Sex and the British & Commonwealth Occupying Force in Japan
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Chapter 5: Nanase and Konomi Catfight
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Nanase and Konomi Catfight - Aussie Major Bill Walters chases money and sex in post WW2 Japan. He is a coward, opportunistic, money hungry and cynical user of women who finds himself in charge of the BCOF's (British & Commonwealth Occupying Force) vice and liquor and licencing section. A necessary setup because of the 400,000 American and 40,000 Commonwealth soldiers stationed there. It was a marriage made in heaven, Dracula running the blood bank, a child let loose in a candy shop or even worse. These are his memories.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Rough Interracial White Male Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Menstrual Play Public Sex Cat-Fighting Violence
I was still spending time looking for Nanase, the kidnapped sister of Yui, while Yui waited impatiently until I organised another rematch of her sexfight with Chiyako. To tell the truth, I was finding the 28-year-old translator a bit of a pain in the arse. She was constantly hounding me to do more to find her younger sister, and I was having to spend a lot of my time inventing excuses to delay her rematch with Chiyako. Finally, to put it bluntly, Chiyako was of more use to me: she was working like a demon to set up my sex club, and she was Yui’s equal in bed.
Anyway, I was still searching and was now investigating the top-level clubs/brothels, having eliminated both the lowest level 10-minute fuck holes and then the more normal clubs/brothels that ripped the money from the 470,000 horny USA and BCOF servicemen that occupied Japan after WW2. I was enjoying this a bit more as these third-level clubs had more taste. I entered the Sakurakai Okiya, or in English, ‘Cherry Blossom Geisha House’.
My Japanese was slowly improving, and I remembered that Sakurakai was also the name for the ultranationalist secret society established by young officers within the Imperial Japanese Army. Odd choice of name, I thought as I stepped back in time to the 17th century. Suddenly, WTF. My eyes had moved from the five Geishas dancing and singing to a three-stringed, long-necked, plucked string instrument, the shamisen. All the watching males were dressed either fully or partly in Kenpeitai uniforms.
What I had stumbled into was some sort of returned Japanese soldiers’ club, and boy was I glad I had Gatlin, Willie and my other 8 other good old Southern boy MPs waiting outside. I turned to go, but my pathway was blocked, and a fully uniformed man stepped up menacingly close to me.
“I am Captain Endo. He was dressed immaculately in the peaked cap, polished brown leather Sam Browne belt, boots of undressed leather, and an olive drab tunic and jodhpurs worn by an officer of the Kenpeitai, the WW2 Japanese organisation that served as military police, secret police, and military intelligence, all rolled into one. He even had the metal-rimmed round glasses and black parted slicked hair of any post-war movie that featured a Japanese officer. Yes, he even had a samurai sword attached to his belt.
He hissed, “This is a private club. You are not welcome here, as you can see.” I could almost feel the distaste of the other patrons and the growing sense of anger as they stood.
Back in my prewar days as a debt collector for an Illegal betting and loan business in Struggletown, the local name for Richmond, an inner suburb/slum in Melbourne, I had been in similar positions before. What I had learnt was that you had to bluster. Sometimes it worked, and if it didn’t, you were going to cop it anyway, same as if you had said something.
“Yes, you can evict me, but it will cost you dearly,” I said, and pulled out from my wallet the old newspaper clippings of The Butcher of Battalion Hill and The Kokada Trail Killer. These had been written about me when I was in New Guinea and were my embellished, made-up tales of my heroic journey back to HQ as the only survivor of a retreat. Actually, I had run away from the advancing Japs the fastest.
Captain Edo pointed at someone and snapped his fingers, and the lackey approached. Edo said to me, “This man was in New Guinea,” as he translated the clipping for him. The man spoke rapidly in Japanese, almost bowing to me as he did so. “It looks like these are true, even understated,” Edo said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It appeared as though, some time later, retreating Japanese had used and enhanced the myth regarding me in order to save face.
I followed up my bluster with peace offerings, explaining I was the man to see regarding imported liquor and bar permits, and I was willing to help him develop the club. For a % of course.
I was accepted, and we were joined by a woman in her mid-30s. She was about 5 foot 4 inches tall, slim, with a face that stuck in your memory for the right reasons and trim, shapely legs which were emphasised by her high heels. She was wearing a knee-length Chinese cheongsam with side splits not reaching the usual mid-thigh but to just below her hip.
As she walked to our table, I saw the traditional Chinese embroidered elastic fastenings on the final 10 inches allowed the cheongsam to cling tightly to her thighs and taut arse, but stretched as she walked, allowing her legs to be seen from her ankle chain to her hip. The soft silk material clung to her firm stomach before caressing her 34B breasts, revealing both their shape and their hard bullet-sized nipples. I was in love, or at least in heat.
Edo said, “This is Misaki, who runs our club. She controlled the comfort women in Shanghai and developed a taste for the Chinese dresses that originated there. You will deal with her regarding the club’s needs. And don’t get any ideas; she is a lesbian.” My cock deflated.
Another snap of his fingers, and another woman joined our table. Edo introduced her as Konomi Takinishi, the star of tonight’s main show. Compared to Misaki, it was like fire and water: complete opposites. Konomi was a very plain, short, solid 5 ft 1, 135 pounds, with a typical Japanese long-torsoed, thick-thighed 32B 30 34 body. She was dressed in a 2-piece western suit and sensible shoes, looking like something out of a Sears 1950s mail-order catalogue.
“She’s not a lesbian and would like to try Western before her performance,” Edo said, and what could I do but agree? In my shock and nervousness, I knocked a glass off the table and reached down to pick it up. Maybe I wouldn’t have to fake it, because looking up Konomi’s skirt I saw naked, wet pussy.
Things proceeded quickly in the back room. Konomi stripped, and when I dropped my daks, her eyes widened in appreciation. Now, as you know, I am no superman, but I would say I was above average from what I had seen in the Football changing rooms back home. I was not a very good player, as my role was the enforcer. Lefty, so called because he punched with his right, and I would isolate the opposition’s best player behind the play, and he would suddenly ‘faint’ or suffer “sunstroke’ and take no further part in the game. Plus, from what I had seen in the private room sex shows in the Tokyo bars, in Japan, with my cock, I was a one-eyed man in the land of the blind. I was king.
She held and stroked my cock almost reverently before going down on it. She knelt, parted her lips, pushed her head forward, and fed my stiff boner into her mouth, inch by inch, letting it slide slowly between her lips, then her teeth, before passing the underside of my throbbing male sausage meat over her warm and wet tongue, until its head was pressed against her tonsils, and her face was buried in my curly pubic hair.
Fuck, she was good, but you have to remember I had been putting my tool down the throats of first my maid/whore, Nanase, then her older sister Yui, and lately Chiyako. I would have cum quickly a few years ago, but not now, and I took the time to roll her into 69. I was surprised she spoke English when she said this was her first time being eaten, as Japanese men thought that was below them.
I took her clit between my lips and sucked it gently but forcefully, slurping on it, at the same time pumping my fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. I knew from her moans and writhing that her cum was welling up deep inside of her and saw her pre-orgasmic sensations rippling through her body. Then she came uncontrollably, while I sucked her cunt.
“Eat it, Unnggh. Lick it, lick me, Cumming, cuummmiiinnnggg!”
Her pussy spasmed and spewed, giving me a mouthful of pussy juice to lick and swallow. I kept sucking her clit and jacking her off, guiding her through the peak of her orgasm. It was nearly 30 seconds before her spasms subsided, and we got down to some serious fucking. I pushed the head of my cock just into Konomi’s cunt entrance and stopped. “That’s it. That’s it. Deeper,” she cried out.
I pulled out and laid my cock across her clit. I thought she would break down and cry when my cock left her gripping, wet hole. “ Put it back in, please, Soldier, please.” I slipped my shaft back in and gave her about two inches this time. “All the way, soldier. “All the way,” she kept pleading.
I pulled out again. I looked into Konomi’s eyes. She was on the verge of tears. She was reaching for my cock, trying to pull it back in her dripping wet cunt. Again, I gave her two inches. “Please, Soldier.” “Please.” I started pushing slowly. 3 inches, 4 inches. Konomi let out a deep, low moan as more of my tool entered her, “Ooooooooooooooooh. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Deeeeeper. Give me moooore.”
5 inches, 6, 7, then 8inches. It was as big as it could get it and I was in her all the way. As soon as I had her fuckhole stuffed full of my hard cock, Konomi’s cunt tightened around it as she went into a full-on orgasmic state. She grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me to her, seeking deeper penetration. Her body shook as her biggest cum yet rocked through her body. For almost a full minute, I could feel waves of pleasure shaking her as she continually cried out, “I’m cuuuuming, I’m cuumming. Ooooooh.
Finally, her orgasm subsided as she began to relax. I still hadn’t cum yet, perhaps a reaction to the fear of my near beating from the Japanese, so I started pumping in and out of her. Her cunt was soaked with her fresh juices, and my cock felt like an iron rod pistoning in and out of her sex box. Again, Konomi tightened up as another of her orgasms started.
Then, to my surprise, she wanted anal and knelt doggie-style on the bed. I gripped her waist from behind and slid myself between her arsecheeks. Then I felt a tight burning feeling as my cockhead started pushing against her butthole. God, her backdoor was tight. I pushed her arse a few inches lower and thrust and felt her anus walls separate to allow penetration. My penis was already so lubed from her pussy that I was able to work my way up the tight opening. I felt the inside of her anal passage stretching and opening as I drove deeper.
“How much is in?” she wailed.
“About half,” I replied as I continued taking her in the arse. Over and over. I felt my gut bouncing against her butt cheeks and sweat dripping off me onto her back. Kneeling on the bed, she bent her knees and pressed both hands against the wall while I was about halfway between bending over and standing straight up at the edge of the bed. I bottomed out in her arse chute and went to town.
I arrived back in the main room a little bit worse for wear, as Konomi had been tireless and demanding and took my seat in the reserved section at the back with Edo and Misaki. Like the rest of the audience, I stared at the stage. It was dominated by a machine, but before I could concentrate on it, an eye-catching woman walked on stage.
The newcomer’s features were refined and petite, not coarse like Konomi’s. She was definitely not Japanese, although she looked somewhat Asian, but not completely. I realised that she was Eurasian and Asian-Western. She was a size 6 and wore a dudou, the Chinese tiny, rhomboidal, diamond-shaped piece of silk that covered the tits and belly of a Chinese woman in olden times. It was held in place by a gold chain around her neck and another chain around her waist. It covered her 32B breasts, leaving her back uncovered. She wore a black garter belt and stockings, and her body was perched on western movie-star high heels.
Her prominent mound caught my gaze as she attended to the machine. Edo filled me in. “This is Yalina. We picked her up in Shanghai, and she looks after the entertainment here.” That explained it. She was Eurasian, probably half White Russian, as many of those who fought the Red Communists in their retreat across Siberia ended up in Shanghai.
My eyes then moved to the machine on the stage. It looked like it had been made by a Gym Equipment manufacturer: all polished chrome tubing and black rubber. Essentially, it was a long, padded bench-like platform with various bars attached to it and two large metal boxes at either end.
Following Yalina’s instructions, a nude Konomi, who was now on stage, knelt on all fours, and Yalina strapped both her lower legs onto the padded board so she was immobilised. Each leg was held by one strap around the ankle and another just below the bent knee. Then another woman was brought on stage. I couldn’t see her as the two men bringing her onstage obscured her. She was arranged kneeling at the other end, facing away from me with her right shoulder pressed against Konomi’s. Yalina did the same binding as before on what I could see were shapely legs, then stepped away.
WTF. My jaw dropped. It was Nanase. Without trying, my search was over, but I could do nothing but watch the show. It started with Konomi abusing Nanase with a mouthful of curses as she boasted how she was going to hurt her, but I had no idea what the show involved. Yalina pressed some switches on the boxes.
I watched in amazement as motors purred, flaps opened, and two 12-inch-long, 3-inch-diameter dildos extended. Yalina manoeuvered the dildos on their semi-rigid shafts so the lubricated head rested just inside the two Japanese women’s arsehole openings and plugged in two controllers which were attached to a vertical bar that each woman’s left hand could hold. Now I knew why Konomi wanted anal. She was preparing for whatever was going to happen now on stage.
I was told the rules for the women were that they could punch, claw, twist, gouge and rip at each other’s bodies, but they could not go above the shoulders, and they could only use their hands. The controller had a speed/depth control with a Deadman’s switch, which stopped the motor for 90 seconds the first time that pressure was taken off the switch, 180 seconds the second time and 5 minutes the third time and after. During this time, the machine was off, the woman who had released the Deadman’s switch couldn’t attack the other woman, only receive.
Hissing and boasting of what they would do, the 2 women bumped their shoulders into each other. Yalina shouted,” Go,” and each seized the other’s tit with their free right hand. As they groaned and cursed, they worked hard on each other’s tits, Nanase pressed her speed switch. Konomi’s body quivered, knowing what was coming. The motor whined, the rod extended, and the greased head of the hard rubber cock pushed into the older Japanese woman’s puckered hole. The lubricated dong relentlessly pushed her sphincter open, and the muscles of her rectum clamped around the intruder. Nanase went for full speed/depth, and a hard thrust buried the 3-inch-diameter black rubber deeper. Konomi moaned in response, and Nanase screamed with joy at taking the initiative.
Nanase yelled, “I’ll rip that fat arse apart.”
The dildo was six inches in, pushing and rotating into Konomi’s arse as Nanase crushed and twisted Konomi’s boobs and stared straight into Konomi’s eyes. I had never seen anything like it, and my cock was harder than it had any right to be. Konomi not only absorbed the assault on her arse by the machine and Nanase on her tits, but started her attack, rolling Nanase’s dark nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She crushed, pulled and twisted, drawing Nanase’s taut, pert tits outward, stretching them into oblong sacs. Quickly, she changed her attack, ripping her long talons along the younger Japanese’s tits, causing raised welts.
Nanase slumped back and cursed. Suddenly, Konomi pressed the switch on her controller. The head pushed into Nanase’s dark anal opening and drove into her arse. Two inches disappeared into her shitter, then another inch, then another, until finally only her compressed arsecheeks held what remained out of her. It was timed perfectly. The sudden arse intrusion on top of the tit mauling sent my ex-maid/whore over the edge.
“Eeeeiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, Nanase screamed and let go of the controller, and the Deadman switch shut down the dildo she controlled. The machine stopped the dildo drilling into Konomi’s arse, and the woman I had just fucked used her controller to pound Nanase’s arse, causing her to cry out in pain from each thrust. Nanase, who could no longer maul Konomi while the machine was off, body now was pushed forward and pulled back by the dildo.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Nanase’s mouth was open, and she groaned in agony as the hard rubber cock plunged in and out of her arse and Konomi’s strong fingers disappeared into the swelling, now bruised and scratched bags of pain on her chest. Luckily for her, her Deadman switch was only off for 90 seconds for the first time.
When Nanase’s machine restarted, both women were soon writhing as the machine-driven cocks reamed in and out of their arses. As the two accepted their anal invaders, they worked on each other’s body with their hands twisting and tearing at the other woman’s battered tits.
I found out Konomi was a pain freak when she exploded in an orgasm about six minutes into the savage fight, and she released a flood of cum onto the machine. She was, as I already knew, a squirter, but she didn’t let go of the Deadman’s switch. Despite her own pain, Nanase increased her efforts and used Konomi’s body-paralysing orgasm to unleash havoc on her already raw, dark nipples. Konomi screamed and cried as her nipples were scratched. She doubled up her free fist and started punching deep into Nanase’s upper belly. Short, sharp jolts into the unprepared belly of the younger woman.
Nanase grunted and suddenly quivered. Konomi had switched her hand to Nanase’s unprotected pussy. Nanase screamed and grabbed for Konomi’s hand. Konomi shouted triumphantly and increased the speed of the cock slamming into Nanase as her hand remained latched onto Nanase’s sweat-soaked tangle of hair. Unknown to me, my ex-maid was a pain freak too, and everything about the matchup combined to send her into an orgasmic pain. But unfortunately, her orgasm caused her to release her Deadman grip for the second time.
With her free time, Konomi leaned forward and punched her stiffened fingers low into Nanase’s soft belly. After the second punch, she opened her hand and started ripping at Nanase’s bush and mound. Nanase screamed and writhed as Konomi forced her fingers into Nanase’s pussy. Konomi taunted her opponent as she violated her from the front while the machine pounded into her from the rear.
But the 180 seconds finally ended, and Nanase’s machine came back to life and jerked Konomi’s head back as the arse dildo drilled into her at maximum speed. She screamed in frustration as her cunt attack was foiled as her fingers were pulled away by Nanase, who then let go of her hand and fastened on Konomi’s bush. This time it was the Japanese who screamed as the younger woman’s hands came away full of curly black pubic hair and some skin under her fingernails.
Nanase started punching and driving her forearms into Konomi’s tits. Konomi returned the favour, and for a couple of minutes, the smack of fist and elbow on tit or other fists and arms were interspersed with their moaning, gasping and screaming. But Nanase had never experienced pain like this, and she again let go of the controller. This time, the Japanese had 5 minutes of uncontested time.
Konomi was merciless. She switched to Nanase’s nipples and abused them until pain filled the younger woman’s universe. The agony thrust Nanase into a trembling world of tortured flesh and nerve endings. Nanase slumped back. Konomi grunted with the effort and went for Nanase’s pussy again. Nanase’s wailing was continuous until she went limp and slumped against Konomi’s shoulder. Konomi continued to savage Nanase’s cunt until she finally yelled for Konomi to stop, and when Yalina undid the straps, Nanase lay slumped semi-unconscious on the machine.
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