Can They Really Get Away with That?

My family had been living in Japan going on four years now, almost my entire high school life. Dad was in the Air Force and mom was a teacher at the local University.

My best friend and I would that the train from Okinawa to Tokyo to go clubbing, flirting and watch the local girls try and pick up services guys in hopes of a life in the States.

One of the best parts was watching the Japanese college chicks and other local girls dressed up trying to look like California girls. Short skirts were the style, along with revealing tops and bare midriff, most Japanese girls lack in the titty department, but dang if they didn't have some legs and flat tight stomachs.

One Friday evening Roger and myself were on the train headed to Tokyo to just do some bar hopping and check out the hotties.

Well I don't know if it was timing or a holiday we didn't know about or what but we were packed into the train car like cattle with no room to move.

It was hot, sticky and very little ventilation as we rode the express to Tokyo. There was a cute Japanese girl standing in front of us, with the swaying of the train she kept bouncing off my chest and thighs. I could smell the sweat aroma from her long black hair.

We had both noticed her when we boarding, she looked to be our age, maybe a bit older. She was wearing a short pink plaid pleated skirt with her long legs looking yummy, and an ordinary white blouse. Her white padded bra was easy to make out under her top.

Being the devilish teen I was I figured I'd try for a cheap thrill and placed my hand down on my thigh where she kept bouncing her ass into me.

It only took a few seconds and a wiggle of the train and her ass was against the back of my hand. I smiled to my self thinking, "now that's a firm little ass!"

She leaned away again and I elbowed Roger to get him to watch, and it happened again, this time I moved my hand a bit to rub her ass against the back of on my hand.

He just grinned watching me, enjoying my little game. After the third time he motioned for me to flip my hand over.

I was a bit nervous not wanting to get slapped or cause a scene, but I figure what the hell, no one knows us here. It took a few minutes then the train started to rock a bit, and I got a hand full of the Japanese chicks ass. She rested there a few seconds and the train moved her away.

Then it happened again this time a gave her a little squeeze. Her head snapped to look back but I was behind her and out of her view. It happened a few more times, each time giving her ass a squeeze. She made only one feeble attempt to push my hand away, even with my thumb buried between her tight cheeks in her crack.

I don't know if she was enjoying it, if she was just used to it, or she knew she had no where to go and no one would help her if she said anything.

I was a bit surprised when Roger moved his hand over on my other thigh, his hand waiting for her to lean into me again. She did another head twist when she felt two hands groping her ass, Roger really hanging on while looking away out the window. This time she pushed both our hands away with determination.

I could not believe what I was seeing when Roger reached over and started lifting the bottom of her short skirt, turning it inside out as it went higher. When she looked back again Roger paused but held it up a bit exposing more of her thighs.

When she looked back forward then was forced back into me again, my hand felt her bare upper thigh this time. I just grinned at Roger shaking my head yes.

As soon as the train car leaned again she leaned away, Roger lifted her skirt higher. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a thong or was bare asses under her skirt. But her round tan ass cheeks looked incredible.

She swatted back again knocking the skirt from Roger's hand. We both got a few more squeezes in before we got to her stop and she quickly exited without looking back.

Later at our stop we got off at the station and started laughing about what we had done. Roger went on the explain to me what we had done was new TikTok tread called Chikan and we could get in trouble for it, but few do.

I was excited to hear more, not saying anything about a woody I had in my jeans from groping the hot strangers ass.

He told me what we did was minor compared to some of the stuff he had heard about. Being the horny teen I was, I was fascinated when he told me how humiliating some guy are when they Chikan on women. Everything from doing what we had just done, to removing clothing, cutting up their clothes with scissors, to leaving them naked after fucking them or getting forced blow jobs.

When he was done I was ready to head back to Okinawa to find us another victim. He just laughed at

me and we started hitting the bars.

It was well after 11:00 and I had to work Saturday morning helping a local gardener do landscaping on base. So we headed back, having had a few too many drinks in me I was eager to find us a hot Japanese girl to have fun with on our hour ride home, no matter how humiliating it would be for her.

When we boarded our train there were quite a few people headed back south. Many after work partiers that were finally heading home.

We both noticed the what looked like husband and wife maybe, they were definitely a couple get in ahead of us. She was just striking maybe in her early thirties and just a beautiful face, she was also quite chesty for an oriental female, she was barely five feet tall if that.

She was wearing an expensive looking tight pin striped skirt and a loose knit sweater under the matching jacket. There appeared to be a white lacy camisole under her sweater, visible through the big loose knitted holes, but dang her tits stuck out.

Now I am thinking to myself, "too bad she not alone and the car was just a bit more crowded." Roger was staring at this beautiful Japanese lady as well.

There were a number of people already in the car including a group of seven or eight guys that just looked like they were up to no good, they too took notice of her, a few of them with their heads buried in their phones, others looking around the rail car.

About ten minutes later we pull into the next station and four more guys get on, going to the front of the car where the other guys were.

It was as if they were on a mission, pushing their way between the couple, the guy with the lady said something and it got a little verbal, but he had no choice but to stand where he was, separated from the woman.

Roger whispered to me, "we are about to see some serious shit go down, and she is the victim!"

The next stop was only five minutes and as a few more people got on, we pushed our way a bit further towards the front of the car.

As soon as the car started moving we heard the woman saying something in Japanese to one of the guys behind her. The group of guys all laughed as a pair of sheers were held up to her neck as the guy behind her said something back, her face went white and her head dropped.

The look on her face was pure fear, she knew what was coming, and there was no one to help her.

The guy reached down and it was obvious he was cutting something but we couldn't see what. Another guy was running his hands over the outside of her sweater give her big boobs a few squeezes, laughing and saying something to the others.

The heavy duty sheers were passed to a guy in front of her and I could now see he was trimming off about half her pin strip skirt. Well above the tops of her garter straps that were holding up her hose, that brought awe's from the guys around her. Most women wear pantyhose anymore, too lazy to be sexy for their men. Another snip and he passed the expensive material forward and it was given to the guy that was with her.

In addition to the guy groping her chest, others were running hands over her thighs and ass. She begged for them to stop, that's one word I knew.

We just watched as the guy behind her cut up the back of her matching jacket, she cringed as the back separated dropping down a bit, that was followed by the guy cutting up the jacket sleeve and then another guy did the other side letting all the piece drop to the floor. Revealing she was wearing a tank type sweater with no sleeves and was open a bit on the sides under her arms.

They all laughed as she protested, the guy held up the sheers again scolding her, then started sliced off more of her skirt, this time half way up her ass cheeks, whispering to her to whole time. She was shaking her head yes, apparently realizing her mistake. When they came around the front her tiny panties were now showing and he had cut off four more inches of material from her skirt, leaving more like a wide belt around her waist.

Now hands were all over the front of her panties, rubbing her ass and her boobs through the sweater.

One of them said something and two guys grabbed her arms pulling them above her head. We both watched as they started cutting away her sweated just below her bra supported boobs. It was like it was slow and meticulous, they seemed to be in no hurry, prolonging the ladies humiliation.

They held her arms up after they had finished, then the guy pulled the camisole down hard and sliced it up the center. One of the guys pulling on the left strap popping it free as another guy continued to rip the soft white satin material apart. I can only assume the other strap was popped as the shredder garment was passed back to the guy again. The loose knot of her now very cropped sweater showed off the flower pattern on her heavy duty bra.

With her arms still held over her head, several guys started lifting what was left of the sweater over her head and up her arms. It too was just tossed to the floor.

Damn she had a lot of cleavage pushed together by that bra. And the men were busy grabbing and rubbing on her tits now through the bra.

Then the guy in the back sliced through the left bra strap, it popped over her shoulder dropping down a bit, then the right which did the same. The weight of her tits now challenging the now strapless bra. Tears were seeping from her eyes now. Then another snip from behind and the bra dropped to the ground revealing her big dark brown nipples. Her large breast no longer support dropped a bit on her chest, I knew what they had done to her sweater would no longer cover her nipples.

The guys immediately started rubbing and groping her huge bare breast, she had to be like a D, they were just enormous on her small frame. We had not noticed her panties had been pushed down her thighs just a bit, what was left of her skirt was gone and several guys were playing with her pussy, she had a very tight trimmed bush going on down there, her lips her smooth with a sparse patch above her slit.

As they mauled her tits the guy with the sheers snipped the sides of her panties leaving her in just her grader belt, hose and heels.

I watched in amazement as the guy made her squirt covering his hand, not once but twice.

She was pushed to the floor and several guys started slapping her face with their cocks, one of them finally forcing her to open her mouth as others jerks off around her.

Roger and I just watched in amazement that this was happening in public and no one else was paying attention except for a few other men who were rubbing themselves enjoying the show.

As we pulled into the next station, the man was forced from the train car, protesting the whole time. Then the doors closed and the group continued to fuck the lady's mouth and cum on her face, tits and hair.

We slowed approaching the next station she was pulled to her feet, a few of them lead her to the train car door. I guess they wanted to add insult to her humiliation they bound her hands behind her back with a piece of her knit sweater they had cut from her body.

When the doors opened, the belt like skirt, cropped sweater and her handbag were tossed out onto the platform, followed by her being walked onto the platform.

The doors closed and we watch her as we pulled away, standing there in her garter belt, hose and sexy heels. The ladies big tits pushed out on display as a few people walked past her stealing stares but not offering to help her. She was all but naked on the platform with her destroyed garments at her feet. The clothes that they did leave her with would never hide her curvy body.

All Roger said was, "we need to join their gang!" We got off at the next station at the outskirts of Okinawa where Roger lived, we were planning our next train ride to Tokyo!