Junko heard footsteps behind her as the crowd closed in. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, trying to block out the world around her. If she could ignore it, she thought, nothing bad was really happening, but as Kainushi's hand circled around to embrace her inner thigh she found it impossible not to feel the pressing violation.
"Is it worth it?" the man asked. "Is it a good trade to lose yourself for a child's dream, Junko Ochi?"
The young woman did not answer, or even open her eyes. She was no longer certain that her dream was worth any cost, and yet she feared if she stopped all this now she may regret it for the rest of her life.
She winced as his hand slid between her legs, tracing circles around her most sacred place. "Well?" he pressed.
Junko opened her eyes, chancing a look down at her teacher, but he didn't notice. His total attention was now drawn to the actions of his own hands. She bit her lip, unable to answer, unsure that a negative response would even change Kainushi's plans for her.
The man hardly seemed interested in a response. He pinched a piece of the fabric of her underwear and peeled it away to the side, revealing to him her shaven womanhood. Junko closed her eyes again, her humiliation once again multiplied. The only thought that gave her comfort was that at the angle she currently stood she was only exposed to the cruel eyes of Kainushi.
He pressed a finger to her slit, separating the lips just enough to test the warmth within. "You're not turned on," he said softly, perhaps so only she could hear him. "I am," he added.
Realizing his prize wasn't going to open her eyes to see for herself he took her hand and guided it to his own loins. Even though she could not see, Junko knew exactly where her hand was- just millimeters of fabric separated from the warm pulsing firmness of the man's arousal.
Kai took her hand away, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being drawn. When he returned her hand to the same area once more, her thin shield had been removed and the man's raw warmth assaulted her hand.
He closed his hand around hers and moved them both, forcing her to stroke his dry erection as it grew even larger. "You may not like being touched," he told her, "but I do."
They continued this game for a few moments more, Kainushi's attention to the girl's private parts fading as he focused more and more on his own. Finally he removed his hand from between her legs altogether, letting her cotton armor reposition itself over her most tender region.
Junko nearly let out a sigh of relief, convinced she was at the worst of it. She could stand this, being used to mechanically induce pleasure to the man. She would even allow him to loose his seed upon the fair skin of her hand if it meant he would repay her with the favor she had asked. If need be, Junko conceded, she would do this nightly. It would be a small price to pay. Satisfied with her role, she changed positions, squatting down to take the pressure off her back generated by this awkward position.
Kai removed his hand from the young woman's and she continued stroking without his coercion. He leaned back, his smile widening. The first step in 'teaching' Junko had been successful. He let out a satisfied moan, then grabbed her wrist forcefully once more, freezing her movement.
"Come around, kneel in front of me," he instructed.
When she didn't comply immediately Kai yanked her arm in the appropriate direction, sending the unprepared girl to topple on her side.
Scrambling back to an upright position she was unable to avoid a glance at her audience. They were closer than she imagined, and she came dangerously close to contact with the genitalia of one particularly dangerous looking gentleman. If she hadn't caught herself he would have certainly become inappropriately familiar with her cheek.
Correcting herself quickly, Junko assumed the commanded position on her knees in front of the dark Pokémon Master. He spread his legs and beckoned her to come closer.
The naïve young girl assumed he was simply shifting into a more comfortable position or her to finish his nasty job with her hands, and so she crawled forward as quickly as she could without scraping her knees on the hard concrete floor.
She reached out her hands to resume her task, but Kai reached out to her as well. He made his target first, grasping her head at the base of the neck and yanking her sharply. Junko's outstretched hands quickly grasped the sides of the man's chair, supported her as she hovered now, her face just inches from Kainushi's throbbing arousal. Her eyes now open, she viewed it for the first time. It was almost cute in its own way- six inches long but not terribly thick.
"Open your mouth," he instructed next.
Junko's eyes met his. Though not showing it outwardly, inside her head the girl was panicking. Once again she had to reevaluate her desires. Was this sacrifice acceptable? Would pleasuring this stranger in front of an audience of perverts prove to be a fair price for the knowledge this man could impart to her afterwards?
Deep in the back of her mind she knew there was only one choice to be made. She opened her mouth wide, curling her lips over her teeth, and let Kainushi guide her head over his manhood.
Quickly Junko bobbed her head shallowly, struggling not to choke herself but eager to finish the job quickly. She was so distracted with her goal she didn't see Kainushi gesture to someone behind her.
A pair of hands made contact with the redheaded Keeper's hips and at first she didn't know what was happening. Quickly she shrugged it off, telling herself it was just Kainushi touching her once more.
But then the new pair of hands grasped her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She shrugged this off too, this time telling herself her nudity was irrelevant to her level of humiliation now that she had willingly welcomed a strange man into her mouth.
Only when she became aware of Kainushi's arms resting on top of her own was she hit with the terrible truth. Her naïve denial had allowed her to stay calm despite the impossibility of the man before her's reach extending to her waist without her seeing, but now that both his hands had been accounted for she couldn't fool herself any longer.
The realization had only begun to form in her mind when a new kind of contact met her exposed rear end. Something firm poked between her thights, rubbing itself against her outer labia.
Junko's internal panic blossomed outward in an instant. She yanked at her arms, trying to pull one free to swat away the offending new touch but Kainushi reacted swiftly. His resting muscles tensed, expertly thwarting her escape.
With no hope of breaking free Junko knew she had only one option. Regaining her leverage she pulled her head up and released her mouthful. "No, not that," she sputtered.
Kainushi's smile only widened. "Yes, that. You said anything."
Whoever had been behind her had backed away at her first words of protest and in that Junko saw hope. "But not that. Anything but that," she begged.
Kai simply shook his head. "Anything is that."
Once again the young girl felt as if she were going to cry, but tears would not come. There was nothing else she could do now but give up. The price had become too high. "I won't," she whimpered. "I don't care if that means you won't teach me."
The man's face showed no sympathy. "But child, I've already begun teaching you."
She looked to him in confused surprise, but his gaze was elsewhere. He nodded to someone behind her. "I'm sorry Junko Ochi, but your chance to walk away has come and gone."
With that a familiar set of hands returned to her hips, hoisting them into the air. Her weight shifted onto her hands and she lost any leverage and control she had been given previously. She would have screamed, but before she could gather the breath Kai grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and gagged her with his lust.
For a moment she still lingered in denial. Kainushi would not be responsible for her rape, he couldn't. He had gone to such lengths to make her do everything on her own. He must be toying with her.
Junko wasn't given long to dwell on those thoughts before she felt the intrusion between her legs once more. She had been terribly mistaken.