What Does the Voice Suggest(Comment)?

Buttslutting It Up

"Rise up your jacket and press your bare ass into your admirer, slowly trying to pull their pants down," A voice suggested to Zoey as she continued to rub her butt back against the stranger.

Target >140/2 = 70

1d100+6 Roll = 38

Failed Suggestion

Zoey:

Corruption Points = 6

Debuff: Hot Under The Collar

The idea of pulling her jacket up further to show off her naked ass to the stranger and who knows who else may be watching, petrified Zoey. Even with the incentive to cool down by wearing less on her hot body was not enough to change that. She shook off that intrusive thought with ease. Grinding her butt back into someone was one thing but taking off any more clothes, even to cool off, here in public… no way.

The stranger finally stopped being frozen in place. They stepped forward into Zoey, pushing her forward into the pole she was hanging onto. "Oh… so this is how you like to play?" They said, their voice low and husky, gender still ambiguous.

Zoey bit her bottom lips as she continued to work her butt back into their crotch. She could feel the cool metal of the pole pushing in between her breasts on the outside of her jacket. She felt trapped, both by the stranger and her butt being practically glued to their crotch, not to mention the compulsions in her head.

"Moan loudly so that everyone can see what you’re doing," a sinister voice told her. "You're a buttslut so make sure everyone knows it."

Target >75

1d100+6 Roll = 89

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point. Buttslut Debuff gained: Zoey is more inclined to sexual acts involving her butt. -10 penalty to targets.)

Zoey (Update):

Corruption Points = 7

Debuffs: Hot Under The Collar. Buttslut.

Zoey could not help herself but moan, loudly, luckily it was already so noisy and echoing in here with so many people crammed into the carriage that it was hard to hear where her moan had come from. Still heads turned, people looked and began to ask what that noise had been. The person behind her grunted as they rutted up against her, leaning in close and pressing their chest against Zoey's back. They were dressed in a thick coat themselves, no determination if they had prominent breasts, muscular abs or even just a flat or flabby body.

"You better keep quiet or else…" They whispered to her but Zoey merely moaned even louder. "Do you want people to catch what you are doing? You stupid girl." They groaned as she continued to grind her big butt up against their rock, hard member.

"I'm a buttslut!" Zoey exclaimed with a long moan that got muffled as the person behind them reached around and slapped a hand over their mouth.

"What are you playing at?" They hissed to Zoey. As other people on the train began to question what was just shouted.

"Did anyone else hear that?"

"A what-slut?"

"Was that someone's phone?"

Zoey's eyes were wide and she felt helpless while a gloved hand now rested over her mouth. She could not stop moaning, just as she could not stop grinding her ass into the stranger, nor stop trying to tell people she was a buttslut but at least the hand muffled her enough that her noises were lost in the commotion of the train. She felt trapped by her own making… or at least that of the voices in her head… which were perfectly normal… she thought.

"Is this what gets you off?" The stranger whispered to her. "Trying to get caught out being a whore in public? Or is it simply the risk of it? Mmmm. With a jacket like this… I bet you are nothing but a slut, right?" She felt their free hand creep down her back and to the edge of her jacket. She gasped into their leather glove as the digests snaked in and under to touch the back of her bare thighs. "A buttslut, huh? Let's see about that…"

The hand continued up and groped one of her hefty cheeks. "No pants… not even panties… are you even wearing a shirt… or just this jacket and nothing else but those whorish boots?" The stranger asked as they continued to fondle Zoey's bare butt. "Mmmm… shall we test how much of a buttslut you are?"

They spread one of her cheeks apart and Zoey whimpered. She was both excited and afraid. She really should end this before it went too far but what could she really do? The voices had some suggestions…