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As the train car became progressively more packed Hinata's heart rate and breathing increased in turn. The wave of bodies smashing into her from all sides during some turns. The faceless mob of commuters walling her in against the wall of the compartment making her borderline hyperventilate. She wasn't claustrophobic but this encirclement was intense. All but trampling her standing up. She was just at the cusp of deciding to exit at the next station and risk being late for a gathering at her cousin's house when she felt it.
Hands gliding across her loosely covered stomach, her hip, clutched in a fierce grip, and a hot, heavy, bulge. Pressed right into the cleft of her skirt clad buttocks.
A villain in today's age.
A pervert who had marked her as his prey for the day.
A molester who wasted no time taking his liberties with what he thought to be a defenseless little slut.
He was ever so lucky he was right.
His hand snaked up from her stomach to grab at and fondle her breasts. Her modestly cropped hoodie, originally only showing a sliver of her tummy now made room for a defined band of flesh to be on display.
It did nothing to stop his exploration of her body.
It did even less to hide how firmly erect her nipples were.
His wandering hands froze momentarily upon finding a lack of not just a shirt but a complete absence of a bra as well. That hesitation died a quick death as she felt his bulge grow larger in time with his fingertips latching onto her stiff areola. She had to grit her teeth to keep her moans down as she felt his other hand abandon her plush thigh in order to slip into the waistband of her skirt. His rough fingers met her flooded thong and came away damp.
Hinata had never been this wet in her life.
Her breathy panting would have altered others if she hadn't brough her own hand up to cover her nose and mouth. Her already failing hoodie sliding up further to expose even more of her side.
His soft circles making rounds along her sopping pussy didn't help her keep quiet in the slightest. Nor did his subtle grinding against her ass. Pussy flooding his palm with juices she was pretty sure the only reason there wasn't a wet spot forming on the floor of the train car was because his hand was in the way. Her soaked thighs a testament to that very real possibility.
And she still didn't know who was doing this to her.
Despite the rush of pleasure that thought brought to her she felt that it would be unwise for that to continue forever.
Steeling herself for the upcoming confrontation she had just barely straightened her spine and began to turn her head when she was met with a violent rejection of her decision.
His hand flew up from the neckhole of her hoodie, a generous portion of his palm and most of his fingers gripping her throat while his index finger and thumb clenched tightly to her jaw to prevent her from turning her head.
Several factors compounded at once in that instant. His hand in her crotch clutched her close to him, fingers digging past her pussy lips while the base of his thumb smashed down on her clitoris. His other hand, which had been enjoying its time under her hoodie had raised said cloth in its rapid ascent to grab her neck, unveiling most of her stomach to anyone who wanted to look. The aforementioned grip on her throat restricted her airway just so. Her mind processed all of this, her understanding of the situation she was in increasing her pleasure three-fold. It wanted to plan how to go forward, perhaps finally do the rational thing and call for help. Draw attention and-
Hinata's body gave her no choice on the matter.
An orgasm ripped through her on the spot.
She became nothing more than a shuddering, shaking mass. Going limp in his arms and allowing for her dead weight to fall out across the floor.
Except he didn't allow that in the slightest.
Hands gathering her up, her held her up as she came down. Her back pulled taught to his chest as she blinked the stars out of her vision. His forearms sandwiching her breasts the first sensation she could feel as sensation returned to her body. Followed quickly by the thought that she still didn't know who this was.
The train entering a tunnel briefly was kind enough to grace her with an answer. The dark exterior turning the meticulously cleaned glass into a momentary mirror. A mirror which showed her a visage hidden beneath a hooded jacket and cloth face mask. The only thing truly visible about her captor being his startlingly blue eyes.
The dispassionate gaze she was met with did things to her crotch not dissimilar to the actions of his fingers earlier.
Realizing he'd been made, the man did something she wasn't expecting. His hands, locked around her, began to move again. His topmost arm releasing her and making its way towards his own face as the bottom one acquainted itself with her still hardened nipple. Pulling his facemask up slightly she was met with an unexpected pleasure. His lips grazed her ear as he pinched her nipple.
And then he blew on it.
Any strength she'd regained abandoned her as she nearly peaked into an eye rolling orgasm.
And then suddenly, she was alone. Eyes rolling back, she was just about to whip around to look for him when the train decided now was a perfect time to exit the tunnel. As well as summarily blind her with the reintegration of sunlight into the compartment, and more specifically, her eyes.
Blinking away the spots in her vision she ignored the muttering around her as she climbed back to her feet. Eyes trailing across the rapidly depleting compartment she realised she had reached her stop. And that she didn't see her assailant.
Making her way onto the platform she was just about to continue her search when she was halted by her phone going off due to a text alert. One that had her eyes widen and cause her heart to beat harder than it had all day. A single line of text from someone she rarely spoke to and had no reason to receive a message from today. Unless they had just run into each other, of course.
Uzumaki N.
[U: See you at Neji's]
A lurid smile made its way across her face as she read it. Followed quickly by a quick lick of her lips and a hard swallow.
Unable to help herself, Hinata Hyuga bit her bottom lip as one thought became prevalent above all else.
'I can't wait.'