Vanessa stood on shaky legs, panting and trembling, her knees threatening to buckle. She pulled her skirt down, the fabric brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel the stalker's cum leaking out of her ravaged sissy cunt and trickling down her inner thighs, leaving a wet trail. The warm and sticky fluid soaked through the crotch of her pantyhose. The sheer material clung to her mound, outlining every detail of her used hole.

Her legs trembled with each step as Vanessa stumbled to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her heart racing. She looked down at herself, taking in the ruined pantyhose and the sticky mess between her legs. Her hands shook as she reached for the waistband, slowly peeling the soaked material away from her skin.

Her sissy cock, still trapped in its makeshift prison, came into view. Vanessa bit her lip, remembering the stalker's command. "You're not to touch yourself, understand? Your orgasms belong to me now!" She knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was too great. Her fingers hovered over her trapped cock, not quite touching. She could feel the heat radiating from it, the pulse of her own arousal.

Just as Vanessa's fingers brushed against her swollen sissy clit, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. She snatched it up, her heart pounding. It was from the stalker. "Wear that same pantyhose tomorrow. And the day after. Keep my cum inside you, a constant reminder of who you belong to. Don't even think about changing them until I give you permission."

Vanessa stared at the message, her mouth dry. She looked back at the ruined pantyhose in her hand, the sticky mess still drenching her crotch. The thought of wearing them again; walking around with the stalker's cum trapped against her sensitive skin, made her crotch flutter with a mix of arousal and nervousness.

She slowly slid the cum-soaked pantyhose back up her legs, wincing as the sticky diaphanous hosiery clung to her skin. She pulled them into place, the crotch pressing against her sissy clit like a dirty, makeshift diaper. The scent of the stalker's cum filled her nostrils, a constant reminder of her humiliation.

She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in the sight of the stained pantyhose and the outline of her trapped cock. She looked like a slut, a whore. The thought of wearing the same pair of cum soaked pantyhose every day, until the stalker decided otherwise, walking around with his cum trapped against her, felt degrading and humiliating, yet she couldn't deny the spark of arousal it ignited in her; making her blush with shame and twisted excitement.

Vanessa woke up the following day, her body aching from the intense edging session the night before. She could still feel the sticky residue of her stalker's jizz dried on her pantyhose, a constant reminder of his control over her. With a heavy sigh, she dragged herself out of bed and went to the bathroom.

She showered quickly, not daring to touch herself despite the aching need between her legs. She dried off and dressed for work, slipping on the same pair of cum-soaked pantyhose from the night before. She shuddered as she pulled them up her legs, the scent of dried semen filling her nostrils. Her stalker's command echoed in her mind: "Wear them until I say otherwise." Pulling on a skirt and blouse that would conceal her secret, Vanessa looked at herself in the mirror and felt a surge of humiliation. She looked like a cheap whore, dressed to entice and provoke.

Stepping out into the cool morning air, her heels clicked on the pavement as Vanessa made her way to the subway station. She could feel the eyes of passersby on her, their gazes lingering on her exposed flesh. She adjusted her skirt, making sure the darkened and damp splotch was well hidden, but the knowledge of what she was wearing weighed heavily on her mind.

As she descended the stairs into the subway, Vanessa's heart raced. The train was packed, as usual, with commuters pressed together like sardines. She squeezed into a crowded car, her body brushing against strangers on all sides. The friction of the pantyhose against her sensitive flesh was exquisite torture. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass. Vanessa froze, her breath catching in her throat. The hand squeezed, fingers digging into the soft bouncy flesh. She glanced around, but in the crush of bodies, she couldn't see who it was.

Vanessa gasped as the hand slid under her skirt, fingers brushing against the silken-sheathed skin of her thigh. She froze, her heart pounding quickly. The hand moved higher, dangerously close to her most intimate area. Vanessa bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan. She couldn't let anyone know what was happening. The fingers traced the outline of her fairy wand, tucked under securely between her nylon legs. Vanessa's breath hitched as the hand lingered there, pressing gently. She could feel the heat of the stranger's touch through the thin fabric of her pantyhose. The train lurched, pressing her body harder against the groping hand.

Vanessa glanced around desperately, but no one seemed to notice the lewd act happening in their midst. The hand continued its exploration, fingers curling around the base of her wand. Vanessa's knees began weakening, and she gripped the handrail tightly to keep herself from collapsing.

Suddenly, the train screeched to a halt, throwing Vanessa off balance. She stumbled, her body crashing into the stranger behind her. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Vanessa stared into a pair of piercing blue eyes. The man's hand was still buried between her legs, his fingers tightening around her wand. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Wearing such dirty pantyhose to work. I bet you love the feeling of cum-soaked fabric against your skin."

Vanessa's eyes widened in shock. How did he know?! She tried to pull away, but the man's grip on her wand was overpowering. His other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Vanessa could feel the hard bulge of his erection pressing into her hip.

By some strokes of luck, Vanessa managed to wriggle free from the stranger's grasp and stumbled towards the newly vacated seat. Her legs felt weak, and her heart raced as she sat down heavily. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to ignore the throbbing ache between them. The stranger's words echoed in her mind, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. How could he have known about her pantyhose? Was he somehow connected to her stalker?

As the train lurched back into motion, Vanessa glanced around nervously. She noticed a few people staring at her, their eyes lingering on her exposed thighs and the damp patch on her pantyhose she had unknowingly exhibited during her scuffle earlier on. Vanessa blushed, feeling humiliated. She wanted to disappear, to hide from the prying eyes and lewd thoughts. But she was trapped on the train, forced to endure their stares and whispers until she reached her stop.

Vanessa tried to relax, hoping the worst was over. But as the train rattled along, she suddenly felt her legs being gently pushed apart. She looked up to see the man seated in front, his legs strategically positioned to spread hers wide. It was the stalker! Vanessa's heart raced as she realized she was now exposed, her damp pantyhose on full display. The man turned his head slightly, his eyes roaming her body with a hungry gaze. Vanessa felt a surge of frisson but was trapped, sandwiched between the seats and the crush of commuters. She couldn't move without drawing even more attention to herself.

As if reading her mind, the stalker leaned forward, his hand brushing against her inner thigh. Vanessa gasped, her body tensing. The stalker's fingers traced a path up her leg, stopping just short of her pantyhose-covered mound. Vanessa bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan.

Vanessa's breath hitched as the stalker's fingers continued their torturous exploration. They brushed against the damp fabric of her pantyhose, teasing her semi-turgid cock through the thin material. Vanessa squirmed in her seat, her hips lifting involuntarily. The stalker chuckled low in his throat, sending shivers down her spine. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rumble of the train. "I bet you're dying to cum, aren't you? To feel my cock inside, pumping you full of my seed?"

Vanessa's face flushed with humiliation and arousal. She knew she should push him away and scream for help. But her body betrayed her, her hips arching into his touch. The stalker took advantage of her submission, his fingers slipping beneath the leg of her pantyhose and brushing against her silken-sheathed flesh.

Just as Vanessa was losing herself in the stalker's touch, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see the stranger from earlier standing in front of her, his crotch level with her face. Vanessa's eyes widened as she saw the bulge straining against his pants. The man smirked down at her; his hand reaching out to grip her chin. "You know what to do, don't you, you filthy sissy," the stalker said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Put that cock in your slutty mouth and suck it!"

Vanessa hesitated, her mind reeling. She was trapped, sandwiched between the stalker's groping hands and the stranger's commanding presence. The train car seemed to shrink around her, the other passengers fading into a blur. With a trembling hand, she reached out and unbuckled the stranger's belt, her fingers fumbling with the zipper. His erection sprang free, thick and veiny, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Vanessa's lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to taste the salty fluid. The stranger groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her mouth onto his shaft. Vanessa gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she couldn't pull away. The stalker's fingers continued their relentless assault on her tucked-under sissy wand, caressing her soaked nylon mound. Vanessa's mind spun, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Vanessa's lips wrapped around the stranger's thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She bobbed her head slowly, taking him deeper with each pass. The stalker's fingers continued to massage her trapped cock, the nylon fabric of her pantyhose growing even more damp with her arousal. Vanessa's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction. The train car swayed gently, the motion causing Vanessa's head to bounce on the stranger's cock. She could hear his ragged breathing, and feel his grip tightening in her hair. The stalker leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "That's it, you dirty little slut," he whispered. "Suck that cock like the whore you are. And don't you dare cum until I say so."

Vanessa took the stranger's cock deep, her throat convulsing around his length. The stalker's fingers picked up the pace, rubbing her nylon-covered mound with feverish intensity. Vanessa's trapped erection throbbed painfully, the fabric of her pantyhose stretched taut over the swollen head. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling in her gut like a snake ready to strike. The stranger's balls tightened, his grip on her hair becoming almost painful. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his hips jerking forward. 

Vanessa braced herself, her lips gripping tightly around his thick veiny girth to accept his load. Just as the first spurt of hot semen hit the back of her throat, the stalker's fingers clamped down on her trapped cock, stopping her climax dead in its tracks. Vanessa groaned around the stranger's cock, her body convulsing with unfulfilled need.

The stranger's cock pulsed in Vanessa's mouth, his hot seed flooding her throat. She swallowed desperately, trying to keep up with the torrent of cum. The stalker's grip on her trapped erection tightened, his nails digging into the nylon-covered flesh. "That's it. Swallow his load like a good little slut." he taunted. Vanessa whimpered around the stranger's still-hard cock.

The stranger gripped the back of Vanessa's hair tightly, holding her head in place as he pumped his seed directly into her stomach. Vanessa struggled to swallow the thick, creamy fluid. The stalker kept her pantyhose legs spread wide, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "That's it, take every last drop," he whispered menacingly. "You're nothing but a cum dumpster for us to use." Vanessa felt utterly degraded, her mouth and stomach filled with the stranger's semen while her own desperate need went unsatisfied.

The stranger finally released his grip on Vanessa's hair, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet plop. Vanessa gasped for air, her stomach sloshing with the stranger's cum. The stalker urged her to her feet, pushing her towards the corner of the train car. Vanessa stumbled, her legs wobbly. The stranger followed, closing in on her from the front. Vanessa found herself sandwiched between their hard bodies, trapped and helpless. The stalker's hands gripped her hips possessively, while the stranger's fingers tangled in her hair once more. "Now, let's see how long you can last," the stalker murmured darkly, his other hand snaking around to cup her nylon-covered erection. "We're going to edge you until you beg for mercy."

The stalker and stranger took turns edging Vanessa, their hands working in tandem to bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again. The stalker's fingers rubbed her nylon-covered cock, while the stranger pinched and tugged at her nipples through her blouse. They humped their crotches against her, their erections digging into her soft flesh.

The stalker's fingers toyed with Vanessa's foreskin tip, pulling it back to expose the sensitive head before sliding it back over the shaft. He teased the slit, collecting the pre-cum that leaked steadily from her trapped erection. Meanwhile, the stranger's palm rubbed over her gurly nuggets, the pressure building in her swollen balls. Vanessa's hips jerked uncontrollably, her body desperate for release. But every time she neared the edge, the stalker and stranger would slow their ministrations, denying her the orgasm she craved.

Vanessa's body trembled with need, her skin flushed and sweaty. The stalker's fingers continued their relentless teasing, while the stranger's hand slid down to cup her aching balls. He squeezed gently, sending sparks of excruciating pleasure through Vanessa's core. She whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily. The stalker leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're ours now, you filthy Chinese sissy slut," he whispered menacingly. "Our personal fuck toy, to use and abuse as we see fit. And we're going to keep you in a constant state of arousal for our fucking pleasure and relieve."

Vanessa felt utterly overwhelmed, her body and mind pushed to the breaking point. Every nerve ending was alight with sensation, her skin hypersensitive to the slightest touch. Her trapped erection throbbed painfully in excitement; the nylon fabric of her pantyhose stretched taut over the swollen head. Her balls ached, heavy with unspent seed. 

Vanessa's mind was a haze of lust and humiliation, her thoughts consumed by the need for release. She was no longer a person, but a plaything for the stalker and stranger to use as they saw fit. Vanessa's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of indescribable sexual sensation, her body and soul at the mercy of her tormentors.

The stalker's hand snaked around Vanessa's waist, his fingers finding the zipper of her skirt. He tugged it down slowly, the sound of the teeth parting quietly in the crowded train car. Vanessa's skirt gaped open, exposing the curve of her ass and the damp, cum-soaked pantyhose that clung to her skin. The stalker pressed his thickened crotch against the gap, his erection digging into the soft perky flesh of her buttocks. He ground against her, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through Vanessa's body. The stranger leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, "Anyone could see what a dirty slut you are."

Vanessa's body trembled as the stalker and stranger continued their assault. The stalker's crotch ground against her exposed ass, his hard length sliding between her cheeks. The stranger's hands roamed her body, pinching and squeezing her sensitive flesh. Vanessa's trapped sissy wand strained against the nylon fabric, a wet spot spreading across the back of her pantyhose.

The train car swayed gently, the motion causing the strangers' hips to jerk forward, their crotches pressing harder against Vanessa's body. She could feel their hot breath on her skin, their low groans and growls filling her ears. Vanessa's mind spun, her thoughts consumed by the overwhelming sensations. She was but a vessel for their pleasure, a toy to be used.

The stalker and stranger unzipped their pants, freeing their throbbing erections. They slid their hands under Vanessa's skirt, gripping her pantyhosed thighs. With a grunt, they thrust their hips forward, sliding their hard cocks between her legs and against her trapped erection. Vanessa gasped as she felt the hot, velvety flesh rubbing against her own, the nylon fabric providing a deliciously intense friction. The stalker and stranger pumped their hips, their cocks sliding in and out of the space between her nylon thighs. Vanessa's trapped protuberance jumped and twitched, the dual stimulation pushing her closer to the edge. Despite the train car filled with the sound of their low grunts and Vanessa's muffled moans, the other passengers were oblivious to the debauchery unfolding in their midst.

The stalker and stranger continued frotting their hard erections against Vanessa's trapped cock. Their hips moved in sync, sliding their lengths along hers in a lewd dance. Vanessa's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. They leaned in close, their chests pressed against her back and torso, their hot breath washing over her neck and ears. "You like that, don't you?" the stalker growled, his voice low and menacing. "Feeling our cocks rubbing against yours."

The stalker and stranger fucked Vanessa's pantyhosed legs with renewed vigor, their hips slamming against hers....