I had managed to get an invite for the launch of “The Star of Maya” by posing as a local journalist. This was one of the world’s largest and most luxurious cruise liners. It is owned by Lord Templeforth; a very reclusive man who I wanted to question about his connection with the secretive “L’ordre de Maya” and the rumoured ‘London Below’ [JIMP#29]. I’ve never been on a cruise ship before and even though I was only going to spend a day and night aboard while it sailed around Britain, I was looking forward to the experience.

I was herded with the rest of the Press pack into a guided tour of the leviathan, gob smacked to find a floating city complete with shopping precinct, cinemas, swimming pools, casinos and several restaurants. After a whistle-stop tour of the opulent Upper Decks escorted by heavily armed guards to keep us away from the rich and the privileged, I was becoming quite fatigued. Back on the lower decks, my interest started to wane except for when I spotted a good looking mature Oriental with great calves and what looked like a huge bust [JIMP#32].

So it was that I found myself with the other hacks in the central atrium bar. And what a bar! The carpeted floor looked like it was pock marked with large circular craters, each being a sunken area for a group of tables and padded circular seating. Even more impressive was that the whole bar was on an enormous platform that slowly rose and descended through all 20 decks like an oversized elevator. The large floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall glass front of the bar overlooked the massive central atrium that spanned most of the decks.

“So when do we meet Templeforth?” I asked one of the more experienced Fleet Street hacks. “No chance. Hates the lower classes” he replied as he supped his pint. At this point the bar had reached the top deck. He indicated to the entrance outside of which stood a group of heavily armed guards. “First Class. Strictly Upper Class only”. “How come they’re allowed guns? We’re still in British territorial waters” I asked. “Banking immunity. Saw a colleague get shot at G8 by Templeforth’s guards. Cops didn’t bat an eyelid” he snarled and pretends to tug his forelock. “Yes sir, right you are sir, three bags full sir. Bastards” he mutters.

“Not a fan then?” I said. “Did you know that in the economic meltdown his personal wealth actually increased at least twenty fold even though he owns several of the International banks that were bailed out by tax payers? Those very same Governments had to turn to him to loan them the money to bail out his banks; Kerching!” he told me. “So why you aren’t reporting this?” I asked. “Him and his mates own all of the major Governments, the IMF and control the media. Try to report it and you’re not only out of a job but will never work in media again” he replied. “That’s if they don’t make you disappear, that is” he added ominously.

I needed something to eat to absorb the alcohol and to pace myself and stay sober. The seasoned hacks were knocking it back like there was no tomorrow. The bar had its own menu so after waving over a waitress, I ordered something and charged it to my room number. The waitress was Japanese and didn’t speak fluent English but I managed to make her understand what I wanted. After a while she brought over my food, smiling and winking at me. When she had left the other reporters started joking. “I think she fancies you”, “You’re well in there, if you like porkies that is”.

She was certainly a big girl. Very big boned and large framed, clearly overweight. The short black waitress dress she wore was very unflattering and did nothing to hide her tree-trunk figure, flabby belly and huge arms. The uniform also consisted of black fishnet tights and low-heeled black shoes, showing off her massive legs. She was also very tall, probably 6’5. She had a very youthful looking face that suggested late teens or early twenties. Auburn coloured hair framed a chubby rounded face with slim black eyebrows, small eyes, a cute little upturned nose and small mouth with luscious thick lips and very chubby cheeks. Her neck was virtually non-existent, her head seemingly sitting on her very wide shoulders. As I ate and drank, she kept looking at me making me feel very uncomfortable.

As the reporters got drunker, I increasingly felt isolated and lonely and decided to try and find my room. To my discomfort, I found that my room was literally in the bowels of the ship. I found myself in a dimly lit world of narrow corridors, metal walls, low overhead metal beams and big rivets. It very much reminded me of those war films set on submarines and that did nothing to re-assure me. Finally I found my room right at the end of the corridor and in my mind at the very stern and bottom of the ship (although I was sure there must have been the engine rooms beneath). The metal door with rivets all around the edge did nothing to quell my nerves, although it was opened by a smart card rather than turning a wheel. Opening the door, I found myself in a very claustrophobic room, sparsely furnished and with no portholes because it was well below the water line which added to my unease.

As I was only staying the night, I didn’t bother to unpack. It was quite warm and stuffy so I decided to change into just my pyjama bottoms. I had just settled down on the bed trying to find something decent to watch on the TV when there was a knock on the door. I was surprised because I wasn’t expecting anyone.

Opening the door, I found the waitress from the bar looming over me (I’m only 5’8”) with a bottle in her hand. “I finish work. I bring drink. You like. We drink” she said as though it were an order. She kept moving forward forcing me to back up and before I knew it she was in the room and closing the door behind her. “Umm I ur” I was flabbergasted. The last thing I had expected was the girl from the bar to turn up in my room. She looked at me sternly. “Wot you no like Kamiko? You not think pretty?” she demanded angrily. “No, of course” I lied not wanting to hurt her feelings.

“Drink very special. Make lot of boy juice. Keep you hard. Make you fuck all night long” she said taking out some glasses from the unit against the wall. “We drink and fuck” she stated brazenly. I looked at her aghast at her forward manner. I really didn’t fancy her and couldn’t think how to let her down gently. Now if it had been that sexy Oriental I’d seen earlier, that would have been a different matter. “You think I’m no good?” she read the expression in my face. “I make many men fuck me” she told me, getting angry. “I make you fuck me. Fuck me hard all night long” she said moving towards me, invading my personal space. I tried to move back, but the room was so small that my back came up against a wall. She loomed over me, making me feel really small, her big wide chest almost in my face. This giant young Japanese woman made me feel very nervous. “But you no want to fuck me, so we fight. We fight then fuck. Fight hard, fuck hard” she said looking down at me.

Suddenly a large puffy hand clamped around my throat, large thick fingers like sausages dug in deep into the sides of my neck, clamping hard. “Krkkkk” I gasped as very strong fingers strangled my windpipe. I felt her upper thigh pressing against my groin as she held me against the wall wringing my neck. This couldn’t be happening. How could a girl start strangling me and I could do nothing to prevent it? I clutched at her thick podgy wrist in desperation trying to pull her hand away but it was as immobile as the strong fingers squeezed my airways shut.

“Such little neck fit in hand. I could crush like coke can” she giggled like a little girl. “Kkk kkk” to my horror I was forced onto my toes as she lifted me by my throat. Her fingers were so strong; it felt like she could rip out my windpipe. “Grkkkk Grkkkkk” it felt horrible having someone else’s hand around my throat throttling me. Frantically I pulled at her thick fleshy forearm with both hands but I couldn’t budge the deadly strangling grip. “Japanese women very strong” she told me as my eyelids fluttered bathed in red and my head swam. “Kkkk” “I could knock out then fuck but I want plenty fight-fuck. Japanese women very good fighters. We like plenty fight-fuck. Western men always lose” she told me shaking me by the throat, my feet barely on the floor, as I held onto her wrist and barely held onto consciousness.

“Keeessh” the crush around my windpipe eased enough for me to gulp down precious air. Abruptly the hand around my throat angles against my jaw like a wide fleshy lever forcing my head to tilt back to look up at her face. Then her mouth was all over me, smothering my lips with big slobbery kisses. I was powerless to stop her as she gripped my neck and plastered my lips with her wet gaping mouth. The tactile sensations of her thick lips against mine was quite stimulating, even more so when I felt her other hand slip inside my PJ’s and start to massage my manhood. Her strong mouth forced my lips apart and her tongue slipped inside. It felt like there is a big muscular slippery sea monster writhing inside my mouth, wrestling with my tongue and probing my cheeks. She withdraws for a moment, leaving me gasping and gives my dick a gentle squeeze. “Geisha trick. Get man real hard”. “Mmmmm” she plunges into my mouth again playing tongue hockey while my dick grows and stiffens in her hand as she pumps my rod.

All of a sudden she stops and releases me. I stood for a few moments feeling my bruised and sore neck, a bit frustrated that she had stopped getting me off. “Come. Fight. Who stronger?” the big girl said as she removed her uniform. Standing before me in a black sleeveless slip and knickers, she leapt forward to grab my hands. I was unable to stop her as she skipped backwards into the centre of the room pulling me with her. She stopped then pushed one of my hands back over my head while pulling the other close to her body. “Come fight, fight Kamiko” she trilled. I found myself in a trial of strength with the oversized girl, but shockingly I find her a lot stronger than I expected. No matter how hard I push back, her big thick arms push and pull my hands wherever she wants. There was something exhilarating and strangely erotic about being completely overpowered by a big scary fat girl. Soon she has me forearm to forearm, my arm looking like frail skinny twigs against her massive arms. There is nothing I can do as she completely overwhelms me forcing me to my knees. Looking up at the young giantess soaring above me, I feel a mixture of shame at being beaten so easily whilst also being turned on by her hidden strength. “I win. You wimp” she crowed.

Grabbing my wrist, she pulled me to my feet as if I weighed next to nothing then wrapped a big meaty arm around my head pulling the side of my face tight against her wide right breast with her forearm like a thick fleshy bar across the side of my neck. I saw her grasp her hands together in front of her to secure the bone crushing headlock. “Arghh” God she was terribly strong. I grasped at the wide forearm crushing the side of my neck, my eyes screwed against the incredible pain, but it was stuck firm. To support myself, I had wrapped my arm around her waist with my hand on her hip. “Arrr arggg arrg” she twisted my locked head with several sharp movements that wrenched at my neck forcing me to cry out in pain. My hand found her arm on the other side. Slapping the big meaty arm just annoyed her and she wrenched my head so hard that I went dizzy seeing stars and bright lights. “You slap, I rip head off” she told me. “Arggg” her headlock was so strong that I no doubt that she could do it. The circulation was being cut off from my brain by the brutally tight bar across the side of my neck, making me light headed. Still grasping her arm, my hand suddenly encountered something I didn’t expect. Her shoulder cap stood proud like a rock in a sea of soft flesh. Moving my hand down, I gulped in shock to find a big solid bicep bulging from those wide flabby arms. “Kamiko have big muscle. Make many men fight-fuck” she said, my dick growing harder as I felt the powerful muscle while my neck felt the brutal crush she could exert.

She twisted the headlock again, throwing me to my knees with a blinding jolt of pain. Slipping behind me, my head was wrenched back against her chest. With a single strong forearm tight across my throat, I felt her big hand slip down my PJs. “Good, you like dom. I make you plenty hard. Cum lots” she said as her big meaty hand slid up and down my growing erection. Faster and faster her hand got working me into a full-blown rock solid boner while her big strong arm crushed my neck. “Kamiko very good. Black belt in marital arts” she giggled. “Oh yes” I gasped in pleasure at the sensations her hand was giving me. Occasionally she would stop wanking me off and use both arms to apply such pressure to the headlock that I nearly passed out. “Kamiko in charge. Very strong. Plenty dom” she said. Then she continued to work on my rod, her hand pumping rapidly. I couldn’t move; her arm was too strong as she wanked me off while keeping me on the verge of blacking out. My head span, my eyes were screwed tight and my teeth clenched against the terrible crush around my neck, while her hand pumped my rod faster and faster. “Japanese women like KO man. Make very horny” she said. Her hand was pumping so fast that I could imagine it to be a blur as it sped up and down my shaft. “Orrrrr” I could feel the pressure building up as my dick responded to her skilful hand.