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This is a story inspired by true events. In 1903, a suicidal patient at the Hudson River State Hospital, was restrained to a bed for his own safety and was tickled by a drunken hospital attendent. I hope you enjoy my fictional interpretation of the incident.
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Aureile Laflamme lay in her bed, completely immobile. Her seafoam green hospital gown gently rose up and down as she focused her attention on her steady breaths. She wanted to scream and burst free of her restraints, but doing so would only attract the attention of the hospital attendents, who would most likely drug her again.
Why she was in this situation was quite tricky. The beautiful daughter of French immigrants, she arrived in the United States when she was just a little girl. Her light blonde hair, blue eyes, and charming personality made the transition easy. She made many friends, attracted much attention from the opposite sex, and lived a seemingly perfect life for the next 20 years of her life.
However, things were not as good as they appeared. Aureile's father was an violent alcoholic, screaming profanities at Aureile and her mother on a daily basis and belittling them whenever he had the chance. He beat her and violated her on more than one occasion, which scarred her mentally and emotionally. Because of this, Aureile grew up with no sense of confidence and developed severe depression and a fear of being touched by the time she was an adult. Therapy wasn't readily avaliable, and those with mental disorders were treated like subhumans in the early 1900s, so after three suicide attempts, Aureile was admitted into the Hudson River State Hospital. She behaved very well for the first few months, but after a triggering event with another patient she attempted suicide once more, thus being confined to her bed for her own safety.
The thoughts didn't go away. Aureile felt as miserable as ever, and only wished to be freed so she could run away from this place. She hated how vulnerable the restraints made her feel. There were soft leather straps wrapped tight around her ankles, knees, hips, biceps, elbows, wrists, and forehead. The most she could do was wiggle her toes and fingers slightly. Her paranoia and anxiety increased the more she thought about how vulnerable she was. It was unlikely anybody would come in this late, especially to this area of the hospital. The attendents usually avoided this area at night.
Aureile tried to relax and breathe slowly, when she began hearing heavy footsteps from the hallway. Her eyes strained to see the door, which was slightly ajar with the hallway lights peeking through the crack. A shadowy figure bumped the door open, and in stumbled a drunken man in his attendent uniform. She recognized him as one of the evening workers. She disliked him because he always smelled like alcohol and made snide remarks about her body and physical appearance, which reminded her of her father.
The man seemed surprised to see Aureile in the room, her body tense with fear and panic. The sight of her tied up so helplessly aroused him, and he made his way towards the frightened young woman.
"Well well... look what we have here," he droned in his drunken stupor. Chills went down Aureile's spine as she imagined what this man would do to her.
"Please... just leave me alone... please don't hurt me..." Aureile babbled almost incoherantely. The man chuckled, amused by her anxiety.
"Baby, I'd never harm such a pretty thing like you... such beautiful hair..." he ran his fingers through her hair, Aureile flinching at the touch. "Such a pretty face..." he gently stroked her cheek as she struggled to move her face away. "And such soft skin..." He traced his fingers down her neck and onto her arm. Aureile let out a tiny squeal, both surprising and amusing the man even more.
"You like that, sweetie? I can do it again." He walked his fingers down her stomach, causing her to jerk her waist from side to side in attempt to escape. But her restraints held tight; she couldn't move a muscle. He snaked his way down her legs and towards her feet.
"You seem jumpy, is something the matter?" He began teasing the tops of her feet lightly, causing her to giggle against her will. He wiggled his digits on the tops of her toes and gently dragged his fingernails at the base of her toes. By now she was giggling out loud.
"Heeheee... stop it, please...."
"What's wrong? Is someone a little ticklish?"
"No no no no... please just stop...."
"Oh, you're not? So you won't mind if I do this?"
The man dug his fingers into the soles of her feet. Aureile screamed and laughed at the top of her lungs. She was very ticklish, especially on her feet. Her toes squirmed and tried to avoid his touch, but they were bound too tightly and he would not let up on his torturous spider tickling.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA, no no no don't!!! HAHAHAHA STAHAHAP PLEEEEASE!!"
The man simply laughed at her suffering, ignoring her pleas for mercy. After a few minutes, he made his way up her legs. He tickled her ankles, her calves, and the backs of her knees for what felt like years, delighting in her obvious torment. He squeezed her kneecaps and upper thighs, making her scream in ticklish agony. He pushed her gown up to her chest, leaving her entire body exposed. He stroked her hipbones with grueling precision, sending Aureile into silent laughter. He finished the lower body by spider tickling all over her thighs and right above her lady area. Aureile felt like she was going insane from the torture.
"Hahahhahaaa... no more... please no more... stop tickling me please..."
"Awww. Poor baby. So sensitive, you can't even stand a little tickling...?"
Finally, he reached her belly. He used one finger to tease her bellybutton, making her squirm in place with what little room she had. He dug his fingers into her sides, reveling in the way she tried to buck her hips to avoid the maddening touch. He massaged her ribs until she started to cry, and applied more pressure when she started screaming. Aureile's face was bright red, and her hair was plastered against her sweaty forehead. She didn't know how much more she could take.
"Please stop... I can't stand it anymore... stop it!!!"
The man just laughed as he continued his torture, tickling her underarms until her begging was reduced to loud belly laughs. Afterwards, he tickled her neck for a few minutes until he got bored and decided to go back to her feet. Her soles were baby soft and smooth to the touch, and he relished every moment his hands touched them.
Aureile was screeching like a madwoman, which attracted the attention of the night attendents. They burst into her room and saw the man tickling the living daylights out of the poor young girl. Accusing him of rape, they alerted the authorities and had the man arrested. He was put on trial and sentenced to twenty years in prison.
Poor Aureile went mad from the incident. She was put into solitary confinement and threw a large fit if anyone got close to her or tried to touch her. It was said she died in that room due to a heart attack induced by an extremely vivid nightmare, where she trashed and laughed maniacally in her sleep, as if she was being tortured once more. Some say you can still hear her screams if you walk down that dimly lit hallway...
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Aureile Laflamme lay in her bed, completely immobile. Her seafoam green hospital gown gently rose up and down as she focused her attention on her steady breaths. She wanted to scream and burst free of her restraints, but doing so would only attract the attention of the hospital attendents, who would most likely drug her again.
Why she was in this situation was quite tricky. The beautiful daughter of French immigrants, she arrived in the United States when she was just a little girl. Her light blonde hair, blue eyes, and charming personality made the transition easy. She made many friends, attracted much attention from the opposite sex, and lived a seemingly perfect life for the next 20 years of her life.
However, things were not as good as they appeared. Aureile's father was an violent alcoholic, screaming profanities at Aureile and her mother on a daily basis and belittling them whenever he had the chance. He beat her and violated her on more than one occasion, which scarred her mentally and emotionally. Because of this, Aureile grew up with no sense of confidence and developed severe depression and a fear of being touched by the time she was an adult. Therapy wasn't readily avaliable, and those with mental disorders were treated like subhumans in the early 1900s, so after three suicide attempts, Aureile was admitted into the Hudson River State Hospital. She behaved very well for the first few months, but after a triggering event with another patient she attempted suicide once more, thus being confined to her bed for her own safety.
The thoughts didn't go away. Aureile felt as miserable as ever, and only wished to be freed so she could run away from this place. She hated how vulnerable the restraints made her feel. There were soft leather straps wrapped tight around her ankles, knees, hips, biceps, elbows, wrists, and forehead. The most she could do was wiggle her toes and fingers slightly. Her paranoia and anxiety increased the more she thought about how vulnerable she was. It was unlikely anybody would come in this late, especially to this area of the hospital. The attendents usually avoided this area at night.
Aureile tried to relax and breathe slowly, when she began hearing heavy footsteps from the hallway. Her eyes strained to see the door, which was slightly ajar with the hallway lights peeking through the crack. A shadowy figure bumped the door open, and in stumbled a drunken man in his attendent uniform. She recognized him as one of the evening workers. She disliked him because he always smelled like alcohol and made snide remarks about her body and physical appearance, which reminded her of her father.
The man seemed surprised to see Aureile in the room, her body tense with fear and panic. The sight of her tied up so helplessly aroused him, and he made his way towards the frightened young woman.
"Well well... look what we have here," he droned in his drunken stupor. Chills went down Aureile's spine as she imagined what this man would do to her.
"Please... just leave me alone... please don't hurt me..." Aureile babbled almost incoherantely. The man chuckled, amused by her anxiety.
"Baby, I'd never harm such a pretty thing like you... such beautiful hair..." he ran his fingers through her hair, Aureile flinching at the touch. "Such a pretty face..." he gently stroked her cheek as she struggled to move her face away. "And such soft skin..." He traced his fingers down her neck and onto her arm. Aureile let out a tiny squeal, both surprising and amusing the man even more.
"You like that, sweetie? I can do it again." He walked his fingers down her stomach, causing her to jerk her waist from side to side in attempt to escape. But her restraints held tight; she couldn't move a muscle. He snaked his way down her legs and towards her feet.
"You seem jumpy, is something the matter?" He began teasing the tops of her feet lightly, causing her to giggle against her will. He wiggled his digits on the tops of her toes and gently dragged his fingernails at the base of her toes. By now she was giggling out loud.
"Heeheee... stop it, please...."
"What's wrong? Is someone a little ticklish?"
"No no no no... please just stop...."
"Oh, you're not? So you won't mind if I do this?"
The man dug his fingers into the soles of her feet. Aureile screamed and laughed at the top of her lungs. She was very ticklish, especially on her feet. Her toes squirmed and tried to avoid his touch, but they were bound too tightly and he would not let up on his torturous spider tickling.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA, no no no don't!!! HAHAHAHA STAHAHAP PLEEEEASE!!"
The man simply laughed at her suffering, ignoring her pleas for mercy. After a few minutes, he made his way up her legs. He tickled her ankles, her calves, and the backs of her knees for what felt like years, delighting in her obvious torment. He squeezed her kneecaps and upper thighs, making her scream in ticklish agony. He pushed her gown up to her chest, leaving her entire body exposed. He stroked her hipbones with grueling precision, sending Aureile into silent laughter. He finished the lower body by spider tickling all over her thighs and right above her lady area. Aureile felt like she was going insane from the torture.
"Hahahhahaaa... no more... please no more... stop tickling me please..."
"Awww. Poor baby. So sensitive, you can't even stand a little tickling...?"
Finally, he reached her belly. He used one finger to tease her bellybutton, making her squirm in place with what little room she had. He dug his fingers into her sides, reveling in the way she tried to buck her hips to avoid the maddening touch. He massaged her ribs until she started to cry, and applied more pressure when she started screaming. Aureile's face was bright red, and her hair was plastered against her sweaty forehead. She didn't know how much more she could take.
"Please stop... I can't stand it anymore... stop it!!!"
The man just laughed as he continued his torture, tickling her underarms until her begging was reduced to loud belly laughs. Afterwards, he tickled her neck for a few minutes until he got bored and decided to go back to her feet. Her soles were baby soft and smooth to the touch, and he relished every moment his hands touched them.
Aureile was screeching like a madwoman, which attracted the attention of the night attendents. They burst into her room and saw the man tickling the living daylights out of the poor young girl. Accusing him of rape, they alerted the authorities and had the man arrested. He was put on trial and sentenced to twenty years in prison.
Poor Aureile went mad from the incident. She was put into solitary confinement and threw a large fit if anyone got close to her or tried to touch her. It was said she died in that room due to a heart attack induced by an extremely vivid nightmare, where she trashed and laughed maniacally in her sleep, as if she was being tortured once more. Some say you can still hear her screams if you walk down that dimly lit hallway...
