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The Ticklish Travels of Rachel Cook Ch. 01

By: tkl-pen



Chapter 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 Ch. 02



Part Two - Hong Kong

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 Japan and found herself entertaining a mysterious visitor in her hotel room who provided a great deal more amusement than she had anticipated. She shuddered whenever she thought about it. She had been tickled a few times by her parents, hers brothers and even some of the boys at school, but never anything like that. Helplessly tied to the bed, completely naked and every part of her tickled relentlessly. Well, now she was in Hong Kong, a completely different place.

As she toured around Hong Kong Island, Kowloon Peninsula, Aberdeen, Repulse Bay and even Silvermine Bay on Lantau Island with her videographer, she tasted all sorts of Chinese dishes, mostly Cantonese as this was the south of China, some of which were wonderful, others were better left to the Chinese residents. She did like some of the shark fin dishes, though, and the pork here seemed to taste better than in any of the Chinese restaurants back in America.

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 Hong Kong, she finally found the perfect Chinese restaurant among the narrow streets and alleys of Hong Kong's Kowloon Peninsula. The food was so tasty and the ambience of the restaurant was more reminiscent of the old China she had seen in the movies. The staff was very helpful, too, explaining everything that she wanted to know through a Chinese interpreter.

"Miss Cook," said the interpreter, "the staff would like you to come back at about ten o'clock tonight for a special surprise, but you will have to come alone, without your cameraman. They normally have their own dinner after the restaurant closes and the paying customers are gone. They will take you back to your hotel afterward."

"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 two o'clock I'll come down to get you, with the police."

"Tell them," she said, "I would be honoured to accept their invitation."

Rachel arrived at the restaurant right about ten o'clock and was admitted by two of the girls who had been serving meals there the previous afternoon and evening. She had decided to wear her denim pants and vest with a white knit t-shirt, quite a change from the better clothes she had worn earlier. The girls indicated that she should follow them and they escorted her to the downstairs kitchen where most of the processing of the food is done before it goes to the upstairs kitchen for final preparation and serving to the customers. 

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 Hong Kong and fear glistened all over her perfect pink skin, deeply shaded pink now because of the tickling.

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 Ch. 03



Chapter Three – Shanghai

Rachel's next stop on her international travels was Shanghai, the enormous port city on the east coast of China, through which the vast majority of Chinese exports are shipped all over the world. Not only does the city have a tremendous manufacturing industry, but very sizeable research and development parks have been developed since China's relaxation of relations with the west and the start of economic development in the country. Everything Rachel saw was modern and beautiful - the airport, the hotel, the shopping centers, the trains and subways, the factories and so on. Shanghai was, in fact, a beautiful major city and quite a change from the majority of Hong Kong. She shuddered at the thought of Hong Kong, vividly remembering her experience in the little Chinese restaurant there. Even her toes flexed and curled in her shoes as the memory came back to her.

She had been in Shanghai for several days, visiting both little restaurants and the eateries in the hotels, including the palatial modern hotel in which she was staying. Expectedly, she drew a lot of attention everywhere she went, particularly away from the hotel, being pretty, young, blonde and Caucasian. It was fine, though, she felt quite safe with Ed by her side, not to mention a local Chinese translator. Her visit to the big city was almost over, with a flight to Bangkok booked for the following day. That was going to be a good stop, she thought, with Thai restaurants being as popular in America as they are. It had been a real good day, including a tour of one of the research parks, and Rachel went to bed nice and early, planning to get some real sleep.

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, "China is a civilized country today and we are all very civilized people. No, we have a machine here, on which you are presently seated, which works in conjunction with a computer system. It will provide sexual stimulation by means of a series of dildos which are located in this loading rack to your right - these match the various animals of the Chinese zodiac - the dildo of the dog for the year of the dog, the dildo of the ox for the year of the ox, and so on. Where a particular animal does not have a suitable penis, like the fish and the cock, we have simply substituted the penis of another animal. In the case of the monkey, incidentally, we have substituted the dildo of the gorilla to make it a little more interesting for you."

"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.



The Ticklish Travels of Rachel Cook Ch. 04



Part Four – Thailand

Rachel's flew on to Thailand from her stop in Shanghai. She still had some pain in her most private parts from the various dildos that had worked on her the night before in the research laboratory. Some of those dildos like the dildo of the ox, the tiger and the horse were enormous. At least, they were all thoroughly lubricated and probably didn't do any damage to her insides. The tickling had been terrible - a machine in the dark tickling all of her most sensitive places at once with her completely unable to move or even to call for help. 

Having been in Thailand for a few days, Rachel had accumulated quite a lot of information and video footage about the cuisine of this beautiful country, not only in the capital city of Bangkok, but also in the resort city of Phuket. One of her main interests in Thailand, though, had been the birds nests that were so dreadfully expensive and used in Chinese cooking. These were swallows nests that were collected on cliffs high above the ground in limestone caves. Some people in Thailand made a great deal of money from this business, and they soon became aware that Rachel had been asking about the swallows nests everywhere she went.

She was invited to visit the actual limestone caves where the birds nest were collected and to see how it was done. Unfortunately, the invitation did not include Ed, her cameraman, because the boat was very small and there was only room for one extra person. It was an opportunity Rachel did not want to pass up, though, and she told Ed that she would be okay and to take the day off in Bangkok. She would meet him later that night, probably quite late, as the cliffs were some three hundred miles away from the capital. She put on her jeans and a red t-shirt and joined the gentleman who came to pick her up at the hotel.

It was quite a trip to reach the limestone cliffs, though, with a one-hour plane ride on Bangkok Airways turboprop plane, a forty five minute drive to the boat dock in one of the local villages, and then a ride in a motorized canoe to the actual caves where the cliffs were located, some miles offshore from the mainland. Thailand was so beautiful, she thought, but she had no idea some places were as remote as the nesting cliffs of the birds that produced the wonderful birds nests for soup and other delicacies.

When she entered the cave, she looked up at the cliffs some two hundred feet above her with the many birds flying about attending to their business. Her eyes went wide at the sight, as they often did, and she was simply agape with the view of these cliffs and the men who would climb on bamboo structures to reach them.

"Miss Cook," said the man who had escorted her from Bangkok, "the business of harvesting and marketing the swallows nests is a very private one, as are the majority of the recipes used in their preparation. My associates in Bangkok and I would like to know why you are asking so many questions about our business."

"I am the host of a cooking show in America," she started.

"Wait just a moment, Miss Cook," he said, "I hardly believe your present state of attire is conducive to a truthful and thorough interview. Would you be so kind as to remove your clothes for us, and then we can proceed."

"What did you say," she asked, looking at the six local men who had encircled her, "remove my clothes?"

"Yes, that is what I said," he responded, "either you remove them, or these gentlemen will remove them for you."

"What are you going to do," she asked, as her trembling fingers removed each of her clothing pieces, her shoes, her t-shirt, her jeans, her bra and her panties.

"There," she said defiantly, "are you happy now?"

"In part, Miss Cook," he said, "now please hold out your arms."

He fastened leather cuffs with chrome D-rings on each of her wrists and attached these to a leather thong which had been attached to the frame of one of the bamboo climbing structures. Her arms were then drawn up above her head until she was standing high up on her toes, her muscles straining under the tension of the position with her heels so high up off the ground. She started to sweat.

Two of the other men lifted her legs off the floor and backwards so that the man could fasten similar leather cuffs onto her ankles. These leather cuffs were also attached to a leather thong and Rachel now found herself hanging at a forty five degree angle with her feet up behind her and facing the floor. The strain on her arms, shoulders and upper back was considerable.

"Much better," the man said, "now we can conduct a much more precise interview."

"Fuck you," said Rachel, "this hurts - let me go."

"Aaaaaah, shit," she screamed, as she felt the lash of a leather strap across the soles of her feet.

"Now, perhaps you would like to tell me why you have been making so many inquiries into our business."

"Like I said, I am a cooking show host from America," she said, as the next lash fell onto the soles of her feet, "aaaaah, please, that hurts!"

"Who do you work for, Miss Cook?"

"The culinary television network in America," she said, screaming again as another last landed onto the soles of her feet, "aaaaah, shit, that hurts, please don't!"

Rachel hung helplessly in her bonds as she took a total of fifteen lashes of the leather strap on the soles of her feet, another fifteen on the round cheeks of her ass, and a further fifteen on her breasts. She was a sweaty mess with her hair stuck to her face, her tears flowing down her cheeks, and her muscles sore from her position.

"You simply will not tell us the truth, will you, Miss Cook?"

"I am telling the truth," she said, "I am the host of a cooking show in America and I'm touring the world looking for the best local foods to tell my viewers about. Nothing more than that, please believe me, I don't work for any of your competitors or anyone else you need to worry about."

"Well, Miss Cook, I'll give you this much - you are persistent."

One of the other men brought in a bowl with a thick, syrupy fluid, that looked very sweet. Using one of the tools that was normally applied to the swallows nests to remove them from the cliffs, the man generously and thickly applied the fluid to various parts of Rachel's body, thickly applying it to her armpits, her breasts, her navel, and her genitals.

"As the whipping did not seem to gain us any further information, Miss Cook," he said, "I thought perhaps we should let our guard dogs entertain you for a while."

Rachel struggled and screamed as she saw the big guard dogs coming toward her, each of the four on a leash with a handler. 

"These dogs love that sweet paste, made from various local fruits, that has been applied to your body. They will be happy to remove it for you."

"Nohohoho, aaaaah, nohohoho," Rachel screamed as the dogs licked the sweet, stickly paste from her breasts, "pleaheaheahease, nohoho."

Her nipples were gorged with blood and so stiff they hurt as the two dogs continued to lick her breasts, helplessly dangling toward the ground. They particularly concentrated on her nipples as there was more sweet paste there than anywhere else.

"Oh, shihihihit," she pleaded, "make them stohohohop."

Another handler brought his dog into range. The big dog immediately stuck his tongue deeply into her belly button and began to lick off all of the sticky paste that had been forced deeply into her navel. Rachel bucked and struggled as she tried to lift her belly away from the dog's ministrations. But it was to no avail - the dog continued to lick in and around her belly button and the forces of gravity never allowed her to lift her stomach away for more than a second or two.

"Ah, Gohohohod, pleaheahease stohohop!"

The last dog headed straight for her most private parts, licking all around Rachel's pussy and forcing his tongue deeply inside to remove the sweet paste that had been forced inside her. Not only did the dog attend thoroughly to her vagina but also to her butt crack and her asshole, which had been liberally plastered with the sweet paste.

"Ohhh, shit, pleaheahease stohohop!"

"Alright, Miss Cook, what would you like to tell me then."

"I can't tell you anything," she said, "I am only a cooking show host from America, honest, I don't work for anybody other than that. I don't know anything about your business. All I wanted was to get some new recipes."

"If that's going to be your story, Miss Cook, then I'll just have to give you something to remember us, and our swallows up above, after you leave Thailand. We still have an hour or two before we have to leave for Bangkok."

"No, please not the dogs," said Rachel, as she saw another bowl of sticky paste being brought in.

"Oh no, Miss Cook, the dogs are quite satisfied now, each having had a sweet snack that you so graciously provided."

"What's that for then?"

"You, Miss Cook, are going to feed the birds - unfortunately your hands are tied up, though, and you will not be able to give the birds their seed that way."

The man himself liberally applied the sweet, sticky paste to the soles of Rachel's feet, covering them with the stickiness from her toes to her heels, across the soft soles and down the sides as far as they could. He then poured birdseed all over the now sticky soles of her feet until they were completely covered. Some of the seed that did not adhere to her feet dropped to the floor beneath her.

"Now, Miss Cook, I'll just join the workers over there for a few drinks while you feed the birds. It will take them a few minutes to notice you, though, but don't worry - the swallows will come."

"Please, don't do this!"

"Why not, Miss Cook, don't you like animals? You are going to be closer to the swallows of Thailand than almost anyone has ever been."

Rachel tried her best not to move, knowing that movement attracts attention. After several minutes, though, she saw a swallow beneath her pecking at the bird seed. A moment later, another, and then two more.

"Aaaah, Gohohohod, aaaaah," she screamed, struggling violently in her bonds, as she felt dozens of swallows picking at the bird seed on the soles of her feet, including her soft insteps and between her toes. She screamed and screamed as the picking continued, finally passing out from the strain.

She later awakened outside of her hotel in Bangkok, her clothes having been put on for her, albeit in a dishevelled way. The man was right - she would remember the swallows for a long time to come - and she would never, ever eat birdsnest soup again. 



The Ticklish Travels of Rachel Cook Ch. 05



Part Five – Vietnam

Rachel didn't even care if she ever heard of birds nest soup again. That was unbelievable, she thought. First, she was tied up helplessly and painfully with the soles of her feet pointed up toward the ceiling of the cave where the birds nests are collected. Then she was whipped across the soles of both feet which not only hurt terribly but made the soles of her feet even more sensitive. Then they applied sticky paste and bird seed completely covering the soles of her feet and allowed the hundreds of swallows to pick at the bird seed. The tickle torture was so bad she had passed out within twenty minutes. At least that was over now. This was Vietnam, the land where all those wonderful noodle soups came from.

Her stop in Vietnam was only a short two days, one day in Ho Chi Minh City, previously known as Saigon, and one day to tour the tropical countryside to try some of the little village eateries. As Ed, the cameraman, and Rachel were driving along one of the rural highways, There were two pops, one right after the other. It was not one flat tire, but two, caused by something on the road. There were several older villagers nearby and Ed asked if any of them could speak English and perhaps help them. An arrangement was made with the villagers for one of them to accompany Ed into the city to get the tires repaired, since the one spare would not suffice, and Rachel would stay in the village. Unfortunately, Ed and the villager would not return until the following morning as any place that could repair the tires would be closed by the time they could get there.

Rachel was invited to join the villagers for supper and she dined on some nicely cooked pork, vegetables and rice, with tea. Several of the men and one of the women spoke reasonably understandable English and, of course, the topic of the Vietnam was with America came up. Rachel told them she knew nothing about the war because it had ended more than five years before she was even born.

She was told by the woman who could speak English about the experience she had during the night before the Americans withdrew in 1975. She had worked as a bar girl and a prostitute at that time, and some of the American soldiers, knowing they would be leaving Viet Nam the following day, had paid for her to come with them for the whole night. After she had removed her clothes, they tied her to a bamboo frame and raised it to a vertical position and then played cards to see who would get to tickle her for the next ten minutes, as they were drinking. It got to be a drunken tickle party, and she had been the hapless centre of attention.

One of the men told Rachel about another incident involving the Americans. He thought that the soldiers involved must have been some special intelligence unit. They had captured a young Vietnamese woman who was an officer in the Viet Cong, the rebel forces fighting the Americans at the time. After questioning her, and being satisfied that they had obtained all of the information they could, they staked her out completely naked in the jungle with grenades attached to one wrist and one ankle. If she moved in the very slightest, she would pull the pin out of a grenade and set it off a few seconds later. Honey was liberally applied to her skin and she was left in the jungle overnight. The agony caused by animals, birds and insects was unbelievable.

When they had finished eating, Rachel accompanied the villagers out of the little hut. It was dark by this time and torches had been lit around the central area of the village. Some of the men had constructed a bamboo frame consisting of two vertical and six horizontal poles. Several villagers grabbed her by the arms and her clothes were quickly removed. They then lifted Rachel by her arms and legs and placed her on the frame made of bamboo poles, while she pleaded and fought as best she could. They tied her arms apart and over her head by the wrists and elbows, tied her waist to a crossbar, spread her legs widely and tied both her knees and ankles to bamboo crossbars. They then raised the entire frame, with the hapless Rachel perfectly secured, into a vertical position.

Ten men, who had been selected by lots, started to drink and play a local game with seashells and a wooden board full of little pockets. The round took about seven minutes to play, and the winner was a toothless older villager who came over to her and picked up a freshly cut palm frond from a pile nearby. 

"No, please," she shook her head, as she saw his grinning face before her.

He showed her the palm leaf tapping its surface to demonstrate that it was stiff. He then drew the edge of the palm frond through the palm of his hand. He looked her over from head to foot and decided that the place to start was her stomach. He slowly and deliberately drew the edge of the palm leaf from side to side across her stomach, over and over, for his entire ten minutes.

"Hahahahaha, shihihihit," she laughed and screamed and cried as he continued with the palm leaf, the worst being when he drew it right across her belly button, "Nohohohoho, aaaaaaaah, oh, God, nohohohoho!"

It was a welcome break when his ten minutes were up and they played another round of their game. The winner this time was a young man, probably about her own age, in his mid twenties. His eyes were completely focused on his breasts, which were a lot bigger than those of the local Vietnamese women, pure pinkish white with gorgeous nipples whose color matched that of her lips.

"Aaaaaaaah," she cried as he drew his palm leaf over her breasts, from one side to the other over her nipples, as though the palm leaf was a knife to cut them off, "shihihihit, why are you doing this to me?"

"I can tell you that," he said, "the villagers have been praying for some revenge on my mother's behalf for the torment that the American soldiers put her through that night in 1975. They have always believed that a young American woman would come to atone for that one day. Now, you are here, and their prayers are answered."

"Let me go, please," she said, as he continued and her nipples hardened so much they hurt, "I am so ticklish. Aaaaaaah, shihihihit, get away from my nihihihipples!"

He touched her genital area with his fingers and was quite delighted that she was sopping wet with her own lubrication. Rachel was terribly ashamed, realizing that this torture had aroused her.

The next man who had won his turn went straight to Rachel's feet, which were still super sensitive from her experience with the bird in Thailand. He stroked the palm frond slowly across the sole of each foot and then weaved it up and down between her toes as she continued to beg and laugh.

"Ahahahahahaha, pleaheahease, no mohohohore," she cried, as the tickling continued.

And so it continued, until midnight, each man choosing one of her ticklish areas for his concentration - her armpits, her breasts, her sides, her stomach and her feet all had repeated turns with the palm fronds. At least, she thought, they didn't tickle my snatch - she didn't thin she could take that being as aroused as she was.

Finally, the men released her from the bamboo frame and she thought they were finally done with her. Unfortunately for Rachel, she was wrong. They walked her out into the jungle a short distance from the village and forced her to her back on the ground. They then tied her wrists and ankles to stakes in the ground and applied honey to her whole body, from head to toe, including her genitals and the soles of her feet, and a little extra between her toes and her fingers.

"No, please don't leave me here," she begged.

"This was done to one of our young women," said the younger man, "except that grenades were positioned in one of her wrist and one of her ankle ties. When she could stand it no longer, with animals, birds and insects licking and poking her, she tried to get loose and died in the ensuing blast. Of course, we are more civilized than that and we don't really want to harm you, so we will simply tie you without the grenades. We will come back for you in the morning."

"Aaaah, shit," cried Rachel, as she felt the insects climbing all over her skin. She couldn't see what they were in the dark but she surmised that they must have been ants. Her entire skin itched and she thought there must be thousands of them. 

"Nohohoho, shihihihit," she said, with nobody there to hear her, "I'm going to die here before morning."

"Hahahahahaha, shihihihit, what is thahahahahat," she laughed, as she felt a long, wide tongue licking the honey off her feet.

"Nohohohoho, go awayhayhay," she screamed, not realizing it was a leopard that was licking her feet. The leopard loved the sweetness of the honey and carefully licked all of it off her feet and from her toes. She nearly went wild as she felt the leopards velvety tongue moving between her toes, over and over and over.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah, not there," she screamed, still not realizing it was a leopard that was licking the honey off her in the dark, as she felt the long velvety tongue between her legs. 

The leopard licked her pussy from her asshole all the way to her pubic mound, forcing its soft tongue into the creases and deeply within her. While the leopard lay between her legs, purring and resting one paw on her right thigh and another on her stomach, happily putting its nails in and out on her skin, she realized it was a big jungle cat and she lay perfectly still and now remained quiet. The claws were not cutting her skin but she could sure feel the sharp edges of the five nails on her soft skin.

"Mmmmmm, aaaaaah," she moaned, gritting her teeth and carefully keeping as quiet as she could. Suddenly, her entire body stiffened into a horrific fist-clenching, toe-curling orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before. The big cat licked Rachel's face, even forcing its long tongue deeply into her mouth, and she instinctively licked the surface of the cat's tongue and sucked on its tip. Suddenly, she exploded into another intense climax, being careful not to grit her teeth and bite down on the cat's tongue. Then, as suddenly and silently as it had appeared, the cat was gone.

At dawn, the young man and two of the villagers came back to the little clearing and released Rachel from the stakes. She was given a chance to clean herself, with the help of some of the women in the village, and to get dressed. By the time Ed arrived with the tires, she had eaten breakfast and was clean and ready to go.

"Hey, Rachel," said Ed, as he arrived back at the village, "how was your night?"

"It was interesting," she said, "very interesting."

"You know we have to go straight to the airport," he said, "or we're going to miss our flight."

Before they drove away, the young man who could speak English came to Rachel and gave her a palm leaf, the very one that had been used on her the previous evening. He said that the villagers wanted her to keep it as a memento of her visit.



The Ticklish Travels of Rachel Cook Ch. 06



Part Six - Back In Tokyo

"I am so sorry, Miss Cook, there has been a booking problem with this flight and we can accommodate one of you, either yourself or your travel partner. We have a seat available on our Honolulu flight tomorrow night, though, and we will provide hotel accommodation and meals in the meantime. Now I need to know which of you will fly today, and which of you will stay in Tokyo overnight."

"I think that I should stay overnight, Ed," said Rachel, "so that you can look after the equipment. It's already on the plane. I'll just sleep and lay around the hotel pool while I wait for my flight. I'll be okay."

It was an unexpected problem with the airline. Rachel and her cameraman were on a flight from Hon Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon, enroute to their next stop in Hawaii. This required a change of planes at Tokyo International Airport. When they arrived in Tokyo to check in for the Honolulu flight, however, there had been a booking error and only one seat was available on the plane to Honolulu. One of the two would have to overnight at Narita and take the late evening flight to Hawaii on the following day. Rachel decided that Ed should go ahead, since the camera and his equipment were already on the plane. The customer agent gave Rachel a voucher for the ride to the hotel, which was only five minutes or so from the terminal.

The car was already waiting for Rachel when she made her way down to the arrivals level. All she had, of course, was her carryon bag and her purse, since her luggage had gone on to Honolulu. It wasn't too bad, though, since she had the cosmetics she needed, her toothbrush and her nightie in the carryon bag. It was quite a nice car - a large Toyota with a partition between the driver and the passengers. Rachel did not notice that doors locked and a gas started to enter the passenger compartment. Moments later, she yawned and fell asleep.

When she woke up, Rachel found herself in the sidecar of a motorcycle, which had a completely closed compartment with a tinted windshield. Her wrists had been placed in leather restraints behind her back and a seatbelt held her perfectly in place. She tried to get loose, but that was of no avail. Her hands were perfectly held behind her back and the seatbelt held her in her seat. She could not see who was driving the motorcycle as there was no window on the side where the motorcycle was attached. She had no choice but to sit in the sidecar and watch the signs and buildings go by. After about forty minutes, the same kind of gas put her to sleep again.

A little while later, Rachel began to stir. To her it seemed that no time had passed at all. She had no dreams or thoughts or sense of time while she was unconscious. But she was immediately aware that she was flat on her back in a spreadeagle position - her hands up past her head and her legs spread widely apart. Her eyes flashed open and she immediately realized she was naked too.

Yasuhiro Kato, the Japanese billionaire who had tickled her for hours in her hotel when she had been in Tokyo three weeks earlier was seated near the table to which she was secured. He was just watching her. Rachel looked around, first up at her wrists, then down at her legs, and then, when she noticed him, at him. She saw her clothes neatly folded on a cart 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," said the man, not moving from his chair, "you're awake."

"You again! Where am I?" she asked. "What the hell do you want with me? Give me my clothes and let me go."

"Not so fast, young lady," he said, as he watched her chest rise and fall, and the muscles in her arms and legs straining against her bonds, "I went to a lot of trouble, and considerable expense, to bring you here."

"And just where is this?" she asked.

"This is my home," he said, "and we are in a special sexual laboratory that I have constructed underground for the entertainment of young women like yourself, as well as for the development of my own knowledge of God's greatest invention, the perfectly beautiful and sensitive female body."

"Shit, didn't you do enough to me at the hotel three weeks ago?"

"Heavens no," he said, "that was only an introduction - I simply wanted to see if you were ticklish enough to bring to my laboratory."

"You mean that you planned all this," she asked, "like me not getting on the plane at the airport and the car waiting for me?"

"Yes, I did all that so that I could spend a little more time with you."

"I see," said Rachel, "in that case let's just get it over with so that I can go back to my hotel."

"My, your bravado is admirable," he taunted, "but I think you'll soon change your tune."

"You can't do any worse than some of the tickling I've had the last few weeks!"

"You think so, do you," he said, holding up a long, colourful feather, "I believe I have the finest collection of feathers in all of Japan, and many of them have been specially treated to make them that much more stimulating. I have cut off the very soft outer edges to leave only the stiffer bristly portion inside and then applied a special coat of chemicals that I have developed for this purpose."

"Oh, well," she said, "do your worst."

"Perhaps we'll just start with these big American tits," he said, as he started drawing the stiff feather across the baseline of her left breast, "concentrating on them like this for the first hour or two, drawing the feather across from side to side like this, moving a tiny millimetre closer up your breast and closer to your nipple with a longer and harder stroke each time."

"I don't feel much," taunted Rachel, biting her lower lip in a way that he wouldn't see it, "is that the best you can do."

"All things come to those who wait, Miss Cook," he said, as he continued to draw the feather across her breasts in ever longer and firmer strokes. Rachel's nipples were getting harder and she was starting to struggle against her restraints a little more.

"Ah," he said, "I see your body is starting to betray you - there is no woman in the world who can resist this treatment for more than a few minutes."

Rachel started to scream as the feather continued to stroke across each of her breast, one stroke after the other, relentlessly. The top portion of her left breast, then the right one - the bottom portion of her left breast, then the right one.

"Shihihihit, you're driving me crazy," she said, "it feels like my tits are going to explode. Aaaaaaah, please stop! I can't stand it."

"You see, Miss Cook, only a few hundred strokes of a single feather across your breasts and you're already begging me to stop. Unfortunately, that was only a warm-up. The tip of this feather, like its long edge, has the ability to generate some interesting reactions. I'll show you."

"Aaaaaahahahahaha," Rachel screamed and laughed as he brought the very tip of the feather to bear in her armpit. She was incredibly ticklish under her arms and this was the worst - her armpit held open and assaulted with the stiff feather.

"Stohohohohop! Hahahahahaha! Ohohohoho! Shihihihihit!"

"Well, well," he said, "that was fun - an hour on your breasts and an hour on your armpits. So what shall we do next?"

"It's enough already," said Rachel, sweaty and tired, "let me go now."

"Good heavens, Miss Cook, how can you say that after all the trouble I went to?"

"Oh, shihihihit, nohoho," she cried, as she felt the feather move from side to side across her tummy, "not thehehehere!"

It was there, though, over and over again from side to side across her stomach, her abdomen, the creases at the top of her thighs, and the tip of the feather deeply into her belly button. She bucked and arched her back as much as she could to dislodge the tip of the feather out of her navel every time he put it in there, gently turning it all around the inside of her ticklish belly button.

"Nohohoho, pleaheaheahease," she cried and laughed all at the same time, "nohoho, shihihihit!"

Suddenly, she wet herself. It had been some hours since she had been taken from the airport, and three hours of tickling already, she had to piss. Under normal circumstances, she would concentrate on holding her water until she could find a toilet. But with the tickling that she was forced to endure, concentration was impossible and her urine came flowing out of her in a powerful stream onto the floor, through the space left by her parted legs.

"Now that's not very nice, Miss Cook," he said, "you are a guest in my home, and I went to a lot of trouble to bring you here, and to thank me you piss on my floor."

"Go to hell," she said, "I can't hold it forever!"

"Such language from such a pretty girl," he said, "tut - tut, Miss Cook, you should be ashamed."

"Look at your ribs here," he said, as he started drawing the feather from top to bottom through the fleshier spaces between Rachel's ribs. She nearly went nuts from the sudden, unexpected sensation on her side. 

"Aaaahahahaha, fuhuhuhuck youhouhouhou!"

"My, that's a good spot," he said, as he brought out a small vibrator and started to work it into her armpit while he used the feather on her ribs, "perhaps I'll just use the feather there and my other little friend here in your armpit."

"Aaaaaahahahah, shihihihit, you're going to kihihihihill meheeheehee!"

Suddenly, another stream of golden yellow urine came flying out of Rachel, again landing on the floor. After a while, Master Kato stopped tickling Rachel for a few minutes to clean the floor with a mop. He even dried it. He then cleaned Rachel's genitals with an alcohol wet wipe. 

"My, my, Miss Cook," he observed, "you appear to be awfully wet inside - did I arouse you with my little bit of tickling? Look at your nipples, too - I never imagined they could get that big."

"I'll just bet the soft inside of your thighs is going to be very sensitive by now," he said, as he started to stroke the inside of each thigh with the feather. He touched the back of each knee with the vibrator, then stroked the vibrator along the tops of her thighs as he continued the stroking of the feather along the inner surfaces.

"Shihihihit, aaaaaaaaaah!" Rachel cried, "Oh, God, please let me come! I have to come! Oooooooooh!"

"Perhaps you would like me to touch your pussy with this vibrator," he said, as he moved the device along the outer edges of her genital lips, tickling the fleshy part of her butt that he could access from his position between her legs.

"Please, oh God, please," she pleaded, trying to move herself down onto the shaft of the vibrator, "please put it in."

"Oh, good heavens, Miss Cook," he said, "we haven't even finished your tickling adventure yet. How can you possibly proposition me like that?"

"Aaaaaaahahahahaha!" she laughed, as she felt the tickling start on the sole of her left foot, "not my feeheeheeheet, shihihihihit, nohohoho."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah," she screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the tip of another device, a hummingbird, touch the sole of her foot right where the little crease that divides the ball of her foot meets the instep. She lost control of her water again and a golden stream of her urine hit Master Kato directly in the face before he could get out of the way.

"So that's the way you repay my hospitality, Miss Cook," he said, wiping off his face with a moist towel, "we'll just have to spend an extra hour with these beautiful little feet of yours. Let's try this little hummingbird on your heels."

"Nooooohohoho, ahahahahahaha!"

On and on the tickling went, using the hummingbird, as well as the feather and the vibrator on every part of her feet. She nearly went ballistic when he used the hummingbird on her toes and the vibrator underneath her toes at the same time. She had nothing left anymore - she laughed but she couldn't even plead anymore. Seven hours of continuous tickling had broken her. She was sweaty, exhausted, out-of-breath and badly aroused. She had no strength anymore.

Master Kato left the room. He went to the big Japanese tile bath that he had up on another floor of the house, ensuite to his master bedroom. He filled the bath with perfectly warm water, beautifully fragranced bubble bath and expensive bath oils. He took off his clothes and put on a yukata bath robe. Then he went back downstairs to his tickling laboratory.

He unfastened the leather restraints from Rachel's ankles, knees, waist, neck, elbows and wrists, and lifted her into his arms.

"What," she said, "what are you doing?"

"Taking you to a better place," he said, "put your arms around my neck."

Rachel was too exhausted to fight him. She simply obeyed and put her arms around his neck as he carried her up to the bath. He gently lowered Rachel into the very pleasant warm water with its bubbles and its silky soft bath oil. He then supported her with one hand while he took off his yukata bath robe with the other. He lowered himself into the water behind her, and allowed her to lie down on his lap.

With a little hand held shower head, he wet her long blonde hair with warm water, stroking it gently as he did so. He applied some thick, luxurious shampoo from Shiseido, with their beautiful Zen fragrance, to her hair. With long, gentle strokes of his hand from her forehead to the back of her neck, he generously applied the shampoo and massaged her scalp. He even ran his hands gently from her temples, in front of her ears, over her ears and into her neck. Rachel just let her head lay back and exalted in the pampering, moaning softly as he continued to stroke and massage her. He then rinsed her hair and applied more shampoo to finish washing her hair.

After that, he picked up a sponge and a large bar of scented soap, the same Zen fragrance from Shiseido as the shampoo, and gently applied soap to every part of her body, washing each special part of her separately. As she lay on his lap, he lifted one of her arms and washed all around her armpit, shoulder, neck, chest and side. Then the other arm. Next, he lifted her to a sitting position and longingly lathered her back, washing and massaging her whole back from her neck to her ass, carefully massaging all of the muscles as he did so. He lowered her back down onto his lap and washed her breasts, her tummy, and her abdomen. Rachel simply lay down on his lap, all of her body from the neck down in the soft, scented oily warm water, moaning and almost purring like a kitten.

He lifted her right leg and washed it from her toes to the top of her thigh, then moving the soapy spongy to her genitals, causing her to gyrate her hips. He then finished her bath by doing the other leg from her toes to her thighs as well. He let the water run out of the bath and continued to hold her as he dried her throroughly with soft, thick towels. It took a while to dry her hair properly but he continued to apply the towels to one handful of long blonde hair at a time.

When he was finished, and had washed himself all along too, he picked up Rachel and carried her to his big king size bed in the master bedroom. He gently lowered her to the surface of the bed, laying her on the dark red satin sheet, and covered her with a matching sheet and a soft, warm goose down quilt. He held her for several hours as she slept, occasionally feeling a little tic in her arm or leg as her nervous system remembered what had happened to her earlier. She rolled over onto her right side and he put his arm around her, cuddled up to her back as she slept.

"Why did you do that to me?" she asked when she wakened.

"Because you are so beautiful," he said, "I love to tickle beautiful young women."

"My God, I never had any idea how intense that could be. The only thing now is that I'm so aroused you have to finish me. I know you're a lot older than I am but do you think you can do it for me?"

"Is that the way you ask for sex, Miss Cook," he teased, "by insulting the man you propose to have sex with?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that," she said, "it's just that I'm only twenty five years old and you must be twice that. So, it might not be the same for you as it was a long time ago."

"Now I'm not so sure I want to have sex with you, young lady."

"Shit, I'm naked in your bed with you!"

"I did notice that," he said, "I knew there was something different about you."

Rachel climbed right on top of Master Koto, gyrated her hips and made him bring her to climax three times, each one a fist-clenching, toe-curling orgasm like she had never had.

"Can I ask you something, Miss Cook?"

"Sure, of course."

"What happened to your pubic hair," he asked, "you were well endowned with it when I saw you at the hotel but now there's nearly nothing there - it looks as though it's been chopped off."

"When I was in Hong Kong, after I left Japan last time, I was invited to a little Chinese restaurant after they closed. They fed me a nice meal with three bottles of Chinese beer and then, when it got to me, they put me on one of those big stainless steel kitchen work tables and tickled the crap out of me. The first thing they did, though, was shave my pubic hair with a meat cleaver."

"A meat cleaver?" he noted, "I'll bet that hurt."

"Oh, shit, it was awful," she said, "you can imagine dry shaving yourself on the face, even being used to shaving. My pubic area was a lot more sensitive than your face would be."

"And a meat cleaver wouldn't be as sharp as a razor, either."

"No," she said, "and he just kept dragging it across my pubic mound over and over until the hair was gone. I even pissed myself - it hurt so much."

"So, are you angry with me for bringing you here?"

"I was at first," she said, "but now I'm kind of happy I met you."

"Not simply because I let you rape me just now?"

"No," she said, "and I didn't rape you - you aroused me to the point that I didn't know what I was doing!"

"That's still no excuse for raping a helpless older gentleman."

"Oh, well," she said, "too bad! You're the one who brought me here."

"I'll tell you what, Miss Cook," he started.

"Shit, will you please call me Rachel!"

"Alright," he said, "I'll tell you what, Rachel, how about I take you out to dinner. We can still make it to the best steak house in all Japan before eight o'clock. It's called the Aragawa Restaurant, in Tokyo."

After dinner, Master Kato offered to take Rachel back to her hotel, but she asked if she could come back to his house with him. They slept together that night, got up late the following morning and had a special breakfast that he made for her. They spent a wonderful day together, riding bicycles around the Matsudo neighbourhood where his home was located, had a lunch of ramen noodles along the way, spent some time in the swimming pool by his house, and cooked a lovely dinner together, the cook and the billionaire, in the kitchen together.

At the airport, Rachel asked, "Hiro, will I ever see you again?"

"You can come and see me any time you like, Rachel," he said, "here is a special telephone number where you can call me, whether you just want to talk or come for a few days. There will always be a plane ticket ready for you."

"Wow, thank you for everything."

"Bye, now," he said, "have a nice flight to Hawaii."

She kissed him, with tears in her eyes. Then she turned to go through security and out to her plane.

She turned around to look, as he waved at her, saying to himself, "bye now, sweet one, until we meet again."



The Ticklish Travels of Rachel Cook Ch. 07



Part Seven – Hawaii

Rachel was about three hours into her flight from Tokyo to Honolulu and had just finished her in-flight lunch, a wonderful red snapper meal, when she took a little time to relax and reflect on her travels. Certainly, she had tasted a lot of different dishes and collected many new recipes, but for some reason she ended up being tickled for hours everywhere she went including her hotel in Tokyo, a little Chinese restaurant in Hong Kong, a tour of the research facilities in Shanghai, the island where the birds nests came from in Thailand, a little village in Viet Nam, and a private estate in Japan. She thought that once, maybe even twice, would be a coincidence perhaps, but not six times in less than a month. Yasuhiro Kato, the billionaire in Japan was sure a nice man, though, even though he loved to tickle torture her, and he really knew how to tickle a woman, too. But he also knew how to pamper one. She cried when she left him at the airport, though, as she had slept with him twice to relieve the constant sexual arousal she had experiences in the Asian countries. He had given her his private phone number, an invitation to return at any time using an airline ticket that would always be waiting for her. She intended to use that ticket within the next few months.

Honolulu was a good experience for Rachel. She had eaten noodles at the Tsuruja Noodle Shop, which was in fact a branch of the Tokyo shop with the same name, and a wonderful dinner at Duke's Canoe Club right on Waikiki Beach. She had a delicious mahi mahi at another Hawaiian restaurant, and she attended a really good luau a short distance outside of Honolulu. In between, she had been swimming, snorkelling and sunbathing. But what about the real Hawaii, she wondered, without the influence of the Americans, the Japanese, the Chinese, or anyone else. What do they eat, she wondered, and what are their luaus and gatherings like. There was only one place in Hawaii where the real Hawaiians still lived, without the influence of outsiders - the island of Niihoa. As it was, though, nobody was allowed to go there.

She talked to the tour guide who had taken her to the luau on Oahu, outside of Honolulu, about her travels and her mission to taste authentic foods and collect recipes to use on her cooking show and in her cookbooks. He told her that he would look into the idea of Rachel's going to Niihoa, even though it was not permitted, as a special guest of a priest or priestess to attend a luau there. He asked for her hotel room and telephone numbers so that he could contact her, although he did have to convince her that there was no other motivation on his part before she would give these to him. She really did not expect him to call as Niihoa was totally off limits to everyone.

The following morning, though, he did call. He told her that he was able to make an arrangement for her to go to Niihoa, albeit in a clandestine manner, but that she would have to go alone. Neither a male nor a camera operator would be allowed to come, and Ed was both of these. Being as adventurous as always, though, Rachel didn't even hesitate in accepting the invitation. She was told that a helicopter could take her later that day, about an hour before sunset, drop her on a deserted beach at the north end of the island, and she would have to walk from there. A young Hawaiian woman, albeit of Chinese ancestry, named Allison Choi, would be going with her. The helicopter would be back to get them the following morning, about an hour after sunup.

"This is so exciting," said Rachel, "as she walked through the lobby of her hotel with Allison Choi, leaving for the helicopter base and their subsequent flight to Niihoa. Officially, they were going to Kauai, and the helicopter would then fly low on a totally unauthorized flight to Niihoa, about ten minutes away from Kauai. She was told not to tell anyone about the trip.

Rachel wore her favorite blue jeans, made of a lighter blue and softer cloth than regular jeans, a t-shirt and a matching blue denim jacket. She didn't really need the jacket, as it was quite warm in Hawaii, but it might be nice to have it during the night, if it started to get cool.

Allison Choi was a superbly beautiful young Chinese woman who also wore jeans and a t-shirt with a light windbreaker jacket. She was about twenty-four years of age and stood a perfect five foot five inches, about the same height as Rachel. At work in the hotel, though, she always looked stunning in a charcoal colored skirt and jacket with a dressy blouse, fishnet stockings and leather shoes. 

The helicopter flew along the western coast of Kauai, the garden island, where the cliffs rise from the ocean. Instead of turning eastward toward the settled part of the island, though, the helicopter turned southward and, skimming above the water, flew its two occupants to the forbidden island of Niihoa, using its quiet flight mode. A few minutes later, it landed gently on the beach.

"Come," said Allison, "the settlement is this way, about a mile down this trail."

"I don't know about this, Allison," said Rachel, "I almost feel like were being watched."

"Don't be silly, Rachel," she said, "nobody knows we're here, except the priestess in the village, and she is expecting us to come down this trail."

"Something doesn't feel right to me, though," she said, "the little hairs in my neck are standing up. Maybe we should go back."

"We can't go back now," said Allison, "the helicopter's gone, and I don't want to sit on the beach there hungry and cold all night."

"You're right, Allison," she said, "it's probably nothing anyway."

As they approached the village, almost in sight of it from the trail, Rachel and Allison were suddenly surrounded by twelve young Hawaiian girls. The all appeared to be nineteen to twenty five years old, dressed in typical Hawaiian dresses like they sell at Hilo Hattie's, with the beautiful deep brown eyes and long black hair that the legendary women of Hawaii were famous for.

"Who are you?" asked the leader of the group, "What are you doing on Niihoa?"

"The head priestess is expecting us," said Allison Choi, "we are here for the luau tonight."

"Don't you know that this is a forbidden island?" she said, "Nobody except for native Hawaiians is allowed to come here."

"Iliki," she said to one of the other girls, "go to the village, tell the head priestess about these intruders, and ask her to come here."

"Luana and Lea," she commanded, "tie their hands behind them, sit them down, and remove their shoes."

"Why do you have to take off our shoes?" asked Rachel.

"Nobody on this island is allowed shoes or socks," she said, "everybody must be barefoot."

"Look at their feet, Leilani," said Luana, "they could provide some fun for the entire night."

"Yea, Leilani," said Lea, "we haven't had captives here in a long time."

"They do have nice feet, soft and smooth," said Leilani, "but we have to wait for Iloka, you know that."

"Please, Leilani, let's just see how sensitive they are - we won't hurt them."

"Okay," she said, "but don't do anything that's going to offend Iloka - I don't want to be punished."

"I'll try this girl first," said Luana, bringing her fingers down to the sole of her foot, "hey you, what's your name?"

"Allison Choi," she said, starting to giggle as Luana stroked her fingers over the sole of her foot, "from Hohohohohonoluhuhuhulu."

"Oh, she is really ticklish, Leilani," she said, "she's going to be fun."

"Don't touch my feet," said Rachel, as she saw Lea's fingers disappear under her foot, "I'm too ticklish."

"Look how white her feet are, Leilani," said Lea, "and big too."

"I do not have big feeheeheeheet," said Rachel, as Lea started to stroke the sole of her foot, "they're only sihihihize eighehehehehet!"

"What's your name?"

"Aaaaah, shihihit," she laughed, "Rahahahachel Coohoohoohook."

"Leilani," a voice suddenly asked, "what is going on here?"

"We have intruders, high priestess."

"They are guests, Leilani," she said, "coming for the luau this evening."

"I'm sorry, high priestess," she said, "I didn't know."

"You should have checked with me in the village before you allowed your girls to tickle them."

"Yes, high priestess, Leilani is sorry," she said.

"Let us proceed, before the luau, to the sacred clearing."

The high priestess, the twelve Hawaiian girls and the two visitors, all walked in a single file through the island's trees to the sacred clearing, a special clearing in the jungle where the high priestess and her apprentices conducted various rites and ceremonies. She walked into the centre of the clearing and stopped below a wooden frame made up of two vertical poles and a horizontal pole across the top about seven feet above the ground. Three pairs of leather cuffs dangled down from the horizontal pole from a length of chain that could be drawn up over the horizontal pole and attached to a hook in the ground on the other side.

"Leilani," she said, "come to me!"

"I'm sorry high priestess!"

"Remove your clothes!"

Leilani complied and was soon completely naked before Iloka, who then fastened the centre pair of wrist cuffs onto her arms. She nodded and two of the other girls pulled on the chain raising Leilani high up onto her toes. Another of the girls brought the high priestess a very flexible bamboo switch.

"Do you know what you have done, Leilani?"

"Yes, high priestess."

The bamboo switch whistled through the air and landed on Leilani's naked ass with a thwack, causing the hapless Hawaiian girl to scream. She took ten of these lashes across her ass, the small of her back and the back of her thighs. Her chest was heaving with her efforts to breathe.

"Luana, Lea," called the high priestess, "come before me and remove your clothes!"

The two girls immediately complied, removing their Hawaiian dresses and standing before the high priestess. Four of the other girls buckled the wrist restraints onto the two girls who were then also drawn high onto their toes by the chain. 

"You two, visitors," said the high priestess, "come before me."

"Oh, shit!" Rachel quietly said to Allison.

"Yes, high priestess?" asked Allison Choi.

"Here I have the feathers of the rare kikiloa bird," she said, "you will each take one and tickle Leilani until I tell you to stop. To assist you in this task, four of the other girls will tickle Luana and Lea, so that you may see how it should be done. If you do not comply, and tickle her as demonstrated by the other girls, you will replace Luana and Lea for their punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, high priestess," they both said.

The other girls started to tickle Luana and Lea at their elbows, moving their long, stiff feathers down the inner surfaces of their upper arms, through their armpits and down their sides. The two visitors did the same thing to Leilani's arms and armpits, stroking up and down and in circles inside her armpits repeatedly.

"Hahahahaha, nohohohoho," the girls laughed and cried, throwing their heads back as the relentless tickling continued.

The girls then moved their feathers to Luana and Lea's breast, stomach and abdomen, and Allison and Rachel followed suit. The girls howled with laughter as the tickling continued, their nipples hardening and swelling painfully. The tickling of the three beautiful Hawaiian maidens continued for an hour before the high priestess ordered them to stop.

Rachel loved the luau that evening as she feasted on the many different native Hawaiian dishes that had been prepared. Both Allison and Rachel thoroughly enjoyed the Hawaiian dancing as the dinner progressed, and they even danced in the middle of the village themselves, after some prodding by the natives. They also drank quite a bit of the native tooba, a powerful alcoholic drink made from coconuts and cane sugar. Toward the end of the evening, though, two bamboo tables were carried into the clearing.

"Tonight we have been graced by visitors from across the sea," started the high priestess, "who have been a part of our luau this evening. In this respect, we have made them welcome in our midst. They are still intruders on our island, however, and as such must be properly punished for their coming to this forbidden island. To this end, and to satisfy the great gods of the skies and the ocean waters, they must provide the sacrifice as prescribed by Polynesian custom."

"Bring the visitors forward," she said, "to stand before me."

"You will remove your clothes!"

"No, high priestess," said Allison, "I will not remove my clothes in the middle of your village."

"And you, blonde lady?"

"No, I will not."

Suddenly, the girls found themselves in powerful hands as their shirts were pulled up over their heads, their pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down over their feet, their bras and panties were removed. They were lifted onto the bamboo tables and their wrists and ankles were fastened to the corners. Two young Hawaiian women took a position by each of the girls' feet and one on each of the girls sides.

"Because you have intruded into this forbidden community," said the high priestess, "and to appease our gods, you will provide the gift of laughter, a sacrifice from you to our gods, who find the sound pleasant. This will continue until the sun rises into the sky."

"Aaaaaaah, shihihihihit," cried Rachel as she felt the feathers attack the soles of her feet, the spaces between and beneath her toes, and her stomach all at the same time.

"Nohohohoho, pleaheaheaheahease," screamed Allison Choi, arching her back as much as she possibly could, "dohohohohon't tihihickle mehehehehe!"

"Pleaheahease, nohohoho," screamed Rachel as she twisted her body from side to side and threw her head back in agony, banging her head onto the bamboo surface of the table to overcome the sensations.

The tickling on their feet was incredible - as they curled their toes, the second girl would stroke a feather over the upper surfaces of their feet, then when the straightened their feet, the first girl would pull the feather across the soft, sensitive insteps - and the very worst was when the feathers of both girls met between their toes.

While this tickling was going on, though, Leilana, Luana, Lea and Iliki, seated by the sides of the sweating, straining young Rachel and Allison, drew their stiff feathers in long strokes across their navels, stomachs, abdomen and breasts, as the screaming and struggling continued. On and on the tickling went, with no respite, until the sun started to rise.

When the sun started to rise, the tickling stopped at a signal from the high priestess. Allison and Rachel's were released, given their clothes in their arms and driven, naked, from the village and back up the trail. A short distance away from the village, when they were alone, they got dressed, and then continued the rest of the way to the beach at the northern tip of Niihoa. As they emerged from the jungle, sweaty and dishevelled from a hellish night in the village, the helicopter was landing to pick them up and return them to Honolulu. 



The Ticklish Travels of Rachel Cook Ch. 08



Part Eight – Alaska

Rachel was quite excited about the next stop on her first international tour, which had not gone exactly as planned with her being tickled almost everywhere she went, almost like she had an invisible mark on her that read tickle me. Rachel, being from a rural area in the northeast, loved to get out into nature - to go camping by a lakeside and to be alone for a time. Not only that, she was going to buy a brand new pair of Kodiak boots for hiking.

She only had three days in Alaska, to visit some restaurants, to go shopping, and to spend a night in the wild. She would visit one restaurant after arrival, sampling the reindeer stew that it was well-known for in this area. The following day, she would buy her new boots in the morning so that she could wear them for the rest of that day to break them in. Lunch would be reindeer soup at a small eatery she had read about, and supper would be fresh Alaskan wild salmon. She had arranged with the hotel for a small pup tent and a few other things to take along to a nice isolated lake not far from the city that the staff had told her about.

All went according to plan. She had visited the three restaurants, taken care of her video reports so that Ed could go back to New York with the tapes and materials they had amassed on their trip, and she had bought her Kodiak boots in the morning. After wearing her new boots all day and hiking to the isolated lake the staff had told her about, though, her feet were sore and Rachel was certain that she had blisters on her feet. Once she had set up her tent, she decided to soak her feet in some water from the lake to which she would add all the salt she had with her, nearly half a pound. She was very fond of salty foods, often saying the saltier the better, and always made sure she had extra salt with her. Today, though, for her sore feet, the salt was going to be particularly useful, and it felt so good to soak her feet in the salted water for at least an hour. She crawled into the little pup tent and quickly fell asleep.

Rachel woke up with a start when her pup tent collapsed around her. Someone, or something, was there and had hit her little pup tent. She didn't move, other than to open a little hole in the fabric of the tent to see who, or what, was out there. It was early in the morning and the sun was only just rising in the sky, perhaps three o'clock. Being late summer, the sun was no longer up through the entire night. When she looked through the hole in the fabric, she saw a moose - a wild animal related to the deer and elk, about the size of a horse and six times as strong. It was rummaging around at the other end of the tent, sniffing at her things. Then it found what it was looking for.

"Shit," said Rachel, trying to fight her way out of the collapsed tent as the moose started to lick her feet. It had sensed the salt that was no soaked deeply into the skin of her feet and dried overnight. Rachel struggled fiercely to get away, but the more she fought against the fabric of the collapsed tent, the more she wrapped herself in the material. 

"Hahahahahahahaha, shihihihihihit," she laughed, "ahahahahahaha, heeeeeeeeelp, somebohohohody, pleaheahease!"

The moose, with its long, wide velvety tongue and cold, wet nose, kept on licking and muzzling around her feet, licking the tops, the bottoms and the soles of her feet relentlessly. There was simply no escape. The more she fought against the fabric, the more mummified she got to be as it wrapped around her. Even her arms ended up pinned against her sides.

Before long, other moose arrived to get some of the salt, too. The salt was a great treat for them and something they rarely, if ever, got to taste. The worst of the tickling, though, was when the big moose ran its long, velvety tongue over the soles of her feet and when the little newborn moose licked her toes.

"Shihihihihihit, go awayhayhayhay," she cried, "youhouhou're kihihihihiling mehehehehehehehe!"

"Ahahahahahahaha," she cried, "I've gohohot to pihihihihiss!"

By the time four hours had passed, and the herd of moose had satisfied itself with the salt from her feet, Rachel had pissed herself several times. Her jeans, panties, even her t-shirt and the fabric of the tent itself were soaked. It took her nearly half an hour to untangle herself from the tent. 

"Shit!" she said to herself, "What the hell was that all about? I soak my sore feet in salt water and the damn wildlife comes and tickles the piss out of me. Now I'm soaking wet all over."

Since the lake was quite isolated, and there was nobody around anywhere, Rachel decided to take off her wet clothes and wash them in the lake. Then, while they were on tree branches drying, she would go for a dip in the lake to soak in the cool water and to clean herself. She was a sweaty, pee-soaked mess from head to foot.

Pretty soon she was sitting in the cool water, gently massaging her soft feet, which were sore from the previous days walking and still tingled from the visit by the herd of moose. She stretched her young body to its fullest length in the water, keeping only her face above the surface so that she could breathe. She even spread her arms and legs widely so that every little spot of her could be soaked in the cool Alaskan water. As she did so, she felt little nibbles on her toes, her feet, her genitals, her tummy, her nipples and under her arms. She sat up in the water and saw all the fish that had been nipping at her, perhaps thinking she was something to eat and discovering it was not so. Some of the fish were still nibbling at her toes.

"Hey you guys," she said, "stop that - it tickles."

When Rachel got out of the water, completely naked as she was, she checked her clothes to see if anything was dry yet. But the only thing that had dried so far was the thin, plastic-like fabric of the pup tent. She was quite exhausted from the tickling that the herd of moose had inflicted on her, taking a leisurely and torturous four hours to lick all of the salt from her feet, and she decided to put the tent fabric on the ground as a mat and to sleep on it face down. If anybody came, she thought, all they would see is her bare ass. So, she fell asleep again by the shore of the lake.

Rachel woke up with a start as she felt a cold nose in the crack of her ass, forcing its way between her thighs, a strong tongue trying to lick at her pussy. She knew not to move too quickly and opened her eyes, as she faced the lake. She saw a large mother Kodiak bear in the shallow water at the edge of the lake trying to catch a fish. As she turned her head, she saw three small bear cubs investigating the various parts of her body, realizing then that the smell of the fish who had nipped at her must be all over her skin.

"Stop that, you guys," she said to the bear cubs, rolling over onto her back.

The mother bear, who was fishing about thirty feet away, growled softly as she heard Rachel and saw her roll over onto her back. The cubs meanwhile started to lick every part of Rachel's body where they could smell the fish, starting with her stomach, her nipples and her feet, all at the same time.

"Ahahahahaha, shihihihihit!" Rachel screamed softly, through clenched teeth, as she kept a constant eye on the mother bear. It was terrible - she had three small bear cubs licking her feet, her belly button and her nipples, and she couldn't even make a sound without risking her life.

"Ohohohohohoho, mmmmmmmmmmmhph, ahahahahahahahahaha," she laughed, through her clenched teeth, desperately trying not to move.

One of the cubs started nosing around her pubic hair and pushing its cold, wet nose into the vee-shaped crevice as Rachel tried desperately to keep her legs together. A moment later, the other two cubs started to push their noses into her armpits as she held her arms tightly to her sides.

"No," she said quietly, "don't do that."

The bear cubs started to make little threatening sounds. Their mother growled at Rachel, without moving from her fishing spot. She kept watching for fish, but eyeing Rachel at the same time. Realizing she had no choice in the matter, at the risk of her young life, she spread-eagled herself, putting her arms above her head and her legs widely apart. 

She laughed and cursed as quietly as she could, with her teeth clenched tightly together, and her fists clenched tightly, as the bear cubs licked her armpits. One of them got tired of that and moved back to her feet. 

Rachel knew she was becoming sexually excited with the licking going on between her legs. She had desperately tried to resist any sexual arousal but that was to no avail at all. As a young woman in her mid-twenties, her body's sexual responses were at their peak. While Rachel's own juices started to flow, more and more liberally, the bear cub increased his licking to taste the new flavor that was appearing on his tongue. She threw her head back and arched her back as the sensations became more and more intense. Not only that, but the licking in her armpits and on the soles of her feet went on and on, stopping only for a cold, wet muzzle to investigate her sensitive tickle spots.

"Aahahahahahaha, shihihihit," she said, through tightly clenched teeth, squeezing her eyes, her hips involuntarily bucking up and down to meet each stroke of the tongue on her young pussy, "I'm going to come! Oh, shihihihihit!"

"Aaah, mmmmmm, aaaah," she mewled through her gritted teeth, never taking her eyes off the mother bear who could get to her in a few seconds, "I'm going to come, oh shit, I'm going to come, aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

At the very moment the mother bear caught a huge fish in her mouth, Rachel exploded into a fist-clenching, teeth-gritting, toe-curling orgasm, unable to help herself - even unable to cry out for fear of her life. With her fish in her mouth, though, the mother bear started to walk away, and the three cubs walked away with her, leaving Rachel lying on the fabric of the tent. 

As her clothes were dry by this time, she got dressed and hiked back to the hotel. There was still some time before she had to go to the airport, so after packing her things, Rachel went to the little restaurant for another bowl of reindeer stew. The owner of the restaurant, being alone with Rachel as the lunch hour was over, noticed that she had some trouble walking in her new boots. He offered to massage her sore feet, and Rachel was more than happy to accept that offer, quickly removing her boots and socks.

"Oh, Simon," she said, "that feels so good! What are you putting on my feet, though?"

"It's whale blubber," he said, "it smells a little but you can wash your feet after I'm done massaging them."

After Simon had finished massaging Rachel's delicious size 8 feet with the whale blubber, he brought out a big bowl of reindeer stew, some freshly-baked bread and a big mug of steaming hot coffee for each of them. His two big Alaskan Husky dogs came and laid down under the table waiting for something to eat, too. When they got a whiff of Rachel's feet, though, with the whale blubber massaged into the skin, they turned around and started licking the toes and soles of Rachel's feet. She, on the other hand, didn't want to let on that something was happening to Simon, who she liked, and she simply sat at the table, eating and giggling, as the man chatted with her. The dogs, however, kept on licking the whole time she was at the table.

Rachel finished her lunch, which Simon had told her was on the house, and went to the washroom to wash her feet and put her socks and boots back on. Then it was back to her hotel room for a telephone call she wanted to make.

"Hello," she said, "is that Yasuhiro Kato?"

"Hi, Hiro, it's Rachel. Yes, of course, I'm fine, thank you. I'm in Anchorage, and I was just thinking about you since we had two such great nights together."

"Yes, Hiro. Did you mean it when you said I could come back to visit anytime?"

"Oh, good. Can I come now?"

"Yes, I miss you already. No, I don't know why. All I know is that I want to come back to see you and be with you for a while."

"Yes, I know you'll probably tickle me. It's okay."

"You'll meet me in Sapporo? Okay."

"In about six hours? Your private jet? Okay, I'll wait for it."

"Okay, see you soon! Bye, bye!"