Erotic Art and Fiction from Stormbringer Enterprises - Tokyo Subbed

Tokyo Subbed

It had been an uneventful trip to that point. Stormbringer with Nayelli to keep him company had been visiting Tokyo on business and a spot of sightseeing. For the young Native American girl the whole thing had been marvellous; her first visit to Japan which she found fascinating and her boss all to herself with no competition from Candice for his attentions. She had a whole raft of memories from their visits to the tourist sites all interspersed with nightly activities which were equally memorable in a quite different way.

“We need something special to mark this visit,” Stormbringer mused as he stood looking out of the hotel window on their last day. Personally Nayelli thought it was quite special enough already but she wasn’t about to argue with the man who owned her, body and soul.

“What did you have in mind, Sir?” She looked across from the chair where she had been sitting flicking through a magazine she couldn’t read. It appeared to be a Japanese version of the celebrity gossip mags she occasionally brought back home and she had recognised a number of familiar faces amongst the photographs of local starlets and singers.

“I’m not sure yet.” The man’s mind tended towards the carnal when he started thinking ‘special’ and he considered the potential for them visiting one of the infamous soapland bath houses where pretty Japanese girls would provide anything from assisted bathing to full-on sex. But, arousing as it was to think about having a couple of beautiful Asians working over Nayelli with oily bodies while he watched, it wasn’t quite luring him enough. He thought for a few more minutes and then a memory popped into his head from an article he had been reading a few weeks previously. Now that had potential!

Suddenly decisive, the man pulled the closet door open and flicked through the clothes Nayelli had hung there a week before. “This one,” he announced, handing it to her. Without demur his young companion stood up and shucked out of her clothes until she was wearing nothing but an uplift bra and a brief thong. “Take the bra off too,” he ordered and she complied with a saucy smile as the garment was discarded to reveal large, full breasts with their dark chocolate nipples already half erect.

“You know I love to show myself off for you, Sir,” the Native American grinned as she preened in front of her employer. “But what do you want me to wear under this?” The ‘this’ in question was the dress he had selected for her, a loose fitting sleeveless summer one with a modest neckline and a hem that would reach to mid thigh.

“Nothing else.”

That made the girl blink but she pulled it over her head anyway.

The reason for her question was immediately apparent as it settled into place. The dress was designed to be worn over something like a tee shirt and without any such under-garment, the deep arm holes were displaying flashes of her naked ribs almost to the waist every time she moved. Bending over too casually would reveal almost all the sides of her breasts through those slits to anyone watching.

“You look fine and it’s certainly hot enough out there,” Stormbringer reassured her as he led the way to the door of their hotel room. Well she couldn’t argue with that part at least. Most of their travel around the city had been in taxis where air conditioning was a necessity, not an optional extra. So with a final shrug the young woman followed her boss. Over the months since they met she had become rather accustomed to the way he liked her in clothing designed to arouse him whilst still making her rather too self-conscious of how she was displayed.

Down on the sidewalk outside the hotel, he surprised her again. Instead of heading for the waiting line of taxis, Stormbringer asked the concierge for directions to the nearest subway station. Why he should wish to travel that way at a busy time of day when they had plenty of money for a more convenient form of transport she couldn’t imagine. Nor apparently could the concierge, though he was far too polite to show anything more than a slightly raised eyebrow at this eccentric request. He simply supplied the desired information in excellent English and pocketed the tip.

Once in the subway station, Stormbringer consulted a map briefly, as though to confirm his expectations and then looked around before leading Nayelli onto a platform. It was crowded with commuters, most of them males who looked as though they were heading home from a day working in the various businesses and offices that comprised downtown Tokyo. In a place like New York or London this amount of crowding would have probably led to bad tempers and an amount of jostling for position. But in Japan, where showing such emotion was far more inhibited by the culture and that same culture led to a much reduced need for personal space, passengers waited stoically packed onto the platform like sardines in a can.

Behind them, more and more businessmen crowded into the narrow space to await a train. Stormbringer seemed not to notice, having travelled extensively for years but Nayelli was feeling increasingly hemmed in, aware of how her unfettered breasts were bumping against the back of an anonymous jacket in front of herself and feeling her nipples respond as her breathing caused those full mounds to rise and fall against the fabric. Abruptly she stiffened and tried to look around.

“Someone is groping my ass,” she hissed at Stormbringer who was standing beside her. “And I don’t think it’s you.”

The man turned his head a bit so he could see his assistant. “No it’s not me. Not this time anyway,” he grinned. “Maybe it’s an accident but I’ve heard that such things are not uncommon in these places. It won’t hurt you if some guy wants a cheap thrill so whatever happens, please don’t create a fuss or that will involve the police and upset my negotiations.”

That caused a grimace to cross her face but the lovely young woman nodded in acquiescence as she always did to the man who could control her so effortlessly. With legs tightly together and the muscles of her bottom clenched, she attempted to ignore the wandering hand as it stroked over the thin silk covering her jutting posterior.

Fortunately there wasn’t long to wait before one of the modern commuter trains slid to a halt alongside the platform and its doors whooshed open to receive a new load of homewards bound salarymen. The crush to get aboard was polite but insistently irresistible. By the time it had become obvious not a single extra human being could find the space to stand and the doors had closed again, Stormbringer and Nayelli were a couple of yards apart, facing each other over the heads of several intervening travellers. Having had previous experience, Stormbringer was holding on to an overhead hand grip but Nayelli found that she was too tightly wedged in, with her arms at her sides and had to use her legs to brace against the motion when the train started moving.

Whether it was the same man or not, she would never know. Even if she had the space to turn around she wouldn’t have been able to say which one of perhaps half a dozen impassive faces was connected to the hand which cupped her bottom firmly almost before they had cleared the station. Nayelli grimaced with annoyance at this unwarranted intrusion but that expression, along with a growing blush told Stormbringer what was happening and he caught her eye, shaking his head to reinforce his earlier instruction. So she had to stand there and take it, unable to even reach behind herself without the risk of molesting some other passenger.

It was a reservation apparently not universally shared within the carriage because several hands seemed to be brushing against her thighs rather more than the swaying of the train would justify and a couple of arms were pressing rather insistently against the  braless swells of her large breasts. But it was the hand on her bottom that was the boldest and doing the most to upset her equilibrium. Becoming bolder by the minute, it was exploring her bottom with a will, stroking over the taut cheeks of her ass, squeezing and pinching in a most lewd manner.

Her eyes were held captive by Stormbringer’s own and his resolute expression kept her quiet as the intimate inspection continued. She could only try to limit its scope by keeping her legs tight against each other. But minutes later, the girl lost even that option. The train passed over a series of points as it switched to a new track and the violent swaying caused her to automatically place her feet wider apart or risk falling.

It seemed the anonymous commuter had been expecting exactly that because the hand reacted so quickly to Nayelli’s momentary helplessness, slipping down the back of her thigh and then raising the hem of her dress as it wedged up between her slightly parted bare legs. At the same time, another commuter jostled the young woman so that his elbow ended up wedged in the cleavage between her breasts, pressing her dress inwards and widening the gaps under each armpit.

That it was no accident became obvious moments later when a new hand touched the girl’s side and found bare flesh there. By the time that she realised hunching herself up to try and avoid it only caused the dress to gape wider, the hand was inside, and firmly attached to the side of her breast, squeezing hard and compressing the soft mound in its grip. Silently her dark brown eyes pleaded with Stormbringer to save her from being groped but he firmly shook his head again.

Nayelli was becoming increasingly flustered. The hand on her breast was consolidating its position, moving inwards to cover more of the jutting orb. She could see the outline of it by looking down and watched with the fascination of a rabbit hypnotised by a snake as its fingers spread out to either side of her semi-erect nipple before tightening its grip again and trapping the sensitive teat. Meanwhile the original hand continued to make progress. Aided by the sway of the fast-moving train, it was using that motion to edge higher and higher between her partly open legs, pushing insistently over the soft flesh of her inner thighs until the blade of the hand was wedged up tight between her legs with the thumb deep in the crease between her buttocks. To make matters worse, the vibrations of the carriage were transmitted through invasive digits to her erogenous flesh and the sideways sway was causing the corner of another man’s briefcase to bump rhythmically right onto her groin in front.

Occasionally the train slowed to a halt at a new station to release a few travellers and take on new ones. But never enough that those around Nayelli created a space into which she could escape. And all the time Stormbringer’s eyes held her immobile against any protest at the indignity. Other eyes apparently grew aware of what was happening though because a new body pushed up tight against her other side, so tight that she could even feel the outline of his erection when a confident hand moved quickly from her waist and under the ill-defended armhole to grasp her left breast in a grip that was uncomfortably strong, jiggling the swelling mound up and down while finger and thumb pinched the hard nipple.

Nayelli’s resistance weakened as both her tits were so manipulated and she stared helplessly at Stormbringer, trying to imagine it was his own hands that were causing the reaction. And in a way, it was. His blue eyes held her cloudy gaze hypnotically as he watched the look on his assistant’s face. This was exactly what he had hoped would happen when he led them to the most notorious subway line at the busiest part of the day. It was no accident that Nayelli was the only female in the carriage either; the railways company had been forced to designate women-only areas of the trains because such attacks were so common. He felt himself growing excited as he watched the expression on the Native American’s face and could imagine what was happening to her within the press of outwardly respectable middle aged businessmen who surrounded the girl.

There was an eerie sense of unreality to the whole thing as no one showed any signs nor made any sound to indicate it was more than a train load of office workers heading home for supper. But within the tight group around the girl it was as though there was some unspoken accord. They all seemed to be aware of what was happening and each wanted a share of the spoils. Hands were jostling for position, two now on her bottom grasping the firm flesh with an intensity that widened the cleft between her buttocks. Another was fighting for a position to gain some access to the generous swell of aroused tit-flesh and two had dragged up the front of her dress and were vying for the right to get under the narrow strip of her thong to invade the slender remnants of any defence she had left.

The original assailant held his position through all this with an admirable display of tenacity that perhaps indicated some samurai blood in his ancestry. Refusing to be dislodged, his hand remained firmly in place between thighs that were losing the battle as Nayelli grew more and more aroused by the multiple groping of her most sensitive spots. Losing herself in the steady blue eyes that had controlled her almost from the moment they had met, Nayelli allowed her feet to be shuffled further apart so that her tormentor could hook the sodden crotch of her thong aside and thrust two fingers up into her honey-coated depths. At the same time, the two contestants for her pubis apparently declared a truce and one slid under the inadequate garment from either side, exploring as much of per mons and labia as possible, fingers moving across the swollen nub of her clit in time with the train’s swaying motion.

Unresisting now, Nayelli stood in the centre of that group of impassive middle aged salarymen on trembling, parted legs, panting for breath and attention firmly fixed on the lifeline of her boss’s eyes while anonymous fingers pulled, pinched, stroked and thrust. Even when her own hands were directed to rigid columns of flesh and the fingers wrapped around them she no longer fought, acquiescently sliding her grip up and down the exposed cocks until she felt them explode and thick cream splattered against her thighs to dribble down her legs.

Then abruptly it was over. The train drew to a halt and the carriage rapidly emptied. No one so much as gave a backwards glance at the young Native American, swaying dazedly on rubbery legs. It could almost have been a dream  except for the way her clothing was still disarrayed and the sensation of cum dripping down both thighs. With shaky steps Nayelli tottered the two yards that separated them and collapsed against Stormbringer, holding him tightly.

“You did very good,” Stormbringer reassured her as the train started up again. Then his arm was around her, tilting Nayelli’s head back for a deep kiss while his own hand slid into the dress, ripping the seam slightly as he brought her large, firm breast out into the open and started to massage it roughly. Nayelli gasped, breaking the kiss and looking around, only then realising they were alone in the carriage. With no idea where they were headed or how long it would take, she was beyond caring too much. They were alone and Stormbringer had his hands on her body instead of some surreptitious strangers. It was enough, considering the state she was in and the young Native American girl folded back into his embrace and gave herself up to the moment.

With an unusual haste, Stormbringer displayed his own arousal by pushing the girl up against one of the stainless steel poles and yanking at her dress so it hung between her breasts, making them look even larger than normal as they thrust out through the overstretched armholes. One knee pressed between her legs, up against her sex as he pinned her there, hands grasping her tits and massaging them urgently while his lips devoured her own. Nayelli writhed against the body of her lover, already excited to fever pitch by the recent events which had tormented her to the edge of orgasm but denied her any release. The thick, pointed shapes of her achingly hard nipples jabbed against the palms of Stormbringer’s hands, causing him to clutch her breasts even more tightly.

The young woman couldn’t wait much longer and boldly took the initiative instead of waiting and following Stormbringer’s lead. Scrabbling her hands between them until she found the man’s zip Nayelli wrenched it down to reach inside and grasp the thick shape of his rigidly erect cock. While he attacked her tits with some ferocity, leaving marks from his fingers that would show as bruises by the next day, and twisting and tugging on her long, erect teats, she franticly pulled the foreskin back and forth, urging him to not wait any longer.

 He didn’t. Swinging the girl around bodily he bent her forwards so she had to brace herself against the carriage door with both hands beside her head. Then flipping up the back of her dress and seeing the thong was already displaced, he grasped Nayelli’s hips and thrust into her body with one hard push. The young woman threw her head back and howled with pleasure as she finally felt herself filled with the familiar shape of her boss’s cock; the more so as he began to ram into her, breathing hard, the power of his thrusts pushing her up against the door until her naked tits were flattened against the cool glass and she could do nothing but stare out of the window with unseeing eyes, heedless of the way she must have looked to anyone who glanced at the passing train.

Fingers curling around her hips to hold her still for the powerful thrusts, Stormbringer took Nayelli hard and fast. Neither was in the mood for soft and sensitive lovemaking, nor were they of a mind to make it last a long time either. It was brutally hard and animalistic fucking with both of them grunting at every deep penetration and it was over quickly.  Stormbringer jerked spastically into the girl’s body as he released and those final irregular slams sent Nayelli over the edge into an ear splitting orgasm.

It was just as well, because as the pair became a bit more aware of their surroundings they realised the train was slowing down into a marshalling yard where it would presumably spend the night while it was cleaned ready for the following day’s demands. They only just had time to replace their disarrayed clothing before a surprised driver, making his way through the carriages to check for sleepers and drunks, shooed the crazy foreigners off his train.

“Now that definitely qualifies as a memorable way to mark our visit,” Stormbringer smiled, one arm around the waist of Nayelli who was walking uncomfortably, both from the after effects of having been fucked so hard and because of the amounts of cum coating her inner and outer thighs.

Even though she knew her body would be aching and bruised by the morning, the girl had to agree with that sentiment and she snaked her own arm around the man’s back with a contented smile.