Priya's Trip to Japan Ch. 01

Moves to a BDSM and a Non-con theme, will change the category of next chapter, stop here if it's not your tea.

In the pulsating heart of Tokyo, a young Indian woman named Priya was embarking on her honeymoon with her new husband, Ravi. The newlyweds were eager to explore the city and immerse themselves in Japanese culture.

However, within a few hours of their arrival, Ravi found himself overwhelmed by jet lag and chose to rest in the hotel, while Priya decided to venture out into the city on her own and explore.

Priya was a vision. At 25 years old, her body had finally fully developed, blessed in all the right places with lush curves that would send any man to his knees. A petite frame that leveled into a taut and smooth stomach, extending into her beautiful vaginal folds, primed to be explored and broken in by her freshly wedded husband on their honeymoon.

Both of them virgins, Priya had saved herself, and Ravi was definitely in for a treat. Her pert nipples were perched on top of 32DD breasts that were just a little too big for her body, and hardened immediately into pebbles everyday in the shower, evolving into pinchable buds that she often took advantage of in her masturbation sessions. Her jet black tresses often got caught in the way, and she sometimes used her locks to cover her hardened nipples on a cold day when her bra didn't do the job. Her toned stomach housed a beautiful pierced belly button that a finger could dip in and play around for hours. It gave way to her genitals. Oh, her pussy. Certainly a creation from up above. Endowed with unusually thick lips, they were twice as sensitive as normal, and even a slight touch from just her pant cloth made them flutter with arousal and drip her secretions. Ravi was really blessed.

Dressed in a simple outfit, with jeans and a plain silk blouse, she decided to try the subway, feeling a surge of content as she navigated out the hotel into the bustling city. Japan was supposed to be quite safe, after all. She couldn't help but notice the curious glances she received from the locals, admiring her bronze skin tone. Her skin was truly radiating, ablaze with the glow and happiness of a newly wed bride, albeit temporarily without her husband.

Buying her tickets at the machines, she proceeded to find the train that would take her to the city square, waiting for it to arrive at the tracks, oblivious of the tales of what Japanese trains did to beautiful unassuming women. Especially one like her.

As she stood near the metro doors, holding onto the overhead bar, she felt it.

A hand. Lightly grazing the back of her thigh. Lightly, but unmistakably. It was deliberate.

Startled, she whirled around, trying to face her culprit.

A neatly trimmed old man stood right behind her, smiling knowingly. He was crisply dressed in a suit, and had an unassuming casual air about him, as if he did nothing wrong. Priya was shocked. Was this normal? Why didn't he look ashamed? From his grin, it definitely wasn't a mistake, and he was not sorry in the least.

Frowning, she gave him a glare and turned back, his demeanor making her think twice about loudly berating him on the train. Plus, it was so quiet she was actually afraid of disturbing the serenity of the space, not realizing it was probably another factor that he was taking advantage of. Turning back, she huffed, trying to leave her thoughts of the creep behind her.

Barely moments later, the hand returned. Even more boldly. She jerked suddenly, but before she could even turn around, his other hand came down with alarming speed on her waist, firmly shifting her entire body back into position, her back to him, keeping her stationary. His hold was exceptionally strong, and Priya felt immobilized, rooted to the spot.

Confident that he had her mute and unable to try to move, his other hand slowly snaked up her thighs, making sure to feel her plump flesh through the fabric, tracing the outline of her jeans as his fingers now reached her ass.

Surprisingly, she felt his fingers hover. Waiting. Waiting for her reaction to his newfound region of her body.

Once again, Priya looked around, desperately trying to catch someone's eye and grab their attention to her plight. But if anyone saw what was happening, they didn't do anything, keeping their eyes rooted everywhere else except on the 2 figures on the subway floor.

Again, the lull of the metro prevented her from getting the guts to call him out publicly, and she helplessly kept her mouth shut, resorting to squirming her body to and fro to get him off her.

Naturally, this was not going to be stopping the stranger in the least. All he wanted to know was whether she was strong enough to raise her voice. To his delight, she had given him the first indication of her quiet submission to his ministrations, emboldening his advances.

Happy with her response, he jammed his index finger out of his hold onto her butt flesh, making her gasp with the now sudden movement.

'Shhh..' he whispered, leaning into her ear, giving her goosebumps and feeling her momentarily shiver upon hearing his voice for the first time.

With his palm now on her ass, he cupped her right cheek, pleasantly surprised that his hand was nowhere close to enveloping her soft mounds! Her ass was delectably huge!

His left hand still firmly planted on her waist, he started tracing circles around her peach, making her gasp.

'Mhmmmm!'

Suddenly, without any warning, he had quickly moved his hand to the crevice of her mildly open legs, roughly nudged them apart a little wider, and copped a feel of her genital area through her denim. To her shame, she realized her puffy lips were dilated with her arousal, and his fingers actually grazed them even through the fabric.

Panting, Priya struggled to keep her voice low, her heart racing. His fingers continued their rubbing, alternating between gently and roughly caressing her. Mute throughout her ordeal, it definitely didn't look like she was being roughed up if an observer saw them, as waves of pleasure coursed through her being. The fact that she had no experience in anything remotely sexual only heightened the feelings she was currently succumbing to.

Just as his hand tried to cup her pussy lips, an announcement sounded through the speaker that the next stop was coming up.

As abruptly as he had moved his hands to molest her, he retracted his hands from her body, making her sway slightly, immediately feeling the loss of his touch.

Leaning in, he talked into her right ear, 'If you more want, follow me.', with his broken english, as he retracted his face and stepped to the door, exiting the metro.

And follow she did. As if in control of a higher spirit, his instruction had woken something dormant in her, as she wordlessly scrambled to adjust her caroused jeans, smoothing them down before hurriedly exiting the train to try to catch up with him. Not minding her any heed, he continued on his path, making her follow him out the underground station back into the light, as he walked through a maze of roads before entering a building, all as she desperately tried to keep track of him, not even thinking about what she was trying to do.

Dizzy with excitement, she followed him on the stairs to the first floor, and as she alighted them, was faced with his figure smiling and waiting for her at the entrance to one of the apartments.

'I massage. You, interested?' he queried, in his low octave, smirking with a knowing smile, implying exactly what would probably happen in that massage.

'But, but.. I'm married..', Priya tried to weakly counter, hoping to offer some semblance of resistance. Not for him, but to satiate herself. He had just shown her what pleasure meant on that train, and her mind wanted more. Why else would she have so desperately followed him in that haze?

Shrugging, he made a motion to close the door, leading to her immediately protesting through the haze of her excitement. 'Wait.., just a massage, right?'

'Yes yes, Akio give best massage.' he offered, gesturing with his hands for her to step inside his abode.

As if guided by a superior force, Priya felt her body moving irresistibly towards that bastard's door, as he shamelessly placed his right hand on the small of her back, pushing her into the darkness of his apartment, nudging the once proud Indian wife into the depths of her awakening.

Priya's heart raced as she found herself in the dimly lit apartment of the older Japanese man. His hand still on the small of her back, he led her deeper into the room, towards a makeshift massage area. Her mind was in a whirl, still trying to process the intense pleasure she had experienced on the train. She couldn't deny the desire coursing through her veins, even as her conscience screamed in protest.

Akio gestured for her to remove her clothes and handed her a thin, silky robe to wear. Priya hesitated, but ultimately complied, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. As she slipped into the robe, Akio prepared a large inflatable mattress on the floor, covering it with a plastic sheet and a towel. He then began to mix a slippery concoction in a large bowl, the scent of aloe and coconut oil filling the air.

"Nuru massage," Akio explained, gesturing towards the bowl. "Very relaxing, very good for skin."

Priya hesitantly nodded, her curiosity piqued despite her reservations. She watched as Akio undressed, revealing a lean, muscular body that belied his age. He then donned a thin, see-through loincloth, leaving little to the imagination, except his genital area, which just happened to be well concealed.

Akio beckoned for Priya to lie down on the mattress, face up. She did so, her body tense as she felt the cool plastic beneath her. Akio climbed onto the sides of the mattress as well, straddling her hips, and began to pour the slippery mixture onto her body. The warm oil felt divine on her skin, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as Akio began to massage her.

His strong hands glided over her body, rubbing and kneading her muscles with expert precision. Priya felt herself relax, her body melting under his touch. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the sensation of the oil and Akio's hands on her skin.

As the massage continued, Akio's touch grew more intimate. His hands strayed from her shoulders and back, moving to her breasts and stomach. Priya gasped as his fingers brushed against her nipples, her body betraying her as they hardened under his touch. She bit her lip, her mind a battlefield of guilt and pleasure.

Akio seemed to sense her inner turmoil, his movements growing more deliberate as he continued to explore her body. His hands traveled lower, slipping under the thin robe to caress her thighs. Priya's breath hitched as his fingers inched closer to her most sensitive area, her body aching for his touch.

With a deft movement, Akio slid the robe off of her, leaving her completely naked and exposed. Priya's heart pounded in her chest as he began to massage her inner thighs, his fingers teasingly close to her aching sex. She couldn't help but moan, her body arching towards him, desperate for release.

Akio chuckled, a low, deep sound that sent shivers down Priya's spine. "You like, yes?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Priya could only nod, her voice failing her as Akio's fingers finally found their mark. He began to massage her clit, his touch firm and steady, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Priya writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress as she fought to keep herself from crying out.

As Akio continued to work her clit, his other hand snaked up to her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb. Priya's body was a live wire, every nerve ending electrified by his touch. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of release, her body trembling with the effort to hold on.

With a final, expert flick of his wrist, Akio sent Priya over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Akio continued to massage her, milking every last ounce of pleasure from her body as she rode out her orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Priya lay panting, her body limp and satisfied. Akio smiled down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something else - something darker, more intense.

"Now," he said, his voice low and commanding, "we have some fun, yes? Believe, you will enjoy."

Priya's eyes widened as Akio's lithe body reached for a length of rope in the corner of the dark room, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she should say no, that this was going too far, but she couldn't deny the allure of the unknown, the thrill of submitting to Akio's desires.

She found herself unable to resist the pull of Akio's dark gaze, her body still humming with the lingering pleasure of her orgasm. She watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as he approached her with the length of rope in hand. He moved with an air of confidence and authority that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Trust," Akio murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You, this enjoy."

Priya hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She knew she should leave, that this was crossing a line she wasn't sure she was ready to cross. But the temptation was too great, the allure of the unknown too strong. With a deep breath, she nodded her consent.

Akio smiled, a lingering, perverted one that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Priya's veins. He began to tie her wrists together, the rope rough and unforgiving against her delicate skin. The bindings were tight, but not painful, and Priya found herself feeling oddly secure in her restraints.

As Akio moved on to her ankles, Priya couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. She was completely at his mercy, her body exposed and helpless. But instead of fear, she felt a strange sense of exhilaration. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the thrill of the unknown was intoxicating.

Once Priya was securely bound, Akio began to massage her again, his hands sliding over her slick, oil-covered skin with ease. But this time, his touch was different. It was rougher, more demanding, and Priya found herself responding to his every touch with a desperate, aching need.

As Akio's hands moved over her body, Priya couldn't help but moan, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he teased and tormented her sensitive flesh. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, how much pressure to apply, and when to back off just enough to keep her on the edge of release.

Despite her inexperience, she found herself quickly becoming lost in the moment, her body responding to Akio's touch with an intensity she had never experienced before. She couldn't help but arch her back, pressing her hips upwards as Akio's fingers worked their magic on her clit.

But just as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, Akio pulled back, leaving her gasping and frustrated. He chuckled at her whimper of protest, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"No no," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You wait please."

And so she did. Akio teased and tormented Priya for what felt like hours, alternating between rough, demanding touches and gentle, feather-light caresses. He seemed to take delight in her frustration, in her desperate cries for release.

Finally, when Priya thought she couldn't take any more, Akio leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. "You ready?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Pent up with forbidden desire, she nodded eagerly, her body aching with need. Akio chuckled, the sound low and predatory, before he finally gave her what she wanted. With a few deft flicks of his wrist, he sent Priya spiraling into orgasm, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As Priya lay there, panting and exhausted, Akio untied her bindings, his movements gentle and reverent. She felt oddly shy and vulnerable, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. But as Akio helped her to her feet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. He had introduced her to a whole new world of pleasure, a world she never knew existed.

As Priya dressed and prepared to leave, Akio handed her a business card with a simple message scrawled on the back. "When you ready for more," it read.

Priya looked up at him, her eyes shining with lust. Spurred on by the spirit of the moment, she took the pen from a table at the entrance, and scribbled something on the note before handing it back to him.

Surprised, Akio took it from her and glanced at it. A smile broke through his creased face. A slow, predatory smile that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Priya's veins.

It was her address and a time.

To be continued...