Payback's a bitch

Makoto Inoue: Young tomboy transgirl who doesn't take shit and looks after the weak
Nakatomi Gouki: Retired Yakuza turned patisserie who takes no pleasure in getting called up to teach a teenage girl a lesson
Tags 'n junk: Ryona, Child abuse, crying, kidnapping, bondage, blackmail; once more I attempt to describe suckin' dick awkwardly instead of being amazing at it; a grown man reluctantly raping a teenage girl

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue put her foot in the punk rich kid's face, leaving an imprint of tennis shoe as she kicked him away. "Don't fuckin' mess with weak kids, snot for brains!" she shouted, punching one gloved fist into the other, then making a dramatic thumbs down motion. "Or I'm gonna kick your ass again," she warned, watching the jagoff scurry out of the abandoned classroom--making some threat as he did about his uncle--before turning away and helping a first year up off the ground. She licked her thumb and started getting the dirt off the kid's face. "Come on, I'll walk you home to make sure he doesn't try anything."

That was two days ago. Makoto didn't think anything of it afterwards, and didn't have any more trouble with the jerk. It was out of sight and out of mind when she got out of classes for the weekend, bought some comics, and headed off the beaten path to the hidden little shed out in the woods. It wasn't that far deep into them, and if you really listened you could still hear the traffic, and an occasional train. But for the most part, it was nice and quiet. Serene. A little one room shack that didn't really serve any purpose when she found it. But a little tarp on the roof and some old blankets and a chest and she'd made it into a comfortable little refuge against a shitty world. It was a good place to sit and read comics and listen to some music. She'd walked the path so many times that she didn't notice the noise of someone following her over her headphones...

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki had gone through a couple cigarettes while waiting for class to let out. With orders from the boss after a certain cocky young lieutenant raved about having his nephew's honor restored, he'd been tasked with a pretty dirty job. It was these sort of politics that he had grown tired of, but even if he was retired, the boss was still the boss. To make matters worse he had to listen to the young brat blubber about the big tough chick that had handed him his ass. Restoring honor to a joke like that? It was almost funny. The dark gray suit he wore was cleaned and pressed, he was the very model of a Japanese businessman, even if his business here was less than legal.

Too old for this shit would have been an understatement, but after picking up his target's trail it would have been unwise to make himself known. Thankfully she seemed to be occupied enough with her music, allowing him to be a bit more relaxed in his stalking. Following her down a pah into the woods, he almost felt bad about how easy this would be as he gave a quick glance around for witnesses. Once the street was out of view, he lit up a new cigarette. It was too late for her noticing him to make any difference, but he continued calmly behind her as they reached the shoddy little shack. "This your hideout?" The man's voice was rife with disinterest, like he wanted to be anywhere else.

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue is not exactly all the nephew claimed. Sure, she was a delinquent with coloured stockings and a bit of unnatural red to her hair, but she was only a hair over five feet. Boyish features and an athletic build were fine and all, but she wasn't going to be winning in strength. She entered the little room and started taking out the manga she bought from her backpack. When she saw the light shifting as the door opened behind her, she jumped, knocking her headphones off, "Wh-what?!" she shouted stupidly, before regaining her composure and scowling. "Did you follow me here? You're not some kind of pervert, are you?" the girl asked, turning around and slowly getting up, putting her phone on the floor and out of the way.

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki sighed, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and clearing his throat. Cigarette still held between his lips as he spoke, looking up from the note he addressed her, "You are Inoue-kun, yes? I'll be blunt. I've been asked by my boss to deal with you for humiliating a certain Isaka Kaido. His uncle has been really clamoring to have you taken care of." At least a full ten inches taller than the tomboy delinquent before him, he practically towered over her inside the small shack. Unfazed by her scowling, he exhaled a sizable cloud of smoke into her direction. Scratching the back of his head, he scanned the interior of the shed, if things got rough in here it would likely take a heavy toll on the poorly constructed dwelling. The expression on his face darkened as he turned back to her as he took up an extremely lax stance, "I do hope you'll fight back, I'd like to at least pretend you stood a chance."

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue stares blankly at first. "Who?" Then it dawns on her, and she clenches her fists, her stance widening and her feet turned at an angle. "Kaido-kun? You mean that dumbass from school?" She follows the man's eyes, and grits her teeth, trying to look tough. But it'd be hard to hide the way that she's shaking, which is why she's clenching her fists. "So what, he sent you? Are you that uncle he was talking about, Hentai-ojisan? You better leave or I'm gonna scream..." And then her eyes go a little wider as she sees the tattoos at his wrist, and she lets out a little gasp and covers it with a swear. "B-back off, I'm warning you..."

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki shakes his head, "That shitty little punk is no family to me, Inoue-kun." To see her trembling like that was disappointing, that worthless kid couldn't stand up to a dainty little thing like this? "I'm just muscle, Kaido's uncle made enough of a ruckus to get the boss to send me after you. It's strictly business, so I'd like to take care of it quickly and go for a nice drink afterward." Seeing that she seemed far too frightened to take a swing at him, he took a half-step forward and swung with a low and telegraphed right hook for her torso. It was an attempt to bait her out, but while it would still do damage if it connected, the follow up with his left knee was the real threat. Still smoking leisurely as he began his assault, he knew there was no way a kid like her would even get him winded.

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue takes a quick half step back, getting out of the way of the blow even as scared as she is. When the knee comes up after it, she brings her arms together and blocks low, taking the blow to the back of her arms instead of her body. It still manages to push her back. "Bastard!? You're seriously gonna beat up a kid?" she asks, hiding the fear with anger. He may be a Yakuza thug, but there are jackasses close to his size at school. Makoto gets in close, ducking low and pushing in passed his reach, bringing her shoulders up and her arms close to her face in a boxer's crouch. Then she repays the knee with one of her own, trying to drive it up into his crotch.

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki let out a puff of smoke as his knee made contact with her arms, watching her advance with little more than pity. While he had wanted her to put up a fight, his forte had always been counters and reversals. With his height, the arms she had put up held little value as he shifted a half-step to the side as he withdrew his leg, bringing his weight down with his right elbow intended for her head or shoulder. The act twisting his body just enough to prevent her from connecting with his crotch as her attack landed harmlessly upon his thigh. "Like I said, Inoue-kun," Twisting back around to advance with a downward left cross, the punch meant to catch her on the rebound of the elbow, "Strictly business." If he could get her off balance, he'd throw a few jabs in after in order to get her guard back up. Of course that was if she was still able to fight, like she said, she was just a kid.

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue goes down as an elbow connects with her hunched back, and she lets out a sick, panicked yelp that comes out as a "yaargh!?" before hitting the floor with a thud. She doesn't stop, though. Instead she grabs at the well tailored pants and starts shoving forward in a football tackle, driving her shoulder into the man's legs. It wasn't the smartest move all things considered, and while bringing him down might have leveled the playing field, the only place for him to fall from getting his legs pushed out from under him was right on top of her, and he definitely had the weight advantage there. She only manages to pin herself, and struggles to get out from under him, scrambling on the floor of the shack and trying to get to the door. "I-I'm a fu-fucking kid you fucking bastard!" the terrified teenager cries out.

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki was impressed by her tenacity, and as he toppled over he tilted his head upwards and did his damnedest to keep the lit tip of his cigarette from touching the wooden floor of the shack. Taking a moment to pull it out of his mouth, he decided it would be dangerous to not put it out. Getting to his knees, still leisurely pinning her down with his weight, he drove the cherry of his cigarette into the bare flesh of the girl's thigh. "If you're giving up already, I guess it can't be helped." Grinding the last bit of ember into a harmless ash, he let the butt fall to the floor. "You might just be a kid, but you're a kid who managed to get herself into a real hear of trouble." Grabbing her by the neck before dismounting her, he picked her up and pinned her to the wall by her throat. "I used to like fighting when I was your age, but I never really did forget the bitter aftertaste roughing up the weak gives off." Pulling her towards him just to slam her back into the wall, he maintained a cold stare into her eyes. "I was supposed to be done with this, but the uncle of that shitty brat Kaido made sure the boss sent someone after you. So here I am. I feel bad, but that doesn't mean I can go easy one you."

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue lets out a horrid cry that turns into a whimper and turns over to grab her leg with one hand, throwing a wild punch before she gets hoisted up to the wall. She struggles and flails, her legs kicking out at Gouki, and at the wall, and trying to find a place to stand. Her fists hammer at his arm and try to clock him in the face, but she can't reach that far. After a while she has to stop that to grab at his wrist and try and keep herself up. When he slams her back into the wall the fight leaves her and her eyes roll about and her arms go limp for a moment. She wasn't really listening to him anyway. When the world stops spinning and she locks eyes with him again she's crying, even though she hadn't realized it. "Pl-please..." she whimpers, holding onto his fingers, "I-I'm just a k-kid..."

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki continued to stare into the girl's crying eyes, but he could not let her tears rattle him. Vile as it was this was something he had to do. Pulling the girl into his arms, one might have even mistaken the gesture as an embrace if he hadn't corralled her into a sleeper hold. Shushing her calmly, his hushed voice whispered into her ear, "I know, I'm sorry." Waiting for her consciousness to fade out, he held her tightly. He might have been stuck enacting Kaido's revenge, but he'd find a way to keep that brat from acting like the shameless trash he was.

[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki:(Sorry, got pulled away for a moment there and lost a bit of rhythm.)
[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue:(I'm currently getting yelled at in the /erpg/ by that same guy who's been riding my ass for the last month...)
[2014/09/12]Nakatomi Gouki:(I noticed, he's being a right douche.)
[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue:(I'm surprised he was quiet for so long to be honest...)

[2014/09/12]Makoto Inoue lets out a scared little squeak that gets cut off as her windpipe is pressed closed, and starts drastically thrashing for her life, swinging her arms up above her head trying to strike at her attacker, and kicking her legs trying to get away or push off or anything. For all her struggling, she only manages to waste her air faster, and soon her chest burns, heaving wildly as her lungs beg for air. Tears roll down her eyes and her strikes get weaker, her legs kicking out with no force behind them. After less than a minute the girl's body goes limp in Gouki's arms and she falls back against him like a life sized doll.

[21:13] Nakatomi Gouki remained still, patiently waiting for her breath to leave her. He let out a sigh of relief as her body became limp as a ragdoll, and after tossing the few items she'd had with her into her backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, he scooped her up in his arms like a princess and carried her out of the woods. Thankfully, where the path met the street was still clear, and with a few minutes of taking shady backroads he soon found his destination. Shaking his head as he looked up at the pink building, he opened the door with his foot and made his way to the desk. After a brief exchange, with a hefty tip to encourage privacy, the two of them were checked into a cozy little room at their friendly neighborhood love hotel. Placing her gingerly onto the bed and dropping her bag off in a corner, he produced a roll of electrical tape. It may not be as sturdy as duct tape, but it was much easier to carry and with enough could still accomplish the same job here.

Binding her hands together by her wrists and thumbs, he took out his phone and began to take some photos. Flipping up her skirt to take some prime photographs, he was a bit surprised as he discovered her secret. Letting out a sigh, knowing it only made the photos all the more valuable, he pulled down her dainty panties to reveal her little dick. Making sure to get one with her face in the shot, lifted up her shirt to bare more of her body and took a few more. Taking a seat on the beside, between her and the door, he contemplated having another smoke before starting the last leg of Inoue's punishment.

[21:24] Makoto Inoue flops about as Gouki positions her body, drooling and snoring rather peacefully despite how she got here. She's slim and athletic, with the build of a track star and bruises that showed she was used to a scrap. Many of them were new, of course, garnered not too long ago. Her penis is rather cute, mostly shaved and looking almost like it belonged with the rest of her tomboyish body. After a few more minutes of drooling on the floor, mouth open and slack, shimpan half down her thighs and arms bound together, she snorts, and her breathing slows as she tries to figure out where she is, one eye clenching shut while the other scans the room, half lidded. She spots the man and glowers at him, her face turning up in a scowl. She tightens her legs, and tries to hide herself, "Hentai-ojisan..." she says with contemptuous accusation. "Is this what you do? Kidnap middle school girls and undress them?

[21:41] Nakatomi Gouki runs a hand through his hair, unable to respond to her accusations with a witty comment. "Listen, Inoue-chan," The honorific he had been using for her up until now had almost seemed a bit condescending after seeing her penis. "I don't blame you for beating up, Kaido. If anything, this whole mess is his fault." The jacket of his suit hanging on the open bathroom door, the sleeves of the open white dress shirt he wore were rolled up revealing more of his tattoos. "Not that I think that will make this any less awkward or humiliating, but that's what the Isaka family wants."

Grabbing his phone and showing her the pictures, the man looked into her eyes stoically, "You've got a choice, Inoue-kun," Though she really didn't, he was going to force himself upon her either way, "You can prove to me that you're sorry for disrespecting Kaido, or I send him these pictures." The least he could do for her was keep those pictures out of Kaido's hands, that was something he'd decided on his own. As long as she cooperated, even just a little bit, he would do what little he could for her.

[21:48] Makoto Inoue fights back tears, meeting the man's gaze with more glaring as a tear rolls down her cheeks. She struggles at her bindings, trying to get the black rubbery tape to come off, and getting up on her knees. It certainly would have made an impressive display, if she'd been able to snap the tape. But it was wound so tight that she couldn't even make it stretch. She could barely even get up onto her knees. She grit her teeth and scowled and growled and slowly her shoulders slumped and she dropped her arms down to her lap and sank back to sit on her heels, looking down at her hands. A few tears fell on her arms and on her thighs, and she tried to hide her penis, which was more trouble than it seemed like it would be, with her arms unable to move well. She let out a long choking sigh. "F-fine... I-I'm sorry... I'll do whatever you want..." Makoto's words came out as a quiet, desperate whimper. "D-don't let him see... don't let anyone else know, please...?"

[22:03] Nakatomi Gouki watched her reaction, burning it into his memory. The pity he felt only seemed to grow with each passing moment. It was when she finally broke down into tears that he acted once more, placing a hand on her head and ruffling her hair, "You're a good girl, Inoue-chan. I'm sorry you got caught up in this." Getting up and placing his phone on the nightstand, he took off his belt and then his pants. Clad in an open shirt and his boxers, he scooped the girl up by her armpits and placed her on her knees on front of him as he sat back down on the edge of the bed. Ruffling her hair a bit more, he pulled his flaccid dick out of his boxer and pulled her face closer to it. Gouki's manhood was rather large, quite noticeably bigger than her own. "You know what you've got to do, right?" Pressing her cheek against the hot flesh of his genitals, he looked down at her expectantly.

[22:15] Makoto Inoue shudders when the man touches her, and tries not to cry. She manages to not make noise, at least until a cock flops into her view, and she's pulled towards it. She struggles at first, trying to pull away, but it's not like she can run. With a final bit of token resistance, and a mutter of "stupid Hentai-ojisan..." she swallows until the lump in her throat is suppressed and leans in, taking one angry, sad glance up at the man. She touches her nose to it and smells it, so close that her breath makes the hairs of his pubes waver. Then she brings her bound hands up and with a little hesitation she lifts the hefty cock up, her thumbs to the side. Her lips twitch, but they don't open, and she can feel it getting harder and lifting up as she touches it. And... she just sort of stares at it. "I don't..." she says quietly after a pause. She sniffles a bit. "I don't, um... know what I'm supposed to do. I've never..."

[22:31] Nakatomi Gouki ran his free hand through his hair, he took good care of himself and washed often. As she sniffed his crotch, she would smell little more than the faintly musky scent of his sweat. His pubes were trimmed slightly to keep them somewhat neat. While she steadied his manhood with her bound hands, staring intently at it, her hesitation becomes more and more apparent. With a sigh, he took hold of her chin and raised her face to look at him. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue like this," Demonstrating for her, his tongue sticking out at the bottom of his mouth for a moment before continuing, "Use your tongue, and not your teeth." He expected little from her in the way of a blowjob, but that was fine, "Oh, and fight your gag reflex if you can." Rather than leaving it to her, he'd just have to do the work himself and give her face a nice fucking.

[22:41] Makoto Inoue feels his hands on her chin and something in her melts. For a moment she just stares up at him with watery eyes, her cheeks going a deep crimson. Then her heart skips and she lets out the breath she hadn't realized was bated and goes back to scowling as she opens her mouth. After muttering something impolite under her breath, of course. She trembles a bit before steeling up her courage and moving forward, putting her mouth around a man's cock for the first time in her life. She hates it, the weird fleshy feel, the hint of salt, and yet deep down something feels very feminine about doing it. She closes her eyes and moves her head further up, letting it slide across her tongue, her lips pursed up so that her teeth don't touch anything. She doesn't even get far before her teeth touch skin and she pulls away, then does it again. Her eyes flutter and twitch beneath their lids, and she tries to imagine that she's just in a love hotel with Sunohara-sensei instead of this yakuza thug.

[22:55] Nakatomi Gouki left a hand on her head, staring down at her as she looked up at him bashfully only to gently guide her as she finally took him into her mouth. Despite looking a bit uncomfortable at first, she seemed to be getting the hang of it fairly quickly. The girl's technique was sloppy at best, but she at least seemed to find a way to cope with it. Ruffling her hair some more, he spoke in a far warmer tone than she'd heard from him before. "That's it, Makoto-chan. Good girl." With her eyes shut so tightly, clearly darting about beneath her eyelids, he gave her head a soft pat. "Go ahead and imagine someone else, I'll quiet down for you." Fully erect now as she serviced him, his cock was likely just over eight inches long and relatively fat as well. Feeling her teeth brush against his shaft here and there, he gripped her hair firmly, "Be careful with those teeth." He whispered to her before releasing his hold and allowing her to continue.

[23:03] Makoto Inoue keeps going and stops puffing her cheeks up, realizing that she doesn't have to use only her lips. She adds more suction, and keeps thinking of sensei, her cheeks red and flushed. And even more embarrassingly, after a few minutes her impotent little cock starts standing at attention. She shifts on her knees, standing up on them and trying to hide it, going at Gouki's cock from a different angle, sucking his dick slowly and trying to pretend he was someone else. But images of that white haired man and his tattoos keep pushing into her mind, making her frown around the dick, and tears run down her eyes more. She doesn't deep throat it or anything, but bobs her head dutifully, now up on her knees so that the man can't see her face as she works at his tool. She starts breathing harder, and has to pull away. Her balance is off with her arms bound in front of her like they are, and she ends up putting her forehead against the man's thigh, panting into it. "I-I'm doing my best..." she whimpers, wondering why it's taking so long. "I'm not good enough..."

[23:19] Nakatomi Gouki had steadily been getting into it, like Makoto he had been trying to think of anything to get more comfortable. The new angle, after she repositioned herself, saw the man's back stiffen up. Seeing her shift more and more, hiding her face away his conscience loomed over him once again. Petting her as she buried her face into his leg, whimpering. Reaching down and pulling her into his lap, he brought her head onto his shoulder and shushed her once more. While her rump rested upon his member, the rod, sloppy with her saliva digging up between her cheeks as her own smaller dick prodded the larger man's stomach. "It'll be over soon, Inoue-chan. Your best is more than I could ask for." Wrapping one arm around her while the other lifted her up, his tip slithering through her cheeks towards her tiny little backdoor.