“Don’t lose sight of him, Scott” Ted urged as we followed the professor down the crowded escalator at King’s Cross descending towards the Piccadilly line. Oh it sounded simple enough, kidnap him and force him to hand over the ancient decoding device. The thing must be worth a bloody fortune, the amount of bother that thing has caused. Easy except it is rush hour. Although I’ve lived in London all of my life I hated rush hour on the tube and avoided it whenever I could. It was hot and sticky with the press of commuters on all sides all seemingly knowing where they were going. From my position on the long steeply descending moving metal staircase I could see the crowded corridor at the foot of the escalator and spotted the professor in the crowd as it flowed towards the south-bound platform. Barging my way down the rest of the elevator ignoring the annoyed shouts and protests, I sped up trying to catch up. As soon as I arrived on the narrow platform, my heart began to race as my anxiety rose. There was a train already waiting with people crammed on-board tight like sardines in a tin. It was clearly about to leave. Looking around frantically, I was being bumped in the back by hurrying commuters trying to get onto the train, when it was clearly overfull rather than wait for the next one which was probably no more than 3 minutes behind. Just as I was about to give up, I spotted him on the carriage immediately in front. The doors began to slide close and I quickly leapt on using the small single door at the end of the carriage much to the curses of those already crammed into the overcrowded doorway as I barged my way on board. I just about managed to slide myself in close to the rear wall of the carriage. Squashed by a heaving wall of bodies I tried to turn sideways to try and keep an eye on the prof but the train was too full to move. Hot, sweaty bodies jammed me in tight, hadn’t some of these morons heard about deodorant? As the doors began to close narrowly missing my shoulder, I hoped that Ted had managed to get on somewhere.

As usually happens, the doors began to open again as some idiot tried to squeeze on to an already packed carriage at the last moment. I had hoped that it would be Ted. Instead, already hemmed in, I found a short woman wearing a smart business jacket and skirt slide in between myself and the back of the person in front right into a space that didn’t exist. I was pressed right up tight against her back so that every breath I made pressed my belly into her back. She was only about 4 foot 8 inches which meant that I was looking out over short black hair heavily shot through with grey. The colouring of her ears and the back of her neck told me that she was Oriental. So she was a mature Oriental business woman working here in London, was my guess. I was squashed so tight against her back that my front was in constant contact. It wasn’t everyday that I got this close to a woman and in some ways that made it quite exciting. The doors finally closed and the hum of the motors increased as the train prepared to pull off. It moved off with a jerk of acceleration causing the Oriental woman to fall back against me pressing my back against the rear wall. As the acceleration continued to increase as did the noise levels, the woman’s body pressed even firmer against my body. I’ve never had this much physical contact with a woman in years! With her back tight against me, I could feel her backside press against my upper thighs. The acceleration levelled off after a while and there was a slight easing of her back pressing against me but not much. Looking down at the greying woman wedged firm against my front I saw a smart grey jacket snugly fitted over a slender pair of shoulders which then tapered away into what seemed to be quite a slender body as far as I could tell with her pressed so close to me. I like looking at women in public, it’s one of my favourite pastimes. Wanting to see more of this woman so intimately close to me, I tried to glance further down, it was a struggle but I could just make out a smart knee-length grey skirt of the type that clings tight to a woman’s backside and thighs as she walks. PHOAR! very sexy it would look to, I bet. The feel of the petite slender mature Oriental woman in a smart business suit against my body was wonderful. I had to resist the urge to put my arms around her tiny waist and pull her even closer.

By the feel of what was pressing against the front of my upper thighs, I just knew that she had a great arse and I began imagining sticking my dick right up between her buttocks. The rocking, bumps and swerves of the train as it sped through the tunnels beneath London made that small arse to move around the front of my thighs. It was a constant reminder of that tight compact little Oriental arse and it was driving me nuts. Finally the temptation became too great. Hoping that the carriage was too crowded for anyone to notice, I began to bend my knees slightly until the front of my crotch was level with the smartly-dressed woman’s backside. The next bump of the train threw that small compact skirt-covered peach straight into my groin where it immediately began to jiggle and slide about as the train went through a bumpy patch on the rails. ORRRR ORRRRR ORRR YES! this was amazing, even better than I could have hoped for. Every firm touch and light brush of her backside against my groin sent electric tingles along my dick and throughout my balls. Each bump and sway of the carriage caused the back of her smart skirt that clung so provocatively to the back of her compact backside to give me an arse-job. PHROAR this was the best thing ever and she wasn’t even aware that she was doing nor did the commuter morons crowded all around me. I was standing there on a packed train looking over the top of the head of a petite mature oriental in a smart business suit as her backside rubbed and bumped my groin with every movement of the carriage in the sexiest of massages. ORRRRR every touch of her firm arse against my dick was electric sending exciting tingles through my groin stimulating it and arousing it. ORRRR Jeez! I had to try hard not to moan out loud, her small Oriental backside was sensational. The carriage was so packed that she didn’t even notice the stiff bulge growing in the front of my trousers and pressing into her lovely suit covered arse. That’s the way I like it. With the bumps and sways of the carriage her backside continued to rub and bump all over my arousal making it stiffer by the minute. Then the train began to slow down as it approached the next station.

Finally it came to a halt with the platform on the other side of the carriage where the doors open. With the motion of the train at a halt the oriental business woman moved slightly away from me which made me feel disappointed and leaving me with quite a stiffy in my trousers. Crap! I forgot all about the Prof. Craning my head around, I tried as best as I could to watch the people leaving the carriage but don’t see the prof among them. The doors close but although there was now a bit more room, the little mature woman still stood right in front of me. As the train pulls off once more, she fell back against me once more. Her arse fell back against my groin and my stiffy. With her glorious backside bumping and grinding against my hard-on with every movement of the carriage, I was in heaven. ORRRR ORRR I try not to moan out loud as her arse suddenly thrusts upward hard against my dick and grinds all over it so much that I have a full-fledged boner. ORRRR it feels so good that I almost imagine that she is doing it on purpose because how could any woman be doing this accidentally without feeling my dick sticking into her like a cattle prod. Maybe she fancies me. I just want to put my arms around her waist and pull her small body tight against me while I hump her backside until I cum all over it.

Suddenly I feel something touch side of my trousers then suppress a gasp of shock as a small hand slides between the front of my trousers and her small backside. I tried to suppress my excitement as with a feathery light touch it moved across to the top of my flies took hold of the zipper and pulled it all the way down. Unable to believe what I was feeling, a small hand slipped inside and into my pants. I try not to gasp as it closes around my shaft. The feel of her warm palm around my shaft makes it grow all the stiffer. “Orrrrr!” I moan softly as it begins to stroke up and down. ORRRR! keeping a firm grip, it repeatedly moves at a steady speed up. All the while the greying slender woman has her back to me looking forwards as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. ORRRR! her small hand slides effortlessly pumping my dick harder with skilled ease. This is like a dream come true. I’m getting a hand job on a train so crowded that no-one around me notices. OARGH she really is so good. I’ve been on the tube many times and this is the first time something like this has happened. ORRRRRR! The old dear must be blooming horny for she steadily gets my dick really hard as she stands with her back against me while slowly pumping it up. ORRRR! my dick is so rigid it pushes up a tent in the front of my trousers, but still no-one else notices as the little woman covers it from view. The pleasure stops as the train came to another station and more people got off than on but still the mature Oriental stayed pressed up right against me. I didn’t even bother looking for the prof, sod that this was the chance of a lifetime. As the train pulled off, her hand resumed it’s gift of pleasure making me harder than I thought possible. “Ohhhhhh!” I long groan escaped my lips getting me some strange worried looks from the other passengers in the carriage. ORRRR! my heart was beating faster and I felt hot as her skilled hand worked me so hard that I was fully engorged with my balls filling up ready to shoot a really big load into my pants. I really wanted to dump it all up her backside and try thrusting my hips against her arse to hump it like a horny dog. ORRRR cumming soon ORRRR I was rolling my head around deliriously with my mouth opening and closing murmuring moans of pleasure. People were looking at me in alarm and trying to move away as best they could on the still quite crowded carriage. This horny old dog was going cum big time and nothing could stop it.

“ARGH!” I choked off a wail of pain as the small hand that had been giving me such pleasure having brought me to the edge of orgasm suddenly closed tight around my engorged shaft with a grip like a steel vice. “Ooooah ooooah ooo ooooah!” I can’t help moaning in agony as my upper body tries to crease forward around my pained groin but is prevented by the little Oriental business woman who stands surprisingly firm. People are looking at me strangely, some amused but most scared by the weird expression of pain on my face. I could see them wondering whether it was anything contagious or whether I was a mad axe murderer. “Oooooooaarr!” for such a slender little woman her grip is excruciatingly strong. “Arghhhh! Get off get off!” I hiss in her ear. In desperation I try to slip my hand between our bodies to remove her hand but the old bag is pressed right on top of me that it is near-impossible. Instead I try tugging frantically on her forearm but to my surprise although it is so slender I find that it as solid as a lamppost and will not budge an inch. In response her hand slips further down and grabs my balls in her scary steel grip yanking them right up against the underside of my crotch forcing my rigid dick to point skywards in my pants. K-K-Krr-K-Krack-Krack-Crunch-Crunch in pure terror I could imagine the noises coming from my testicles as the slender little woman’s hand exerts a shocking pressure on them. It feels like she has got my balls between a pair of pliers and is crushing them hard. The old bitch acts like nothing is going on, not saying a word while people try to back away from the mad man in the crowded carriage even there is no room for them to move. Ah ahh ah they can’t see the crazy lady’s small hand tucked deep inside the front of my trousers slowly twisting my balls in a phenomenally strong grip so hard that I’m unable to scream. “Please ahhh ahhh please no” I beg bringing my mouth close to her ear so that no-one can hear. But the bitch pretends she hasn’t heard and continues to stare straight ahead while her small hand maintains it brutal grip. Oh God it hurts so much. Should I cry for help? But then everyone will see my flies undone with the woman’s hand down my pants! That was too embarrassing to contemplate. “Argh argh please” I begged quietly so that only the old bitch could hear but she continued to ignore me.

The train pulls into another station and again more people get off than get on creating an easing in the crowded carriage allowing people to space out a bit more. All the while the slender little Oriental woman stares straight ahead with her back pressing me up against the wall while keeping a vice-like grip on my twisted knackers. Ah ah how can such a little lady have such a strong grip in her small hand? As the doors close and the train pulls off, the other passengers are probably wondering why the little oriental woman was pressed up against the mad man who was pulling contorted faces as there was now more space to move. One man even offered her his seat but she politely declined. Her grip was truly ferocious with fingers like a steel crusher digging deep into my nut-sack. She held my balls in a constant twist with a relentless grip of steel that made them throb badly. Again I tried to speak into her ear. “Please whatever it is you think I’ve done I’m sorry. Please let go” I begged. “Arrr please. Do you speak English?” I asked as the thought just hit me that maybe she was a visiting business woman or a smartly-dressed tourist. “Arrrgh!” I was rewarded with a further tightening twist of my nut-sack as if she was going to screw them right off my body. K-K-Krr-K-Krack-Krack-Crunch-Crunch the horrifying sounds in my imagination played again. “Yes, Scott. Very well” came the icy-cold reply. I was shocked that she knew my name. The strong voice was definitely that of a mature woman tinted with an oriental accent, probably Japanese. It seemed disturbingly familiar as if I should know that voice. I furiously racked my brains trying to remember where I had heard it before but failed.

I tried not to squeal out in agony and draw the attention of the other passengers to my embarrassing situation as the slender little business-woman turned right around to face me while never easing up on her iron-tight clamp crushing my balls. Quite a shapely slender figure pressed right against me with what seemed quite an ample chest. Looking up at me while keeping a cruel grip on my balls, my dick went rigid in fear as icy fingers clawed down my spine. It was a face out of my worst nightmares. It was a face that I hoped never to see again. “Remember me, Scott Morris?” she asked with a teasing smile upon a small face longer than it was wide with prominent cheekbones, large almond-shaped eyes under thick dark brows, a sleek small nose and mouth with generous lips. Her complexion was remarkable good, the only real indication of her age was her greying hair, a slight sagging beneath the chin and the aged look in her eyes with maybe a looseness around her cheeks. She was an attractive Oriental woman in a sort of MILF way. Her hair was short, swept back behind quite large exposed ears and fastened at the back of her head. Part of her hair was brushed forwards at the front causing a few long clumps to fall down almost randomly towards her eyes in a stylish sort of loose fringe that was quite appealing. “You do remember my name don’t you Scott or shall I jog your memory the hard-way?” her voice was strong and clear with exotic overtones. “No, Madam Koumaru Assaiki” I gasped quickly as I sensed her hand tense to give my balls another twist. I wasn’t very good at names especially foreign ones but this was one I could never forget. I remembered her only too well [JIMP#41]. “Very good, Scott and in English?” her mature attractive face never moved from my face, watching it intently. “Madam Ball Crusher” I whimpered. She smiled and nodded “an accurate and pleasing translation”. It wasn’t a warm smile but the sort of smile that sent shivers down my spine. It was a name that Japanese mothers told their sons to frighten them if they were naughty. “Madam Koumaru Assaiki she’ll take you from behind” they would warn with an accompanying snatching motion that would make the child giggle but the implied menace was there. Except Madam Ball-Crusher had taken me from the front eh while facing her back so it sort of was from er behind er never mind. I tried to calm my breathing and racing heartbeat as her almond-shaped eyes stared at me, the irises were large round and appealing but their cold gaze scared me. “I warned you that we would meet again if you and your boss failed to keep your nose out of the business of The Sisterhood of Anahita, and that THESE”. The bitch emphasised that word by tightening her steely fingers around my twisted nut-sack so hard that I was dancing and writhing in agony getting more frightened looks from the other passengers. K-K-Krr-K-Krack-Krack-Crunch-Crunch Oh God no no no. “Would be mine”. I looked around the carriage frantically and opened my mouth. The bitch pressed her body hard against me raising her face towards mine. Her smooth complexioned face and appealing Oriental features gave me an intense urge to kiss her lips passionately but that intense agonising twisted grip on my balls brought me to my senses. This good looking mature Japanese MILF was bad news for my balls. “Don’t even think about calling out for help, Scott. I could pop your nuts before you uttered so much as a word” she warned. Her eyes were so hard as she said this with such conviction that somehow I knew that she had plenty of experience to know this. “Besides what would people think of the strange spotty faced man with spectacles held together with sticking plaster calling out to be saved from a little lady?” she smiled taunting me. The mature woman looked me hard in the eyes as her fingers remained steely tight. “I’m getting off at the next station. You can stay here if you wish but your balls are coming with me” she said then turned her back on me once more. Leaving me to writhe as quietly as I could in extreme agonising pain, every bump and shake of the train sent bursts of searing pain like hot knifes through my testicles that brought tears to my eyes and a tight grimace to my mouth.