THE TICKLISH TRAVELS OF RACHEL COOK
PART ONE – ONE EVENING IN TOKYO
Yasuhiro Kato, the Japanese billionaire, was seated in the Yamazato restaurant on the fifth floor of the Okura Hotel in Akasaka eating his dinner when he first saw her. She was blonde, about twenty-five years of age and about five feet four inches tall, wearing denim pants and vest with a white knit t-shirt. She was very pretty.
“Yukio,” he asked his waiter, “who is that blonde girl over there – she’s quite pretty. I’ve been watching her for several minutes now.”
“Ah-so desu-ka,” said Yukio, “her name is Rachel Cook, an American writer of cookbooks and hostess of a television program there. I was told that she is travelling to various places around the world to try various foods and to develop a special program based on her culinary experiences.”
“Ah-so,” he said, “is she staying in the hotel?”
“Yes, I believe so,” he said, “would you like to meet her?”
“Perhaps I’ll meet her later, in a somewhat different setting, Yukio,” he said, taking a medical capsule from a special container in his pocket, “I’ll make it worth your while if you arrange for this special capsule to dissolve in one of her drinks. It will make her a little more pliable when I do get to meet her. I want to tickle the piss out of her tonight, if I can get the chance to do it.”
“Of course, Kato-san,” said Yukio, “you have always taken good care of me by helping with my children’s school fees. I’ll find out her room number and arrange for a key to open it.”
“Thankyou, Yukio,” he said, “as the waiter returned to work.”
“It’s all arranged,” Yukio said as he returned to the table, “she is going to be drugged when she takes a drink and she will probably return to her room when she starts to feel sleepy. Here is the key to her room.”
“Excellent, my friend,” Master Kato replied, “I will give her an evening of great laughter. Would you like to join me?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said, “my wife will be very angry if I don’t go directly home after work.”
“Thankyou, Yukio,” Master Kato replied, as he got up from his table, “have a good night.”
“You, too, my friend, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When Rachel awakened, she found herself in her hotel room. She was on her back on one of the queen-size beds. To her surprise, however, she was naked and tied up. Her wrists were held in leather cuffs at the head end corners of the bed and her ankles were similarly held at the foot end corners of the bed. There was a pillow under her head. She saw her clothes neatly folded on a chair nearby. She pulled her arms and legs to try to release herself but this was of no avail. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“Well, well,” she heard a man’s voice from the darker alcove off the side of the room, “you’re awake.”
“Where am I?” she asked. “What the hell do you want with me? Give me my clothes and let me go.”
“Now, that doesn’t sound very hospitable coming from a young woman touring various countries to experience everything that she can,” he taunted, as he walked around the bed admiring her, “I thought you were a friendly and eager young television personality.”
“Not like this,” she said, watching him as he moved to her right foot, “let me go or I’ll scream!”
“This room is on the traffic side of the hotel and is quite soundproof,” he told her, “and the rooms on either side are empty so you can scream all you want and nobody will hear you.”
“My,” he said, as he stroked her right foot, “your little feet are cold.”
“Don’t,” she said, “that tickles!”
“Don’t,” he mocked her, “that tickles! You sure are cute, though, and your pussy is so pretty.”
He touched her pussy gently and rubbed his finger along its outer lips. He then cupped his hand and squeezed her pussy in a loving and comforting way.
“Please let me go,” she pleaded, “I have to go see my staff.”
The big man gently arranged her hair on the pillow and then rolled her nipples in his fingers, squeezing them softly, and ran his finger down the midline of her body to her navel and her pussy, again squeezing her pussy with his cupped hand, saying “What a nice little pussy.”
“Come on, sir, please leave me alone,” Rachel pleaded, as he moved all ten of his wiggling fingers toward her armpits, “No, aaah, no, please, I’m tihihihiklish, ha-ha-ha-ha!”
He tickled her armpits thoroughly as Rachel rolled from side to side, straining against the wrist and ankle cuffs holding her at the corners of the bed, her long hair falling across her face as she struggled.
“Well,” he taunted, “somebody is ticklish under her arms. I wonder what would happen if I moved my finger down this way.”
He moved his finger down from her armpit to her ribs, and then started to tickle her ribs on both sides as well as the area below her breasts. Rachel screamed and laughed “dohohohohon’t pleeheeheese, aaaaah” as he proceeded to give her a lengthy and intense tickling along her sides and her chest. Her skin, so thin over her ribs, began to glow a pinkish color and her face started to turn red.
He then targeted her navel and her abdomen above her pubic hair. She howled and bucked as he continued.
“My, my,” he said, “it’s too bad I don’t have a feather for this wonderful little tummy of yours. Wait, I know, I have a Japanese calligraphy pen, a fudo, that will do.”
He took the fudo out of a little bag, and approached her with it, as she pleaded, “No, please, no, I’ll die.”
“All because of a little Japanese pen,” he taunted, “my, you are so weak!” He started to make little circles in her navel as she bucked her stomach up and down to get away from the ticklish sensations. He slowly stroked the fudo across her abdomen, in the line that ran all the way across just above her pubic hair. He then stroked the fudo over her nipples, around the hollow under her arms, back to her nipples, and back to her navel.
“Shit,” she screamed, “fuck you-hoo-hoo-hoo.”
He stroked the fudo over the front of her thighs from below her pussy to her knees, moving it around her knees from front to back, and then back up to the top.
“Fuhuhuhuck you-hoo-hoo! You’re kihihihilling me!”
“My God,’ he teased, “such language from a beautiful girl. How are you ever going to get married with a mouth like that?”
He moved down to the foot end of the bed and sat down on a chair by her left foot. She raised her head to see what he was doing. He teased her with his wiggling fingers near the instep of her foot.
“What about your little feet here,” he taunted, “are they as ticklish as the rest of you?”
“No, God no, please,” she pleaded, as his wiggling fingers neared her feet, “not my fee-hee-heet. Aaaaaah-ha-ha-haaa.”
After a minute or so of gently tickling the sole of her left foot, and another minute of tickling the right, he stopped.
“Well,” he said to her, “I think we’ve found a very nice place to tickle on these delicious little feet of yours.”
“Please, no,” she cried, as he leaned down and kissed her left foot, “I can’t stand it there!”
As she looked in horror, he flicked his tongue at her while approaching the toes of her left foot.
“Aaaaah, nooooo!” she screamed and pleaded.
He licked and tickled all of the toes on her left foot, and then did the same with the right. While he was licking her toes, he also tickled the sole of each foot with his fingers. Rachel rolled around and pulled at her restraints as the tickling continued.
Next, the man stroked the fudo along the top of each foot and leg from her toes to the top of her thighs, alternately returning to her foot down the inside or outside of each leg. After a few minutes of this treatment, he reached into his little bag and pulled out two toe separators of the sort women use when coloring their toenails. He placed these in between her toes tightly so that the movement of her feet would not dislodge them. Next, he brought out an electric hummingbird tooth cleaner with its little rotating tip. He showed the device to her as he turned it on.
“No, no, please,” she pleaded, as she saw the implement moving toward her toes.
He lightly touched that part of the ball of her foot below the point where the toes joined it. He moved it from place to place, from side to side, as she screamed and swore at him, holding her foot firmly between the fingers and thumb of his other hand. Again, tickling both of her feet this way, as well as moving to the sole of each foot where the little crevice in the ball of her foot and the soft instep came together.
When he had enough of this treatment with the toothbrush, he tickled in between all of her toes with the fudo. She struggled and screamed, but she could not bring her toes together because of the toe separators he had applied earlier.
“Shit,” she screamed, ‘are you crazy! Not between my toes, aaaaaah!”
After a while, he moved back up to her abdomen. He again circled her navel with the fudo and crossed her abdomen along the line that was there.
“And now for your hotspots,” he teased, as he wiggled her fingers along the crease where her thighs met her abdomen. He also used the fudo from one end of this crease to the other, moving further and further down between her legs along the very sensitive skin on both sides of her pussy and eventually to the delicate areas of her ass only slightly below.
Rachel screamed, laughed, swore and struggled as the tickling torture with the fudo continued on the most sensitive parts of her body. She almost leapt off the bed, ties and all, when the man touched her asshole and the surrounding areas with the electric hummingbird.
By now, an hour or more had passed, and Rachel was exhausted. She was sweaty, her hair was all over her face adhering to the perspiration, her nipples were as hard as they could be, and she struggled to catch her breath. Inside her private areas, she was as wet as she had ever been. She rolled her head from side to side, breathing deeply and moaning softly from the arousal she now felt.
“How do you feel?” the man asked her, “Are you aroused? Do you want me to finish it for you?”
“Aaaah, what have you done to me?!” she exclaimed.
He reached down to the area in between her legs and gently rolled the little clitoris between his fingers. He then kissed it gently and he ran his tongue along the outside of her pussy. He came back up to her face and kissed her on her lips, as he continued to manipulate her clitoris and her pussy.
As she moaned and rolled her head from side to side, he slowly and carefully brought her to an intense orgasm with his experienced hand. After her orgasm had gone through its climax several times, she closed her eyes and passed out.
When she awakened the following morning, the sun was shining brightly through the windows of her hotel room. She had slept on her tummy and the blankets covered her completely up to her neck. Beneath the blankets she was naked except for her light blue panties.
“What happened,” she asked herself, “did I dream all that?”
Then she noticed the fudo and a sheet of paper near the vase of flowers on the table near the window. The note simply said ‘Thankyou, until we meet again, little one!’
THE TICKLISH TRAVELS OF RACHEL COOK
PART TWO –
Rachel’s next stop on her
international travels was Hong Kong, the great old British trading port in the
Pearl River delta, where she sought out the very best and most authentic
Chinese restaurants. She had visited
several restaurants in
As she toured around
She drew a fair bit of attention wherever she went, being a pretty,
young blonde American woman with a cameraman following her. On her last night in
“Miss Cook,” said the interpreter, “the staff would like you to come
back at about
“Oh, that sounds interesting,” Rachel said, “did they tell you what they would be preparing then?”
“No,” he said, “they say it will be a surprise.”
“Tell them thank you,” she said, “but how will I be able to communicate if there is no interpreter with me.”
“They assure me that will not be a problem,” he said.
“Go ahead, Rachel,” said Ed, the cameraman who travelled with
Rachel, “I’ll know where you are and if you’re not back at the hotel by
“Tell them,” she said, “I would be honoured to accept their invitation.”
Rachel arrived at the restaurant right about
Everyone was very pleasant, smiling and bowing but nobody could speak any English. One of the men gave her a bottle of Chinese Singtao beer, which had been perfectly chilled, and soon they all shared a wonderful dinner of sweet-and-sour fish with vegetables and rice. It was so good Rachel could hardly stop herself from picking at the big fish on the table before her. She didn’t know what kind of a fish it was, but it was so delicious. She didn’t even notice that she had been drinking the Singtao continuously and that she had already consumed three bottles by the time supper was finished. She was beginning to feel a little sleepy after the long day visiting restaurants, a big fish dinner here and three bottles of Chinese beer.
Two of the Chinese girls, the same two who had met her at the door, helped her over to the big stainless steel food preparation table in one part of the kitchen. She assumed that they would let her lie down on that table until she regained some of her senses. Well, the lie down part turned out to be right.
The two girls helped her onto the table and she was soon sitting on the side of it with her feet dangling toward the floor. They helped her to remove her denim jacket and her knit t-shirt. Then suddenly they unclasped her bra and removed it. Rachel hardly even noticed, though, as she sat there very nearly asleep. They let her lie down on the stainless steel table and Rachel started to fall asleep.
“Miss Lachel,” called one of the Chinese girls, “Miss Lachel, wake up – you ferr asreep.”
“Huh,” said Rachel, as she began to awaken and saw the Chinese girl’s face close to her own, “where am I – what happened?”
Rachel realized that she couldn’t move her arms or legs by this time. She looked up at her wrists and saw that these had been tied to the corners of the table with strips of cloth. She lifted her head and saw that she was completely naked and that her ankles had been tied to the other corners of the table in the same way.
“What the hell,” she exclaimed, “who did this to me? How dare you tie me up like this? I want my clothes back, now! I want to leave!”
Understandably, her threats and please fell on deaf ears. Not only had these people placed her in this very predicament but none of them could speak any English. She clenched her fists and flexed her toes as she pulled on the strips of cloth holding her arms and legs to the corners of the big stainless steel table.
The next thing she saw was one of the cooks coming toward her with a big, round apple, and another with a sharp knife. As the one cook tried to put the apple in her mouth, she firmly clenched her teeth to prevent him gagging her with an apple – like a pig, of all things, gagging her with an apple in her mouth. The other cook put the sharp edge of his knife along the base of her right nipple and indicated that the nipple would be cut off if she didn’t open her mouth. She complied, and the first of the cooks pushed the apple deeply into her mouth, forcing it wide open and pushing the apple right onto her back teeth. She tried to complain, of course, but hardly any sound came out.
One of the cooks then brought out a terrible looking meat cleaver. She screamed into the apple gag in her mouth as she rolled her head from side to side, tears now flowing down the sides of her face. The two girls took firm hold of her thighs and held them widely apart, while the second cook held her stomach down. The first cook then shaved off her pubic hair with the meat cleaver. It hurt so much to have her pubic hair dry shaved like that, with a meat cleaver of all things, that she pissed herself and it ran all over the stainless steel table. They all laughed at her, intent on finding out what this American girl was made of.
“Aaaahmph” she screamed as she felt the two girls begin to tickle her feet with their long finger nails, “Mmmmmph, aaaaahmph, mmmmmph, nnnph.”
After a few minutes, the two cooks returned with hand held blenders to which they had attached basting brushes. The leader of the two said something in Chinese to the girls, who then left and started warming up some peanut oil. Starting from her feet, and working up to her armpits, the two cooks tickle tortured Rachel with the basting brushes, having set the hand blenders on the slowest possible speed. She arched her back and twisted and struggled, screaming her protestations into the apple in her mouth, as they kept tickling her.
“Nnnnnnnnnn,” she screamed, as she saw the
girls coming toward her with the hot oil and two more basting brushes. She didn’t realize that the oil was only warm
and it was not going to burn her. The
sheen of sweat from both the muggy heat of
With the two basting brushes, the girls generously applied the warm peanut oil to every part of Rachel’s body. She twisted and squirmed with the sensations as every nook and cranny of her young female body received its attention, and its oil, in turn.
When the two girls were finished oiling her, the two cooks returned with the hand blenders and held them directly over each of her breasts. Rachel’s eyes went wide as she realized what they were about to do. The four brushes on each blender would turn around the circumference of each breast and as they lifted them higher the brushes would move toward the center and ultimately her nipples.
“Nnnnnnnmph,” she pleaded as she saw the blenders lowered slowly toward her breasts, her nipples already engorged with blood and standing at attention, “Nnnnnnmpn!”
She arched her back, squirmed and twisted from side to side, as the two blenders and their brushes continued to tickle torture her breasts. This continued for at least fifteen minutes.
The two girls, meanwhile, had found a foot long piece of Chinese sausage which had been on the barbecue and was not stiff and greasy. They fed this length of sausage into Rachel’s vagina and started moving it in and out, in and out, in and out, while the mean continued their efforts with the blenders and brushes on her breasts and belly. It wasn’t long before Rachel’s entire body stiffened into a fist-clenching, toe-curling orgasm.
The two chefs went to another table and opened a can of tuna fish, mixing this with a thick oil, and passing the bowl along to the girls who applied the mixture of tuna fish and oil to Rachel’s armpits and the soles of her feet. The two men then brought in several cats and put them on the table to which Rachel was tied. They immediately started to lick her armpits and then her feet to remove the tuna which had been generously applied there. The girls continued to apply the tuna and oil mixture to her belly button, her genitals and her toes.
“Mmmmmmmph!” screamed Rachel, desperately trying to bite the apple and force it out of her mouth. She pissed herself again, thanks to the three bottles of Chinese beer that she had with dinner. Then she passed out.
Rachel woke up in a van, dressed in a short Chinese robe cinched around her waist with a silken belt, her clothes packed in a plastic bag, along with her apple. The van stopped outside of her hotel and the driver indicated that she was to get out. Barefoot, sweaty and fishy, the beautiful Rachel Cook made her way into the hotel and up to her room where she promptly took a shower and then fell asleep.
THE TICKLISH TRAVELS OF RACHEL COOK
PART TWO –
Rachel’s next stop on her
international travels was
She had been in
Rachel stirred in her sleep and found that she was unable to move. Her eyes flashed open as she realized her wrists were fastened above her head and she couldn’t even move onto her side. She found herself in a research laboratory with various computer consoles, instruments and the like. She was completely naked and seated in a special chair with thick leatherette padding. Her wrists were fastened in leather restraints above her head, her stomach and ass were held in place by a leather strap across her abdomen, her knees and thighs were held in place by leather straps above her knees and her ankles were fastened in leather restraints. The chair had been tilted back slightly so that she was not sitting straight up but she was a long way from lying down.
“Well, well,” said the Chinese man with a white lab coat, “our guest is awake.”
“What the hell do you want with me,’ said Rachel, “let me go.”
“You’ll be back at your hotel in a few hours,” said the man, “but for now we want you to help us with an experiment.”
“Experiment?”
“Yes,” he went on, “my name is Dr. Chin, and I am conducting a special series of experiments on human sexuality, specifically the sexual responsiveness of the human female.”
“So?”
“As it happens, we have only been able to obtain readings from various young Chinese women, although I must admit that the differences from province to province have proved very interesting.”
“Yea, so what about me?”
“When we saw you touring the research park earlier today, it came to me that there must be some fascinating variations in sexual responsiveness from country to country, and perhaps even continent to continent, as well. For this reason, we brought you back to our laboratory this evening to undergo the same testing that we have used on various Chinese girls.”
“So you’re going to rape me?”
“Heavens no, young lady,” he said, “
“No, please let me go!”
“Now, many young women would simply give themselves in to these dildos so that their experience would be over as soon as possible, but that would give us false data as it would not be the true sexual responsiveness that we seek. So, we want you to do all you can to resist. The machine will try to bring you to orgasm within the shortest possible time, but we want you to fight it and resist it with everything you have.”
“For this reason, the machine is equipped with a series of wheels, some of which will turn continuously, although they may reverse direction, and some of which will move back and forth in a semicircular motion. Each of these wheels is equipped with numerous brushes which have been selected for their capacity of tickling the skin. I will show you these wheels now, so that you will know what to expect.”
As he pushed a button on a remote control device, similar to a television remote, Rachel saw two round wheels with a dozen brushes on each moving into position beside her armpits. She shuddered as she felt the nearest brushes contact the very sensitive skin. Then, the wheels started to turn and she almost went wild.
“Aaaaaah, stohohohop, pleaheahease!”
Next came two semicircular wheels which positioned themselves in front of her chest, one circling each breast at the exact midline, where her nipples were located. She tried desperately to force her back further into the cushion of the chair to get away from the little brushes.
“Shit,” she screamed, her eyes opening wide as she felt the sensation hit her soft breasts, “Nohohohoho, ahahahahahahaha!”
After that, a similar semicircular wheel, albeit a larger one, stationed itself in front of her stomach, circling the midline through her belly button perfectly, and moving all the way around to her sides.
“Aaaaah,” she cried, “not my stohohohomach! Aaahahahahahahaha.”
“Very good, young lady,” said Dr. Chin, “you are wonderfully sensitive.”
“Please let me go!”
Rachel grit her teeth, clenched her fists and curled her toes, as she suddenly felt the next assault on her young body. She had not seen another semicircular device moving into place below her ass, in the open space between the two halves of her seat, and the brushes moved back and forth from her pubic mound, over her pussy, over her asshole and up her butt crack – front to back, back to front, over and over again.
“Aaaaaaaaah, fuck you!” she cried, “aaaaaaaaah, shit, I can’t stand it.”
Lastly, her feet had their turn with a round wheel positioning itself below the sole of each foot and running its brushes over her soles and between her toes. The more she flexed her toes, the worse it got.
“Hahahahahaha, not my feeheeheeheet, pleaheaheahease!”
“There, young lady, now you know what to expect,” said Dr. Chin, “and I can explain to you how this system works. The experiment will last seven hours exactly and will precisely follow the signs of the Chinese zodiac, starting with the dildo of the rat. Of course, a rat will not have a very big penis and would hardly be of interest to us here, so we substituted a dildo that perfectly replicates the penis of the kimodo dragon, big, leathery and cold.”
As he spoke, Rachel heard the machinery to her right move into action and she saw the big dildo loaded into its mount and disappear beneath her. She tried to move but it was to no avail. She was going to stay exactly where she was. Moments later, she felt the tip of the dildo touch the outer edges of her pussy.
“Now, the machine is going to rape you with that kimodo dragon dildo until you orgasm,” he said, “and the more you resist, the more the machine will try to bring you to climax. I expect you to fight with all you’ve got, because the moment you climax all of these brushes will spring into action tickling you for half an hour. Then, you will have a five minute rest while the machine prepares the next dildo, the dildo of the ox. After that, the cycle will start again.”
“No, please, don’t do this!”
“Come now,” he said, “a sexy American woman like you afraid of a little sex and tickle play.”
“Fuck you,” she said, “let me go!”
Next, he forced a leather ball gag into her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you alone here,” he said, “and I don’t want you to attract the attention of our security people. So, I have to gag you and put the lights out when I leave. Also, since I am going to require some witnesses to see me this evening, since the authorities are not always on side with our experiments, I’ll set the machine to start in about an hour.”
Tears flowed down Rachel’s face as she saw Dr. Chin leave and a moment later the lights going out. There she was, naked, helplessly strapped to some diabolical sex machine, waiting in the dark for the torture to start. She felt the very tip of the leathery dildo, replicating the penis of the kimodo dragon, touching her pussy. Waiting for the hour to run out, helplessly waiting.
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