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“Good girl.” The man whispers, seeing Eliza’s hesitation as her answer. The groper presses himself against Eliza, prodding his bulge into her ass cheeks. His one hand stays over her mouth while his other slithers around her side, cupping her left breast. She grunts as the man gropes her chest aggressively.

Eliza didn’t realize just how gentle Kat was being earlier. Kat knew how to caress her, where and when to be forceful with her movements. This man threw caution to the wind, squeezing and tugging her boob painfully, stretching and clutching it much to hard. This man knew nothing about how to please a woman, only how to please his own desires.

Eliza grit her teeth, revolted by being in this position, hating the fact that she is letting this man have his way with her. And yet, even with his aggressive movements, even through the pain, her face was becoming flush. Was she...enjoying this? Eliza’s own feelings confused her. A complete stranger is sexually assaulting her, and yet she was starting to feel good.

Her thoughts are cut short by his finger forcing its way into her mouth. Eliza tried her best to resist the foreign object, but the groper was persistent. The man’s finger entered, brushing against her tongue. Eliza almost gagged as the man’s finger slid around, tasting as if he hadn’t shower in a week. The thought of biting down on the finger passed through her mind, but she resisted the urge. It could only make things worse. “You like this, don’t you?” The man’s hand releases her mouth, migrating to her other breast. Eliza grits her teeth and scowls.

“Fuck you.” She whispers, her tits now both being molested.

“You say that, but your body is much more honest.” His hands find your erect nipples, pinching them painfully. Eliza lets out a quiet grunt, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She hates to admit it, but she thinks that the groper is right. Her body is reacting the same as it did with Kat, heating up and becoming sensitive like before. Though it’s not to the same degree, she can’t deny its existence.

The man relents his groping onslaught, his hands migrating towards the middle of her bust. Eliza knows what he is trying to do, and she doesn’t want it. Her work blouse is a button up shirt that ran the whole length down her stomach. She squirmed side to side in his arms, but the molester wasn’t going to give in that easily. Finding the buttons with ease, he undoes the first two.

Eliza’s chest push out as their restraints are lessened, exposing her upper-boobs and half her bra. Before Eliza could react, the man thrusts his hands in the opening. She gasps as his hands touch her skin. The man enticed by her outburst, continues to **** her tits just as aggressively. The bra desperately tries to keep its shape during the ****, though this only causes the material to rub against her already swollen nipples. Eliza’s breathing becomes heavier as a result, the stimulation proving to be too much.

The man chuckles softly, licking her neck. Disgusted, Eliza turns away. Then his right hand moves downward. Eliza panics, not wanting what was coming next, but she isn't able to stop him either. She can only squirm as his fingers press against her pussy. A jolt of ecstasy course through her lower lips, a small micro spasm shaking her hips. Eliza recoils backwards, though this only succeeds in pressing herself even farther into the man’s bulge. His coarse fingers start rubbing her clit, her tight pants offering little resistance. The man also grinds his own dick against her ass, but Eliza can’t think about that right now, she can’t think at all.

His fingers press into her lower lips, forcing her panties into her tunnel. Eliza grabs his arm, trying fruitlessly to stop him. Then, Eliza jumps as the subway doors swing open in front of her, revealing an empty station. Invigorated by her sudden chance of escape, she lurches forward, out of the man’s clutches. Eliza looks back to see if she could see the molester, but people have already flooded out of the door, making it impossible to deduce who it actually was. She doesn’t care enough though, hurrying up the stairs before the molester can follow her.

Eliza's mind becomes a storm of questions as she quickly walked to her apartment. Why the fuck didn’t she stop him? She knows she didn’t want any of this, but why did her body react in the way that it did? Did she actually want this? Was she a closet pervert this whole time? Confused, horny, and sickened, she opens the door to her apartment building.

Her mind doesn’t stop swirling as she walks up the stairs. After walking up a floor, she came to the conclusion that Kat had done something to her. The 18 hours being knocked out and her sudden hyper sexuality couldn’t be explained in any other way. Then she remembers the words Kat said to her.

“I’m a succubus my dear, and now, so are you.”

The sentence echoed in her head. Kat’s words had slipped her mind before thanks to the sexual torment she was put through, but now they are clear as day. Could this actually be true? Could she really be a succubus? Eliza rubs her face as she tries to desperately find the right keys. This is only made harder by her foggy mind and the uncomfortable aching of her pussy. Maybe she could get Kat to help her with that. Eliza pauses, shaking her head. Why did her mind instantly think of that? Shaking her head once more, Eliza finally finds the right keys to her apartment. Opening the door, she was not prepared for the sight she saw.