Travel by train

You decide to travel by train. It's the fastest way to get to bounty's office, even if little risky.

You stand on the train platform and check the time. Ten minutes before your train. The waiting drags as the minutes pass.

'Hmm?' You look around.

It looks like people made a wide, free space around you and your bounty. Mizuki on the other hand is quite meek. The gravity of situation, helplessness and humiliation do weight on her.

People are whispering around you. You are generally known by your reputation (well, your armour actually is known) as bounty hunter.

“Excuse me sir.” You turn to a married couple “If I may ask, is this some kind of play you're doing? Bdsm, exhibitionist with coseplay? That sort of thing?” The man asks. You take in their cloths, the way they carry themselves, threat level... and you come to conclusion.

Damn tourists.

You check the time. Only a minute passed!?

Eh, might as well tell them. Maybe then they will leave you alone.

“I'm a bounty hunter and she-”

“Humph!” Mizuki jerks as you poke her with (stun)gun.

“-is a bounty.”

“Really!?” The woman asks.

“You can find her bounty on government site.”

The man takes out a phone and quickly taps it.

“Oh! It's true! Mizuki Inaba worth 5000₵! Look, look!” He enthusiastically shoves the phone into his wife's face.

“Oh! You are right.” the woman answers with wonder.

“And you,” The man point with finger at you – how rude “You are Shade! The famous bounty hunter!” You do not lower yourself to answer, what you consider, a rhetoric question.

They look at you with wonder.

“Mr Shade, uhm, why is she naked?” The woman asks.

“...does she seem eager to escape?”

“Ahh, I see where you are going with this.” The woman walks up to Mizuki and grabs her breasts and fondles them “So that's how 5000₵ feels. I never seen a traitor with a bounty on her head.”

“UH!” Mizuki groans as woman pinches her nipples.

“Traitorous scum!” woman hisses.

“Mr Shade, uhm, could we have a picture with both of you and her?”

You look at the time – barely two minutes passed, since you last checked.

Not waiting for your answer, the man jumps with excitement. Soon he had some random person hold his camera.

He and his wife stand on Mizuki's sides. The man holds his cellphone with picture of Mizuki's bounty and with other hand he grabs her breast. The woman grabbed Mizuki's hair and pulled it, while she rammed fingers of her free hand into your bounty's wet snatch - Mizuki, grunted in pain... or pleasure... or both.

While you served as an background.

Clik. Picture done.

“Ah! Thank you! My sister will not believe me!” The man said.

Shortly after, fortunately, they both were gone.

Damn tourists.

Finally, the train arrived... and it's full.

Sighting you push Mizuki inside and but in after her. The door closed behind you.

Mizuki's back leaned against your chest-plate... and your gun.

After a few minutes you notice something - Mizuki's twitching.

You take a closer look at her.

Heh. It seems that she's being molested by both, men and women. Some of the look at you with question. After a short while you make your decision.

“No intercourse.” you say while nodding.

And with that, like floodgates open, everyone in the vicinity advanced on Mizuki. She was teased, groped, pinched, slapped, spit on, humiliated, her pussy and were fingered. Mizuki, to her great shame, had a climax after a climax... and the passengers were doing pictures, filming.

And Mizuki was just the way you wanted her to be. She was too wrapped up in her predicament (humiliation and pleasure) to think about escape.

Suffice to say that to your end station, no of passengers left the train.

When you finally left the train and reached the bounty's office Mizuki had no thoughts of escape.

“Shade” the officer greeted you.

Few minutes later you left the office with your reward.

That was quite easy bounty.