Riddle of the Unfair Tickle Fair

         “Fingers it is then girls! You’ve made the right decision and we can be through with you in under an hour, if you behave. I’m awaiting the arrival of the claimant and then we’ll get started, m’kay?”, coaxed the psyche doc with her increasingly predatory smile, even as she pulled the last knots securing their wrists fast to the backs of their chairs. The way she placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders made them wriggle and giggle in their seats. Both frantically tried to kick their legs, but the way they’d been tied-off to the kidney-shaped table they faced left their soft little feet in easy reach of whoever sat across from them at the desk.

         Too late, Summer began to get nervous about the whole affair, and made to voice her objections, “Hold on a minute. Just who is this claim –glomph-“, but the woman crammed a round rubber ball-gag into her mouth filling it then clamping it in place with a strap so that she was reduced to plaintive gurgles and mewlings.

         “Ah-ah-aah! We can’t be learning if we’re speaking now, can we?”, and the woman wiggled her finger at Summer’s nose admonishingly, yet causing her more giggles despite her increasing distress.

         Little Mouse’s eyes went huge as the full comprehension of how helpless they were came fully home to her, watching her big sister making funny glubbing sounds behind the big ball stretching her jaws painfully wide, “Summer? I’m scared! I just want to go ho–glomph-“, and just like that, little Mouse was wearing a smaller version of the rubber ball filling Summer’s mouth!

         “Tsk-tsk. I’d hoped that perhaps one of you girls had common sense, if not good social graces. I was going to let you reply to questioning verbally, little Mousey-wowsy, but you obviously suffer from the same poor upbringing as your delinquent sister.” She scolded, as she placed the girls hair into pigtails in order to keep their shoulders and necks as exposed and available for tickling as possible.

         “There, now! Don’t the two of you look cute in your pretty pigtails and lovely feet on display!”, laughed the woman, who proceeded to explain to the girls that for documentation purposes, their session in Police custody under this experimental program would be subject to video recording.

         Both girls were now thrashing around in fury in their seats, but they were as good as trapped and just then, there was a buzzing at the door into the little cell, and the doctor used a remote to open it, “Girls, I’m pleased to inform you that your chief claimant has arrived!”

And with that, in strolled…