The Wicked World Of Whorecraft

The Showa period. Japan. December 1945.

The Great War had ended just 3 months ago. The Allied Forces had won. Our great country had to surrender. It was a time of unparalleled ignominy, poverty, and humiliation.

It was also a time of occupation.

The American soldiers occupied our country for the next 7 years. They left in 1952, leaving us homeless, penniless and destitute. For millions of my fellow Japanese countrymen, lives were upended forever. For the women, survival became a matter of chance.

I belonged to a poor farming community in a tiny village on the outskirts of Okinawa. My parents were farmers, just like everybody else in that tiny hamlet. We watched in shock and horror as Allied soldiers marched into our village in September. Just at the end of the harvesting season.

It was 1945. It was another era. And it was the beginning of a nightmare.

Our ordeal began the day the foreign soldiers stomped into our village. They invaded our land, our homes, our personal spaces. They spoke in a language we didn't understand, ordered us around with hand gestures we couldn't follow, and smoked and drank a lot.

But that was the least of our problems.

They would go on surveillance tours all day and night, disturbing our peace and sanity. Groups of 20 soldiers would barge into our homes at odd hours to check for weapons that didn't exist.

Worse, they would enter the paddy fields in the daytime and interrupt our harvesting. They would segregate the men and women into separate groups and bark orders at us. Nobody in our village spoke English, so we just kept quiet and stood motionless.

I don't remember what they did to the men. But I have vivid memories of what they did to the women. They would frisk us and pat us down under the pretext of checking for hidden weapons. They would inevitably grope and fondle our boobs in the process.

Sometimes hard. Often too hard.

I was all of 21 years old at that time. And they took a particular fondness to humiliating and shaming me.

They would lift up my skirt and stare at my pubic hair with lust in their eyes. We were poor farming girls, we didn't wear undergarments those days. Nor could we afford any even if we wanted to. And in 1945, it was unseen and unheard of among the rural community in my country.

The soldiers learnt this fact in the first couple of days. And then our period of torment began.

They would tug at my pubic hair. They would pinch my bare butt. They would ask me to bend down so that they could check for hidden weapons. They would then finger my pussy and tickle my asshole shamelessly.

Every single one of them.

Those days, we were taught to be submissive. By 'we', I mean the women. Young or old, virgin or whore, married or not, women were supposed to be submissive and obedient in front of men. We were brought up like that. We were conditioned like that.

Little wonder then that the soldiers got away with doing what they were doing. Nobody dared to object to their behavior or resist them. Not that we had much of a chance. They were heavily armed while we were at the mercy of the elements and our new occupiers.

My name is Kasumi. And this is my memoir of the darkest chapter of my life.

CHAPTER 1 -- THE ESCAPE

"Haha, they are doing bad things to me," I went crying to my mother one day after returning from the fields early.

"Who is doing what?" Mom was aghast seeing me wailing.

"The soldiers. They are putting their fingers in bad places," I sobbed and tried to narrate my ordeal without being explicit.

That day, one of the soldiers had tried to insert his finger a little too deep into my asshole. It felt revolting and disgusting. I could not take it silently anymore. I had to share with my Mom. My haha.

"Oh no, Kasumi! It's horrible! You can't stay here anymore," Mom responded in shock and horror. "What if they take your virginity? You are just a flower, you have a whole life ahead of you."

"What do you mean I can't stay here anymore," I stopped wailing and looked at her in curiosity. "What are you talking about?"

"You are the honor of our home. We can't let that get tarnished. I will talk to your chichi today," she replied with a stubbornness that baffled me.

"Talk to chichi about what?" I wondered out loud.

"About sending you away. To the Iya Valley in Shikoku. There are no foreign soldiers there."

Iya Valley? That's the remotest place in all of Japan. What was I going to do there? And why would I leave my parents behind?

"I am not going anywhere without you and chichi," I told her politely. Those days, children were not supposed to raise their voices in front of parents. And fathers -- chichi -- used to be the final authority when it came to decision making.

"You don't have a say in this matter," Mom replied emphatically. "Besides, an old friend of your father stays there. He has been asking us to come over for our safety. Let us start with you."

And so it began. My journey into the great unknown. Outside the only world I knew of till then, my village. I was all of 21 and had to travel all alone to the mountains.

I packed my modest belongings in a cloth bag and bade a tearful farewell to chichi and haha.

It was the 3rd week of December when I reached Iya Valley. And I was in for a shock.

The weather was brutally cold. Bone-crushing cold. Everything was covered in a sheet of white snow. Everywhere I looked, I could see only white.

White leaves, white trees, white pathways, white houses.

I was not used to this kind of cold. Born and raised in Okinawa, I was used to a moderate climate typical of seaside locales. The severe chill in Iya Valley made my fingers numb and my joints ache. It kept my nipples hard and dry throughout the day.

My father's distant friend came to pick me up from the nearest rest stop. He was an elderly gentleman named Takeshi. I had never seen him in my life prior to that day. I was instructed by my parents to treat him with respect, obey his command, and address him as "ojisan" (uncle).

Iya Valley sits between mountains. And the rest stop was miles away from Takeshi's village. It took hours to reach there on foot. And his house was located far and high from the rest of the village.

CHAPTER 2 -- THE TRAP

Day 1

The 1st thing I noticed after arriving in the village was how cold it was. It was much colder than the rest of Iya Valley. The trees were not just covered in snow. They were buried in snow.

Takeshi was extremely happy to see me. We were meeting for the very first time. He did not utter a word on our journey, but suddenly welcomed me with open arms after unlocking the main door.

He was wearing only a white vest and white pyjamas even in this biting cold. He gave me a hug that sent shivers down my spine. Warm, tight, feeling up my butt with one hand, and trying to grope my tits with the other.

"Kasumi, you have grown up so much," he scanned my entire body with his naughty eyes. "So big, so round."

"What do you mean by 'big', Ojisan? I have not put on weight," I replied innocently. "I have the shortest height and lowest bodyweight in my village. And what do you mean by 'round'?"

His dirty stare was fixated on my boobs. I could sense what part of my body he referred to as 'round'. This old greying man seemed less like an uncle and more like those horny soldiers I had escaped from.

"Aren't you feeling cold, Ojisan? You are not wearing any warm clothes," I asked him after entering his house. His large skinny paws were tentatively close to groping my breasts. I swerved my way past him to evade his unwelcome advances.

"The cold doesn't bother me. I know how to keep myself warm," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "But I don't understand why you are here without your parents in the middle of winter."

"Well, chichi and haha could not come since it is harvesting season," I replied while unpacking my modest cloth bag. "I don't have any warm clothes to wear either."

"Don't worry. I will boil water for your bath," he said. "Take a hot bath while I get busy preparing dinner."

Takeshi did boil a lot of water for me. It was enough to take a hot bath and make myself warm. I changed into a loose fitted kimono after bath. And joined him for dinner.

By dusk, the cold had intensified. By nightfall, I started shivering. I put on a blanket on top of my kimono, had a quick dinner, and quietly tucked into the bed in a spare room that he arranged for my stay.

Problem was, that spare room was right in the attic. And it was colder than the rest of the house.

Takeshi had realized my sensitivity to the brutal winter cold of Iya Valley. He had arranged for 2 blankets and a quilt. But those weren't enough. The room was cold, the bed was ice cold, and I started shivering even under those blankets and quilts.

"Ojisan, I am freezing," I yelled in frustration and agony. He came running in his vest and pyjamas, and stared at me in surprise.

"What happened Kasumi? Still feeling cold?"

"Yes. I can't sleep," I wailed. "My feet have gone numb. My toes are aching."

"Give me 10 minutes. I will be back." He left the room and reappeared soon. Holding a steel bowl.

"I don't need soup," I cried out. "I just had dinner."

"This is not soup," he showed me the inside of the bowl. "It's warm oil. I will massage your feet with this, and you will feel much better."

He removed the blankets and quilt from my body. And sat down near my feet to rub oil. With his big strong skinny hands.

Within minutes, I started feeling better. The feet rub with warm oil felt so good! My feet felt warm, my body felt warmer, and I slowly dozed off to sleep.

"I will come back soon to check on you," he announced and blew out the candle. "Let's keep the door open." He left the room and went downstairs.

I felt so warm and cosy that I didn't bother about the open door. I fell asleep soon after. Only to wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. Shivering and feeling cold again.

But what startled me most was the sound of light snoring. Like a buzz, a continuous droning noise, coming from right beside me. I could not see anything as it was pitch dark. But I could feel the presence of something, or someone, a couple of feet away.

I stretched out my hand nervously, and instantly knew what it was. An arm. A man's arm! A man was in my bed! Lying right next to me!

"Ojisan, what are you doing here?" I shouted in shock. His hands moved and he got up immediately.

"I came to check on you as promised," he replied sleepily. "I guess I fell asleep on your bed. Are you feeling cold again?"

"You cannot sleep on my bed," I protested. "Not by my side at least. What will my parents say? And yes, I am feeling cold again."

"That's why I am here, Kasumi," he removed the quilt from my body slowly, "to keep you warm. You need body heat. Blankets will not help much."

Saying this, he removed the 2 blankets and kept them at my feet. Then suddenly inserted his hand under my kimono and began to rub my belly button. His warm skinny paw felt like a heating pad on my cold skin.

I was startled.

"Ojisan, what are you doing?"

"Making you feel warm," he continued to rub my belly. Round and round. Slowly and softly. I felt warmer and stopped shivering.

Without warning, his hand then moved downward between my legs. As soon as he touched my bush, I sat up, my heart pounding loudly.

"Stop, Ojisan," I said nervously, "you can't do this. I told you,my parents will not accept this."

"So?" he grabbed my shoulders and made me lie down again.

"So, it is wrong," I continued. "It is indecent."

"Nothing indecent about keeping someone warm in winter," he reinserted his large paw inside my kimono. "And your parents will never find out anyway."

"But It's not right. I am one third your age!"

"You worry too much," his hand was now rubbing my crotch through the bush. "I know what I am doing. Trust me, this is the best way to keep you warm."

"But, I...." before I could finish my sentence, he pulled down my kimono to my ankles. And fixed his gaze on my dense pubic bush.

"How can this tiny little kimono keep you warm? In this village, women don't wear such things. The men protect them from the cold."

Before I could react, he started playing with my clit. His big thin fingers flicked it, pinched it, and rubbed it. "This is the way we men keep our women warm in winter," he said.

I must confess that his touch felt good. His fingers were the only things that were warm in that room. My shivering vanished in seconds. And I felt so horny that my legs opened up inadvertently.

"Your cunt looks fresh, swollen and plump," he said lustily and switched fingers. He used his thumb to rub my clit this time. And ran his middle finger along the length of my slit. Again and again.

"Wet and juicy, just like a young girl like you should be," he pressed his middle finger on the opening of my pussy and slowly pushed it in. "You have the wettest cunt I have seen in my life. My finger agrees with me too."

"But, Ojisan... I am a virgin," I gasped in pain and shame. "I can't..."

"You can. And you will. I certainly will," he pushed his finger a bit deeper this time, tearing my membrane.

I cried out in pain. It hurt. But what hurt more was the sudden realization that I was not a virgin anymore. That my seal had been broken.

By none other than a sixty-year old man who also happened to be my farher's friend.

He didn't stop. Didn't pause. Kept probing deep and moving his finger in circles inside my tunnel. The pain gradually subsided and feelings of forbidden pleasure swept over my body.

I responded and parted my legs further. I was now wet with desire. The biting cold was gone, and I felt not just warm, but hot. Takeshi's filthy fingers had set my pussy on fire.

His thumb continued to stroke my clit till it was enlarged and erect. His finger kept shoving deep into my sloppy wet pussy. I lost all sense of shame and dignity. This is what I needed to escape the cold wave. A pleasure wave!

"Sploch! Sploch!" a dirty squishy sound emanated from my slippery hole every time his finger plunged in. It made me equally aroused and ashamed. His finger and thumb movements had now turned vigorous. I began to moan loudly.

His relentless finger-fucking sent me into a daze. But I also managed to catch a glimpse of his crotch. There was a massive bulge inside his pyjama, as if an angry animal was trying to jump out. That sight was enough to bring me to a climax.

I let out a loud moan, closed my eyes, curled my toes, and started squirting cum.

My white juice came out with force, as if a balloon had burst. It drenched his fingers and the bedsheet. He licked it off his fingers and stared at me in admiration.

"You wiggle like a fish, Kasumi," he gushed in awe. "You flooded the entire bed. And your juice tastes so sweet and salty."

I cowered in shame and embarrassment.

"You don't need any of these," he removed the kimono and blankets from my legs. "I will keep my finger inside your hole all night. That will keep you warm while you sleep."

He kept his word. His skinny finger slept inside my pussy the entire night. For the 1st time in my life, I slept without clothes or blankets on a winter night. And I did not feel cold even for a second.

Day 2

The next day was as uneventful as the 1st, except when I went to take a hot bath. As usual, Takeshi had boiled water in advance. Just as I was about to enter the bathroom, he turned up with a bottle of oil.

"I don't need an oil rub now, Ojisan. Thank you," I told him and began to close the door. But he pushed his way in.

"It's not for your body. It's for your nipples," he grabbed my boobs. "I saw you standing naked in front of the mirror this morning while changing your clothes. And I noticed that your nipples are dry and rough."

"It happens every winter," I replied embarrassingly. "And the cold here is very harsh. But how come you were spying on me while I was changing?"

"I was bringing your morning tea that time. The door was open and I peeked inside. Not my fault."

He didn't waste anymore time explaining his indecent behaviour. In one swift jerk, he pulled off my kimono. My 34DD plump tits jiggled like 2 white juicy melons bouncing off the floor.

I loved nipple rubs. Nothing turned me on like a sensuous nipple rub. Almost every day at bath, I played with my nipples and rubbed them for a long time. It was the way to pleasure myself in the Showa era of the 1940s.

Takeshi knew the secret art of pleasuring a girl. He rubbed my titties with oil like they had never been rubbed before. He kept pulling and tugging at my brown nipples till they were swollen and erect like cherries.

Till they were coated in so much oil that his fingers kept slipping off.

"Where did you learn this from, Ojisan?" I had to ask. He was just too good.

"Well, Sayuri taught me."

"Who is Sayuri?"

"She works as a domestic maid in our village. Visits me sometimes to sweep the floor and clean the kitchen."

"And she allowed you to touch her nipples?" I was curious.

"Yes. She is also a slut. The war and poverty has turned her into one. The best in this village. She will be coming tomorrow to take out the trash. You can meet her then."

I was not interested in meeting a maid servant. And a slutty one at that. But I noticed something more interesting while getting my tits molested by Takeshi. His huge hard-on was poking out from his crotch and he made no effort to hide it.

"Keep it away from me, Ojisan," I pointed at his erection. "It is so scary. Finger is ok, but not that."

"Ok Kasumi. As you wish," he shook my tits by holding onto my nipples with his fingers. "Your boobs bounce like watermelons."

I realized then and there that I had begun to like his touch. No man had ever touched me in those sensitive spots before. I was only 21, but I had desires too. That 60-year-old man was the first to give me a taste of forbidden pleasure.

He left soon after and I finished my bath.

At night, I tucked into my bed and waited for Takeshi to come and warm me up again. This time, I removed all my clothes beforehand. And lay down under the blankets stark naked. I was ready for a full warm-up session.

I had decided to surrender my body and mind to my beloved ojisan.

Takeshi arrived after sometime wearing only a vest and loincloth. He entered the bed and asked me if I was cold. As soon as I nodded my head, he took off the blankets from my body. His eyes lit up upon seeing my naked body.

"Sploch sploch again tonight?" he asked.

"Yes, Ojisan. 'Sploch sploch' once again."

"With 2 fingers this time?" he asked again.

"Um... no. Your fingers are too long," I replied, "and my hole is too tiny. Use one finger, or your tongue."

He gave a wicked smile. He was so happy to hear the word 'tongue'. He immediately buried his face between my legs. I had to spread them apart to accommodate his large head.

He licked my slit from top to bottom like a starving dog. Rubbed his nose on my clit, and breathed heavily into my hole. The 'sploch sploch' sound of yesterday was replaced by a 'slurp slurp' noise today.

Which made us both incredibly horny.

He licked my clit, making it hard and erect in seconds. He slurped my pussy, making it sloppy and wet in minutes. Then he shoved his tongue inside the opening, making me go wild with passion. And finally, he began to bore his tongue deep into my tunnel, bringing me to an early climax.

Like yesterday, I again flooded the bed and his face with gushes of cum. His white moustache turned whiter, and his nose and lips were covered in my cunt juice.

He licked it off and smacked his lips. And lay down beside me with a huge erection under his loincloth pointing skywards.

"Why don't you do something about it, Ojisan?" I pointed at his bulge. "It's so indecent to roam around like that."