"Captain, I am pleased that you frustrated Mr. Chekov's plans," said the bearded Mr. Spock as he and Captain Kirk walked slowly down the hall. "I would regret your death."
"Why?" asked Kirk, curiously.
"I do not desire the captaincy," Spock replied. "I much prefer my scientific duties. And frankly I am content to be a lesser target."
"Logical, Mr. Spock," Kirk admitted. Then he stopped when he heard shrieks and hysterical laughter coming from somewhere nearby. He and Spock both turned and saw a cylinder containing Chekov.
Chekov's bare feet were in stocks, and his big toes were tied together with some black string. He was thrashing and screaming with laughter as a goat licked the soles of his feet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT TICKLES! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO SOMEBODY PLEEEEASE HELP MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN'T BREATHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEE!" Chekov screamed, tears running down his face.
"The Tickling Booth is a most effective means of discipline," Spock told Kirk, proudly.
The captain took a few steps closer to the Booth, unable to take his eyes off what he was seeing. Oh God…how could even this Mirror universe do something like this to a poor young man? Kirk truly felt sorry for Chekov.
"Have you ordered duration?" Spock asked.
"I haven't decided," grumbled Kirk.
"His act warrants death."
"I said I haven't decided!" The captain was still watching the tickle torture going on in the Booth.
After a while, the guards went into the Booth and pulled the goat away from Chekov's feet. The Russian was quivering all over and still giggling.
Kirk was relieved when the goat was taken away, because he assumed Chekov's torture was now over. How wrong he was.
A trained torturer in a redshirt walked into the Booth, holding a bottle of baby oil and a hairbrush. It was a big, wide hairbrush with lots of bristles. He grinned evilly as he sat down at the Russian's helpless soles.
Chekov squirmed and giggled when the baby oil was applied to his ticklish feet. Then the torturer grabbed the hairbrush and waved it around in Chekov's face just to taunt him.
A frightened whimper escaped Chekov's throat, as he squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the inevitable tickling.
Then the torturer took the hairbrush and dragged it on the bottom of Chekov's left foot, causing him to burst into hysterical laughter.
"EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOT THE FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEET! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! MERCCCYYYHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
But Chekov's pleas for mercy were cruelly ignored. The tickler didn't stop for a minute. He dragged the brush mercilessly along the soles of Chekov's feet.
Kirk continued watching and he shivered. The sound of Chekov's tormented laughter was very disturbing to the captain. The way the poor guy was screaming for somebody to help him, his head whipping around as tears and sweat dribbled down his beet-red face.
Kirk felt so bad for poor, ticklish Chekov.
But Mirror-Spock was still talking to Kirk, and the captain still had to listen and reply. But as their conversation came to a close and Kirk was about to walk away, he decided to throw out one last order…
"Release Chekov. Confine him to his courters."
The End