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Originally posted here: Katie and Sage's Exposure Therapy: A Tickle Story
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Synopsis:
Due to an overzealous ER procedure, Katie is wrongfully committed to a mental hospital. Bound down in an isolation room, her provocative, sharp-tongued attitude pisses off the night shift nurse, who takes matters into her own hands — literally — by tickling Katie throughout the night.
The next day, Katie is moved to a shared room with Sage, a fragile young woman gripped by a debilitating fear of tickling. Katie thought she was done being tickled, but instead, she gets roped into Sage’s exposure therapy.
Will Katie be discharged swiftly? Or will her stay be extended?
And what about Sage? Will her torturous therapy work? Or will it reinforce her phobia?
Read on to find out!
A young woman bearing a remarkable similarity to the comedian Kat Stickler is being escorted out of a hospital’s ER by two policemen with her wrists cuffed behind her back. She’s 23-years-old, has white skin, average height, a well toned body, long brown hair and brown eyes. She’s wearing jeans, a t-shirt, black socks and sneakers.
“I don’t have a psychological issue! I don’t belong in a mental hospital! That nurse is a moron! OUCH! You’re hurting my arm!” she protests, struggling against the officers.
“Please stop resisting. You’re hurting yourself,” one of them says.
“This is ridiculous! I was just feeling suicidal because of a rare reaction to a pain medicine! This isn’t a psychological issue! It’s a physical issue!”
“We’re just doing our job, Miss.”
“I’m not even planning to kill myself! All I said was how the pills make me feel! Suicidal ideation isn’t the same as intent! For crying out loud, I only came to the hospital because I found out that I’m allergic to the pills I was prescribed!” she protests, but the cops drive her to a mental hospital against her wishes, as they are required to do when an ER identifies a suicidal patient.
The young woman is now wrestling with three orderlies. This is taking place inside a small, windowless, sterile-looking room, with nothing inside except for a gurney with psychiatric restraints and a camera on the ceiling.
“Stand still! Crazy bitch! Lay her down!” one of the men barks.
“AHHHHH!” she screams as they pick her up by her arms, then slam her down on the gurney.
“Strap her wrist!” another man shouts.
“I’M NOT GOING TO KILL MYSELF! I’M NOT! I DON’T BELONG HERE!” she screams.
“Save it for the shrink!” the man holding her legs says. She then manages to yank one of her legs from under his grasp, leaving her sock on his hand, and smashes her bare heel against his face. “MRRRRRG! Gods dammit!” he groans in pain.
Despite her struggling, the men manage to restrain her wrists beside her waist, then pull out her jeans and replace them with a pair of very thin, white pajama pants. They then cuff her ankles down and start replacing her shirt and bra with a matching pajama shirt, releasing only one of her wrists at a time.
“NO! Don’t take my bra!” she protests.
“Bras aren’t allowed because they often have wires inside,” one of the orderlies explains with a naughty smile on his face, tossing her bra over his shoulder.
About 20 minutes later, the girl successfully pulls her right hand free, then frantically unbuckles the remaining restraints. It doesn’t take long before several orderlies and a nurse charge into the room, force her back on the gurney, and restrain her in an “X” position with an extra pair of cuffs on her elbows to make a second escape unlikely.
Before leaving, the nurse gives her a shot of Ativan to calm her down. However, her body doesn’t react well to it, and she becomes hyperactive instead of drowsy.
Several hours later, the young woman is squirming against the restraints and desperately looking for a distraction, because being deprived of mobility and distractions in her hyperactive state is driving her absolutely out of her mind.
“Hello?! Is someone there?!” she calls out to the camera. “I’m going NUTS over here! I’m so fucking bored! Please! This is torture! You can’t treat me like this! I’m not going to kill myself! You don’t have to keep me tied down! What’s the point of keeping me like this?! You’re supposed to help people! Not drive them insane!”
Just a few minutes later, a nurse enters the room, closing the door behind herself. She’s quite pretty, bearing a great physical similarity to the actress Zazie Beetz. Her face has distinctly African features, but her skin isn’t too dark; it can be described as a very lovely shade of caramel brown, or perhaps pecan brown. Her hair — equally brown — is extremely voluminous, styled in a mid-part afro.
“Finally! I’m going NUTS! Release me!”
“Hi. Katie Smith, right? I’m nurse Mitchel — your suicide watch,” the nurse says with indifference towards the girl’s plight. ”I’ve been keeping an eye on you for the past few hours, but the camera keeps glitching out, so from now on, I’ll be popping in every 15 minutes to check on you.”
“LET ME GOOOOOO! I’M NOT GOING TO HURT MYSELF!” the girl screams furiously.
The nurse is taken aback by the hysterical scream. She frowns her face and says, “Miss, I’m not having a particularly easy nightshift, and I’d really appreciate it if you would refrain from screaming at me. You need to chill. Is there anything I can do to help you relax? A glass of cold water, a cup of tea, a sleeping pill...”
“YOU WANT TO HELP?! THEN SET ME FREE! I DEMAND TO BE RELEASED! I’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS BED FOR HOURS! I’M BORED OUT OF MY MIND! AND I’M NOT A SUICIDE RISK! SUICIDAL IDEATION ISN’T THE SAME AS INTENT!”
The nurse closes her eyes and brings a hand to her forehead, as though experiencing a headache. “That does it,” she utters in a tired tone. “So you’re bored, huh?! Alright, let’s have a bit of fun together, just you and me,” she says whilst walking to the gurney’s side at a brisk, determined pace.
Katie has no idea what the nurse is planning to do, so when she feels a handful of long fingernails briefly digging into her right ribs, it comes as a complete surprise. “YEEEEEEEEEK!” she squeals with her eyes open wide, trying to raise her right leg, lower her right arm, and roll onto her side. “DON’T DO THAT!”
“Or what? Or what? What'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do?” the nurse taunts, pinching her right ribs with both hands.
“YEEEEEAAAAAARG! HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!” the girl squeals and bursts out laughing, all while struggling like a madwoman.
Nurse Mitchel stops after a few pinches and simply smirks at the girl, her hands held hesitantly in front of her chest. She's clearly unsure whether to quit it or tickle some more.
Katie, giggling and squirming, turns her face towards the nurse and demands, "Don't do that!"
Still smirking, the nurse starts repeatedly lurching her hands towards her.
"Heeek! Heeek! No! Don't!" Katie squeals, shuddering away from the nurse’s hands in ticklish fear.
The girl's adorable reactions encourage the nurse to resume the tickles, so she starts probing her sides with a pair of wiggling index fingers.
"GAAAAA-Hahahahahaha!" Katie squeals with laughter, desperately trying to lower her arms. When this need goes unmet, she instead starts arching her back, repeatedly raising and dropping her pelvis a few inches.
"Teehee! Please calm down, Katie! What's the matter with you?" the nurse asks jokingly, as her wiggling fingertips relentlessly poke and scratch the girl's ribs.
"STAAAP! HAAA-hahahaha! STAAP STAAAP STAAAAP! YEAAAAA-Hahahaha!" the girl squeals and giggles crazily. But instead of stopping, Nurse Mitchel starts drawing small circles under her armpits.
“YEEEEAAAAARG! Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaa!” Katie explodes with laughter whilst rolling her shoulders sideways.
The nurse keeps teasing her underarms with a mix of small circles and chaotic spidering for about a minute, then abruptly stops to glance at her wristwatch. “Well, I have other duties to attend to, but don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on you,” she says with a straight face. Then she adds with a smirk, ”And to make sure you’re not bored.” With those words, she turns around and leaves the room.
“Ufff... Ufff... Ufff... Bitch...” Katie mutters whilst catching her breath.
Fifteen minutes later, the nurse returns. Without even asking Katie how she’s doing, she brings her nails right back to the girl’s armpits.
“BWAAAAAAA-Hahahahaha! GET AWAY FROM ME! TEEH-Hehehehehe!” Katie explodes, hopelessly trying to escape from her restraints, but in this position and with the extra cuffs on her elbows, she’s hopelessly stuck.
“There, there... Don’t worry... It’s going to be alright... I’ll make sure you don’t get bored...” the nurse taunts.
“SCREW YOOOU! HOOO-Hohohohoho! Yaaaaarg! Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaa!” Katie laughs whilst tugging on her arms and rolling her shoulders sideways.
About 3 minutes later, the nurse has to leave, but on the way out, she swipes her nails up Katie’s soles — a casual gesture which makes the girl scrunch her toes, bend her knees as hard as she can, arch her back, and produce a brief but hysterical squeal with her eyes bulging out, “YEEEK! NO! NOT MY FEET!”
“Not your feet, huh? Teehee! See you soon, sweetie,” the nurse says whilst leaving the room.
Katie spends the next 15 minutes struggling against the bondage, but alas, when nurse Mitchel returns, she’s still exactly in the same place. This time, the nurse is carrying a water bottle with a straw and a folding chair. She sets the chair in front of the girl’s feet and goes offer her a drink. Katie would love to spit the water on the nurse, but she’s far too thirsty to waste the water.
“Is there anything you’d like to say?” the nurse asks whilst walking along the gurney’s length. “Maybe a little apology for screaming at me?”
“Stay away from me, you maniac! I’ve never been treated this badly! This is downright torture! I have patient rights!”
The nurse rolls her eyes and goes sit on the chair. “Oh come now... You’re such a grouchy patient... You need to lighten up...”
“No! NO! DON’T FUCKING TICKLE ME!”
“Show me a smile...” Mitchel says softly, waving her nails up the girl’s feet.
Katie squeals with a grimace, eyes open wide, pulling back her legs and leaning her feet away.
“Not to mention... You’re so terribly bored... What’s the matter? We’re just having fun...” the nurse taunts whilst casually pursuing the girl’s feet with her wiggling fingers.
“Get away! Get away! Get awaaaaay!” Katie cries out, then she pouts her lips, trying to hold back her reactions.
“Come on... Let’s see a smile...” the nurse taunts evilly.
“PFFFFFT! BWAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! KNOCK IT OFF!” the girl explodes, struggling like a maniac.
“Such cute feet you have, Katie! Sooo pretty! And sooo ticklish! Tickle, tickle, tickleeee!” the nurse coos, as though playing with a little girl.
Katie has an utterly adorable pair of size 8 (US) feet. They’re a little wide, with high arches and big, plushy balls, like a pair of pillows beneath her toes.
Her toes, long and feminine, have teardrop shaped pads, long stems, and a somewhat Oriental shape, meaning that her toes’ length forms a gentle slope from the big toes to the pinkies. Lastly, her big toes lean inwards heavily, pressing against the neighboring index toes.
As for her soles, they’re pale with a strong pinkish hue; naturally wrinkly from the base of the heels to middle of the foot, then smooth the rest of the way to the toes.
“HA-HA-HA-HA! Knock it OFF! TEE-HE-HE-HE! Not my feeeet!” she cackles, starting to cry from laughter.
“I’m barely doing anything! Teehee!” Mitchel giggles. She then grips Katie’s right instep firmly and says, ”I have to go soon, so let’s step it up a notch.” Before that sentence is even finished, she starts spidering a handful of long nails into the girl’s scrunched up, plushy sole.
Katie loses it. She explodes with hysterical cackling, struggling and convulsing wildly, tossing herself in every direction with her face scrunched up in a mask of ticklish agony. “BWAAAAAA! HAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA! FUUUUCK! FUOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO! YAA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh my gosh!” the nurse exclaims in awe of the girl’s highly amusing reactions. She pauses the tickling for a second in order to scoot herself closer to the table, and steps down on the base of the gurney to make sure that it doesn’t tip over. Then she gleefully resumes the fingernail spidering.
Three minutes later, nurse Mitchel gets up hastily and exits the room saying, “Ups! Gotta go!”
“Hehehe... No more... Ufffff... No more... Hahaha..... Uffff...” Katie utters whilst gasping for air and giggling like a loony.
The next morning, Katie is a complete wreck, both physically and mentally. For over half of the night, like clockwork, the nurse arrived every 15 minutes to give her 3 to 5 minutes of tickling. The poor girl felt like she was in a literal torture chamber, being subjected to a mix of sleep deprivation and tickle-torture.
After 4 hours of this mistreatment, Katie’s demeanor took a 180º turn. Simply put, Nurse Mitchel broke her. But even after Katie was tame as a kitten, the nurse kept tickling her without a shred of mercy for no other reason than her own amusement.
Before quitting her shift, the nurse figured out that Katie had had an adverse reaction to Ativan, so she added that information to the girl’s file and gave her a different sedative to help her fall asleep.
When the day nurse enters the room, Katie is soundly asleep. Mitchel cleaned her up a bit before leaving, but it’s still obvious that the girl had a rough night.
“Why are you so messy?” the male nurse ponders.
Then, as he reads her file, he mutters to himself, “Paradoxical response to Ativan... Oh! No wonder she’s a wreck. Yeah. She can sleep until lunch, at least.”
At noon, Katie is forcefully woken up because otherwise she won’t be sleepy at night, and because she needs to eat something.
Nurse Mitchel’s “breaking-in”, still fresh in her mind, works in tandem with general tiredness and with the morning sedative to keep her very calm, so she’s allowed to be in the dayroom with the other patients. To the casual observer, she looks almost like a zombie, sitting on the couch all afternoon with a vacant look on her face.
After dinner, a nurse comes to take Katie to a bedroom with a roommate, because the room where she slept last night was actually a seclusion room. However, to Katie’s bewilderment, the nurse wants her to sleep strapped down again.
“But why? I’ve been calm all day... I don’t want to kill myself... I swear...” she moans.
“Honestly, it’s only because of your roommate,” the nurse replies cryptically.
Katie doesn’t understand, but the annoyance she feels about being needlessly restrained is mitigated by the fact that she’s really looking forward to a full night of restful sleep. So without further objections, she allows herself to be strapped down with her arms by her sides and tucked in to sleep.
When Katie’s ready to sleep, her roommate is brought in. She’s an extremely cute blonde with a square shaped face, shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and milky white skin. She has a great likeness to the actress Erin Moriarty.
Katie watches as the blonde is bound in the same way she is, then they’re left alone.
“Hi...” Katie greets softly, feeling very curious as to why she has to sleep in bondage because of her roommate.
“Hi...”
“I’m Katie. May I ask how old you are? You look too young to be here...”
“I’m Sage. And... I’m barely 18... Which really sucks right now. Adult mental hospitals are so much worse than children’s. If only I was a few days younger I’d be in one instead.”
“So... Erm... Why are you here?”
“I... I have a phobia... A really strong one... And it’s... Totally out of control... It makes me super anxious, stressed... Gives me panic attacks. I can even get them in my sleep, so I’m sorry if I wake you up. I also self-harm because of the anxiety. Even while I sleep. That’s why they strapped me down; they don’t trust me not to scratch myself; and they’re right not to... I can’t help it.”
“What’s your phobia? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“You can ask, but I won’t say.”
“Sorry, I’m being nosy.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence, then Sage says, “I’m sorry. That was really rude of me. I’m nervous about having a roommate. Even one that can’t come near me. That’s so crazy... I know it is... But I can’t help it.”
“It’s alright.”
“Why are you here?” Sage asks, clearly trying to change the subject.
Katie tells her the circumstances which led to her commitment, but leaves out everything that’s happened since she arrived at the hospital.
“That sucks. That nurse was a dick,” Sage says, referring to the ER nurse.
“Yeah... Did the ER send you here too?”
“No. I was convinced to self-commit.”
“That must have been hard.”
“You have no idea. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
A nurse then enters the room quietly — it’s nurse Mitchel.
“You’re supposed to be trying to sleep, ladies,” she says. “Especially you,” she tells Katie.
“I will... Why are you here?” Katie asks while the nurse walks casually to the end of her bed. “Hey! What are you doing?!” she then asks when Mitchel unexpectedly lifts the sheet, leaving her bare feet exposed.
The nurse smirks. “Ohhh, I’m just doing my rounds... And I just thought a little foot rub might help you relax.”
“No! Don’t touch my feet! I don’t want a rub!” Katie protests, but she can’t stop the nurse from taking hold of her insteps and resting one thumbnail on each sole.
Meanwhile, Sage has been hyperventilating with terror in her eyes ever since Katie’s feet have been exposed.
“Relax... It’s just a relaxing little rub...” the nurse says whilst starting to slowly move her thumb nails up and down. However, Katie is far from relaxed. As soon as the nails start grazing her skin, she hops into a sitting position and bursts out laughing uncontrollably.
“NAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!” she laughs, squinting her face with a big unwilling smile on her lips. Her eyes are closed shut; her hands are closed into fists; and her toes are scrunched down tightly.
“Awwww... Don’t you like my little rub? Poor Katie... Her feet are sooooo ticklish...” the nurse coos.
After about 30 seconds of tickling, Sage shouts with tears of terror running down her pretty face, “STOOOOAP! STOP! LEAVE HER ALONE! I CAN’T BEAR TO EVEN HEAR IT! PLEEEEASE STOOOOAP!”
Nurse Mitchel stops tickling and stares with surprise at the blonde girl. “I read your file. You’re the girl with the tickling phobia.”
“Tickling phobia?!” Katie squeals.
“That’s right. Didn’t she tell you? Of course not. She’s too scared of tickling to even mention it,” the nurse tells Katie. She then addresses Sage, “You better get used to seeing this, because the best way to beat a phobia is to confront it. That’s called exposure therapy, and it's almost certainly what doctor Saunders has in store for you.”
“No... No... He can’t do that! I’ll refuse!” the blonde whimpers, shaking her head in denial.
“You can refuse it, but surely your lawyer told you what happens if you don’t cooperate,” Nurse Mitchel tells Sage. She then returns her attention to Katie. “Where were we? Oh that’s right! Just a little more...” she says, starting to scramble her nails under the girl’s feet.
“Nonono! NOOOAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA! NO! DON’T DO THAT! BWAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA!” Katie explodes with wild cackling, struggling and tugging her limbs like a maniac.
For about 2 minutes, Mitchel’s nails spider and flutter all over Katie’s soft soles, then the nurse stops and walks to the foot of the other bed.
Sage has spent the last couple of minutes writhing in agony with her eyes closed shut, but when she feels the bed sheet being lifted from her feet, she rises into a sitting position with her eyes open wide and turns her face in that direction so fast that her neck literally cracks.
Sage is wearing a pair of long, pink socks over her size 7.5 feet. As soon as Mitchel sets her hands on her insteps, the girl threatens panickedly, "I'll scream! I'll scream my lungs off! Everyone in the building will hear! Everyone will come running to see what's happening! To see you taking advantage of us!"
The nurse frowns with annoyance, then backs away from her feet.
“Just go. We're fine. We don't need anything. Just let us sleep. Please,” Sage asks in an increasingly calmer tone.
“Bah,” Mitchel grumbles on her way out.
Sage collapses on the bed and sighs hugely.
"I'm glad that worked," Katie says.
"Me too."
"I'm going to try falling asleep before she comes back."
"Aren't you curious about that lawyer remark?" Sage asks.
"Yeah, but I wasn't going to ask."
"I told you the truth, but not the whole truth. Because of my phobia, I hurt someone really badly. It was an accident, but a serious one. The judge let me off without a prison sentence or criminal record, under the condition that I get psychiatric help."
"So, if you refuse the therapy..."
"My lawyer convinced me to self-commit, because this way I get a few privileges, like the right to refuse drugs, to make as many phone calls as I want, and so on. But I have to cooperate with the actual therapy. If I don't, I'll be involuntarily committed. I'll lose my privileges, and any say on what happens to me."
The following morning, Katie keeps demanding to be seen by a doctor because she’s not suicidal at all; she’s not even feeling suicidal ideation anymore because the pain meds wore off. To her dismay, the staff tells her that she has to wait a week before the psychiatrist can see her.
Just before lunch, Katie hears a commotion in a hallway close to the dayroom, so she goes take a peek.
“YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME! YOU’RE INSANE!” Sage screams from the hallway into the psychiatrist’s office.
“Calm down, Sage. Please, come back inside...” someone asks gently from inside the office.
Katie should really stay out of it, but she decides to try calming down her roommate before the orderlies sedate her. So she approaches Sage and asks, “What’s wrong? What does he want to do? I’m sure he’ll let you look away from the videos, if it becomes too--”
The panicking blonde turns her head towards her and interrupts, “He doesn’t want me to watch videos! He wants to tickle me! HE WANTS ME TO BE TICKLED AS A THERAPY! That’s insane! Being tickled is what made me like this in the first place!”
At that point, several orderlies start approaching.
The psychiatrist walks up to the doorway and says calmly, “It would be very gentle. And the nurses would give you plenty of breaks. Please try to relax. Just breathe. Take deep breaths.”
“SCREW YOU!” Sage shrieks.
“I know it’s going to be hard, but confronting your fear directly is the best approach. We can give you something to lower your anxiety.”
Katie then tells her, “Sage, remember what you told me last night. Remember what happens if you refuse your therapy.”
The blonde presses her back against a wall and slides down to the floor with her head lowered. Then she puts her hands on her head and groans, “Fuuuuuck. This is so fucked up. Fine. I’ll do it. Just don’t change me to an involuntary patient.”
The doctor waves the orderlies away and helps Sage to the dayroom. Katie follows them. “You there,” he addresses Katie, “Are you her friend?”
“Kinda. I’m her roommate.”
“Close enough. Can you keep her company? Her first session will be after lunch.”
“I guess. Sure. Are you Doctor Saunders?”
“That’s right.”
“I’ve been trying to see you because I’m not suicidal at all. I don’t belong here.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait for your appointment. I’m incredibly overworked.”
Katie sighs, frustrated yet resigned. “Fine...” She then sits next to Sage as Saunders walks away.
After lunch, two male orderlies come to take Sage to her first tickle-therapy session. The poor girl is a pile of nerves, so they offer her the same drug Katie was forced to take in the isolation room. But with Sage, the sedative works as intended, making her much calmer. She’s taken to her bedroom and strapped down to her bed.
Just as the orderlies are about to pull off her socks, Saunders opens the door and asks them to follow him outside.
Sage looks at the door, wondering what’s happening, then gasps in horror when she sees the dreaded nurse Mitchel entering the room alongside another female nurse. Mitchel is carrying a doctor’s handbag.
“Hi there. We’ll be delivering your therapy today,” Mitchel announces with a mischievous smirk while the other nurse closes the door.
“What?! No! Not you! Anyone but you!” the girl protests, squirming against the bondage.
“Ohhh... Don’t say that...” Mitchel coos, walking to the bedside. “I came in to work waaay early just to make sure your therapy starts off on the right foot.”
“HA! Good one,” the other nurse laughs. “BA-DUM-TSS!”
At this point, Sage finally takes a good look at the other nurse. She’s a remarkably beautiful young woman; taller than Mitchel, with a very slim figure, white skin, brown hair caught up in a bun, brown eyes, and a very square face. She looks pretty much exactly like the actress Lily James.
Mitchel notices how Sage is looking at the other nurse, so she makes the introductions. “This is nurse Austin; a very good friend of mine, and a seriously good tickler,” she says, pronouncing those last words with a wicked grin.
“Oh SHIT! NOOOO!” Sage shouts, erupting into a frenzied struggle.
“I convinced Dr. Saunders that she’d be the perfect choice to run your therapy. And as a special favor, I’ll be joining her today.”
With a sweet smile on her lips, Nurse Austin waves a handful of long fingernails at the poor girl.
“YIIIIIIIIIIK! NOOOO! HEEEEEELP!” Sage squeals hysterically.
“Anyway, let’s get started, shall we? You have many hours of tickling ahead of you,” Mitchel says sadistically whilst setting down the bag on the bedside table. Then, ignoring Sage’s hysteria, she picks up two white feathers from inside the bag and hands one of them to Austin.
Austin accepts the feather. “We’ve gathered a whole bag of useful tools,” she starts explaining, “because we think that exposing you to many different types of tickling will be good for you. We have feathers, make-up brushes, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, flossers--”
“FUUUUUUCKING HEEEELL! NOOOOOO! I’LL GO MAD!” Sage screams.
“Don’t worry, sweetie... We’ll start off reeeeeally gentle,” Austin says, sitting down at the foot of the bed.
Mitchel joins her. “Scream all you want,” she says. “The staff is expecting to hear screams and laughter coming from this room, so unlike last night, no one will care; no one will come for you.”
“No... No... Please... Please...” Sage whimpers, as the women start pulling off her long, pink socks.
Little by little, the socks are removed, exposing a pair of delightful, very silky, size 7.5 feet with high arches and insanely cute toes. Sage’s toes are short, bubbly and somewhat Oriental shaped. Her pinky and fourth toes are so short that in their relaxed position, their pads are only a few millimeters away from the base of the toes. As for color, her soles are pale, with lovely pink highlights on the heels, balls and toe pads.
“Daaaaw... Her feet are so pretty!” Austin remarks whilst touching her right foot.
Meanwhile, Sage scrunches her face tightly and produces a giggly whimper on account of the feather that has begun to tease her wrinkled up left sole.
“Hey! Don’t start without me!” Austin complains jokingly, bringing her feather to the girl’s right sole.
Nurse Michell doesn’t answer, though. She’s already immersed in the task at hand, clearly eager to show Sage who’s in charge after the humiliating way she forced her to leave last night.
As the second feather joins the first, Sage bursts out laughing, tugging on her legs and rolling her upper body sideways. “NAAAAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA!”
“Oh my... She sure is ticklish, isn’t she?” Austin asks.
“Indeed...” Michell replies thoughtfully.
“HAAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAA! PLEEEEASE! HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAAA-HAA-HAA!” Sage keeps laughing, while the feathery tips travel sideways over her wrinkles and crinkles.
Both women keep exploring her soles with the feathers’ tips, appearing absolutely fascinated that this is enough to draw such a powerful response from Sage. They feather sideways from the top border of her heels to the base of her toes, tease up and down her arches, and draw circles and figure eights a little bit everywhere.
After a minute, Sage jumps into a sitting position and begs with a look of utter desperation on her face, “PLEASE STOOOOAP!”
She then turns her head straight up and produces a burst of laughter whilst pulling and shaking her arms in a furious attempt to free her wrists. “HAHAHAHAHAHA-HAAAA!”
“Wow... I’m so jealous of you...” Nurse Mitchel tells her friend.
“I know, right? She’s off-the-charts ticklish. And thanks to you, I’ll get to tickle her for who knows how long. I owe you BIG TIME for this.”
“You got that right.”
“BWAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA! STOP TICKLING MY FEEEET!” Sage shouts at them, still struggling like a maniac.
“I just realized something,” Mitchel says. “Can you believe she took Ativan?”
Austin looks straight at her with surprise and disbelief on her face. “No way! Are you serious?”
“It’s true! Saunders told me she took a pill before coming here.”
“Oh. My. God. That’s unreal,” Austin says, turning her face slowly towards Sage. “If this is how you react with Ativan in your system... I can’t even imagine how crazy things are going to get without it. I’ll have to get you in a more restrictive setup. Perhaps a straitjacket and legs binder. Or even a bondage body bag with holes for the feet.”
“We don’t have anything like that in the hospital.”
“I know, but we can order them for her — from a BDSM shop if need be — otherwise she’ll struggle so hard, she might hurt herself even in five-point restraints. I’m sure Saunders will approve, as long as the goal is to keep her safe during therapy.”
“Agreed. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again — I’m really jealous of you. I can’t believe you’re going to get paid to do this,” Mitchel says.
“YEEEEAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAA! STOPSTOPSTOP! NOOO-HOO-HOO-HOOO!” Sage howls, going crazy from the feathers dancing all over her soft soles.
“Can’t you request a transfer from the night-shift? I’d make sure you’re my assistant.”
“I’ll do that, but you know how hard it is to get out of the night-shift before rotation day.”
At that moment, Michell drags her feather over Sage’s toe pads, causing the girl to squeal sharply whilst arching her back, “YIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK!”
“Oh my. Teehee. Let's give her toes some love,” Austin says with a rather naughty facial expression.
Both nurses focus their feathers on Sage’s scrunched up toes, mercilessly teasing their pads. The girl goes positively berserk. “YEEEEE-HEEEEEE-HEEEEEE-HEEEEEE!” she laughs hysterically whilst tossing herself in every direction. “BREEEEEAK! HAHAHAHA! BREEEEAK!” she then calls out.
“How long has it been?” Austin asks rhetorically, glancing at her wrist watch. “About 4 minutes. Yeah, let's give her a break.”
The nurses stop tickling and wait for Sage to regain her breath. The poor girl is already an unbelievable mess with her blonde hair plastered all over her tearful face. “Mercy... Please... Uffff... Uffff... Mercy... I can’t take it... I can’t...” she begs.
Austin goes clear up her face and says sweetly, “It’s okay... It’s only a little tickling... Just let us make you laugh... There’s nothing to be afraid of...”
“ONLY TICKLING?! Tickling is the worst torture in the whole world!” Sage complains, but Austin simply returns to her feet, clearly eager to resume the therapy.
“Alright, let's pick it up where we left off,” Austin tells the other nurse.
“Hey, I have an idea. How about we count her piggles?” Mitchel proposes.
“Great idea!” the other nurse agrees. They both take hold of the girl’s insteps.
“No! I hate that!” Sage moans. Then she chuckles with a big smile on her face when the feathers start wiggling under her big toes. “TEEE-HE-HE-HE-HE!”
“This little piggy went to the maaaaarket...” the nurses sing in unison. Then they take hold of her index toes and sing, “This little piggy stayed hooooome...” whist teasing her toe pads.
“BWAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA!” Sage falls apart laughing.
“This little piggy had roast beef...” they sing.
“NA-NA-NA-NAAA! HAHAHAHAHA!”
“And this little piggy had noooone...”
“YAAAA-HAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA!”
“And this little piggy went...” they sing, teasing her pinky toes.
“NO! NO! NOOO-HOHOHOHOHOOO! NOT THAT ONE!” Sage begs, fearing the worst.
“WEE! WEE! WEE! ALL THE WAY HOOOOME!” both nurses sing, tickling up and down her wrinkled soles. Austin uses her feather, but Mitchel switches to her long fingernails.
“BWAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA! MERCY! MERCY! MERCY! FUUUCK! YAAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA!” Sage goes completely mental, laughing her head off and struggling desperately to rescue her left foot from Mitchel’s dancing nails.
They keep tickling for a few more seconds, then Austin stops and makes Mitchel stop too. Both of them wait for a few moments, watching with amusement as Sage keeps laughing without them doing anything.
Suddenly, the door is opened by an orderly, and two others drag Katie inside the room. “I just want to make a phone call! That’s it! What’s the big deal?! Why should I have to wait? There’s no reason! It makes no sense!” she protests while the men strap her down to her bed.
The orderly who opened the door turns towards the nurses and says, “Sorry for barging in like this. All the isolation rooms are taken, so we’re strapping her down to her own bed. We’ll knock her out with a sedative, so you can keep carrying out that girl’s therapy in privacy.”
“No! Don’t sedate her!” Mitchel asks quickly, her eyes glinting mischievously.
“Huh? Are you sure? Why not?”
Instead of replying, the nurse simply smirks and wiggles a handful of fingernails in the air.
“OH! Haha! Alrighty then. Maybe a little therapy will be good for her. Hahaha!” he laughs. All orderlies then exit the room, leaving Katie strapped down with her arms by her sides, fully awake.
“Well, well, well...” nurse Mitchel says, walking casually towards Katie with her hands behind her back and a grin on her lips. “Looky who we have here,” she says in a naughty tone.
“Stay away from me! STAY AWAY!” Katie shouts at her.
“Erm... Mitchel? Why did you...” Austin asks Mitchel.
“Meet Katie. She’s going to join Sage’s therapy, if you don’t mind.”
“LIKE HELL! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PSYCHO!” Katie shouts.
Austin smirks and asks, “Is it your medical opinion that she would benefit from it?”
“Absolutely. She needs this just as much as Sage,” Mitchel says evilly.
“Well then. Look Sage, you just got a therapy buddy. For today, anyway,” Austin tells her patient, who’s lying on her bed, miserable, wrecked, and downright shell-shocked.
Mitchel then proposes, “Austin, how about you work with Sage for now, while I give Katie a proper welcome?”
“Works for me,” the other nurse shrugs.
“No... No. Get away...” Sage whimpers, watching fearfully while Austin goes to the tool bag.
Meanwhile, Mitchel steps outside the room to fetch two folding chairs. Upon her return, Austin is waving two white ostrich plumes in the air above Sage’s face whilst saying, “Relax... It’s okay... The feathers are your friends... They just want to make you giggle...” but far from relaxed, Sage is going bonkers with fear and anxiety.
Mitchel sets one chair for Mitchell at the foot of Sage’s bed, then sits on the other chair, directly in front of Katie’s sock-covered feet. “And here we are again,” she says with a mocking smile.
“Leave me alone! Don’t tickle my feet!” Katie squeals while the nurse starts pulling off her socks.
“But I must! We’re doing tickle-therapy in this room. And you’re here with us...” Mitchel taunts, her words trailing off, whilst unveiling Katie’s silky soles.
“No! NO! I HATE BEING TICKLED!” she screams, going through a surge of intense struggling.
Nurse Mitchel takes hold of her right foot and starts grazing that sole with a handful of nails in circular motions. “But that won’t do!” she says.”You must learn to like it! Just like Sage.”
With her hands closed into fists and her face scrunched down tightly, Katie leans on her right side as much as possible, kicking her right foot wildly. “PFFFFFFFT! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!” she bursts out laughing.
Meanwhile, Austin is holding down Sage’s head by the forehead, and is extracting bouts of wild giggling from her by dragging a plume against her neck. “Yeeeeee-Hehehehehehe! Yaaaaa! Hahahahahaha! PLEASE STOP! YAAAAAA! IT’S HORRIBLE!”
“Yeah? I want you to tell me why you fear tickling so much. For long as you’re talking, I’ll stop teasing your neck.”
“OKAY! OKAY! JUST STOP! Yaaaaa-Hahahahahaha!”
Nurse Austin stops feathering her neck, but holds the plume threateningly close to it. “Well?”
“I grew up being tickled by everyone! My dad started it, then my brothers followed his example! Then my friends from school learned from my brothers how ticklish I am, and they started to tickle me too! Everyone thought my reactions were so cute, so they constantly poked and taunted me! They were relentless! I wasn’t safe at home or at school!”
“Tell me about the Patrick incident.”
“Patrick? No! I don’t want to talk about him! Please!” she begs emotionally.
“Tell me...” Austin demands, grazing the plume against her neck.
“AAARG! OKAY! OKAY! He was a friend from class! We were doing a group assignment in my bedroom! He was my only friend who never tickled me! I trusted him! But that day, he squeezed my sides from behind! I turned around and pushed him off! He tripped and fell! His head hit the bedpost and he ended up in a coma! I didn’t mean to do it! I didn’t mean it!”
“If only you hadn’t reacted so violently, Patrick would be okay. That’s why you’ll have to get used to tickling,” the nurse explains softly.
“NO! IT’S IMPOSSIBLE! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“I know you’re really ticklish, but you have to stop being terrified of it. You have to. I’ll help you beat that fear, no matter how long it takes. I’m here for you!”
“Bwaaaaa! I’m in hell! I’m in tickle-hell!” Sage cries out in misery.
On the other side of the room, Mitchel mumbles, “Teehee. Ain’t that the truth.” She’s presently holding Katie’s foot steady and spidering a handful of nails up and down her arch. “Tickle, tickle, tickle... Is this a good spot, by any chance?” she asks jokingly.
“YAAAAAAAARG-HAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAAA! FUCKING STOOOOAP!” Katie squeals with laughter, tossing herself in every direction and desperately trying to free her wrists.
Meanwhile, on the other bed, Austin relocates back to Sage’s feet, holding a feather duster.
“Sage? Sage,” she calls out to the hyperventilating girl, “I’m going to tease your feet. And it’s okay. Tickling is okay. Repeat after me. Tickling is okay.”
“No it’s not! It’s not okay!”
“Have it your way. The longer it takes you to accept that tickling is nothing to fear, the longer you’ll have to stay in the hospital, under my care,” Austin says, emphasizing that last sentence. At the same time, she takes hold of the girl’s right foot.
As soon as the wiggling plumes meet Sage’s hyper-sensitive nerves, she scrunches her foot as hard as possible and squeals with laughter, “Yaaaaaaa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa! I can’t stand it!”
“Gouchie, gouchie, goo! This is so soft, Sage! It’s so nice! The feathers want to give you a little massage. That’s all,” Austin explains in a patronizing tone, as though talking to a small child.
“It’s torture! Hahahahaha! It’s maddening! Yaaaaa-Hahahahaha!”
“You’ll just have to grow used to it. Tickle, tickle, tickle...” Austin answers, her sweet smile stretching into an evil grin.
While Sage is getting her feet dusted, Mitchel goes fetch a rotary electric toothbrush from the bag.
“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DO IT!” Katie screams wide eyed.
“Why not? It’s why you’re here,” the nurse replies whilst sitting down. She then takes hold of Katie’s left foot and demands, “Relax your toes. Relax your toes or I swear I’ll get between them with an electric flosser.”
Katie has no idea how much that actually tickles, but she’d rather not find out, so she reluctantly stops scrunching her toes.
Nurse Mitchel adjusts her grip so that her thumb is pressed against the stems of Katie’s toes; thus rendering the girl’s toe pads firmly immobilized and exposed. Then she turns on the electric toothbrush.
As the buzzing sound fills the room, Katie gasps in horror, then whimpers softly in fearful anticipation. As for Sage, she turns her tearful face towards the source of the sound with a look of abject horror upon it, and briefly forgets all about the feather duster dancing under her foot.
When the spinning bristles touch Katie’s big toe, she squeals sharply and starts trying to crawl towards the opposite end of the bed; a futile endeavor, but one beyond her control. The bristles’ kiss delivers onto her nerves a shockingly novel ticklish sensation — one which she’s utterly unprepared to cope with.
“YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK! GET IT AWAY!” she squeals hysterically.
With an evil grin on her face, Nurse Mitchel takes the bristles on a tour of Katie’s captive toe pads. One by one, they all experience the horror of the electric toothbrush, lovingly buzzing in small circles under each toe for a few endless moments. Katie can only squeal hysterical laughter and struggle like a complete maniac.
Meanwhile, Nurse Austin cleverly uses Katie’s ticklish hysteria to threaten Sage into keeping her toes still, or else suffer the same torment. “Good girl... Keep them open... That’s it...” she encourages in a patronizing tone whilst pulling a plume between the girl’s toes.
“YeeeeeeAAAAAAARG! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! It’s so baaaad! Hahahahaha! It tickles SO MUCH! YAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-Haaaaaaa!” Sage cries with laughter, desperately trying to stop herself from closing her toes as the unbelievably soft ostrich plume is slowly pulled between the middle and fourth toes of her right foot. “BREEEEEAK!” she then cries out.
Without even looking at her watch, Austin replies, “Not yet. I’ll give you a break after tickling between all your toes.”
“NOOOOO-Hooo-Hooo-Hoooooo!”
“Yes, yes, yes! Be a good girl and take your therapy. Tickling is your medicine,” Austin proclaims with unconcealed glee, relishing in the ticklish suffering that she’s putting the poor girl through.
Minutes later, Nurse Mitchel is putting Katie’s right toe pads though the same torment their right counterparts already endured. The girl is screaming and screaming laughter, kicking her feet and pulling her wrists.
As for Sage, she’s now panting for breath, laid down with her eyes closed.
“Repeat after me — tickling is okay,” Austin demands. “Do it and you’ll get a whole extra minute added to your break.”
“Tickling is okay... Tickling is okay... Uff... Uff... Tickling is okay...” Sage starts muttering.
Across the room, Katie calls out, “BREEEEAK! HAHAHAHAHA! I WANT A BREAK TOOO! YAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAA!”
“Oh really? Haha! I don’t think so. You’re not a little bitch like Sage. You can take it for longer. So no, you’re not getting a break anytime soon. Now keep your toes steady, or you’re getting the flosser,” Nurse Mitchel says cruelly.
Mitchel’s evil statement makes Katie squeal with ticklish suffering, and sends her into a furious surge of enraged struggling. So much so, that she successfully pulls her right wrist free. The nurse rushes to hold her right arm and calls out, “Austin! Get help!”
Soon, orderlies rush in and secure Katie’s arms above her head to the bedposts, with extra cuffs on her elbows. By Mitchel’s request, they also change her lower body bondage to bring her legs together, effectively changing her into a “Y” position. Lastly, they hold her feet still for Mitchel to tie her big toes together.
While this takes place, Sage simply moans fearfully with her eyes shut, enjoying an unexpected extension to her break — a break which grows even longer when Mitchel asks the other nurse for help punishing Katie.
Both nurses sit at the foot of Katie’s bed, flanking her feet, and start mercilessly raking, scrambling, teasing, pinching and spidering with their combined 20 nails, tickling Katie’s heels, soles, toes and insteps. Not a single inch of skin is safe from their abuse.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! YAAAAAAAAAAARG! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! YEEEEAAAAAAAARG!” Katie screams, squealing and convulsing as though the nurses are literally murdering her. Nearby, Sage is trembling in fear.
The nurses punish Katie with about 25 minutes of non-stop fingernail tickling, after which Austin stops tickling and asks Mitchel, “Time to get back to Sage. Are you coming?”
“Yeah, alright. I think her feet are getting desensitized, anyway,” she replies.
“Oh no! Oh no!” Sage whimpers, squirming on the bed.
“Can we tickle her harder, now?” Mitchel asks.
“Oh SHIT! NO! PLEASE DON’T!” Sage cries out, struggling against her bondage.
“Alright. I think a few samples of intense tickling might be good for her. Follow my lead.”
“NO IT WON’T!” Sage protests, but alas, the nurses ignore her, settling down in front of her feet.
Austin holds Sage’s right instep and starts waving two fingernails up and down that sole. The other nurse does the same to the other foot.
Sage rises into a sitting position and screams laughter at the nurses, “BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAAAA!”
“Laugh it all out... There’s nothing to be afraid of... This is for your own good...” Austin says softly.
“I CAN’T STAND IT! YIIIIIIIRK! HIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIII! OH GOD IT TICKLES SO MUCH!” Sage cries out, shaking her tearful face left and right.
For about a minute, the nurses keep tickling her gently. Then Austin speeds up her fingers, and signals Mitchel to follow suit.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUU-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOOO!” Sage goes berserk, tossing her upright upper body in every direction while the nurses’ long nails spider rapidly under her squirmy feet.
“Just another minute! Bear through it! Be strong!” Austin encourages her. However, half-way through that last minute, Sage finally manages to pull one of her wrists free.
“Hold her arm! I want her to take the full minute!” Austin orders Mitchel.
“LET ME GO! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAAAA!” Sage cries out with one nurse holding her right wrist and the other tickling her feet.
“No! Running away from your fear isn’t an option!” Austin tells her. “You have to face it! No retreat! No escape!”
“THIS IS CRAZY! HAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS TORTURE! GAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sage laughs whilst trying to shake her wrist free from Michell’s grip.
When the minute finally elapses — more or less — the nurses strap down Sage’s wrist and make sure both wrists are as tight as possible without hurting her. Austin doesn’t bother upgrading her restraints because she doesn’t want to waste more time.
Nurse Austin sits down next to Sage and tells her, “I think you’ve had a good warm up. We’re going to give you a brief sample of all the tickle tools, so you can start getting used to them.”
“Nooooo! Please don’t do this to meeee!” Sage wails.
“Sage... Sage!” Austin says in a firm tone. “Running away from your fear is not an option. Your only choice is to face it.”
“No! I can’t do it!”
“You have to! Don’t you get it? There’s no alternative. No way out.”
Sage turns her face away, breathing rapidly.
“Do you want to pick the tools’ order? That’s the only choice I’m giving you.”
“MRRRRRRRG!” she groans painfully, then asks, “What have you got there?”
Auston shows her the bag’s contents. Sage’s eyes jump fearfully from tool to tool, obviously trying to pick the least ticklish one. “Blush brush,” the girl says.
“You want these brushes?”Austin asks, picking up two fluffy makeup brushes with thick, opaque, black plastic handles.
“Yeah.”
“Alright then,” Austin replies, handing Mitchel one of the brushes.
When both nurses are back in front of Sage’s feet, Austin holds up her brush and tells her colleague, “These brushes have a cool little feature. Check it out.” She holds down a little button on the side of the handle.
To Sage’s dismay, the whole brush starts to vibrate. “Ohhhhh shiiiiiit! Nooooo!” she groans, scrunching her feet tightly and pointing them forward as much as possible.
“Very nice!” Mitchel approves with a grin.
Nurse Austin takes hold of Sage’s right instep, forcibly pulls that foot upright, then brings the vibrating bristles to the center of the sole.
As the silky bristles make contact with her foot, Sage jumps at least a foot off the bed and starts producing a cacophony of adorable squealing laughter. “OHHHHH! SHIIIIIIIT! YIIIIIIIIIIIH! HIIIIII-HIIIII-HIIIII-HIIIIII!”
“She likes it!” Mitchel exclaims, also starting to apply her brush.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA! NOT BOTH OF THEM! YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK-HI-HI-HI-HIIII!” Sage explodes into an even greater hysteria, squirming and convulsing while the vibrating brushes glide all over. They move sideways over her balls and toes, up and down her arches, spiral over her heels, and twirl up and down her sole.
While Sage laughs to tears, Katie is simply laying down with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, hoping against all hope that the nurses will forget about her.
After a couple minutes with the makeup brushes, Sage is given a short break, during which she reluctantly picks the electric toothbrushes as the next tool — a harrowing decision, but the alternatives look even worse.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAA! I’M GONNA DIE!” she howls hysterical laughter as the devilish devices buzz all over her poor, hyper-ticklish feet.
Despite Austin’s intention to go easy on Sage, she soon finds herself very much enthralled by the task at hand. With the girl’s big toe securely on her grip, Austin starts studying the pink, helpless skin, with the keenness of a professional tickle torturer.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRG! NOT THERE! NOT THEEEEERE!” Sage squeals with her eyes bulging out of her head, when Austin forces the spinning bristles between her index and middle toes.
“I found a really good spot. Try tickling here,” Austin asks Mitchel.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRG! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!” Sage goes completely mental when both nurses use their tools in the same area.
“Okay, stop it,” Austin says, putting down her brush and moving Mitchel’s brush away from the girl’s left foot. “She’s had enough for now.”
Lying before them, Sage is a complete trainwreck. She’s collapsed on the bed, giggling like a lunatic, her face covered in sweat and tears of laughter.
“How long did we...” Nurse Austin asks rhetorically, glancing at her watch. “About six minutes. A bit longer than I was planning... But what’s done is done.”
“Enough... Hehehehe... For today... Hahaha...” Sage giggles. “Call it quits and I swear... Next session... Hehehehe... I’ll let you strap me down... Without a fuss... I swear... I’ll do anything you say... Just end it for today... Please...”
“Erm... I’m sorry, Sage, but I can’t end it so early,” Austin answers, her tone genuinely apologetic. “However, I can see that you’re really beat. So how about this — we’ll give you a long break, so you can recover your strength, then we’ll play a few tickle games and challenges, to try and make it fun.”
“Mrrrrrg... I want to rest for half-an-hour... At least... Please...” Sage moans pleadingly.
“That’s fine. I’ll even give you a foot rub while you rest,” Austin says sweetly.
“And while you pamper her, I’ll pay Katie a visit,” Mitchel says in a naughty tone.
On the other bed, Katie gasps in horror, her eyes wide open.
“No! Please!” Sage pleads. “Leave her alone. She’s not even supposed to be here. And I won’t be able to relax while she’s being tickled. My phobia will kick in.”
“She’s right,” Austin agrees.
Mitchel frowns her face and crosses her arms with annoyance. Katie sighs deeply, feeling like she’s just dodged a bullet — or rather, Sage saved her from the bullet.
Nurse Mitchel waits for a few seconds, appearing to be immersed in thought, then proposes: “What if we include Katie in the games and challenges? We could make it a tickling contest.”
“No! Leave me out of it!” Katie pleads, but Austin seems to like the idea.
“Yes! I like that! It should be quite fun! Teeheehee!” the nurse giggles excitedly.
After Sage has had her break, Austin announces the first challenge.
“You’ll both have to hold crayons under your toes while we tickle your feet. We’ll tickle both feet at the same time until the first crayon drops, then focus on the remaining foot. Whoever drops both crayons first, loses.”
“And the loser gets a round of flosser tickling,” Mitchel adds.
Both girls gasp, and Sage protests, “No! No more evil tools! Not today! Please!”
Austin seems to like the idea, though. “Yeah... I like that. We’ll go with it,” she says with a smirk. “But if Sage loses, she’ll only get two minutes; Katie will get... Five.”
“Five?! My feet are really ticklish too!” Katie protests.
“But you don’t have a tickling phobia,” Austin justifies.
“Grrrrrr...” Katie fumes.
Austin fetches crayons from the dayroom, and soon, both patients are holding a crayon with each foot. In the interest of fairplay, the nurses flip a coin to decide who tickles who. Austin will tickle Sage’s feet, and Mitchel will tickle Katie’s.
“How hard should we tickle? Do we go all out?” Mitchel asks, cracking her fingers.
“No. If we do that, the game will be over really quick. Just wave your fingertips gently. No nails.”
“You got it.”
“Ready? Go!”
With those words, the nurses start teasing the girls’ silky soles with their fingertips. Katie closes her hands into fists, hardens her body and grimaces. Sage shudders and produces a muffled giggly squeal.
For six minutes, the nurses’ fingertips wander all over the girls’ shivering feet, above and below, covering them with a blanket of tingly sensations. Both of them are writhing as much as the bondage allows — their feet, however, are surprisingly steady, such is their resolve not to drop the crayons.
“Mrrrrrrrg! Hahahahaha! Grrrrrrrr-Haaaaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaaa!” Katie groans and laughs. Her face is quite red with a grimace of tortured effort, but with a thin smile permanently set on her lips. Nurse Mitchel is presently running her fingers in circles on her arches.
“Come on... Drop the crayons... Tickle, tickle, tickle... Then I’ll get to floss your toesies for five whole minutes...” the nurse taunts. She then starts tapping her fingers instead, which catches Katie by surprise and makes her open her left toes.
“NOOOOOOOO! MRRRRRRRRRRG!” the girl groans.
“There we go! One down, two to go,” Mitchel taunts evilly, swiftly focusing her teasing on Katie’s remaining foot. With 20 fingers at her disposal, she begins a grueling ballet of tickly caresses which really puts the poor girl through the ropes.
“MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG!” Katie groans repeatedly, her face flustered brightly — scrunched down as tightly as her foot — her whole body rocksteady, as she focuses the entirety of her willpower on keeping her muscles contracted.
Meanwhile, Sage is giggling like crazy while Austin draws random circles and figure-eights a little bit all over her soles using only her index fingertips. Truth be told, Austin has been going super easy on Sage to give her a fighting chance, but given how Katie seems to be holding on by a thread, she decides that it’s time to end the handicap.
When Austin’s remaining fingertips start tickling, Sage inhales deeply, her eyes flashing with shock, and she jumps onto a sitting position. “No... No... No...” she utters whilst looking at her own feet with despair. Then she throws back her head, laughing heartily, “NA-HAA-HAA-HAAA!”
Three minutes pass. Katie is still holding on, steady as rock, while Sage is going nuts. The younger girl is laughing her head off and tossing her upper body around. Once in a while she turns a pleading face towards Austin and moans, “PLEEEEEEEASE!” only to be ignored.
Austin is now spidering and tapping Sage’s arches and the middle of her soles, alternating randomly between fast and slow teases. Suddenly, Sage’s concentration slips, causing her to drop the right crayon.
“NO! NO! NO! FUUUUUCK!” she screams, watching in horror as Austin’s hands converge on her left foot. Nurse Austin then starts performing a grueling 20 fingertip tickling routine, very similar to what Katie has been enduring for the last few minutes.
“BWAAAAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA!” Sage explodes with hysterical laughter, desperately trying to hold her foot steady while Austin’s fingertips dance all over her wrinkled sole with the mastery of a professional tickler.
Thirty seconds later, Sage drops the second crayon. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! NOOOOOOOO! I WAS WINNING! I WAS WINNING! WHY DID YOU MAKE IT HARDER?!” she screams at the nurse.
Austin ignores the question and gets up to fetch a flosser. Meanwhile, Nurse Mitchel stops tickling; Katie relaxes her body with a giggly sigh of relief.
“It’s only two minutes, so I’ll just get on with it,” Austin says, returning to her spot at the foot of the bed.
“Can I help?” Mitchel volunteers eagerly.
“Sure. You can help hold her feet still. Left foot first.”
“NOOOO! NOOOOO!” Sage wails. Then, when the buzzing sound of the flosser fills the room, she’s terrified into complete silence.
“Here we go...” Austin says, lowering the vibrating plastic tip into the immensely delicate valley between Sage’s big toe and its neighbor.
As soon as it connects, Sage tosses herself violently down on the bed, arches her back, and screams sharply. “YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!”
Austin only has two minutes, so she doesn’t dally for too long in each inter-toe space. However, she makes sure to slowly swipe the plastic tip up and down a few times, or if possible, drag it down one toe, across the bottom, and up the next toe.
After screaming a few times, tossing and convulsing wildly, Sage runs out of breath — she’s still screaming, but produces no sound. After a few seconds of this, she takes a deep breath, then resumes her hysterical screaming. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAARG! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!”
Nurse Austin stops ahead of time, frowning with concern. “Hmm... It hurts? It’s possible that your feet are too sensitive for this tool...”
“We can modify the tip,” Mitchel proposes. “It shouldn’t be hard to replace the hard plastic tip with a q-tip, for example.”
“Yes... Agreed. We’ll make changes and try it again in her next session.”
“But she still has over a minute left! What do we do?” Mitchel asks in a mocking tone.
“What indeed? Teehee! Pass me an electric toothbrush, will you?”
“Nooooo! Not again! Pleeeeease!” Sage cries, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. For the remaining time, Austin treats her toes to a short round with the hated device, making sure to get the spinning bristles between her toes.
Afterwards, Austin announces, “For the next challenge, we’re going to spell out a word under your feet with the quill of a feather. But to make it harder, we’re both going to write at the same time under a different foot. The challenge only ends when you’ve correctly guessed both words. Whoever guesses the words faster, wins.”
Because Sage is still recovering, the nurses start with Katie. They both sit next to a foot, hold back its big toe, and start drawing a sequence of large letters on their respective sole.
“YAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HAAA! IT TICKLES! HAHAHAHAHAAA! SO MUCH!” Katie explodes with laughter as the quills scratch away under her feet.
After a few seconds, Katie starts trying to focus on the letters that Austin is drawing, but with both of her soles getting tickled, it’s not easy at all. “MRRRRRRRRRG!” she groans with effort. Her face is scrunched up, and tears of sweat are rolling down her forehead.
“A... Hahahaha! R... Hoooo-HO-HO-HO! D... Gaaaa-Hahahaha! W... MRRRRRRG! I... YIIIIIRK! Z... PFFFFT! BWAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA!” she spells and laughs. After a couple more spellings she finally gets it. “WIZARD! THE WORD IS WIZARD!” she shouts.
“Good job! Now figure out Mitchel’s word,” Austin compliments.
Katie was hoping that once she guessed the first word, one of the nurses would stop tickling, but Austin is still drawing under her foot.
A few minutes later, Katie shouts, “CANADA! HAHAAA! CANADA! YAAA-HAHAHAHA!”
“You got it,” Mitchel confirms. Both nurses stop tickling, and Austin pauses her wristwatch’s timer. “Seven minutes and 30 seconds. Let's see if Sage can do better.”
The nurses leave Katie panting with her eyes closed and relocate to the foot of Sage’s bed.
“OH GOD! YEEEEEEK! TEEEE-HE-HE-HE-HEEEE!” she bursts out laughing, as the quills start scratching under her feet.
To everyone’s surprise, Sage figures out both words — Shrek and trapped — in half of the time it took Katie.
“How did you guess them so quickly?” Austin asks.
“Uff... I guess... Having really sensitive feet was useful, for once... Uff...” she replies, puffing and huffing.
Meanwhile, Mitchel is settling down in front of Katie’s feet, armed with a flosser.
“No! NO!” Katie begs. Her feet are bound side by side with the toes tied together, so Mitchel simply takes hold of her big toes, pulls them back, and with sadistic eagerness, places the flosser’s tip in the space next to her left big toe.
“Ready?” the nurse asks, grinning wickedly, her index finger set on the flosser’s switch.
“Mrrrrrg...” Katie groans faintly, a grimace of painful anticipation on her face.
When Mitchel hits the button, causing the plastic tip to start vibrating, Katie screams very much like Sage did, but her scream quickly turns into hysterical laughter. “YIIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAARG! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAA! OH GOD! HAHAHAHAHA! STOPSTOPSTOOOOP! YEEEEEEEE-HEEEE-HEEEEE-HEEEEE! I’M GONNA DIE! BWAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAA!”
One space at a time, Mitchel applies the flosser between all of Katie’s left toes. They’re bigger than Sage’s, so the evil nurse has plenty of workspace; and with five minutes at her disposal, she really takes her time, slowly running the flosser down the side of one toe, across the bottom, up the next toe, and back down again for another trip; and another; and another...
Poor Katie screams, laughs hysterically, convulses and struggles like a complete maniac, but alas, her bondage holds. “IT HUUURTS! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAAAA!” she screams in a desperate bid to make it stop.
“Bullshit! If it hurt you wouldn’t be laughing!” Mitchel retorts.
While Katie’s toes are being flossed, Sage is grinding her teeth with her eyes closed. Nurse Austin is sitting next to her, trying to convince her to open her eyes because seeing Katie getting tickled would synergize well with her therapy. However, despite Austin’s efforts, Sage refuses.
Five minutes later, Katie’s flossing comes to an end. The poor young woman is a complete and utter wreck. While she recovers, Austin explains the final challenge. “Now, you’ll have to hold your toes open while we pull feathers between them. Whoever closes her toes first, loses.”
“No... No more toes... Please...” Katie moans while Mitchel sits in front of her feet holding two ostrich plumes.
“Are you giving up?” the nurse asks.
“No! Of course not!”
On the other bed, Sage and Austin go through a nearly identical interaction. Soon, both girls are fighting to keep their toes open while the nurses pull feathers between them.
“YeeeeeeAAAAAARG! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! Not agaaain! Hahahahaha! It tickles! It tickles! YAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-Haaaaaaa!” Sage cries with laughter, as the plumes slide between her toes. This is actually the second time this afternoon that she’s been forced to undergo this challenge.
“Teehehehehe! Yaaaaah! Hahahaha! Gosh it tickles! Haaaaa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haa! It’s horrible!” Katie giggles and laughs, her every muscle hardened.
Although at first glance Katie seems to have a big advantage, she hardly had time to recover since her flossing, so her initial strength doesn’t last long. Also, Sage had to endure this exact same torment earlier; a practice run which is now paying off.
“MRRRRRG! NO! No-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho! I can’t do this!” Katie groans and laughs. Moment by moment, her muscle control slips away... Until, after a mere three minutes, she unwillingly shakes her feet away from the plumes. “NOOOOOOOO!” she screams, horrified that she’ll have to endure a second round of flossing.
“She lost again!” Mitchel cheers.
Sage relaxes and sighs with relief. Katie, on the other hand, is despairing. “No! Please! Not again! Please don’t!” she whimpers, pleading to Mitchel with teary eyes. But the nurse simply grins at her misery and goes fetch the flosser.
Yet again, Nurse Mitchel takes hold of Katie’s big toes. She then raises the flosser threateningly and turns it on. As the buzzing sound fills the room, Katie squeals sharply out of fear alone. Then she squeals again when the vibrating tip starts violating the sacred spaces between her toes.
On the other bed, Sage is once more grinding her teeth with her eyes closed shut. Nurse Austin then proposes in a whisper, “Sage, if you force yourself to watch, we won’t tickle you anymore for the rest of this session.”
This offer peaks the girl’s interest. “You mean it? You swear?”
“Yes, but you have to watch while we tickle Katie for the rest of the session. That’s... About an hour and a half. You won’t be tickled, but you have to watch. You can’t look away for more than a few seconds. Deal?”
“Fine. I’ll try my best,” Sage agrees. With effort, she opens her eyes and turns her face towards Katie.
“BWAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA! I’M GONNA DIE! HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! YOU’RE KILLING ME! YEEEEEAAAARG-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!” Katie cackles and struggles hysterically while the flosser’s tip lingers between her the middle and fourth toes of her left foot.
Austin goes sit down on Katie’s bedside and tells the other nurse, “Change of plans. For the rest of the session, Sage is going to watch us tickle Katie. No holding back. Tickle her however you want.” She then leans over Katie and starts pinching her sides.
“FUUCK! NO! NOO-HO-HO-HO-HOO! YOU CAN’T! YOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO! CAN’T DO THIS TO MEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEE!” the poor girl protests amid a deluge of forced laughter, struggling maniacally — as well as hopelessly — against the bondage.
A little while later, the nurses are both sitting in front of Katie’s feet. They’ve slathered them with baby lotion, and are now driving a pair of vibrating hair brushes all over her slippery, plushy, silky soles.
Katie’s face is red as a tomato, as well as a mask of absolute ticklish agony. She’s screaming laughter at the top of her lungs but no sound crosses her lips.
Sage is hyperventilating, but so far, she has kept her end of the bargain.
A pair of black running sneakers drop on the floor by Katie’s bed. Nurse Austin, now wearing only white socks on her feet, climbs on the bed and kneels above Katie, the girl’s head resting between her knees. She then leans forward and sets her fingernails on Katie’s pits, where she’s planning to spend a good, long while.
As the nurse’s fingernails begin to swirl against the fabric, Katie pulls down her arms powerfully and attempts to arch her back. She then releases a great howl of laughter; a step up from the laughter she was already producing due to Mitchel’s feathering of her soles.
An hour later, Katie is laughing softly with a crazed look on her face. Both nurses are tickling her feet with a constantly changing combination of fingernails, electric toothbrushes and flossers.
The poor girl is exhausted, and has been tickled downright senseless. She doesn’t have the strength to act on her impulses anymore, so she’s just laying down like a pile of ticklish jello while her nervous system is force-fed an endless barrage of tickling sensations.
Once in a while, she makes an effort to scrunch her toes. Everytime, one of the nurses pulls them back effortlessly, and punishes their delicate undersides with yet more tickling.
“Don’t stop looking,” Austin reminds Sage, who is having trouble watching Katie’s grueling ordeal.
When the tickling finally stops, Katie falls asleep within seconds, such is the extent of her exhaustion.
While Katie slumbers, Austin congratulates Sage on surviving her first session, then releases her so that she can go shower and have dinner. After Sage leaves the room, the nurses start giving her sleepy roommate a sponge bath.
“For how long do you think Katie will be in the hospital?” Austin asks Mitchel.
“Less than a week, most likely. I think that Saunders will discharge her.”
“You don’t think there’s anything wrong with her?”
“No. I think that she’s as sane as you and me.”
“Even so, you know how good Saunders is at making shit up to milk patient’s health insurance.”
“Yeah, but Katie knows a thing or two about psychiatry. When she first arrived, she was talking about suicidal ideation and intent... And psychological issues versus physical issues... I don’t think she’ll let Saunders build a case to extend her stay.”
“That’s a shame...”
“Hehe. Why is that?” Mitchel asks with a smirk.
“I just think that having her as a therapy partner would benefit Sage greatly; at least during the earlier stages. The challenges helped keep things interesting. And giving her a choice between being tickled or watching Katie being tickled was a great way to make her confront her fear.”
“Yes... Teehee! It was all pretty fun, wasn’t it?”
“You bet it was,” Austin agrees with a naughty expression.
“Katie wasn’t really supposed to be here today, though. To make her an official participant in Sage’s therapy, she’d need to have her assessment with Saunders. But when she does, he’ll surely discharge her.”
“Yeah...” Austin agrees in a rather sad tone.
“But maybe we can make Katie an unofficial participant,” Mitchel says thoughtfully.
“How?”
“Well... She’d have to keep getting in trouble in the morning. The orderlies don’t really care whether a patient is restrained in an isolation room or in their bedroom. We can ask them to always bring Katie here if she causes trouble, and not to give her any sedatives because she’s prone to having adverse reactions.”
“But how do we get her in trouble every morning?”
“I think that’ll be easier than you realize. Katie is smart, but she’s also hotheaded. During the night shift, just before my shift ends, I can inject her with Ativan using the thinnest needle we have — off the record, of course — She’ll wake up hyperactive and easily irritable. She’ll probably get herself in trouble before the morning ends, but if she doesn’t, you should have a very easy time provoking her into making a scene. Either way, the orderlies will bring her here, where she’ll be strapped down to spend the afternoon with you and Sage.”
“Oh my gosh. That’s diabolical. I love it!” Austin says excitedly.
“Yes... Teeheehee!” Mitchel giggles evilly.
The nurses’ devious plan goes without a hitch.
When Sage is escorted to her second therapy session, Katie is already there, strapped down to her own bed, hyperactive and fuming.
Nurse Mitchel is absent; her presence yesterday was a special favor from Dr. Saunders. Instead of her, Austin is being assisted by a male nurse, handpicked for his unhealthy attitude towards patients. He’s one of those medical professionals who ended up working in a mental hospital because it’s a place where he can power trip without getting in trouble. Austin doesn’t particularly like him, but as a tickle-therapy assistant, he’s the perfect man for the job.
“BWAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA! STOPSTOPSTOP! NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO! PLEASE!” Sage cackles away, while both nurses tickle her feet. Austin is using her nails, while the male nurse is wearing metallic banjo picks on his fingers — an accessory which Austin added to the collection to make up for his short nails.
Their combined fingernail tickling is putting Sage through one heck of an ordeal. They’re pinching her heels, spidering her arches, grazing circles on her balls, zig-zagging down her soles, scratching and teasing under her toes... Among other techniques that work well on Sage’s feet. While this happens, Katie is watching with concern, painfully aware that her turn will be up soon.
A couple days later, both girls are restrained in belly down “Y” poses with their ankles secured to the bottom bed rail. Their big toes are tied together and pulled down, to keep their soles wrinkle-free and pretty much immobilized.
Both girls are red faced, howling with laughter while their helpless soles are studied with metal pointers, forks and wartenberg pinwheels. Hanging off their bed rails, they both have a clipboard with a foot diagram, which is being filled out by their tickler as they systematically map out their pedal ticklishness. The ultimate goal of this information gathering is to uncover any sweet spots which have gone unnoticed, as well as making both girls laugh their faces off.
It’s now Katie’s last day before her appointment with Dr. Saunders.
Early in the morning, a big package arrives at the hospital, addressed to nurse Austin. After lunch, when Sage is escorted to her bedroom, she drops her jaw at the sight of a long white straitjacket with leg restraints, like a cross between a straitjacket and a dress.
“It’s for your safety,” Austin tells her sweetly.
The next day, Katie’s turn to see the psychiatrist finally arrives. She explains to him the whole incident with the pain medicine and the effect it had on her. Saunders buys her explanation, but expresses concern with how unstable she has been behaving.
“For the past week, you’ve gotten in trouble almost every single day. What’s going on, Katie?”
“It’s this place. Something’s happening to me. Every morning I wake up as though I’ve had a bomb of caffeine.”
“Interesting...”
“It’s just like the reaction I’ve had to Ativan during my first night.”
“But you haven’t been taking it any more, have you?”
“No. Not that I know, anyway.”
“I’m thinking that it might be a good idea to keep you for observ--”
“No! Absolutely not!” she interrupts him. “This only started since I’ve been here. It’s environmental. Let me leave, and it will stop.”
“Mmm...” he utters thoughtfully.
“Oh for crying out loud! Whatever this is, it isn’t even why I was brought here! I was brought here because people thought I was a danger to myself! Do you still believe that?”
“No.”
“Then you have no grounds for holding me!”
“Katie! Please let me finish. I was going to say that it might be a good idea to keep you under observation for a few more days, but because you’re not suicidal anymore, you’d be here as a willing patient. You would be able to discharge yourself at any time.”
“Oh. Well.... I... I sincerely believe that these... Morning episodes are being brought on by the environment, and that they’ll stop once I’m gone. If they don’t stop, I’ll seek help. Now please, sign my discharge. I want to get back to my life.”
“Fine,” he says, signing a sheet of paper from her file. “You can gather your belongings and leave.”
While Katie is heading to the exit, the sound of Sage laughing hysterically in the distance sends a shiver down her spine.
Poor girl... I’d hate to be in her spot... she thinks.
At long last, Sage walks out of the mental ward. As soon as she crosses the threshold, she’s embraced by her parents, who are overjoyed to have her back.
“Does this mean you don’t mind being tickled now?” her big brother asks.
“It’s fine. You can tickle me tonight, if you want. I’ll show you what I learned,” she replies with a sweet smile.
Later that night, Sage invites him to her bedroom. However, instead of letting him tickle her, she tackles him down on her bed with unexpected ferocity, and tickles him into submission. She then ties him up with stockings, gags his mouth, and for three hours straight, tickle-tortures him with vengeful fury.
Sage’s brother learns the hard way that all those months of intensive exposure therapy effectively cured Sage’s phobia, but also turned her into a wickedly effective tickler, with zero mercy for those who took advantage of her ultimate weakness, or who want to do so.
Enjoy! 😉
FF/FF ● Tickle-Therapy ● Mental Hospital ● Feet & Upper Body
Katie and Sage's Exposure Therapy
Written by
FeatherHeart22
Commissioned for
Blerd44
Katie and Sage's Exposure Therapy
Written by
FeatherHeart22
Commissioned for
Blerd44
Synopsis:
Due to an overzealous ER procedure, Katie is wrongfully committed to a mental hospital. Bound down in an isolation room, her provocative, sharp-tongued attitude pisses off the night shift nurse, who takes matters into her own hands — literally — by tickling Katie throughout the night.
The next day, Katie is moved to a shared room with Sage, a fragile young woman gripped by a debilitating fear of tickling. Katie thought she was done being tickled, but instead, she gets roped into Sage’s exposure therapy.
Will Katie be discharged swiftly? Or will her stay be extended?
And what about Sage? Will her torturous therapy work? Or will it reinforce her phobia?
Read on to find out!
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A young woman bearing a remarkable similarity to the comedian Kat Stickler is being escorted out of a hospital’s ER by two policemen with her wrists cuffed behind her back. She’s 23-years-old, has white skin, average height, a well toned body, long brown hair and brown eyes. She’s wearing jeans, a t-shirt, black socks and sneakers.
“I don’t have a psychological issue! I don’t belong in a mental hospital! That nurse is a moron! OUCH! You’re hurting my arm!” she protests, struggling against the officers.
“Please stop resisting. You’re hurting yourself,” one of them says.
“This is ridiculous! I was just feeling suicidal because of a rare reaction to a pain medicine! This isn’t a psychological issue! It’s a physical issue!”
“We’re just doing our job, Miss.”
“I’m not even planning to kill myself! All I said was how the pills make me feel! Suicidal ideation isn’t the same as intent! For crying out loud, I only came to the hospital because I found out that I’m allergic to the pills I was prescribed!” she protests, but the cops drive her to a mental hospital against her wishes, as they are required to do when an ER identifies a suicidal patient.
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The young woman is now wrestling with three orderlies. This is taking place inside a small, windowless, sterile-looking room, with nothing inside except for a gurney with psychiatric restraints and a camera on the ceiling.
“Stand still! Crazy bitch! Lay her down!” one of the men barks.
“AHHHHH!” she screams as they pick her up by her arms, then slam her down on the gurney.
“Strap her wrist!” another man shouts.
“I’M NOT GOING TO KILL MYSELF! I’M NOT! I DON’T BELONG HERE!” she screams.
“Save it for the shrink!” the man holding her legs says. She then manages to yank one of her legs from under his grasp, leaving her sock on his hand, and smashes her bare heel against his face. “MRRRRRG! Gods dammit!” he groans in pain.
Despite her struggling, the men manage to restrain her wrists beside her waist, then pull out her jeans and replace them with a pair of very thin, white pajama pants. They then cuff her ankles down and start replacing her shirt and bra with a matching pajama shirt, releasing only one of her wrists at a time.
“NO! Don’t take my bra!” she protests.
“Bras aren’t allowed because they often have wires inside,” one of the orderlies explains with a naughty smile on his face, tossing her bra over his shoulder.
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About 20 minutes later, the girl successfully pulls her right hand free, then frantically unbuckles the remaining restraints. It doesn’t take long before several orderlies and a nurse charge into the room, force her back on the gurney, and restrain her in an “X” position with an extra pair of cuffs on her elbows to make a second escape unlikely.
Before leaving, the nurse gives her a shot of Ativan to calm her down. However, her body doesn’t react well to it, and she becomes hyperactive instead of drowsy.
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Several hours later, the young woman is squirming against the restraints and desperately looking for a distraction, because being deprived of mobility and distractions in her hyperactive state is driving her absolutely out of her mind.
“Hello?! Is someone there?!” she calls out to the camera. “I’m going NUTS over here! I’m so fucking bored! Please! This is torture! You can’t treat me like this! I’m not going to kill myself! You don’t have to keep me tied down! What’s the point of keeping me like this?! You’re supposed to help people! Not drive them insane!”
Just a few minutes later, a nurse enters the room, closing the door behind herself. She’s quite pretty, bearing a great physical similarity to the actress Zazie Beetz. Her face has distinctly African features, but her skin isn’t too dark; it can be described as a very lovely shade of caramel brown, or perhaps pecan brown. Her hair — equally brown — is extremely voluminous, styled in a mid-part afro.
“Finally! I’m going NUTS! Release me!”
“Hi. Katie Smith, right? I’m nurse Mitchel — your suicide watch,” the nurse says with indifference towards the girl’s plight. ”I’ve been keeping an eye on you for the past few hours, but the camera keeps glitching out, so from now on, I’ll be popping in every 15 minutes to check on you.”
“LET ME GOOOOOO! I’M NOT GOING TO HURT MYSELF!” the girl screams furiously.
The nurse is taken aback by the hysterical scream. She frowns her face and says, “Miss, I’m not having a particularly easy nightshift, and I’d really appreciate it if you would refrain from screaming at me. You need to chill. Is there anything I can do to help you relax? A glass of cold water, a cup of tea, a sleeping pill...”
“YOU WANT TO HELP?! THEN SET ME FREE! I DEMAND TO BE RELEASED! I’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS BED FOR HOURS! I’M BORED OUT OF MY MIND! AND I’M NOT A SUICIDE RISK! SUICIDAL IDEATION ISN’T THE SAME AS INTENT!”
The nurse closes her eyes and brings a hand to her forehead, as though experiencing a headache. “That does it,” she utters in a tired tone. “So you’re bored, huh?! Alright, let’s have a bit of fun together, just you and me,” she says whilst walking to the gurney’s side at a brisk, determined pace.
Katie has no idea what the nurse is planning to do, so when she feels a handful of long fingernails briefly digging into her right ribs, it comes as a complete surprise. “YEEEEEEEEEK!” she squeals with her eyes open wide, trying to raise her right leg, lower her right arm, and roll onto her side. “DON’T DO THAT!”
“Or what? Or what? What'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do?” the nurse taunts, pinching her right ribs with both hands.
“YEEEEEAAAAAARG! HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!” the girl squeals and bursts out laughing, all while struggling like a madwoman.
Nurse Mitchel stops after a few pinches and simply smirks at the girl, her hands held hesitantly in front of her chest. She's clearly unsure whether to quit it or tickle some more.
Katie, giggling and squirming, turns her face towards the nurse and demands, "Don't do that!"
Still smirking, the nurse starts repeatedly lurching her hands towards her.
"Heeek! Heeek! No! Don't!" Katie squeals, shuddering away from the nurse’s hands in ticklish fear.
The girl's adorable reactions encourage the nurse to resume the tickles, so she starts probing her sides with a pair of wiggling index fingers.
"GAAAAA-Hahahahahaha!" Katie squeals with laughter, desperately trying to lower her arms. When this need goes unmet, she instead starts arching her back, repeatedly raising and dropping her pelvis a few inches.
"Teehee! Please calm down, Katie! What's the matter with you?" the nurse asks jokingly, as her wiggling fingertips relentlessly poke and scratch the girl's ribs.
"STAAAP! HAAA-hahahaha! STAAP STAAAP STAAAAP! YEAAAAA-Hahahaha!" the girl squeals and giggles crazily. But instead of stopping, Nurse Mitchel starts drawing small circles under her armpits.
“YEEEEAAAAARG! Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaa!” Katie explodes with laughter whilst rolling her shoulders sideways.
The nurse keeps teasing her underarms with a mix of small circles and chaotic spidering for about a minute, then abruptly stops to glance at her wristwatch. “Well, I have other duties to attend to, but don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on you,” she says with a straight face. Then she adds with a smirk, ”And to make sure you’re not bored.” With those words, she turns around and leaves the room.
“Ufff... Ufff... Ufff... Bitch...” Katie mutters whilst catching her breath.
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Fifteen minutes later, the nurse returns. Without even asking Katie how she’s doing, she brings her nails right back to the girl’s armpits.
“BWAAAAAAA-Hahahahaha! GET AWAY FROM ME! TEEH-Hehehehehe!” Katie explodes, hopelessly trying to escape from her restraints, but in this position and with the extra cuffs on her elbows, she’s hopelessly stuck.
“There, there... Don’t worry... It’s going to be alright... I’ll make sure you don’t get bored...” the nurse taunts.
“SCREW YOOOU! HOOO-Hohohohoho! Yaaaaarg! Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaa!” Katie laughs whilst tugging on her arms and rolling her shoulders sideways.
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About 3 minutes later, the nurse has to leave, but on the way out, she swipes her nails up Katie’s soles — a casual gesture which makes the girl scrunch her toes, bend her knees as hard as she can, arch her back, and produce a brief but hysterical squeal with her eyes bulging out, “YEEEK! NO! NOT MY FEET!”
“Not your feet, huh? Teehee! See you soon, sweetie,” the nurse says whilst leaving the room.
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Katie spends the next 15 minutes struggling against the bondage, but alas, when nurse Mitchel returns, she’s still exactly in the same place. This time, the nurse is carrying a water bottle with a straw and a folding chair. She sets the chair in front of the girl’s feet and goes offer her a drink. Katie would love to spit the water on the nurse, but she’s far too thirsty to waste the water.
“Is there anything you’d like to say?” the nurse asks whilst walking along the gurney’s length. “Maybe a little apology for screaming at me?”
“Stay away from me, you maniac! I’ve never been treated this badly! This is downright torture! I have patient rights!”
The nurse rolls her eyes and goes sit on the chair. “Oh come now... You’re such a grouchy patient... You need to lighten up...”
“No! NO! DON’T FUCKING TICKLE ME!”
“Show me a smile...” Mitchel says softly, waving her nails up the girl’s feet.
Katie squeals with a grimace, eyes open wide, pulling back her legs and leaning her feet away.
“Not to mention... You’re so terribly bored... What’s the matter? We’re just having fun...” the nurse taunts whilst casually pursuing the girl’s feet with her wiggling fingers.
“Get away! Get away! Get awaaaaay!” Katie cries out, then she pouts her lips, trying to hold back her reactions.
“Come on... Let’s see a smile...” the nurse taunts evilly.
“PFFFFFT! BWAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! KNOCK IT OFF!” the girl explodes, struggling like a maniac.
“Such cute feet you have, Katie! Sooo pretty! And sooo ticklish! Tickle, tickle, tickleeee!” the nurse coos, as though playing with a little girl.
Katie has an utterly adorable pair of size 8 (US) feet. They’re a little wide, with high arches and big, plushy balls, like a pair of pillows beneath her toes.
Her toes, long and feminine, have teardrop shaped pads, long stems, and a somewhat Oriental shape, meaning that her toes’ length forms a gentle slope from the big toes to the pinkies. Lastly, her big toes lean inwards heavily, pressing against the neighboring index toes.
As for her soles, they’re pale with a strong pinkish hue; naturally wrinkly from the base of the heels to middle of the foot, then smooth the rest of the way to the toes.
“HA-HA-HA-HA! Knock it OFF! TEE-HE-HE-HE! Not my feeeet!” she cackles, starting to cry from laughter.
“I’m barely doing anything! Teehee!” Mitchel giggles. She then grips Katie’s right instep firmly and says, ”I have to go soon, so let’s step it up a notch.” Before that sentence is even finished, she starts spidering a handful of long nails into the girl’s scrunched up, plushy sole.
Katie loses it. She explodes with hysterical cackling, struggling and convulsing wildly, tossing herself in every direction with her face scrunched up in a mask of ticklish agony. “BWAAAAAA! HAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA! FUUUUCK! FUOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO! YAA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh my gosh!” the nurse exclaims in awe of the girl’s highly amusing reactions. She pauses the tickling for a second in order to scoot herself closer to the table, and steps down on the base of the gurney to make sure that it doesn’t tip over. Then she gleefully resumes the fingernail spidering.
Three minutes later, nurse Mitchel gets up hastily and exits the room saying, “Ups! Gotta go!”
“Hehehe... No more... Ufffff... No more... Hahaha..... Uffff...” Katie utters whilst gasping for air and giggling like a loony.
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The next morning, Katie is a complete wreck, both physically and mentally. For over half of the night, like clockwork, the nurse arrived every 15 minutes to give her 3 to 5 minutes of tickling. The poor girl felt like she was in a literal torture chamber, being subjected to a mix of sleep deprivation and tickle-torture.
After 4 hours of this mistreatment, Katie’s demeanor took a 180º turn. Simply put, Nurse Mitchel broke her. But even after Katie was tame as a kitten, the nurse kept tickling her without a shred of mercy for no other reason than her own amusement.
Before quitting her shift, the nurse figured out that Katie had had an adverse reaction to Ativan, so she added that information to the girl’s file and gave her a different sedative to help her fall asleep.
◄●►
When the day nurse enters the room, Katie is soundly asleep. Mitchel cleaned her up a bit before leaving, but it’s still obvious that the girl had a rough night.
“Why are you so messy?” the male nurse ponders.
Then, as he reads her file, he mutters to himself, “Paradoxical response to Ativan... Oh! No wonder she’s a wreck. Yeah. She can sleep until lunch, at least.”
◄●►
At noon, Katie is forcefully woken up because otherwise she won’t be sleepy at night, and because she needs to eat something.
Nurse Mitchel’s “breaking-in”, still fresh in her mind, works in tandem with general tiredness and with the morning sedative to keep her very calm, so she’s allowed to be in the dayroom with the other patients. To the casual observer, she looks almost like a zombie, sitting on the couch all afternoon with a vacant look on her face.
◄●►
After dinner, a nurse comes to take Katie to a bedroom with a roommate, because the room where she slept last night was actually a seclusion room. However, to Katie’s bewilderment, the nurse wants her to sleep strapped down again.
“But why? I’ve been calm all day... I don’t want to kill myself... I swear...” she moans.
“Honestly, it’s only because of your roommate,” the nurse replies cryptically.
Katie doesn’t understand, but the annoyance she feels about being needlessly restrained is mitigated by the fact that she’s really looking forward to a full night of restful sleep. So without further objections, she allows herself to be strapped down with her arms by her sides and tucked in to sleep.
When Katie’s ready to sleep, her roommate is brought in. She’s an extremely cute blonde with a square shaped face, shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and milky white skin. She has a great likeness to the actress Erin Moriarty.
Katie watches as the blonde is bound in the same way she is, then they’re left alone.
“Hi...” Katie greets softly, feeling very curious as to why she has to sleep in bondage because of her roommate.
“Hi...”
“I’m Katie. May I ask how old you are? You look too young to be here...”
“I’m Sage. And... I’m barely 18... Which really sucks right now. Adult mental hospitals are so much worse than children’s. If only I was a few days younger I’d be in one instead.”
“So... Erm... Why are you here?”
“I... I have a phobia... A really strong one... And it’s... Totally out of control... It makes me super anxious, stressed... Gives me panic attacks. I can even get them in my sleep, so I’m sorry if I wake you up. I also self-harm because of the anxiety. Even while I sleep. That’s why they strapped me down; they don’t trust me not to scratch myself; and they’re right not to... I can’t help it.”
“What’s your phobia? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“You can ask, but I won’t say.”
“Sorry, I’m being nosy.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence, then Sage says, “I’m sorry. That was really rude of me. I’m nervous about having a roommate. Even one that can’t come near me. That’s so crazy... I know it is... But I can’t help it.”
“It’s alright.”
“Why are you here?” Sage asks, clearly trying to change the subject.
Katie tells her the circumstances which led to her commitment, but leaves out everything that’s happened since she arrived at the hospital.
“That sucks. That nurse was a dick,” Sage says, referring to the ER nurse.
“Yeah... Did the ER send you here too?”
“No. I was convinced to self-commit.”
“That must have been hard.”
“You have no idea. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
A nurse then enters the room quietly — it’s nurse Mitchel.
“You’re supposed to be trying to sleep, ladies,” she says. “Especially you,” she tells Katie.
“I will... Why are you here?” Katie asks while the nurse walks casually to the end of her bed. “Hey! What are you doing?!” she then asks when Mitchel unexpectedly lifts the sheet, leaving her bare feet exposed.
The nurse smirks. “Ohhh, I’m just doing my rounds... And I just thought a little foot rub might help you relax.”
“No! Don’t touch my feet! I don’t want a rub!” Katie protests, but she can’t stop the nurse from taking hold of her insteps and resting one thumbnail on each sole.
Meanwhile, Sage has been hyperventilating with terror in her eyes ever since Katie’s feet have been exposed.
“Relax... It’s just a relaxing little rub...” the nurse says whilst starting to slowly move her thumb nails up and down. However, Katie is far from relaxed. As soon as the nails start grazing her skin, she hops into a sitting position and bursts out laughing uncontrollably.
“NAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!” she laughs, squinting her face with a big unwilling smile on her lips. Her eyes are closed shut; her hands are closed into fists; and her toes are scrunched down tightly.
“Awwww... Don’t you like my little rub? Poor Katie... Her feet are sooooo ticklish...” the nurse coos.
After about 30 seconds of tickling, Sage shouts with tears of terror running down her pretty face, “STOOOOAP! STOP! LEAVE HER ALONE! I CAN’T BEAR TO EVEN HEAR IT! PLEEEEASE STOOOOAP!”
Nurse Mitchel stops tickling and stares with surprise at the blonde girl. “I read your file. You’re the girl with the tickling phobia.”
“Tickling phobia?!” Katie squeals.
“That’s right. Didn’t she tell you? Of course not. She’s too scared of tickling to even mention it,” the nurse tells Katie. She then addresses Sage, “You better get used to seeing this, because the best way to beat a phobia is to confront it. That’s called exposure therapy, and it's almost certainly what doctor Saunders has in store for you.”
“No... No... He can’t do that! I’ll refuse!” the blonde whimpers, shaking her head in denial.
“You can refuse it, but surely your lawyer told you what happens if you don’t cooperate,” Nurse Mitchel tells Sage. She then returns her attention to Katie. “Where were we? Oh that’s right! Just a little more...” she says, starting to scramble her nails under the girl’s feet.
“Nonono! NOOOAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA! NO! DON’T DO THAT! BWAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA!” Katie explodes with wild cackling, struggling and tugging her limbs like a maniac.
For about 2 minutes, Mitchel’s nails spider and flutter all over Katie’s soft soles, then the nurse stops and walks to the foot of the other bed.
Sage has spent the last couple of minutes writhing in agony with her eyes closed shut, but when she feels the bed sheet being lifted from her feet, she rises into a sitting position with her eyes open wide and turns her face in that direction so fast that her neck literally cracks.
Sage is wearing a pair of long, pink socks over her size 7.5 feet. As soon as Mitchel sets her hands on her insteps, the girl threatens panickedly, "I'll scream! I'll scream my lungs off! Everyone in the building will hear! Everyone will come running to see what's happening! To see you taking advantage of us!"
The nurse frowns with annoyance, then backs away from her feet.
“Just go. We're fine. We don't need anything. Just let us sleep. Please,” Sage asks in an increasingly calmer tone.
“Bah,” Mitchel grumbles on her way out.
Sage collapses on the bed and sighs hugely.
"I'm glad that worked," Katie says.
"Me too."
"I'm going to try falling asleep before she comes back."
"Aren't you curious about that lawyer remark?" Sage asks.
"Yeah, but I wasn't going to ask."
"I told you the truth, but not the whole truth. Because of my phobia, I hurt someone really badly. It was an accident, but a serious one. The judge let me off without a prison sentence or criminal record, under the condition that I get psychiatric help."
"So, if you refuse the therapy..."
"My lawyer convinced me to self-commit, because this way I get a few privileges, like the right to refuse drugs, to make as many phone calls as I want, and so on. But I have to cooperate with the actual therapy. If I don't, I'll be involuntarily committed. I'll lose my privileges, and any say on what happens to me."
◄●►
The following morning, Katie keeps demanding to be seen by a doctor because she’s not suicidal at all; she’s not even feeling suicidal ideation anymore because the pain meds wore off. To her dismay, the staff tells her that she has to wait a week before the psychiatrist can see her.
Just before lunch, Katie hears a commotion in a hallway close to the dayroom, so she goes take a peek.
“YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME! YOU’RE INSANE!” Sage screams from the hallway into the psychiatrist’s office.
“Calm down, Sage. Please, come back inside...” someone asks gently from inside the office.
Katie should really stay out of it, but she decides to try calming down her roommate before the orderlies sedate her. So she approaches Sage and asks, “What’s wrong? What does he want to do? I’m sure he’ll let you look away from the videos, if it becomes too--”
The panicking blonde turns her head towards her and interrupts, “He doesn’t want me to watch videos! He wants to tickle me! HE WANTS ME TO BE TICKLED AS A THERAPY! That’s insane! Being tickled is what made me like this in the first place!”
At that point, several orderlies start approaching.
The psychiatrist walks up to the doorway and says calmly, “It would be very gentle. And the nurses would give you plenty of breaks. Please try to relax. Just breathe. Take deep breaths.”
“SCREW YOU!” Sage shrieks.
“I know it’s going to be hard, but confronting your fear directly is the best approach. We can give you something to lower your anxiety.”
Katie then tells her, “Sage, remember what you told me last night. Remember what happens if you refuse your therapy.”
The blonde presses her back against a wall and slides down to the floor with her head lowered. Then she puts her hands on her head and groans, “Fuuuuuck. This is so fucked up. Fine. I’ll do it. Just don’t change me to an involuntary patient.”
The doctor waves the orderlies away and helps Sage to the dayroom. Katie follows them. “You there,” he addresses Katie, “Are you her friend?”
“Kinda. I’m her roommate.”
“Close enough. Can you keep her company? Her first session will be after lunch.”
“I guess. Sure. Are you Doctor Saunders?”
“That’s right.”
“I’ve been trying to see you because I’m not suicidal at all. I don’t belong here.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait for your appointment. I’m incredibly overworked.”
Katie sighs, frustrated yet resigned. “Fine...” She then sits next to Sage as Saunders walks away.
◄●►
After lunch, two male orderlies come to take Sage to her first tickle-therapy session. The poor girl is a pile of nerves, so they offer her the same drug Katie was forced to take in the isolation room. But with Sage, the sedative works as intended, making her much calmer. She’s taken to her bedroom and strapped down to her bed.
Just as the orderlies are about to pull off her socks, Saunders opens the door and asks them to follow him outside.
Sage looks at the door, wondering what’s happening, then gasps in horror when she sees the dreaded nurse Mitchel entering the room alongside another female nurse. Mitchel is carrying a doctor’s handbag.
“Hi there. We’ll be delivering your therapy today,” Mitchel announces with a mischievous smirk while the other nurse closes the door.
“What?! No! Not you! Anyone but you!” the girl protests, squirming against the bondage.
“Ohhh... Don’t say that...” Mitchel coos, walking to the bedside. “I came in to work waaay early just to make sure your therapy starts off on the right foot.”
“HA! Good one,” the other nurse laughs. “BA-DUM-TSS!”
At this point, Sage finally takes a good look at the other nurse. She’s a remarkably beautiful young woman; taller than Mitchel, with a very slim figure, white skin, brown hair caught up in a bun, brown eyes, and a very square face. She looks pretty much exactly like the actress Lily James.
Mitchel notices how Sage is looking at the other nurse, so she makes the introductions. “This is nurse Austin; a very good friend of mine, and a seriously good tickler,” she says, pronouncing those last words with a wicked grin.
“Oh SHIT! NOOOO!” Sage shouts, erupting into a frenzied struggle.
“I convinced Dr. Saunders that she’d be the perfect choice to run your therapy. And as a special favor, I’ll be joining her today.”
With a sweet smile on her lips, Nurse Austin waves a handful of long fingernails at the poor girl.
“YIIIIIIIIIIK! NOOOO! HEEEEEELP!” Sage squeals hysterically.
“Anyway, let’s get started, shall we? You have many hours of tickling ahead of you,” Mitchel says sadistically whilst setting down the bag on the bedside table. Then, ignoring Sage’s hysteria, she picks up two white feathers from inside the bag and hands one of them to Austin.
Austin accepts the feather. “We’ve gathered a whole bag of useful tools,” she starts explaining, “because we think that exposing you to many different types of tickling will be good for you. We have feathers, make-up brushes, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, flossers--”
“FUUUUUUCKING HEEEELL! NOOOOOO! I’LL GO MAD!” Sage screams.
“Don’t worry, sweetie... We’ll start off reeeeeally gentle,” Austin says, sitting down at the foot of the bed.
Mitchel joins her. “Scream all you want,” she says. “The staff is expecting to hear screams and laughter coming from this room, so unlike last night, no one will care; no one will come for you.”
“No... No... Please... Please...” Sage whimpers, as the women start pulling off her long, pink socks.
Little by little, the socks are removed, exposing a pair of delightful, very silky, size 7.5 feet with high arches and insanely cute toes. Sage’s toes are short, bubbly and somewhat Oriental shaped. Her pinky and fourth toes are so short that in their relaxed position, their pads are only a few millimeters away from the base of the toes. As for color, her soles are pale, with lovely pink highlights on the heels, balls and toe pads.
“Daaaaw... Her feet are so pretty!” Austin remarks whilst touching her right foot.
Meanwhile, Sage scrunches her face tightly and produces a giggly whimper on account of the feather that has begun to tease her wrinkled up left sole.
“Hey! Don’t start without me!” Austin complains jokingly, bringing her feather to the girl’s right sole.
Nurse Michell doesn’t answer, though. She’s already immersed in the task at hand, clearly eager to show Sage who’s in charge after the humiliating way she forced her to leave last night.
As the second feather joins the first, Sage bursts out laughing, tugging on her legs and rolling her upper body sideways. “NAAAAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA!”
“Oh my... She sure is ticklish, isn’t she?” Austin asks.
“Indeed...” Michell replies thoughtfully.
“HAAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAA! PLEEEEASE! HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAAA-HAA-HAA!” Sage keeps laughing, while the feathery tips travel sideways over her wrinkles and crinkles.
Both women keep exploring her soles with the feathers’ tips, appearing absolutely fascinated that this is enough to draw such a powerful response from Sage. They feather sideways from the top border of her heels to the base of her toes, tease up and down her arches, and draw circles and figure eights a little bit everywhere.
After a minute, Sage jumps into a sitting position and begs with a look of utter desperation on her face, “PLEASE STOOOOAP!”
She then turns her head straight up and produces a burst of laughter whilst pulling and shaking her arms in a furious attempt to free her wrists. “HAHAHAHAHAHA-HAAAA!”
“Wow... I’m so jealous of you...” Nurse Mitchel tells her friend.
“I know, right? She’s off-the-charts ticklish. And thanks to you, I’ll get to tickle her for who knows how long. I owe you BIG TIME for this.”
“You got that right.”
“BWAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA! STOP TICKLING MY FEEEET!” Sage shouts at them, still struggling like a maniac.
“I just realized something,” Mitchel says. “Can you believe she took Ativan?”
Austin looks straight at her with surprise and disbelief on her face. “No way! Are you serious?”
“It’s true! Saunders told me she took a pill before coming here.”
“Oh. My. God. That’s unreal,” Austin says, turning her face slowly towards Sage. “If this is how you react with Ativan in your system... I can’t even imagine how crazy things are going to get without it. I’ll have to get you in a more restrictive setup. Perhaps a straitjacket and legs binder. Or even a bondage body bag with holes for the feet.”
“We don’t have anything like that in the hospital.”
“I know, but we can order them for her — from a BDSM shop if need be — otherwise she’ll struggle so hard, she might hurt herself even in five-point restraints. I’m sure Saunders will approve, as long as the goal is to keep her safe during therapy.”
“Agreed. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again — I’m really jealous of you. I can’t believe you’re going to get paid to do this,” Mitchel says.
“YEEEEAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAA! STOPSTOPSTOP! NOOO-HOO-HOO-HOOO!” Sage howls, going crazy from the feathers dancing all over her soft soles.
“Can’t you request a transfer from the night-shift? I’d make sure you’re my assistant.”
“I’ll do that, but you know how hard it is to get out of the night-shift before rotation day.”
At that moment, Michell drags her feather over Sage’s toe pads, causing the girl to squeal sharply whilst arching her back, “YIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK!”
“Oh my. Teehee. Let's give her toes some love,” Austin says with a rather naughty facial expression.
Both nurses focus their feathers on Sage’s scrunched up toes, mercilessly teasing their pads. The girl goes positively berserk. “YEEEEE-HEEEEEE-HEEEEEE-HEEEEEE!” she laughs hysterically whilst tossing herself in every direction. “BREEEEEAK! HAHAHAHA! BREEEEAK!” she then calls out.
“How long has it been?” Austin asks rhetorically, glancing at her wrist watch. “About 4 minutes. Yeah, let's give her a break.”
The nurses stop tickling and wait for Sage to regain her breath. The poor girl is already an unbelievable mess with her blonde hair plastered all over her tearful face. “Mercy... Please... Uffff... Uffff... Mercy... I can’t take it... I can’t...” she begs.
Austin goes clear up her face and says sweetly, “It’s okay... It’s only a little tickling... Just let us make you laugh... There’s nothing to be afraid of...”
“ONLY TICKLING?! Tickling is the worst torture in the whole world!” Sage complains, but Austin simply returns to her feet, clearly eager to resume the therapy.
“Alright, let's pick it up where we left off,” Austin tells the other nurse.
“Hey, I have an idea. How about we count her piggles?” Mitchel proposes.
“Great idea!” the other nurse agrees. They both take hold of the girl’s insteps.
“No! I hate that!” Sage moans. Then she chuckles with a big smile on her face when the feathers start wiggling under her big toes. “TEEE-HE-HE-HE-HE!”
“This little piggy went to the maaaaarket...” the nurses sing in unison. Then they take hold of her index toes and sing, “This little piggy stayed hooooome...” whist teasing her toe pads.
“BWAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA!” Sage falls apart laughing.
“This little piggy had roast beef...” they sing.
“NA-NA-NA-NAAA! HAHAHAHAHA!”
“And this little piggy had noooone...”
“YAAAA-HAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA!”
“And this little piggy went...” they sing, teasing her pinky toes.
“NO! NO! NOOO-HOHOHOHOHOOO! NOT THAT ONE!” Sage begs, fearing the worst.
“WEE! WEE! WEE! ALL THE WAY HOOOOME!” both nurses sing, tickling up and down her wrinkled soles. Austin uses her feather, but Mitchel switches to her long fingernails.
“BWAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA! MERCY! MERCY! MERCY! FUUUCK! YAAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA!” Sage goes completely mental, laughing her head off and struggling desperately to rescue her left foot from Mitchel’s dancing nails.
They keep tickling for a few more seconds, then Austin stops and makes Mitchel stop too. Both of them wait for a few moments, watching with amusement as Sage keeps laughing without them doing anything.
◄●►
Suddenly, the door is opened by an orderly, and two others drag Katie inside the room. “I just want to make a phone call! That’s it! What’s the big deal?! Why should I have to wait? There’s no reason! It makes no sense!” she protests while the men strap her down to her bed.
The orderly who opened the door turns towards the nurses and says, “Sorry for barging in like this. All the isolation rooms are taken, so we’re strapping her down to her own bed. We’ll knock her out with a sedative, so you can keep carrying out that girl’s therapy in privacy.”
“No! Don’t sedate her!” Mitchel asks quickly, her eyes glinting mischievously.
“Huh? Are you sure? Why not?”
Instead of replying, the nurse simply smirks and wiggles a handful of fingernails in the air.
“OH! Haha! Alrighty then. Maybe a little therapy will be good for her. Hahaha!” he laughs. All orderlies then exit the room, leaving Katie strapped down with her arms by her sides, fully awake.
“Well, well, well...” nurse Mitchel says, walking casually towards Katie with her hands behind her back and a grin on her lips. “Looky who we have here,” she says in a naughty tone.
“Stay away from me! STAY AWAY!” Katie shouts at her.
“Erm... Mitchel? Why did you...” Austin asks Mitchel.
“Meet Katie. She’s going to join Sage’s therapy, if you don’t mind.”
“LIKE HELL! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PSYCHO!” Katie shouts.
Austin smirks and asks, “Is it your medical opinion that she would benefit from it?”
“Absolutely. She needs this just as much as Sage,” Mitchel says evilly.
“Well then. Look Sage, you just got a therapy buddy. For today, anyway,” Austin tells her patient, who’s lying on her bed, miserable, wrecked, and downright shell-shocked.
Mitchel then proposes, “Austin, how about you work with Sage for now, while I give Katie a proper welcome?”
“Works for me,” the other nurse shrugs.
“No... No. Get away...” Sage whimpers, watching fearfully while Austin goes to the tool bag.
Meanwhile, Mitchel steps outside the room to fetch two folding chairs. Upon her return, Austin is waving two white ostrich plumes in the air above Sage’s face whilst saying, “Relax... It’s okay... The feathers are your friends... They just want to make you giggle...” but far from relaxed, Sage is going bonkers with fear and anxiety.
Mitchel sets one chair for Mitchell at the foot of Sage’s bed, then sits on the other chair, directly in front of Katie’s sock-covered feet. “And here we are again,” she says with a mocking smile.
“Leave me alone! Don’t tickle my feet!” Katie squeals while the nurse starts pulling off her socks.
“But I must! We’re doing tickle-therapy in this room. And you’re here with us...” Mitchel taunts, her words trailing off, whilst unveiling Katie’s silky soles.
“No! NO! I HATE BEING TICKLED!” she screams, going through a surge of intense struggling.
Nurse Mitchel takes hold of her right foot and starts grazing that sole with a handful of nails in circular motions. “But that won’t do!” she says.”You must learn to like it! Just like Sage.”
With her hands closed into fists and her face scrunched down tightly, Katie leans on her right side as much as possible, kicking her right foot wildly. “PFFFFFFFT! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!” she bursts out laughing.
Meanwhile, Austin is holding down Sage’s head by the forehead, and is extracting bouts of wild giggling from her by dragging a plume against her neck. “Yeeeeee-Hehehehehehe! Yaaaaa! Hahahahahaha! PLEASE STOP! YAAAAAA! IT’S HORRIBLE!”
“Yeah? I want you to tell me why you fear tickling so much. For long as you’re talking, I’ll stop teasing your neck.”
“OKAY! OKAY! JUST STOP! Yaaaaa-Hahahahahaha!”
Nurse Austin stops feathering her neck, but holds the plume threateningly close to it. “Well?”
“I grew up being tickled by everyone! My dad started it, then my brothers followed his example! Then my friends from school learned from my brothers how ticklish I am, and they started to tickle me too! Everyone thought my reactions were so cute, so they constantly poked and taunted me! They were relentless! I wasn’t safe at home or at school!”
“Tell me about the Patrick incident.”
“Patrick? No! I don’t want to talk about him! Please!” she begs emotionally.
“Tell me...” Austin demands, grazing the plume against her neck.
“AAARG! OKAY! OKAY! He was a friend from class! We were doing a group assignment in my bedroom! He was my only friend who never tickled me! I trusted him! But that day, he squeezed my sides from behind! I turned around and pushed him off! He tripped and fell! His head hit the bedpost and he ended up in a coma! I didn’t mean to do it! I didn’t mean it!”
“If only you hadn’t reacted so violently, Patrick would be okay. That’s why you’ll have to get used to tickling,” the nurse explains softly.
“NO! IT’S IMPOSSIBLE! I’M TOO TICKLISH!”
“I know you’re really ticklish, but you have to stop being terrified of it. You have to. I’ll help you beat that fear, no matter how long it takes. I’m here for you!”
“Bwaaaaa! I’m in hell! I’m in tickle-hell!” Sage cries out in misery.
On the other side of the room, Mitchel mumbles, “Teehee. Ain’t that the truth.” She’s presently holding Katie’s foot steady and spidering a handful of nails up and down her arch. “Tickle, tickle, tickle... Is this a good spot, by any chance?” she asks jokingly.
“YAAAAAAAARG-HAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAAA! FUCKING STOOOOAP!” Katie squeals with laughter, tossing herself in every direction and desperately trying to free her wrists.
Meanwhile, on the other bed, Austin relocates back to Sage’s feet, holding a feather duster.
“Sage? Sage,” she calls out to the hyperventilating girl, “I’m going to tease your feet. And it’s okay. Tickling is okay. Repeat after me. Tickling is okay.”
“No it’s not! It’s not okay!”
“Have it your way. The longer it takes you to accept that tickling is nothing to fear, the longer you’ll have to stay in the hospital, under my care,” Austin says, emphasizing that last sentence. At the same time, she takes hold of the girl’s right foot.
As soon as the wiggling plumes meet Sage’s hyper-sensitive nerves, she scrunches her foot as hard as possible and squeals with laughter, “Yaaaaaaa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa! I can’t stand it!”
“Gouchie, gouchie, goo! This is so soft, Sage! It’s so nice! The feathers want to give you a little massage. That’s all,” Austin explains in a patronizing tone, as though talking to a small child.
“It’s torture! Hahahahaha! It’s maddening! Yaaaaa-Hahahahaha!”
“You’ll just have to grow used to it. Tickle, tickle, tickle...” Austin answers, her sweet smile stretching into an evil grin.
While Sage is getting her feet dusted, Mitchel goes fetch a rotary electric toothbrush from the bag.
“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DO IT!” Katie screams wide eyed.
“Why not? It’s why you’re here,” the nurse replies whilst sitting down. She then takes hold of Katie’s left foot and demands, “Relax your toes. Relax your toes or I swear I’ll get between them with an electric flosser.”
Katie has no idea how much that actually tickles, but she’d rather not find out, so she reluctantly stops scrunching her toes.
Nurse Mitchel adjusts her grip so that her thumb is pressed against the stems of Katie’s toes; thus rendering the girl’s toe pads firmly immobilized and exposed. Then she turns on the electric toothbrush.
As the buzzing sound fills the room, Katie gasps in horror, then whimpers softly in fearful anticipation. As for Sage, she turns her tearful face towards the source of the sound with a look of abject horror upon it, and briefly forgets all about the feather duster dancing under her foot.
When the spinning bristles touch Katie’s big toe, she squeals sharply and starts trying to crawl towards the opposite end of the bed; a futile endeavor, but one beyond her control. The bristles’ kiss delivers onto her nerves a shockingly novel ticklish sensation — one which she’s utterly unprepared to cope with.
“YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK! GET IT AWAY!” she squeals hysterically.
With an evil grin on her face, Nurse Mitchel takes the bristles on a tour of Katie’s captive toe pads. One by one, they all experience the horror of the electric toothbrush, lovingly buzzing in small circles under each toe for a few endless moments. Katie can only squeal hysterical laughter and struggle like a complete maniac.
Meanwhile, Nurse Austin cleverly uses Katie’s ticklish hysteria to threaten Sage into keeping her toes still, or else suffer the same torment. “Good girl... Keep them open... That’s it...” she encourages in a patronizing tone whilst pulling a plume between the girl’s toes.
“YeeeeeeAAAAAAARG! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! It’s so baaaad! Hahahahaha! It tickles SO MUCH! YAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-Haaaaaaa!” Sage cries with laughter, desperately trying to stop herself from closing her toes as the unbelievably soft ostrich plume is slowly pulled between the middle and fourth toes of her right foot. “BREEEEEAK!” she then cries out.
Without even looking at her watch, Austin replies, “Not yet. I’ll give you a break after tickling between all your toes.”
“NOOOOO-Hooo-Hooo-Hoooooo!”
“Yes, yes, yes! Be a good girl and take your therapy. Tickling is your medicine,” Austin proclaims with unconcealed glee, relishing in the ticklish suffering that she’s putting the poor girl through.
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Minutes later, Nurse Mitchel is putting Katie’s right toe pads though the same torment their right counterparts already endured. The girl is screaming and screaming laughter, kicking her feet and pulling her wrists.
As for Sage, she’s now panting for breath, laid down with her eyes closed.
“Repeat after me — tickling is okay,” Austin demands. “Do it and you’ll get a whole extra minute added to your break.”
“Tickling is okay... Tickling is okay... Uff... Uff... Tickling is okay...” Sage starts muttering.
Across the room, Katie calls out, “BREEEEAK! HAHAHAHAHA! I WANT A BREAK TOOO! YAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAA!”
“Oh really? Haha! I don’t think so. You’re not a little bitch like Sage. You can take it for longer. So no, you’re not getting a break anytime soon. Now keep your toes steady, or you’re getting the flosser,” Nurse Mitchel says cruelly.
Mitchel’s evil statement makes Katie squeal with ticklish suffering, and sends her into a furious surge of enraged struggling. So much so, that she successfully pulls her right wrist free. The nurse rushes to hold her right arm and calls out, “Austin! Get help!”
Soon, orderlies rush in and secure Katie’s arms above her head to the bedposts, with extra cuffs on her elbows. By Mitchel’s request, they also change her lower body bondage to bring her legs together, effectively changing her into a “Y” position. Lastly, they hold her feet still for Mitchel to tie her big toes together.
While this takes place, Sage simply moans fearfully with her eyes shut, enjoying an unexpected extension to her break — a break which grows even longer when Mitchel asks the other nurse for help punishing Katie.
Both nurses sit at the foot of Katie’s bed, flanking her feet, and start mercilessly raking, scrambling, teasing, pinching and spidering with their combined 20 nails, tickling Katie’s heels, soles, toes and insteps. Not a single inch of skin is safe from their abuse.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! YAAAAAAAAAAARG! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! YEEEEAAAAAAAARG!” Katie screams, squealing and convulsing as though the nurses are literally murdering her. Nearby, Sage is trembling in fear.
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The nurses punish Katie with about 25 minutes of non-stop fingernail tickling, after which Austin stops tickling and asks Mitchel, “Time to get back to Sage. Are you coming?”
“Yeah, alright. I think her feet are getting desensitized, anyway,” she replies.
“Oh no! Oh no!” Sage whimpers, squirming on the bed.
“Can we tickle her harder, now?” Mitchel asks.
“Oh SHIT! NO! PLEASE DON’T!” Sage cries out, struggling against her bondage.
“Alright. I think a few samples of intense tickling might be good for her. Follow my lead.”
“NO IT WON’T!” Sage protests, but alas, the nurses ignore her, settling down in front of her feet.
Austin holds Sage’s right instep and starts waving two fingernails up and down that sole. The other nurse does the same to the other foot.
Sage rises into a sitting position and screams laughter at the nurses, “BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAAAA!”
“Laugh it all out... There’s nothing to be afraid of... This is for your own good...” Austin says softly.
“I CAN’T STAND IT! YIIIIIIIRK! HIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIII! OH GOD IT TICKLES SO MUCH!” Sage cries out, shaking her tearful face left and right.
For about a minute, the nurses keep tickling her gently. Then Austin speeds up her fingers, and signals Mitchel to follow suit.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUU-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOOO!” Sage goes berserk, tossing her upright upper body in every direction while the nurses’ long nails spider rapidly under her squirmy feet.
“Just another minute! Bear through it! Be strong!” Austin encourages her. However, half-way through that last minute, Sage finally manages to pull one of her wrists free.
“Hold her arm! I want her to take the full minute!” Austin orders Mitchel.
“LET ME GO! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAAAA!” Sage cries out with one nurse holding her right wrist and the other tickling her feet.
“No! Running away from your fear isn’t an option!” Austin tells her. “You have to face it! No retreat! No escape!”
“THIS IS CRAZY! HAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS TORTURE! GAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sage laughs whilst trying to shake her wrist free from Michell’s grip.
When the minute finally elapses — more or less — the nurses strap down Sage’s wrist and make sure both wrists are as tight as possible without hurting her. Austin doesn’t bother upgrading her restraints because she doesn’t want to waste more time.
Nurse Austin sits down next to Sage and tells her, “I think you’ve had a good warm up. We’re going to give you a brief sample of all the tickle tools, so you can start getting used to them.”
“Nooooo! Please don’t do this to meeee!” Sage wails.
“Sage... Sage!” Austin says in a firm tone. “Running away from your fear is not an option. Your only choice is to face it.”
“No! I can’t do it!”
“You have to! Don’t you get it? There’s no alternative. No way out.”
Sage turns her face away, breathing rapidly.
“Do you want to pick the tools’ order? That’s the only choice I’m giving you.”
“MRRRRRRRG!” she groans painfully, then asks, “What have you got there?”
Auston shows her the bag’s contents. Sage’s eyes jump fearfully from tool to tool, obviously trying to pick the least ticklish one. “Blush brush,” the girl says.
“You want these brushes?”Austin asks, picking up two fluffy makeup brushes with thick, opaque, black plastic handles.
“Yeah.”
“Alright then,” Austin replies, handing Mitchel one of the brushes.
When both nurses are back in front of Sage’s feet, Austin holds up her brush and tells her colleague, “These brushes have a cool little feature. Check it out.” She holds down a little button on the side of the handle.
To Sage’s dismay, the whole brush starts to vibrate. “Ohhhhh shiiiiiit! Nooooo!” she groans, scrunching her feet tightly and pointing them forward as much as possible.
“Very nice!” Mitchel approves with a grin.
Nurse Austin takes hold of Sage’s right instep, forcibly pulls that foot upright, then brings the vibrating bristles to the center of the sole.
As the silky bristles make contact with her foot, Sage jumps at least a foot off the bed and starts producing a cacophony of adorable squealing laughter. “OHHHHH! SHIIIIIIIT! YIIIIIIIIIIIH! HIIIIII-HIIIII-HIIIII-HIIIIII!”
“She likes it!” Mitchel exclaims, also starting to apply her brush.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA! NOT BOTH OF THEM! YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK-HI-HI-HI-HIIII!” Sage explodes into an even greater hysteria, squirming and convulsing while the vibrating brushes glide all over. They move sideways over her balls and toes, up and down her arches, spiral over her heels, and twirl up and down her sole.
While Sage laughs to tears, Katie is simply laying down with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, hoping against all hope that the nurses will forget about her.
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After a couple minutes with the makeup brushes, Sage is given a short break, during which she reluctantly picks the electric toothbrushes as the next tool — a harrowing decision, but the alternatives look even worse.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAA! I’M GONNA DIE!” she howls hysterical laughter as the devilish devices buzz all over her poor, hyper-ticklish feet.
Despite Austin’s intention to go easy on Sage, she soon finds herself very much enthralled by the task at hand. With the girl’s big toe securely on her grip, Austin starts studying the pink, helpless skin, with the keenness of a professional tickle torturer.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRG! NOT THERE! NOT THEEEEERE!” Sage squeals with her eyes bulging out of her head, when Austin forces the spinning bristles between her index and middle toes.
“I found a really good spot. Try tickling here,” Austin asks Mitchel.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRG! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!” Sage goes completely mental when both nurses use their tools in the same area.
“Okay, stop it,” Austin says, putting down her brush and moving Mitchel’s brush away from the girl’s left foot. “She’s had enough for now.”
Lying before them, Sage is a complete trainwreck. She’s collapsed on the bed, giggling like a lunatic, her face covered in sweat and tears of laughter.
“How long did we...” Nurse Austin asks rhetorically, glancing at her watch. “About six minutes. A bit longer than I was planning... But what’s done is done.”
“Enough... Hehehehe... For today... Hahaha...” Sage giggles. “Call it quits and I swear... Next session... Hehehehe... I’ll let you strap me down... Without a fuss... I swear... I’ll do anything you say... Just end it for today... Please...”
“Erm... I’m sorry, Sage, but I can’t end it so early,” Austin answers, her tone genuinely apologetic. “However, I can see that you’re really beat. So how about this — we’ll give you a long break, so you can recover your strength, then we’ll play a few tickle games and challenges, to try and make it fun.”
“Mrrrrrg... I want to rest for half-an-hour... At least... Please...” Sage moans pleadingly.
“That’s fine. I’ll even give you a foot rub while you rest,” Austin says sweetly.
“And while you pamper her, I’ll pay Katie a visit,” Mitchel says in a naughty tone.
On the other bed, Katie gasps in horror, her eyes wide open.
“No! Please!” Sage pleads. “Leave her alone. She’s not even supposed to be here. And I won’t be able to relax while she’s being tickled. My phobia will kick in.”
“She’s right,” Austin agrees.
Mitchel frowns her face and crosses her arms with annoyance. Katie sighs deeply, feeling like she’s just dodged a bullet — or rather, Sage saved her from the bullet.
Nurse Mitchel waits for a few seconds, appearing to be immersed in thought, then proposes: “What if we include Katie in the games and challenges? We could make it a tickling contest.”
“No! Leave me out of it!” Katie pleads, but Austin seems to like the idea.
“Yes! I like that! It should be quite fun! Teeheehee!” the nurse giggles excitedly.
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After Sage has had her break, Austin announces the first challenge.
“You’ll both have to hold crayons under your toes while we tickle your feet. We’ll tickle both feet at the same time until the first crayon drops, then focus on the remaining foot. Whoever drops both crayons first, loses.”
“And the loser gets a round of flosser tickling,” Mitchel adds.
Both girls gasp, and Sage protests, “No! No more evil tools! Not today! Please!”
Austin seems to like the idea, though. “Yeah... I like that. We’ll go with it,” she says with a smirk. “But if Sage loses, she’ll only get two minutes; Katie will get... Five.”
“Five?! My feet are really ticklish too!” Katie protests.
“But you don’t have a tickling phobia,” Austin justifies.
“Grrrrrr...” Katie fumes.
Austin fetches crayons from the dayroom, and soon, both patients are holding a crayon with each foot. In the interest of fairplay, the nurses flip a coin to decide who tickles who. Austin will tickle Sage’s feet, and Mitchel will tickle Katie’s.
“How hard should we tickle? Do we go all out?” Mitchel asks, cracking her fingers.
“No. If we do that, the game will be over really quick. Just wave your fingertips gently. No nails.”
“You got it.”
“Ready? Go!”
With those words, the nurses start teasing the girls’ silky soles with their fingertips. Katie closes her hands into fists, hardens her body and grimaces. Sage shudders and produces a muffled giggly squeal.
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For six minutes, the nurses’ fingertips wander all over the girls’ shivering feet, above and below, covering them with a blanket of tingly sensations. Both of them are writhing as much as the bondage allows — their feet, however, are surprisingly steady, such is their resolve not to drop the crayons.
“Mrrrrrrrg! Hahahahaha! Grrrrrrrr-Haaaaa-Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaaa!” Katie groans and laughs. Her face is quite red with a grimace of tortured effort, but with a thin smile permanently set on her lips. Nurse Mitchel is presently running her fingers in circles on her arches.
“Come on... Drop the crayons... Tickle, tickle, tickle... Then I’ll get to floss your toesies for five whole minutes...” the nurse taunts. She then starts tapping her fingers instead, which catches Katie by surprise and makes her open her left toes.
“NOOOOOOOO! MRRRRRRRRRRG!” the girl groans.
“There we go! One down, two to go,” Mitchel taunts evilly, swiftly focusing her teasing on Katie’s remaining foot. With 20 fingers at her disposal, she begins a grueling ballet of tickly caresses which really puts the poor girl through the ropes.
“MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG!” Katie groans repeatedly, her face flustered brightly — scrunched down as tightly as her foot — her whole body rocksteady, as she focuses the entirety of her willpower on keeping her muscles contracted.
Meanwhile, Sage is giggling like crazy while Austin draws random circles and figure-eights a little bit all over her soles using only her index fingertips. Truth be told, Austin has been going super easy on Sage to give her a fighting chance, but given how Katie seems to be holding on by a thread, she decides that it’s time to end the handicap.
When Austin’s remaining fingertips start tickling, Sage inhales deeply, her eyes flashing with shock, and she jumps onto a sitting position. “No... No... No...” she utters whilst looking at her own feet with despair. Then she throws back her head, laughing heartily, “NA-HAA-HAA-HAAA!”
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Three minutes pass. Katie is still holding on, steady as rock, while Sage is going nuts. The younger girl is laughing her head off and tossing her upper body around. Once in a while she turns a pleading face towards Austin and moans, “PLEEEEEEEASE!” only to be ignored.
Austin is now spidering and tapping Sage’s arches and the middle of her soles, alternating randomly between fast and slow teases. Suddenly, Sage’s concentration slips, causing her to drop the right crayon.
“NO! NO! NO! FUUUUUCK!” she screams, watching in horror as Austin’s hands converge on her left foot. Nurse Austin then starts performing a grueling 20 fingertip tickling routine, very similar to what Katie has been enduring for the last few minutes.
“BWAAAAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA!” Sage explodes with hysterical laughter, desperately trying to hold her foot steady while Austin’s fingertips dance all over her wrinkled sole with the mastery of a professional tickler.
Thirty seconds later, Sage drops the second crayon. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! NOOOOOOOO! I WAS WINNING! I WAS WINNING! WHY DID YOU MAKE IT HARDER?!” she screams at the nurse.
Austin ignores the question and gets up to fetch a flosser. Meanwhile, Nurse Mitchel stops tickling; Katie relaxes her body with a giggly sigh of relief.
“It’s only two minutes, so I’ll just get on with it,” Austin says, returning to her spot at the foot of the bed.
“Can I help?” Mitchel volunteers eagerly.
“Sure. You can help hold her feet still. Left foot first.”
“NOOOO! NOOOOO!” Sage wails. Then, when the buzzing sound of the flosser fills the room, she’s terrified into complete silence.
“Here we go...” Austin says, lowering the vibrating plastic tip into the immensely delicate valley between Sage’s big toe and its neighbor.
As soon as it connects, Sage tosses herself violently down on the bed, arches her back, and screams sharply. “YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!”
Austin only has two minutes, so she doesn’t dally for too long in each inter-toe space. However, she makes sure to slowly swipe the plastic tip up and down a few times, or if possible, drag it down one toe, across the bottom, and up the next toe.
After screaming a few times, tossing and convulsing wildly, Sage runs out of breath — she’s still screaming, but produces no sound. After a few seconds of this, she takes a deep breath, then resumes her hysterical screaming. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAARG! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!”
Nurse Austin stops ahead of time, frowning with concern. “Hmm... It hurts? It’s possible that your feet are too sensitive for this tool...”
“We can modify the tip,” Mitchel proposes. “It shouldn’t be hard to replace the hard plastic tip with a q-tip, for example.”
“Yes... Agreed. We’ll make changes and try it again in her next session.”
“But she still has over a minute left! What do we do?” Mitchel asks in a mocking tone.
“What indeed? Teehee! Pass me an electric toothbrush, will you?”
“Nooooo! Not again! Pleeeeease!” Sage cries, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. For the remaining time, Austin treats her toes to a short round with the hated device, making sure to get the spinning bristles between her toes.
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Afterwards, Austin announces, “For the next challenge, we’re going to spell out a word under your feet with the quill of a feather. But to make it harder, we’re both going to write at the same time under a different foot. The challenge only ends when you’ve correctly guessed both words. Whoever guesses the words faster, wins.”
Because Sage is still recovering, the nurses start with Katie. They both sit next to a foot, hold back its big toe, and start drawing a sequence of large letters on their respective sole.
“YAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HAAA! IT TICKLES! HAHAHAHAHAAA! SO MUCH!” Katie explodes with laughter as the quills scratch away under her feet.
After a few seconds, Katie starts trying to focus on the letters that Austin is drawing, but with both of her soles getting tickled, it’s not easy at all. “MRRRRRRRRRG!” she groans with effort. Her face is scrunched up, and tears of sweat are rolling down her forehead.
“A... Hahahaha! R... Hoooo-HO-HO-HO! D... Gaaaa-Hahahaha! W... MRRRRRRG! I... YIIIIIRK! Z... PFFFFT! BWAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA!” she spells and laughs. After a couple more spellings she finally gets it. “WIZARD! THE WORD IS WIZARD!” she shouts.
“Good job! Now figure out Mitchel’s word,” Austin compliments.
Katie was hoping that once she guessed the first word, one of the nurses would stop tickling, but Austin is still drawing under her foot.
A few minutes later, Katie shouts, “CANADA! HAHAAA! CANADA! YAAA-HAHAHAHA!”
“You got it,” Mitchel confirms. Both nurses stop tickling, and Austin pauses her wristwatch’s timer. “Seven minutes and 30 seconds. Let's see if Sage can do better.”
The nurses leave Katie panting with her eyes closed and relocate to the foot of Sage’s bed.
“OH GOD! YEEEEEEK! TEEEE-HE-HE-HE-HEEEE!” she bursts out laughing, as the quills start scratching under her feet.
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To everyone’s surprise, Sage figures out both words — Shrek and trapped — in half of the time it took Katie.
“How did you guess them so quickly?” Austin asks.
“Uff... I guess... Having really sensitive feet was useful, for once... Uff...” she replies, puffing and huffing.
Meanwhile, Mitchel is settling down in front of Katie’s feet, armed with a flosser.
“No! NO!” Katie begs. Her feet are bound side by side with the toes tied together, so Mitchel simply takes hold of her big toes, pulls them back, and with sadistic eagerness, places the flosser’s tip in the space next to her left big toe.
“Ready?” the nurse asks, grinning wickedly, her index finger set on the flosser’s switch.
“Mrrrrrg...” Katie groans faintly, a grimace of painful anticipation on her face.
When Mitchel hits the button, causing the plastic tip to start vibrating, Katie screams very much like Sage did, but her scream quickly turns into hysterical laughter. “YIIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAARG! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAA! OH GOD! HAHAHAHAHA! STOPSTOPSTOOOOP! YEEEEEEEE-HEEEE-HEEEEE-HEEEEE! I’M GONNA DIE! BWAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAA!”
One space at a time, Mitchel applies the flosser between all of Katie’s left toes. They’re bigger than Sage’s, so the evil nurse has plenty of workspace; and with five minutes at her disposal, she really takes her time, slowly running the flosser down the side of one toe, across the bottom, up the next toe, and back down again for another trip; and another; and another...
Poor Katie screams, laughs hysterically, convulses and struggles like a complete maniac, but alas, her bondage holds. “IT HUUURTS! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAAAA!” she screams in a desperate bid to make it stop.
“Bullshit! If it hurt you wouldn’t be laughing!” Mitchel retorts.
While Katie’s toes are being flossed, Sage is grinding her teeth with her eyes closed. Nurse Austin is sitting next to her, trying to convince her to open her eyes because seeing Katie getting tickled would synergize well with her therapy. However, despite Austin’s efforts, Sage refuses.
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Five minutes later, Katie’s flossing comes to an end. The poor young woman is a complete and utter wreck. While she recovers, Austin explains the final challenge. “Now, you’ll have to hold your toes open while we pull feathers between them. Whoever closes her toes first, loses.”
“No... No more toes... Please...” Katie moans while Mitchel sits in front of her feet holding two ostrich plumes.
“Are you giving up?” the nurse asks.
“No! Of course not!”
On the other bed, Sage and Austin go through a nearly identical interaction. Soon, both girls are fighting to keep their toes open while the nurses pull feathers between them.
“YeeeeeeAAAAAARG! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! Not agaaain! Hahahahaha! It tickles! It tickles! YAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-Haaaaaaa!” Sage cries with laughter, as the plumes slide between her toes. This is actually the second time this afternoon that she’s been forced to undergo this challenge.
“Teehehehehe! Yaaaaah! Hahahaha! Gosh it tickles! Haaaaa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haa! It’s horrible!” Katie giggles and laughs, her every muscle hardened.
Although at first glance Katie seems to have a big advantage, she hardly had time to recover since her flossing, so her initial strength doesn’t last long. Also, Sage had to endure this exact same torment earlier; a practice run which is now paying off.
“MRRRRRG! NO! No-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho! I can’t do this!” Katie groans and laughs. Moment by moment, her muscle control slips away... Until, after a mere three minutes, she unwillingly shakes her feet away from the plumes. “NOOOOOOOO!” she screams, horrified that she’ll have to endure a second round of flossing.
“She lost again!” Mitchel cheers.
Sage relaxes and sighs with relief. Katie, on the other hand, is despairing. “No! Please! Not again! Please don’t!” she whimpers, pleading to Mitchel with teary eyes. But the nurse simply grins at her misery and goes fetch the flosser.
Yet again, Nurse Mitchel takes hold of Katie’s big toes. She then raises the flosser threateningly and turns it on. As the buzzing sound fills the room, Katie squeals sharply out of fear alone. Then she squeals again when the vibrating tip starts violating the sacred spaces between her toes.
On the other bed, Sage is once more grinding her teeth with her eyes closed shut. Nurse Austin then proposes in a whisper, “Sage, if you force yourself to watch, we won’t tickle you anymore for the rest of this session.”
This offer peaks the girl’s interest. “You mean it? You swear?”
“Yes, but you have to watch while we tickle Katie for the rest of the session. That’s... About an hour and a half. You won’t be tickled, but you have to watch. You can’t look away for more than a few seconds. Deal?”
“Fine. I’ll try my best,” Sage agrees. With effort, she opens her eyes and turns her face towards Katie.
“BWAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA! I’M GONNA DIE! HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! YOU’RE KILLING ME! YEEEEEAAAARG-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!” Katie cackles and struggles hysterically while the flosser’s tip lingers between her the middle and fourth toes of her left foot.
Austin goes sit down on Katie’s bedside and tells the other nurse, “Change of plans. For the rest of the session, Sage is going to watch us tickle Katie. No holding back. Tickle her however you want.” She then leans over Katie and starts pinching her sides.
“FUUCK! NO! NOO-HO-HO-HO-HOO! YOU CAN’T! YOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO! CAN’T DO THIS TO MEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEE!” the poor girl protests amid a deluge of forced laughter, struggling maniacally — as well as hopelessly — against the bondage.
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A little while later, the nurses are both sitting in front of Katie’s feet. They’ve slathered them with baby lotion, and are now driving a pair of vibrating hair brushes all over her slippery, plushy, silky soles.
Katie’s face is red as a tomato, as well as a mask of absolute ticklish agony. She’s screaming laughter at the top of her lungs but no sound crosses her lips.
Sage is hyperventilating, but so far, she has kept her end of the bargain.
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A pair of black running sneakers drop on the floor by Katie’s bed. Nurse Austin, now wearing only white socks on her feet, climbs on the bed and kneels above Katie, the girl’s head resting between her knees. She then leans forward and sets her fingernails on Katie’s pits, where she’s planning to spend a good, long while.
As the nurse’s fingernails begin to swirl against the fabric, Katie pulls down her arms powerfully and attempts to arch her back. She then releases a great howl of laughter; a step up from the laughter she was already producing due to Mitchel’s feathering of her soles.
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An hour later, Katie is laughing softly with a crazed look on her face. Both nurses are tickling her feet with a constantly changing combination of fingernails, electric toothbrushes and flossers.
The poor girl is exhausted, and has been tickled downright senseless. She doesn’t have the strength to act on her impulses anymore, so she’s just laying down like a pile of ticklish jello while her nervous system is force-fed an endless barrage of tickling sensations.
Once in a while, she makes an effort to scrunch her toes. Everytime, one of the nurses pulls them back effortlessly, and punishes their delicate undersides with yet more tickling.
“Don’t stop looking,” Austin reminds Sage, who is having trouble watching Katie’s grueling ordeal.
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When the tickling finally stops, Katie falls asleep within seconds, such is the extent of her exhaustion.
While Katie slumbers, Austin congratulates Sage on surviving her first session, then releases her so that she can go shower and have dinner. After Sage leaves the room, the nurses start giving her sleepy roommate a sponge bath.
“For how long do you think Katie will be in the hospital?” Austin asks Mitchel.
“Less than a week, most likely. I think that Saunders will discharge her.”
“You don’t think there’s anything wrong with her?”
“No. I think that she’s as sane as you and me.”
“Even so, you know how good Saunders is at making shit up to milk patient’s health insurance.”
“Yeah, but Katie knows a thing or two about psychiatry. When she first arrived, she was talking about suicidal ideation and intent... And psychological issues versus physical issues... I don’t think she’ll let Saunders build a case to extend her stay.”
“That’s a shame...”
“Hehe. Why is that?” Mitchel asks with a smirk.
“I just think that having her as a therapy partner would benefit Sage greatly; at least during the earlier stages. The challenges helped keep things interesting. And giving her a choice between being tickled or watching Katie being tickled was a great way to make her confront her fear.”
“Yes... Teehee! It was all pretty fun, wasn’t it?”
“You bet it was,” Austin agrees with a naughty expression.
“Katie wasn’t really supposed to be here today, though. To make her an official participant in Sage’s therapy, she’d need to have her assessment with Saunders. But when she does, he’ll surely discharge her.”
“Yeah...” Austin agrees in a rather sad tone.
“But maybe we can make Katie an unofficial participant,” Mitchel says thoughtfully.
“How?”
“Well... She’d have to keep getting in trouble in the morning. The orderlies don’t really care whether a patient is restrained in an isolation room or in their bedroom. We can ask them to always bring Katie here if she causes trouble, and not to give her any sedatives because she’s prone to having adverse reactions.”
“But how do we get her in trouble every morning?”
“I think that’ll be easier than you realize. Katie is smart, but she’s also hotheaded. During the night shift, just before my shift ends, I can inject her with Ativan using the thinnest needle we have — off the record, of course — She’ll wake up hyperactive and easily irritable. She’ll probably get herself in trouble before the morning ends, but if she doesn’t, you should have a very easy time provoking her into making a scene. Either way, the orderlies will bring her here, where she’ll be strapped down to spend the afternoon with you and Sage.”
“Oh my gosh. That’s diabolical. I love it!” Austin says excitedly.
“Yes... Teeheehee!” Mitchel giggles evilly.
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The nurses’ devious plan goes without a hitch.
When Sage is escorted to her second therapy session, Katie is already there, strapped down to her own bed, hyperactive and fuming.
Nurse Mitchel is absent; her presence yesterday was a special favor from Dr. Saunders. Instead of her, Austin is being assisted by a male nurse, handpicked for his unhealthy attitude towards patients. He’s one of those medical professionals who ended up working in a mental hospital because it’s a place where he can power trip without getting in trouble. Austin doesn’t particularly like him, but as a tickle-therapy assistant, he’s the perfect man for the job.
◄●►
“BWAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA! STOPSTOPSTOP! NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO! PLEASE!” Sage cackles away, while both nurses tickle her feet. Austin is using her nails, while the male nurse is wearing metallic banjo picks on his fingers — an accessory which Austin added to the collection to make up for his short nails.
Their combined fingernail tickling is putting Sage through one heck of an ordeal. They’re pinching her heels, spidering her arches, grazing circles on her balls, zig-zagging down her soles, scratching and teasing under her toes... Among other techniques that work well on Sage’s feet. While this happens, Katie is watching with concern, painfully aware that her turn will be up soon.
◄●►
A couple days later, both girls are restrained in belly down “Y” poses with their ankles secured to the bottom bed rail. Their big toes are tied together and pulled down, to keep their soles wrinkle-free and pretty much immobilized.
Both girls are red faced, howling with laughter while their helpless soles are studied with metal pointers, forks and wartenberg pinwheels. Hanging off their bed rails, they both have a clipboard with a foot diagram, which is being filled out by their tickler as they systematically map out their pedal ticklishness. The ultimate goal of this information gathering is to uncover any sweet spots which have gone unnoticed, as well as making both girls laugh their faces off.
◄●►
It’s now Katie’s last day before her appointment with Dr. Saunders.
Early in the morning, a big package arrives at the hospital, addressed to nurse Austin. After lunch, when Sage is escorted to her bedroom, she drops her jaw at the sight of a long white straitjacket with leg restraints, like a cross between a straitjacket and a dress.
“It’s for your safety,” Austin tells her sweetly.
◄●►
The next day, Katie’s turn to see the psychiatrist finally arrives. She explains to him the whole incident with the pain medicine and the effect it had on her. Saunders buys her explanation, but expresses concern with how unstable she has been behaving.
“For the past week, you’ve gotten in trouble almost every single day. What’s going on, Katie?”
“It’s this place. Something’s happening to me. Every morning I wake up as though I’ve had a bomb of caffeine.”
“Interesting...”
“It’s just like the reaction I’ve had to Ativan during my first night.”
“But you haven’t been taking it any more, have you?”
“No. Not that I know, anyway.”
“I’m thinking that it might be a good idea to keep you for observ--”
“No! Absolutely not!” she interrupts him. “This only started since I’ve been here. It’s environmental. Let me leave, and it will stop.”
“Mmm...” he utters thoughtfully.
“Oh for crying out loud! Whatever this is, it isn’t even why I was brought here! I was brought here because people thought I was a danger to myself! Do you still believe that?”
“No.”
“Then you have no grounds for holding me!”
“Katie! Please let me finish. I was going to say that it might be a good idea to keep you under observation for a few more days, but because you’re not suicidal anymore, you’d be here as a willing patient. You would be able to discharge yourself at any time.”
“Oh. Well.... I... I sincerely believe that these... Morning episodes are being brought on by the environment, and that they’ll stop once I’m gone. If they don’t stop, I’ll seek help. Now please, sign my discharge. I want to get back to my life.”
“Fine,” he says, signing a sheet of paper from her file. “You can gather your belongings and leave.”
While Katie is heading to the exit, the sound of Sage laughing hysterically in the distance sends a shiver down her spine.
Poor girl... I’d hate to be in her spot... she thinks.
◄ Ten Months Later ►
At long last, Sage walks out of the mental ward. As soon as she crosses the threshold, she’s embraced by her parents, who are overjoyed to have her back.
“Does this mean you don’t mind being tickled now?” her big brother asks.
“It’s fine. You can tickle me tonight, if you want. I’ll show you what I learned,” she replies with a sweet smile.
Later that night, Sage invites him to her bedroom. However, instead of letting him tickle her, she tackles him down on her bed with unexpected ferocity, and tickles him into submission. She then ties him up with stockings, gags his mouth, and for three hours straight, tickle-tortures him with vengeful fury.
Sage’s brother learns the hard way that all those months of intensive exposure therapy effectively cured Sage’s phobia, but also turned her into a wickedly effective tickler, with zero mercy for those who took advantage of her ultimate weakness, or who want to do so.
FIN
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