One Way Ticket

 

Warm air washes over you as you step off the airplane in Kansai International Airport, cicadas chirping in the distance. Your parents beckon you down the steps and hold you by the hand once you reach the bottom, leading you through the terminal to a bunch of kiosks you can't read the names of. Spending your summer vacation with some people you've never met doesn't sound like a good time, but your parents insisted you'll have fun here. 

"Hey son, you want a drink?" opening up a fridge, your dad pulls out a glass bottle and hands it to you, taking one for himself and bringing it to the counter. You fiddle with the top for a good minute, trying to twist and pull it open until your dad comes back.

"You get that open yet? Here, let me show you." taking the bottle from you, your dad hits the top with his palm and you see a marble drop into the neck "That's how you do it, see?"

Shaking the bottle around, you see the marble rattle around inside and try to get it out.

"Am I supposed to drink it like this? It's not going to get stuck?" you ask, peering down the opening.

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm not sure how you actually get it out after, but you can drink it."

Taking a sip from the bottle, you feel the carbonation tingle on your tongue and swallow, following your dad back out into the airport terminal. 

"There you two are, ready to get going? It's still an hour to the Yamada's place. We should get going if we want to get there before sundown." handing you a rolling suitcase, your mom notices your drink "Is that a soda? We talked about this, we're cutting down on sugar!"

"Ah, relax. It's one bottle, and it's been an 18 hour flight. Let the kid have something nice."

Taking another sip, you pull the suitcase and listen to your parents bicker, following them outside to a cab.

The next thing you hear is the sound of a car stopping, and your parents getting out. Rubbing your eyes, you see a strange house and the sun setting behind it. 

"Come on, let's get our things. We're probably late already." you hear your mom outside pulling your luggage from the trunk and dragging it up to the house.

"You awake, buddy? It's time to get going." your dad shakes you the rest of the way awake and you sluggishly fall out from the backseat. Walking up to the front door, you look around as your mom rings the doorbell. Everything looks so strange and unfamiliar, like you could easily get lost just by going a few blocks in either direction. All the signs are in odd symbols you don't recognize and you hear some kids playing nearby, yelling in a different language.

"Konbanwa! You made it! Come in, come in!" a thin woman with black hair opens the door and greets your parents, giving them both a hug. You manage to peek past her into the house, the interior looks so different from home. 

"It's nice to see you again Aoko! It's been so long, I wasn't sure if staying here would be an inconvenience for you." your mom releases the woman from the embrace, patting her arm fondly.

"Nonsense, you're all welcome to stay as long as you want. Hideki's on his way home from work, he should be here in about 45 minutes. Oh, I see a new face, who's this handsome boy?" leaning over, Aoko brings her face closer to yours.

"This is our darling son, he's never been out of the country before so all this is brand new to him." you hear your mother beside you as you turn your face away, embarrassed.

"I have a daughter about your age, I think you'll get along just fine. But hurry up inside, the mosquitos are going to eat you alive!"

Watching your dad drag the last of the suitcases up the walkway, you follow him inside and stick next to him once you're in the house.

"Dad, why am I here? I don't know these people and I've never been here before."

"The Yamada's are an old family friend, they come see us every few years when they visit the states. We figured we'd save them a trip this year and give you some new experiences. Not a lot of people get to visit Japan." ruffling your hair, your father pulls the suitcases off to the side and out of the way "Don't forget to take off your shoes at the door, it's rude to walk around with shoes on inside. It also tracks dirt everywhere, so maybe you should do that at home more too."

Still a bit lost from all the new surroundings, you begin pulling your shoes off before a crash upstairs stops you. The staircase rolls like thunder and something tumbles down the steps, landing next to you in a messy heap.

"Yaho! Yōkoso wagaya he, Ichika desu!" scrambling to her feet, a girl that you assume is the aforementioned daughter grabs you by the hand and rambles excitedly. 

"I... um... I can't speak Japanese, sorry..." you mumble, still caught off guard by the animated girl. She's just a bit shorter than you with black hair tied back in a ponytail. 

"Oh, sorry! Welcome to our house, my name's Ichika. It's very nice to meet you." giving a slight bow, Ichika greets you in English and looks you over "It's been a while since I've had a boy my age to talk to."

"Aren't there any at school?" you ask, slowly regaining some composure. 

"Not that I've seen, maybe they're hidden really well. I go to an all girl's school." 

Your mind starts to drift to thoughts of an entire school of cute girls in uniforms before Ichika pulls you by the hand back to the door.

"Okāsan! Ittekimasu!" she calls out, her mom replying from the other room.

"Itterashai!"

Slipping her shoes on, Ichika leads you outside and through the neighborhood. You try to remember each twist and turn to make it back on your own but you quickly lose track among the strange houses and signs. The further you go, the more you start to smell something that makes your stomach growl. You can tell it's food, but it's unfamiliar, mixed with a hint of smoke. Turning yet another corner, you see the source of your growing hunger, a food cart along the sidewalk.

"Have you ever had grilled squid? It's one of my favorite foods." Ichika drags you by the hand as she runs up to the cart, talking to the vendor. Your stomach growls again, louder this time and you see her motion something else to the man behind the cart.

"I don't think I have any money I can use here..." opening up your wallet, you flip through a couple bills and show Ichika.

"Don't worry about it, it's cheap." Ichika hands the man some change and receives two charred squid on sticks. Taking a bite, she hands you one with a smile. 

The smell of the grilled squid makes your mouth water and you open your mouth, ready to taste it, when you hear something behind you. 

"Po po po po po po..."

Turning your head wildly, you try to find the source, the deep voice sending chills up your spine. You don't see anyone else around except a few people walking on the other side of the street, and Ichika doesn't seem to notice it either. You do your best to think about something else but it sticks in the back of your mind. Looking around once more, you see a flash of something white disappear behind a corner and you unconsciously shift closer to Ichika. You finally bite into the squid but it tastes of nothing, sitting heavily in your stomach as you swallow.

"Hey, can we head back? I think it's about time for dinner..." you whisper hoarsely and finish your squid, still looking around nervously.

"Sure, my mom will kill me if I'm late. Are you okay? You look a little pale."

You give a slight nod, swallowing a lump in your throat and following Ichika back to her house. You can't help but glance behind you as you make your way through the streets and between buildings, looking for anything out of place, but nothing looks familiar to begin with. You eventually make it back to the house and you run up to the front door, opening it for Ichika. As she passes, something across the street catches your eye. Standing next to a tree, a woman in a long white sundress stares at you from under her wide brimmed hat, long black hair falling in front of her face. The top of her hat extends past the top of the branches, and you realize just how tall she must be. She stands perfectly still, people walking right by her as if she isn't even there and you can see her mouth moving slowly in an O shape, your mind immediately ringing again with the deep 'po po po po po...'

You want to rush inside but you're frozen in place, staring back at the impossibly tall woman towering over everyone. Your blood runs cold and you feel your fingertips tingling as she watches, then she takes a step forward and you bolt through the door as fast as you can. Stretching to peer through the peephole in the door, a hand on your shoulder makes you jump and you almost faint.

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." holding you still, your mom looks you over and puts the back of her hand to your forehead "You're sweating, are you feeling sick? Maybe you caught something from the plane."

Shaking your head, you try to say you're fine but can't get the words out. After thirty seconds of stammering, you finally manage to blurt out "I'm just really hungry, I'll go get washed up!"

You wander through the house and find the bathroom on the second floor, splashing cold water on your face to calm down. Nobody else saw or heard anything, so maybe you are coming down with something after all. There's no way something like that could hide from all those people in plain sight. Making your way back down, you find everyone in the dining room gathered around a short table and sitting on pillows. Your father pats the open space next to him and you awkwardly crouch down, sitting cross legged on the floor. A bowl of rice sits in front of you with large plates of different vegetables and fish adorning the table. It all looks fairly normal, you can recognize everything at least. Everyone settles into place as a man you assume to be Ichika's dad comes in and kneels at the head of the table.

"Thank you all for coming, we're very blessed that you were able to join us at our home. Please make yourselves comfortable, and dig in. We have a lot planned for the next few weeks, but for tonight let's just relax." giving a slight bow, his wife and Ichika both follow and you're not sure what you're supposed to do. 

You watch everyone around the table, including your parents, then pick up their chopsticks and give a loud "Itadakimasu!" before reaching for food on the large dishes and placing it on their plates. Waiting for everyone to finish, you feel out of place and shyly take something off the nearest platter.

"Ah, don't be nervous, dig in!" taking your plate, your father places a bit of everything on it and drops it back in front of you. Picking through the different shapes and colors on your plate, you take a bite of what looks like fish, eyes widening when a slight tangy taste washes over your tongue. Grabbing something else that looks like a vegetable, the familiar sensation of vinegar bursts in your mouth as you chew. You quickly lose yourself in the food, forgetting about earlier, trying every dish together and with rice.

Dinner eventually winds down and Ichika's parents bring out some kind of alcohol in a hot water bath along with bottles of beer. Pouring some for your parents, then themselves, they give a toast and you use the opportunity to excuse yourself. 

"You want to come see my room?" sneaking up behind you, Ichika whispers softly in your ear and holds you by the sides.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I don't want to upset your parents..." 

"They'll be drinking with your parents for a while, and probably pass out together. Come on, let's go do something fun." Ichika gives you a mischievous smile and hooks a finger under the collar of your shirt as she leads you to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she pushes you onto her bed and you fall into the surprisingly soft mattress, Ichika crawling over you. Her skirt rides up a bit as she straddles you, untying her hair from the tight ponytail, and you try your best not to stare, looking off to the side. 

"Hey, have you done it yet?" Ichika's hands rest on your chest, rubbing lightly as she grinds her crotch against yours through your clothes, face leaning in close.

"Done what?" the constant friction of her rubbing begins to stir something inside your pants and you find yourself pressing up against her.

"So that's a no, then." giving a smirk, Ichika leans in closer, black hair falling around your face as she presses her lips to yours awkwardly. Rolling her hips in slow circles, she pulls your shirt up gradually, fingers dragging along your sides. Leaving it bunched up at the top of your chest, Ichika sits up and traces a finger tip up the center of your stomach, making you shiver.

"Hey, you have a present for me?" scooting up and reaching behind her, Ichika cups her hand over the bulge in your pants and gives it a squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. Giggling at your reaction, she rubs you harder, watching you squirm beneath her. Every second of her touching you brings you closer to... something. You're not exactly sure what's happening, but you feel something building, and your whole body turns warm. Crawling down your body, Ichika lies between your legs and rubs her cheek against your clothed erection, giving a soft kiss at the tip. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of your pants, she tugs them down with your undershorts until your cock pops free, waving in front of her face. Ichika gives a smile and wraps a hand around the base, pulling down and letting her tongue hang from her mouth, dragging it up along the underside before wrapping her lips over the head. You can feel the heat of her mouth enveloping you, saliva coating your skin as she brings her head down until her lips touch her fingers at the base, then tightening her lips around your shaft and pulling back up. 

Lost in the new sensations, all you can do is squirm and pull at Ichika's bedsheets as she bobs her head slowly, tongue swirling along the tip and flicking the underside. You feel yourself slowly getting closer to the edge when a tap from across the room pulls you back. Turning your head, you see it again, the woman in white peering through the second floor window. She watches you silently, a grin plastered on her pale face, tapping on the glass with a long finger. Ichika continues on blowing you, unaware, but your gaze is fixed on the woman's face. Her wide eyes stare directly into yours, sending shivers up your spine, slow tapping chilling your extremities, but Ichika's constant effort sends a mix of feelings through you. You're too scared to move, but at the same time your waist feels like it's melting into the bed from Ichika's mouth around you. It eventually gets to be too much, and you feel something burst into Ichika's mouth as the woman outside lifts the window up, reaching inside. The same low 'po po po po po...' from before fills the room and the tall woman stretches an arm out towards you, Ichika's tongue wrestling with your head as she swallows everything down. 

Ichika's lips come off your cock with a pop as she sucks you clean, sitting up with an accomplished smile, but as soon as you're free you leap off the bed and plaster yourself to the far wall, slipping out the door and running to the bathroom. You splash cold water across your face once more, telling yourself you're just seeing things before Ichika knocks at the door.

"Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" she sounds worried, the locked doorknob rattling as she tries to pull the door open. 

"I'm okay! I just... I needed to use the bathroom all of a sudden." shutting off the water, you wipe your face dry in a towel before mustering up the courage to go back outside to Ichika. You slap your cheeks briefly, then unlock the door, pulling it open and stepping out halfway, paralyzed in place.

Crouched in the hallway is the pale lady, hunched over, still smiling as she reaches a hand towards you. You take a deep breath to scream, but you're cut off by her fingers wrapping around your mouth, silencing you. Her skin feels like ice as it touches your face, sapping any last bits of strength from your terrified limbs. Holding you easily with one hand, she crawls down the steps to the front door, keeping you in the air. Out of the corner of your eye you see your parents passed out on the floor of the dining room, beer bottles in hand, and you try to cry out but nothing makes it past the hand squeezing your head. Finally making out the door, she cradles you in her arms and briskly walks out into the night, your eyes rolling back and shutting as you're carried off.

Waking up, you frantically crawl back and look around to get your bearings. Dim lights flicker and glow overhead, illuminating the rotted wood and rusted metal along the walls of wherever it is you are. A stained dirty mattress sits below you, scraps of paper crumpled up all around it. Taking one and unfolding it carefully, you see a picture of a boy surrounded by unfamiliar characters. Grabbing another, you find it has the same lettering, but this one has a photo of a girl. You go through each scrap, most of them with the same layout, characters around a photo of a boy or girl. You notice one of them has something drawn on the back and you try to smooth it out as best you can. In frantic pen ink, you see a crude drawing of the woman who took you, along with some English lettering spelling out "Hachishaku-sama. Eight Feet Tall."

Jumping to your feet, you scour along the walls trying to find a way out, but you don't see anything that looks like a door or window. You wonder how you even got in. You pull at each protruding piece of wood, everything you can get your hands on, push on the walls, nothing works. You can't find anything you could possibly squeeze through to escape. An empty feeling grows in the pit of your stomach and you fall onto the mattress, head in your hands. There's no way out, all you can do is wait for Hachishaku-sama to come back. Shutting your eyes tight, you feel tears start to stream down your cheek, falling to the bed. When you finally stop crying, you wipe your nose and look back up to see the woman standing over you. 

"What do you want from me?!" crying out, you crawl back against the wall, trying to stay away from her as much as possible.

"Come... Home. Home. With me."

Your blood chills in your veins as the woman speaks to you in your mother's voice, before her odd chant begins again. Pulling you by the ankle, she drags you closer until you're flat on your back, hooking a long finger into your pants and deftly removing them. Your heart has been pounding nonstop since she appeared, and you see her smile once more as your fear induced erection flops free. Holding your legs apart with little effort, she leans in and lets her tongue hang just like Ichika did, but her tongue is much longer with a pointed tip, dripping saliva onto your skin. 

"Hey... you. You have something for me?..." her voice changes to the  Ichika you heard outside the bathroom as she wraps her long tongue completely around your cock, squeezing and milking a strange liquid from the tip. She keeps massaging you until the entire head is slick with saliva and your own juices, then unravels her tongue to take you into her mouth. As cold as her hands were before, her mouth feels like an oven, wet heat surrounding you and dripping onto your waist. You try to kick away, but she restrains you without issue, drooling more as she sucks you loudly. 

Bringing her head up, she flicks the head of your cock with the tip of her tongue, watching it jump and twitch before taking it back into her mouth. Your hips buck involuntarily as she works her lips over you, hands gripping your ankles tight. Something in her spit causes your body to heat up; pins and needles start dancing across your skin and make you squirm. Her tongue squeezes you again and you tense up, squirting into her mouth and gasping for breath. Swallowing without hesitation, the pale woman milks you until you can't give any more, lifting her head slowly when you taper off. You fall back onto the mattress, panting and dazed, watching as Hachishaku-sama rises to her feet, towering over you. Reaching down, she grabs you by the waist and turns you over, bringing your rear to her open mouth. 

You can feel her saliva dripping onto your cheeks, making trails down your thighs, before her tongue digs between them, searching for your exposed hole. Any struggling is quickly discouraged by a firm squeeze of your midsection, her snake-like tongue worming its way slowly into your backside, depositing her strange saliva inside. The strange feeling of being stretched open coaxes out a soft moan from you as she drools liquid into your rear, and once more the familiar heat and tingling surges through your lower body. An eternity passes as she works your hole, and you eventually go limp in her hands, letting your head hang. Staring at her dress, you begin to see something stirring beneath it, shifting and moving as she licks. Slowly, something rises and points straight out, curving the dress and forming a wet stain at the end. The tongue in your backside finally retreats, leaving you wet, empty, and somehow missing the feeling of being filled. But you imagine that it's not going to last very long.

"Hey... Have you done it? Done it?..." mimicking Ichika's voice, the woman carries you over to the mattress, sitting on it and resting you on her lap. The strange protrusion twitches against your back, rock hard and twitching every so often. You try to break free once again but the grip around your waist keeps you firmly in place as she pulls her dress up. Picking you up effortlessly, Hachishaku-sama places you between her legs and what you can now see is a massive erection. A dark blue head sits above her pale shaft, longer and thicker than anything you've seen in any magazine.

"Do you... have a present for me?" reaching a hand behind your head, the tall woman pulls your face against her cock, a large drop of clear slime appearing at the tip. You try to turn your head away but she forces the tip against your lips, smearing the liquid on your skin. It has a strange smell, but not unpleasant, and you eventually end up opening your mouth. The head is too big to fit in your mouth completely, only slipping in partially before your jaw stops stretching. 

Holding your head in place, she keeps your mouth over the tip as more slime leaks down your throat, sliding into your stomach. She lets you go after a bit, examining your open mouth to make sure you swallowed everything, then picks you up once more. Cradling you your body against hers, you're pressed up against her dress and her large member slides between your cheeks. 

"No, wait! You can't!" you cry, fighting to free yourself but you can't do anything but squirm in place as the head of her cock prods against your warmed up hole. Pulling at her dress, you feel her cock jump and smear more slime against your backside, lubing you further. Hachishaku-sama's arms close tighter around you as the head gains purchase, gradually stretching you open to take her monstrous size. Even with all the drool and cock ooze, the girth of her tip makes you grit your teeth in pain, finally popping into place inside you. 

The woman's deep voice reverberates through her chest as she begins her low chant again, driving her cock further up into your guts. All you hear is her "Po po po po po po..." mixed with your pleas to stop, her girth throbbing within you. Rising to her feet, she lifts you easily and hooks her arms under your knees. Clinging desperately to her dress, you're bounced rhythmically along her shaft as she rams deeper with each stroke. Tears obscure your vision and fall down your cheeks as the monster woman's rough thrusts mold your insides, your hard cock slapping uselessly against your stomach, still under the effect of her drugged saliva. Throwing your head back, your knees clench together and your hole tenses around the invader in your bowels as you shoot white onto white. A huge rope of seed lands on Hachishaku-sama's dress but she doesn't seem to notice, focusing on pounding you senseless. Her nonstop thrusting forces a second orgasm from you in short order, this time landing on your own stomach. 

Looking down, you notice a bulge poking through your stomach every time you're impaled, placing a hand over it and burping from discomfort. Unfortunately, seeing you touch your own distended belly sets the woman off, and she gives a loud groan, firing off her load inside you. Your stomach extends even more from the seemingly endless liquid filling you, and it spills out from around her shaft, unable to find more room. Hachishaku-sama pulls out slowly, tossing you casually onto the mattress and watching you leak her milky white seed onto the floor. Once your belly returns to its normal shape, she steps over you again, kneeling and lifting you up onto your hands and knees. Her heavy length slaps down onto your back before lining up with your abused rear, entering much easier than before. Large hands hold you by the hips and Hachishaku-sama resumes here restless pounding, eager to drop still more seed inside your stretched hole. 

Days pass with no sleep given by your towering captor, every waking moment filled with either being sodomized or fed her ghostly slime. You barely comprehend what's happening, simply going through motions to keep the woman satisfied, but no end ever comes. Outside the hidden run down shack that makes up your prison, your parents, along with Ichika's, hand out flyers to anyone passing by. The majority are spelled out in kanji but your parents insisted on having a few in English, just in case. The wind catches a flyer held out by your mother, ripping it from her hands and carrying it down the street until it lands in a gutter. Before the dirty water obscures the lettering, it reads "MISSING" at the top, with your photo in the center. Any further information fades from the page as oily liquid gets absorbed, rushing up to the top until nothing at all is legible.