Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 11
The ME team deplaned and headed towards Customs to retrieve their
luggage. For some reason the customs people couldn't find the luggage for Sissy
and Ellen. The head of the team told them that Mr. Muriama would remain at the
airport until their baggage was found and cleared customs. After about an hour
they were told that their luggage had been found and was being searched. They
headed over to collect their belongings only to be informed that a number of
plastic packets containing a white powder had been discovered hidden away inside
their luggage. Sissy could not believe what was happening. She had already been
strip searched and given a full cavity examination at the first airport. What
was going to happen to her and Ellen this time?
Immediately upon their arrival they were hustled off to a room and told
to undress. Unlike the previous search, this one was done by a pair of woman
under the direction of an older man who made no attempt to conceal his pleasure
at the sight of their naked bodies. One thing led to another and the ME women
soon found themselves with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Sissy was
searched first.
They bent the blonde teen over a bar with her legs spread apart and
began probing her insides with some kind of buzzing wand that soon had the girl
positively dripping. To add to her discomfort the other officer began to fondle
her hanging tits, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as she murmured
something in Japanese that Sissy did not understand. Soon Sissy's nipples were
fully erect and at that point the male supervisor joined the fun, working a
second wand, one that was a bit more narrow and shorter, up into her butthole.
Between the two wands and the tit massage, Sissy did what came naturally and
proceeded to flood the wand inside her twitching cunt, much to the delight of
her searchers. After she finished trembling and oozing, and regained control of
her emotions they let her up from the bar so Ellen could replace her.
Ellen soon occupied the same position as Sissy had and received similar
treatment. This time the supervisor took a much more active role in her search.
He donned a pair of latex gloves and proceeded to probe the smooth shaven
entrance to Ellen's pussy, wiggling his fingers inside her and trying to reach
the brunette's G-spot. He said something to his assistants and soon one of them
handed him a wand that was angled. It turned out that this was the type of
vibrator that was used to find and stimulate a woman's G-spot. It took some
doing, but at last he located that special spot and happily forced Ellen into
not one, but two rather strong orgasms.
While he was amusing himself in this manner, one of the female officers
removed her trousers and panties and positioned her hairy mound against Ellen's
mouth and began moving the thick patch of straight, black pubic hair up and down
the brunette's face. Ellen caught on quickly and soon her tongue was busily
insinuating itself into the Japanese woman's cunt. It did not take Ellen long to
bring the woman off and when she finally stepped back, Ellen's face was
glistening with the pussy juice that had spurted from the woman's cunt.
Then it was the other one's turn and once again Ellen got to work. While
she was bringing the second officer to a nice juicy orgasm the short wand was
now being worked in and out of her clenching butt hole in concert with the
activity going on inside her juicing cunt. Ellen and the second officer came
within seconds of each other to the applause that came from the supervisor.
Sissy was rather perplexed when she was handed her clothing and by means
of sign language told to dress. She glanced over at Ellen Luxore who was now
kneeling on the cold floor and using her tongue on the first woman's butthole.
The Japanese guard was bent over at the waist with her hands holding her flat
butt cheeks wide apart to allow Ellen's tongue easy access to that winking brown
eye. The supervisor angrily motioned for Sissy to dress.
Just then the door opened to admit a grinning Mr. Muriama who was hard
pressed to decide what to watch first, Ellen's tongue swabbing out the guard's
brown eyed hole or Sissy's stark naked form. He compromised by swiveling his
head back and forth rapidly to capture all the titillating activities going on
in this little room. He began to suffer from sensory overload when the other
guard also came into view, revealing her body naked from the waist down. She
grinned at the translator and said something in Japanese that made his face turn
red. Sissy recognized one of the words and started blushing herself as she
filled in the missing blanks.
The teen quickly got into her clothing and allowed herself to be led
from the room by Mr. Muriama. She took a final look back at her boss and was
amazed to see that the guard's pussy had been replaced by the supervisor's short
but fat cock, now moving smoothly in and out of Ellen's suctioning mouth as she
dutifully worked on his hard cock in an effort to drain his big balls of the
sperm churning away inside them. Then Sissy's eyes popped as she watched one of
the female guards produce what looked like a rubber hose and begin tapping it
against Ellen's shoulder blades. It was evident that they had quite a bit more
planned for this woman before making a judgement on her situation.
Little did Sissy realize that she had been part of an elaborate ruse;
these guards and their supervisor were Hashifumoto employees, and the entire
session was being recorded by hidden video cameras for the entertainment of
their corporate executives. In point of fact every person that Sissy had
encountered since she stepped aboard the aircraft were employees of this
gigantic Japanese corporation.
Mr. Muriama informed the teen that they would be taking the subway to
their destination which was a large hotel located in downtown Osaka. However
they would be taking a small detour in order to pick up something for Sissy to
wear at the little get-together that would be held in the ME team's honor at a
well known restaurant noted for its excellent food and authentic Japanese
entertainment. She followed the translator down a number of flights of stairs
and onto a platform where a mob of Japanese waited for the subway's arrival.
As they stood shoulder to shoulder with this large group of workers and
shoppers Sissy felt anonymous fingers and even hands brushing against her body,
some poking others squeezing whatever part of her body they came in contact
with. The first few times it occurred she made little outcries that were totally
ignored by those surrounding her. She tried to get even closer to her male
companion, but he seemed oblivious to what she was undergoing. She let out a
loud yelp when someone pinched her ass cheek, really digging into her firm flesh
and hanging on briefly as she struggled to escape. Just at this moment the train
whooshed into the station and the mob surged toward the opening doors.
Sissy was swept up into the horde of humanity that poured into the
subway car. She lost sight of Mr. Muriama and was literally carried along by the
mass of business suited, book carrying men that moved like a wave forcing the
blonde teenager deeper and deeper into the bullet shaped metal cannister. There
was a hissing sound followed by the blare of some type of airhorn that was being
used by the uniformed men responsible for cramming as many people as possible
into the subway car before signaling for the doors to be closed.
The car lurched into motion but those packed into it seemed immune to
the forces of gravity so tightly packed were they. Then Sissy felt the first
tentative probing of her person. She was surrounded by a wall of expressionless
Japanese who all seemed to be looking somewhere other than at her. The first
prober was now joined by another pair of hands that somehow managed to locate
her tweeners and before the shocked teen could make an attempt to fend them off,
they squeezed and palpitated her firm tits before slithering off to another
portion of her anatomy. Now another wave of assailants moved in on her body,
hands rubbing her belly and gently pinching her thighs through the thin material
of her dress. A few of the men around her began to somehow open their
newspapers, acting as a type of shield for those currently enjoying her flesh.
Suddenly the girl felt a rush of cool air as one daring soul managed to lift the
hem of her dress giving other hands easy access to her plump, pantied pubic
mound.
Things began to get quite serious as more and more hands joined those
exploring the blonde's body, squeezing, patting, petting , pinching, nipping,
poking, caressing, and even hefting some portions of it until at last the first
intrepid digits breached her last bastion of modesty, entering her lower
orifices. Sissy discovered that she was effectively immobilized by another group
of unseen hands that held her arms tightly against her body and pressed so
tightly around her that she could not have fallen under any circumstances. It
was as if she had been wrapped like a mummy in layers of tape. Now she felt
another rush of cooler air as someone slit the side of her dress open and a hand
slid over her pebbled flesh on its way to her breast, which already was
suffering a frontal assault featuring cruel pinches to her nipples and some not
so gentle tugging at her tits themselves.
These forays were nothing compared to what was taking place in her most
private areas which were being overrun by an army of creepy crawling fingers
that felt like some type of large insects as they pressed into her pussy and
tried to probe her butthole as well.The countless fingers soon began to have an
unwanted effect on the girl; Sissy was getting horny from all the stimulation
she was receiving. She actually heard a few lewd sounding chuckles coming from
those surrounding her as she grew wetter and the smell of her arousal began to
permeate the air.
There is no way of telling what might have occurred had not the subway
car come to a squealing halt at the next station. Suddenly Sissy was now being
carried toward the car door by the surging mass of Japanese who were desperately
trying to exit from the steel womb they were occupying. Somehow she and Mr.
Muriama were reunited and found seats that provided her with some degree of
protection from the marauding armies of lechers that populated the subway cars.
Before they finally reached their station Sissy had the opportunity to witness
more than one assault on young women and school girls who made this perilous
journey daily. To her amazement the attitude these youthful victims adopted was
one of acceptance mixed with some degree of pride that their charms could
attract this type of attention. Poor Sissy felt as if she had come to another
planet rather than another country. She would become even more convinced of her
feeling as the days and nights elapsed.
Over the objections of her companion, Sissy ducked into the nearest
ladies room to appraise and hopefully repair the damage that had been done to
her clothing. Once more she got a taste of what it meant to be a neophyte in a
foreign land. This well-scrubbed tiled room with what proved to be a row of
squat toilets offering almost no privacy whatsoever was not what Sissy had
expected. Worse still the place suffered from a lack of suitable mirrors that
she needed to assess her situation. Despite this handicap the blonde was able to
see that although her dress was mussed and had a narrow slit cut into one side,
it was still serviceable provided she didn't walk too quickly and stayed away
from drafts. She waited in line to have access to the single source of water in
this large room, and when she emerged, Mr. Muriama was still standing where she
had left him, only now he was busily engaged, using his eyes and imagination to
undress the groups of school girls who sauntered past, some of them openly
flirting with the middle aged man. Japan was indeed a strange land, and getting
stranger with every moment she spent here.
She followed her guide up the stairs that led to the street. He stopped
once they were outside and consulted a small piece of paper he took from his
pocket. He looked around to get his bearings and then he beckoned her to follow
as he took off down the crowded street. Sissy walked with an eye on those men
who came at her from every direction, ready to fend off any unwanted advances.
Her companion noticed her reaction and waited for her to rejoin him. "What
happened to you only happens in the subways. Japanese men are very circumspect
in the open. You have nothing to fear while you are in public." His words did
some good and Sissy relaxed and accompanied him as he headed purposefully toward
a rather nondescript building that was quite large. Sissy couldn't help but
notice that there was a brisk traffic of older men and high school girls
entering and leaving this building. "Where are we going?" she asked and Mr.
Muriama smiled and replied, "We are going to a bura seru shop; I'm sure you will
be quite taken aback at what you see inside, but have no fear, it is just a
business, nothing more."
( To be continued)
