THE TICKLISH TRAVELS OF RACHEL COOK PART ONE â€“ 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. â€œYukio,â€ he asked his waiter, â€œwho is that blonde girl over there â€“ sheâ€™s quite pretty. Iâ€™ve been watching her for several minutes now.â€ â€œAh-so desu-ka,â€ said Yukio, â€œher 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.â€ â€œAh-so,â€ he said, â€œis she staying in the hotel?â€ â€œYes, I believe so,â€ he said, â€œwould you like to meet her?â€ â€œPerhaps Iâ€™ll meet her later, in a somewhat different setting, Yukio,â€ he said, taking a medical capsule from a special container in his pocket, â€œIâ€™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.â€ â€œOf course, Kato-san,â€ said Yukio, â€œyou have always taken good care of me by helping with my childrenâ€™s school fees. Iâ€™ll find out her room number and arrange for a key to open it.â€ â€œThankyou, Yukio,â€ he said, â€œas the waiter returned to work.â€ â€œItâ€™s all arranged,â€ Yukio said as he returned to the table, â€œshe 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.â€ â€œExcellent, my friend,â€ Master Kato replied, â€œI will give her an evening of great laughter. Would you like to join me?â€ â€œNo, I donâ€™t think so,â€ he said, â€œmy wife will be very angry if I donâ€™t go directly home after work.â€ â€œThankyou, Yukio,â€ Master Kato replied, as he got up from his table, â€œhave a good night.â€ â€œYou, too, my friend, Iâ€™ll see you tomorrow.â€ 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 wasnâ€™t going anywhere. â€œWell, well,â€ she heard a manâ€™s voice from the darker alcove off the side of the room, â€œyouâ€™re awake.â€ â€œWhere am I?â€ she asked. â€œWhat the hell do you want with me? Give me my clothes and let me go.â€ â€œNow, that doesnâ€™t sound very hospitable coming from a young woman touring various countries to experience everything that she can,â€ he taunted, as he walked around the bed admiring her, â€œI thought you were a friendly and eager young television personality.â€ â€œNot like this,â€ she said, watching him as he moved to her right foot, â€œlet me go or Iâ€™ll scream!â€ â€œThis room is on the traffic side of the hotel and is quite soundproof,â€ he told her, â€œand the rooms on either side are empty so you can scream all you want and nobody will hear you.â€ â€œMy,â€ he said, as he stroked her right foot, â€œyour little feet are cold.â€ â€œDonâ€™t,â€ she said, â€œthat tickles!â€ â€œDonâ€™t,â€ he mocked her, â€œthat tickles! You sure are cute, though, and your pussy is so pretty.â€ 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. â€œPlease let me go,â€ she pleaded, â€œI have to go see my staff.â€ 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 â€œWhat a nice little pussy.â€ â€œCome on, sir, please leave me alone,â€ Rachel pleaded, as he moved all ten of his wiggling fingers toward her armpits, â€œNo, aaah, no, please, Iâ€™m tihihihiklish, ha-ha-ha-ha!â€ 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. â€œWell,â€ he taunted, â€œsomebody is ticklish under her arms. I wonder what would happen if I moved my finger down this way.â€ 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 â€œdohohohohonâ€™t pleeheeheese, aaaaahâ€ 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. â€œMy, my,â€ he said, â€œitâ€™s too bad I donâ€™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.â€ He took the fudo out of a little bag, and approached her with it, as she pleaded, â€œNo, please, no, Iâ€™ll die.â€ â€œAll because of a little Japanese pen,â€ he taunted, â€œmy, you are so weak!â€ 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. â€œShit,â€ she screamed, â€œfuck you-hoo-hoo-hoo.â€ 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. â€œFuhuhuhuck you-hoo-hoo! Youâ€™re kihihihilling me!â€ â€œMy God,â€™ he teased, â€œsuch language from a beautiful girl. How are you ever going to get married with a mouth like that?â€ 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. â€œWhat about your little feet here,â€ he taunted, â€œare they as ticklish as the rest of you?â€ â€œNo, God no, please,â€ she pleaded, as his wiggling fingers neared her feet, â€œnot my fee-hee-heet. Aaaaaah-ha-ha-haaa.â€ After a minute or so of gently tickling the sole of her left foot, and another minute of tickling the right, he stopped. â€œWell,â€ he said to her, â€œI think weâ€™ve found a very nice place to tickle on these delicious little feet of yours.â€ â€œPlease, no,â€ she cried, as he leaned down and kissed her left foot, â€œI canâ€™t stand it there!â€ As she looked in horror, he flicked his tongue at her while approaching the toes of her left foot. â€œAaaaah, nooooo!â€ 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.