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Prosecuted to the Full Extent of the Laugh

Homura and Sayaka are out on the city streets at night, magical girling it up (or trying to), until they are confronted by a uniformed woman who takes issue with curfew-breaking delinquents. But is she really all she appears to be?

I

Homura conferred with her Soul Gem, watching its glow and feeling for the negative pulses of a witch. Earlier in the night she had a good lead on it, and thought she would have found it by now, but somehow the trail had gone cold and she now had no idea where to look. "Damn it," she muttered to herself as she placed her hand on a railing of the fire escape which she was perched upon and then flipped over it and dropped down into the alleyway below.

She gave her Soul Gem one last check, confirming she really had lost it's trail, then gave an annoyed sigh as she brushed her hair away from her face. Tonight was a failure, she supposed, and there was no use wasting any more time chasing after a prize she was very unlikely to obtain.

"Well, look who it is," said a familiar and somewhat bratty voice from behind her. Homura sighed then glanced over her shoulder to see Sayaka standing at the end of the alleyway with her arms folded and her eyebrows forming an aggressive scowl. "What are you doing here? Transfer student?"

Homura eyed her closely, and felt for the more subtle pulse of a Soul Gem, but did not feel it. No, Sayaka had no contracted yet. "I would ask the same, but I already know the answer. Mami must have foolishly dragged you along on something that has nothing to do with you, hasn't she?"

Sayaka's scowl deepened and she raised a fist at her raven-haired counterpart. "Kyubey says I have potential to be a Magical Girl, so of course it has everything to do with me! Mami is just showing me the ropes before I officially make my contract!"

"I have warned you more than enough times already," said Homura. "You are not cut out for this. Make a contract, and you will die." With that, she slid her heel against the ground, flipped her hair back and turned away.

She heard Sayaka growl from down the alley then start coming after her. "Hey! Come back here! I am not done with you yet! Transfer student!"

Homura stopped just before a turn in the alley. Had she gone a few more steps she may have noticed the dark figures lying in wait just around the corner, but she did not, and it is something she would be regretting in the very near future.

She prepared to say one last thing to Sayaka before stopping time and silently taking her leave, but she was interrupted by a third voice. "You two! What are you doing!?" someone called from down the alley.

Sayaka and Homura both turned around fully to face the newcomer. There was a police woman walking down the alley towards them with heavy authoritative steps. She was rather young for being a cop, only in her mid twenties or possibly early thirties at the most. Her uniform consisted of the typical shades of dark and light blue any police uniform would have, and consisting of a skirt that ended just above her knees. The shirt was tucked in with a tie around her neck, and a badge sewn onto her sleeve. She had long blond hair and sharp intense look in her eyes.

"The two of you look to be middle school age," she noted with a stern tone of voice. Then she held a hand out. "Well, let's see it. How about some identification?"

"Identification?" Sayaka asked, and she and Homura both glanced at each other. "Um…" she bowed her head apologetically. "Sorry, mam, I don't have any."

"Neither do I," said Homura giving her head a slight bow.

The police woman folded her arms over her chest, her expression growing even more stern than it already was. She tapped her foot impatiently and asked, "So, you are out here just roaming the city streets at night, on a school night at that, and with no way to identify yourselves? I hope you at least have a decent explanation of why you are out here."

"W-why we're out here?" Sayaka stammered, then scratched the back of her head nervously. "W-well you see… uh- um…"

The policewoman eyed her suspiciously until Homura interrupted. "We are looking for our cat."

"Your cat?" the policewoman asked, shifting her gaze over to Homura, still with that stern expression and her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yes. She escaped out the window and we went to the streets to search for her. We must have lost track of time, and we do apologize," Homura explained.

Woah, not bad transfer student, Sayaka thought. The lies streamed from her lips so fluidly, there was no a hint of deceit. Right, of course she can lie like that, Sayaka reminded herself. All this girl does is lie, I know better than to trust her. Even if she did come in handy this time.

The policewoman's expression softened somewhat. "Lost your cat, huh?" Her hands fell down to her hips and she took some time to look the two girls over, examining them from head to toe in a way which made Sayaka feel rather awkward. If Homura felt the same way she wasn't showing it. "So, the two of you live together, then? Are you sisters?" Sayaka couldn't help grinning at that. "So, I'll take that as a no."

"Huh? Oh, um, no we don't live together, and we are not sisters."

"I see… yet your friend here said 'our' cat, implying that would be the case. So, who's cat is it?"

"Mine," said Homura right away. "Sayaka is merely a friend who was sleeping over my house. I am sorry that I misspoke."

"The problem is, the two of you are out here and I have no idea who you are. If there is some issue with vandalism in the area, or something like that, I would need to be able to contact you for questioning."

"Well… w-we could give you our numbers." Sayaka suggested.

The police woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "Not necessary. Looking at the two of you, you don't seem like you will cause any trouble. I will just take the chance. There is no need to take you to the station for documentation either."

Sayaka and Homura both bowed their heads and said, "Thank you! Sorry for the trouble!"

The policewoman turned away from them to start heading down the alleyway. "Yes, well… There is one other problem still."

Sayaka and Homura glanced at eachother confused, not sure what to make of the coldness to her voice.

The police woman glanced over her shoulder and looked at them through the corner of one sharp sinister eye. Her teeth formed a wicked smile and in a dark tone she said, "I very much hate being lied to."

Then, they heard a rush of footsteps behind them and before either of them had time to react properly their vision was cut off with the policewoman's sinister expression being the last thing they saw. "W-what?" Sayaka shouted, now completely in the dark as she felt a cord tighten around her neck. Someone had thrown a bag over her head! But why? "H-hey! Stop!" she shouted at her assailant.

"What is the meaning of this?" she heard Homura shout. She felt strong hands forcing her arms behind her back and she felt metal cuffs click over her wrists. Judging by the grunting and panting from Homura, the same thing was happening to her as well. "What is this? Stop!" Homura shouted again.

The only initial response they got was a high-pitched wicked laughter from the policewoman. "Up against the wall!" she commanded, and not a second later Sayaka was pushed against the cold brick wall, a hand holding her face against it, while all was black for her from inside the bag which was tightly secure over her head.

"S-stop!" Sayaka cried out. Homura simply let out an angered grunt as she was also pushed against the wall. Then Sayaka felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, working down her arms, patting her clothing. Fingers worked their way under her arms and prodded the side of her body, forcing a ticklish sensation to pulse through her body and tighten her muscles, "W-what are you doing?"

"It's called a pat down," the police woman explained, her fingers crawling down the length of Sayaka's body. "This is just to make sure you do not have anything you shouldn't." The prodding of her fingers became rougher as she made it down to Sayaka's midsection, and Sayaka could not help contorting very slightly and crossing her legs from the sensation it caused. She almost wondered if the woman was doing it on purpose. It was the same as she made it past her butt and to the sides of her legs. Every time her hands ended up on an extra ticklish spot of Sayaka's body, her fingers would jab in even deeper, forcing a reaction over the hooded bluenette. The fact that she could not see anything and didn't quite know when to expect it made the sudden jolts all the more effective.

"Well, looks like you are clean. Now on to your friend here." Sayaka had no choice but to wait as those strong hands held her against the wall, and she could tell from Homura's sharp grunts that she was experiencing the same exact thing Sayaka had just experienced. "Well, look at this," said the policewoman in a somewhat playful voice. "Now where did someone like you get such an expensive looking gem? Clearly it must be stolen, I suppose I will just have to confiscate it."

Oh no! Sayaka thought, she is stealing Homura's Soul Gem!

"Give that back!" Homura demanded, "I-it's not stolen! It's mine!"

"Oooooh, is that right?" The police woman cooed. Then Sayaka heard a loud and clear giggle escape Homura's lips, and she was left to wonder what exactly had just happened to the ravenette.

"C-cut that out!" said Homura in a strained voice which was trying to hold back laughter.

"Alright, that's enough. Take them away!" she commanded her partners in that authoritative tone of voice, completely ignoring Homura's complaint. And then Sayaka was being forced to walk down the alley.

"Y-you said you wouldn't take us down to the station though. Y-you said we were free to go!" Sayaka complained as she was roughly pushed forward. Thanks to her lack of sight she stumbled a few times along the way as she was forced along. The grunting she heard from Homura who was right next to her signaled it was the same for her.

"You must be mistaken. I did indeed say there was no need to take you to the station. However, I never said anything about you being free to go."

"Where are you taking us!" Homura shouted.

"Oh, you will just have to wait and find out."

They heard a metallic door slide open, then Sayaka was thrown to the ground and she landed on a flat metal surface. A moment later Homura thudded down right next to her and the metal door slammed shut again… they had been thrown into a van!

"Y-you can't do this!" Sayaka shouted. "We have rights!"

She heard the police woman climb into the front seat of the van then call back to them. "You can feel free to file a complaint when this is all over."

"What are you planning to do to us!" Homura shouted once again.

The police woman let out another subtle wave of that sadistic laughter. "Oh, don't worry too much, you will be finding out soon enough. I just have to teach you naughty girls a lesson about staying out past curfew and then lying to a police officer." Another burst of laughter escaped her lips. "Oh, the three of us are going to have sooo much fun tonight!"

Then the van kicked into the gear and sped off with Sayaka and Homura tumbling around in the back.

II

Sayaka rolled closer to Homura and whispered to her. "What's going on? W-why is this happening to us?"

"How should I know?" Homura responded coldly, grunting and struggling against her restraints.

Sayaka's face felt hot, the sack over her head did not have great ventilation and she was constantly inhaling her own warm breath. She fidgeted her neck and shoulders around, trying to loosen it and shake it off her head, but the cord which held it around her neck was too securely fastened.

"Here," said Homura, "try to undo mine." She rolled against Sayaka and did her best to bring her head down to Sayaka's hands. Sayaka felt around for the cord, but the handcuffs severely hampered her dexterity. If she could at least see what she was doing this might be easier, but her fingers only brushed and fumbled with the thin wire, not managing to do any good.

They heard a fist pound on the metallic wall of the van. "Hey! No whispering back there! Don't make me pull this van over. I will come back there and gag the two of you if I need to."

"Why are you doing this to us!" Sayaka shouted.

"I told you, you girls need to be taught a proper lesson."

There is no way this woman was actually a cop, Sayaka realized, and at the revelation her mind went whirling with anxiety, trying to think of an explanation for all of this. She had to escape. She did not know what this woman had planned, but she knew she had to get away… As soon as they were let out of the van she would have to make a run for it. It would be hard, as she was completely blind, but if her legs could move fast enough, and if she could make it far enough down the street, screaming for help the entire time, maybe someone would notice and come to their rescue. If only she had made that contract with Kyubey and were a Magical Girl right now! Then she would be able to get out of this! Unfortunately, the Magical Girl who was here had her gem taken away and her powers would not be accessible.

"Alright, girls," said the police woman as the van slowed to a stop. "We're here. Don't think of trying anything funny or it will just be harder on you. This is the only warning you are getting."

I have to try, Sayaka thought to herself. There is no telling what she plans to do to us. I at least have to try!

The metallic door slid open, both Sayaka and Homura struggled from their positions on the floor until several sets of hands grabbed at them and yanked them out of the van and back to their feet. "Please let us go!" Sayaka said, her head looking around even though she could not see a single thing. She dragged her feet as much as she could, trying to delay every second she could.

She was brought to a stop, she listened for footsteps, breathing, anything to give a hint of how many people were around her and where they were standing. Then, she heard keys jingling, and the metal scrape of one of those keys being slid into a lock. They were going to be taken inside somewhere. Once they were inside her chances of escape would be that much lower. She had to try now. She just had to shake this person who was leading her by her shoulder then make a run for it.

Here it goes, she thought, then abruptly flung her head backwards. She felt the back of her skull crack right in the center of her captors face, then she turned and started moving her legs as fast as she possibly could.

"After her!" The police woman shouted, and Sayaka instantly heard a pair of footsteps running behind her.

"HELP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran, having no idea where she was going, and fully aware she could sprint head-first into a telephone poll at any moment. "Help us! Someone please help us!"

Then, she felt a pair of hands grip her shoulders, and her heart sank as she was yanked back, pulled in a bear hug, and lifted into the air. Her feet kicked wildly until another set of arms wrapped around her legs and it was impossible to do more than wriggle around in her two captors arms. "HELP!" she continued to scream through the bag. "HELP US! PLEASE! HELP!"

Then she heard the policewoman's mocking shrill laughter. "Go on, scream all you like, no one will hear you." She was carried, struggling the whole way and grunting as she tried to break free from her captors arms. "Well it seems we have identified the troublemaker," said the policewoman. "The more you struggle the worse your punishment is going to be, so it would be wise for you to calm down and cooperate more."

Sayaka was carried inside and she could hear the footsteps echoing in the enclosed space. Her struggling eventually lessened, not for willingness to cooperate, but simply realizing how useless it was.

Then she heard Homura's voice, and identified the occasional stumbles of Homura's footsteps as she was led forward, she was still on her feet. "Just let us go," she said calmly. "There is no way this is legal, but we will not tell anyone about what happened here if you just stop right now."

The policewoman laughed. "Oh, and here I thought you were the smart one. Seems neither of you quite understand your situation yet." Then she addressed her accomplices. "Ok, here we are, take the bags off of our two prisoners and get them situation." Then Sayaka was set back down on her feet. She struggled for a moment, until the arms forced her to stay still, and it was a minor relief to feel the cord loosen around her neck. It was an even bigger relief when the bag was lifted off her head, and she was freed from the heat. That minor moment of relief did not last long, however, when she saw what was awaiting her in the room she was brought into.

There was a metal table with two sets of shackles laying on it. The room was dark and gave her a really eerie feeling, then when the policewoman said, "Hurry up and put them on the table." Sayaka regarded those shackles fearfully.

"Hang on! Just slow down a second!" she said. "Seriously! W-whatever you are planning…"

"Oh, quiet down," said the policewoman as Sayaka was lifted up by the two officers who had been carrying her and forced down onto the table. "And no kicking, if you try anything like that your torture is going to be even worse."

"T-torture?" Sayaka said, then she screamed and started thrashing around. "No! Please! Let me go!" They uncuffed her and her arms started flailing around wildly. The guards had to pin her down as she continued to struggle and throw her arms at them. They were far stronger than her though, and whenever she would free an arm again they would quickly pull it back into submission as her body thrashed all around. "Stop! STOP IT! PLEASE!"

Homura was now fully struggling as well, doing her best to fight against the two guards assigned to her. "Keep your hands off of me!" she shouted as she was lifted up. She managed to pull one of her feet free from the guard carrying her by her legs, then used it to kick at him. He caught her foot in his hand, however, and just laughed as he forced her legs together again. Her hands were uncuffed and she did her best to fight against them, flailing her arms back but when the policewoman came over to assist she was eventually overwhelmed and forced into position. "Did you honestly think that struggling would do you any good?" the police woman mocked her. They pinned her down and then snapped on the shackles.

Damn it, Sayaka thought, if only she had access to her magic she could have done a lot more! Stupid transfer student! How could you have just let her take your SoulGem like that! You idiot!

Despite Sayaka's best efforts to fight against it her ankles were lowered down into the steel shackles and they were snapped tight around her. The guard brushed his hands off and chuckled as she still thrashed her legs against them, rattling the chain which was looped to the table leg. "Damn it!" Sayaka screamed, her eyes tearing up. "Why are you doing this?"

The policewoman sighed. "You two just really did not want to listen to my advice about cooperating did you?" Then she chuckled and added, "Oh well, guess it is more fun this way. It also gives me an excuse to torment you that much more mercilessly. Oh! We are going to have so much fun tonight! Well, I know I will anyway."

Sayaka tried her best to struggle, but the hopelessness was fully dawning on her as each of the two men controlled one of her arms and pulled them up into a Y shape. Her left hand was then cuffed to the leg at the corner of the table, and the cuff on her right hand was looped around a table leg at the middle of the table, and the other end was snapped over Homura's wrist.

They were now both lying with their legs shackled, and their arms stretched out over their heads, and they were cuffed together, each of their bodies making a Y shape on the table.

"NOOOO!" Sayaka cried out, still struggling even though they were both caught and completely hopeless at this point. "Let me go!"

Homura frowned at Sayaka as she kept getting her arm yanked by the bluenettes vain attempts at struggling. "Would you stop that? Can't you see it's pointless now? You are just hurting my wrist."

Sayaka snapped back at her: "This is all your fault in the first place! Transfer student!"

"My fault? How the hell do you figure that?"

The policewoman cleared her throat, grabbing their attention. She stood there with her arms folded and a stern look in her eyes. "So, the two of you don't seem to like each other too much, huh?" she smiled cooly at Sayaka as she stepped towards her. Sayaka gulped, not sure how to take the sinister look in the woman's eyes. "Well, the three of us will be spending a lot of time together tonight. So how about we start getting along?" She then grabbed Sayaka's ankle just below the shackle with a firm grip and addressed her accomplices. "Good work, all of you. I've got it from here." They all nodded and then retreated into the shadows of the dark room.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" Sayaka asked, her voice cracking a little.

The policewoman laughed, one finger from her other hand pulled at Sayaka's shoelaces, undoing them. "Hmmmmm… I wonder."

She threw off one shoe, and then the other. Then she slowly started pulling Sayaka's socks off. Sayaka tensed up and closed her eyes fearfully. "P-please! Whatever you have planned it's not too late to just stop! We won't tell anyone! I swear!"

"It's not like I am doing anything wrong," said the policewoman as Sayaka's socks came off and her bare feet were exposed. "I am just punishing a couple naughty little girls for staying out past their curfew… and also lying to a uniformed officer. That second one is a serious offence, don't you know?"

"I-I'm sorry!" Sayaka said, feeling the policewoman seize her foot, wondering what exactly this torture would consist of. Her mind went back to a Yakuza movie she had seen once, and a shiver went up her spine as she remembered how they tortured a double agent who had infiltrated their gang. "D-don't hurt me! Please!"

"This is the easy part," said the policewoman. "I haven't even brought any tools out yet."

TOOLS!?

"To start off… I will just torture you…" her finger ran down the length of Sayaka's foot, sending a jolting sensation through her whole body and forcing her lip to quirk up. "Like this!"

Sayaka's eyes widened, not sure if she understood what exactly just happened, but when the police womans finger slowly scraped back up and down her foot, forcing that same sensation through her, her eyes widened in understanding. "Y-you're going to-"

The policewoman smiled, seeing the realization dawn on Sayaka, then she jammed her fingertips into her foot more forcefully and Sayaka's whole body shook from the sensation. The chains rattled and her teeth gritted together, trying to bite back the urge to chuckle that bubbled up from her chest. The policewoman watched her face, watched her reaction, and then started quickly crawling her fingers all over Sayaka's foot, jamming them into the sides and watching her face carefully to identify her ticklish spots.

"S-s-s-stop!" Sayaka shouted through her gritted teeth, her entire body tensing as she tried to resist the sensation. "C-cut it ou-ouahaha-ouuut!"

"Not a bad reaction," the police woman commented. She ran her fingernails up the soles of Sayaka's foot one more time, forcing her to squirm and bend her knees. "Lets see how your friend over here is in comparison."

She walked over to Homura and stood by her feet for a moment, watching her eyes as Homura gave her classic dead-eyed stare. "You can not be serious about this," is all Homura said. Sayaka took the opportunity to examine her own chains, squirming and pulling at them a little bit.

The policewoman started undoing Homura's shoes. "You seem to be the type of girl who takes herself quite seriously. Even in this vulnerable position you are looking at me with such a cool expression." She removed one shoe and carelessly tossed it to the side, seeming amused by Homura's refusal to react to it.

"I swear, one way or another you are going to pay for this," said Homura, trying to sound as in control as possible. "Maybe it does not seem like it to you now, but the best thing for you to do would be to stop this immediately and let us go. You will regret this later."

The police woman laughed and tossed away Homura's second shoe. "Such a mouth on you. Lets see how threatening you can be once the tickling begins, and you are stricken by uncontrollable laughter." She slowly peeled off Homura's socks, and could see it behind Homura's forced poker-face that she was indeed quite concerned. "I had planned on giving your friend over there the brunt of the torture I will be dishing out tonight, but you just talked yourself into an even more intense punishment, young lady."

Her fingernail lightly pressed against the very bottom of Homura's foot. Her toes instantly curled up and she started to squirm, shaking the chains and trying to pull away. Then that nail dashed up the full length of her foot, causing her hands to pull tight against their cuffs and making her back arch up as she tried her best to stiffen her face, which she could not help going red from embarrassment.

The police womans eyes widened as her fingernail ran up and down Homura's sole, barely putting any force behind it, yet Homura twisted and turned trying her best not to make a sound. The effort it took her to hold it back was so clear. "Soooo, you are really extra ticklish aren't you? You are trying to hide that from me, aren't you?" She laughed. "I have barely gotten started, though. So let's see if you can still hold it back after…" she let go of Homura's feet completely. She spread her fingers out like claws, fully displaying them for Homura to see. "...I do it like THIS!"

She suddenly seized Homura's feet and the black-haired girl shamelessly flinched away, trying to avoid what was clearly unavoidable. The hands grabbed her feet and the fingers instantly started prodding the sides and crawling all over them.

Homura grunted, clenching her teeth hard and pivoting her body left and right, every muscle tensing up in her desperate effort to control herself. "Th-there's no way I'll… heheh… I'll-" She only lasted a few seconds, which to her felt like minutes, and then her mouth opened and the laughter burst forth uncontrollably.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-S-STOP IIITT!" she squealed, her body jerking and writhing all around on the steel table. Each heavy pivot to the right caused her to yank Sayaka's left arm along with her a little bit. Sayaka just watched, perching up on one elbow, unable to believe how intense Homura's reaction was.

"I'll K-k-k-k-hahahahaha!" Homura screamed out, her threat incomplete and falling completely flat.

"Ha! Just as I suspected," the police woman chuckled, relentlessly crawling her fingers all over Homura's feet. Jabbing into the sides, stroking the soles, and diving in between her toes. "All that tough talk amounts to absolutely nothing after all! Such an abnormally strong reaction too!"

Sayaka gritted her teeth, letting her eyes drop away as Homura's uncontrollable bouts of laughter reigned on. Homura may not be her favorite person in the world, but seeing her humiliated like that by this cruel policewoman was hard to watch. Not to mention, she knew she would be facing the same kind of torment in the near future, but did not want to speak up in protest, for fear of having the policewoman's attention brought back to her.

"Ahhahhaahahah! Y-y-y-yooouu ahahahha! Twwwisted- AAAHAHAAHAHAA!"

"Oh, trying to insult me now, are you? Well, lets see how long it takes for those words to change into pleas for mercy.."

"N-n-nnnnNNEVER! AUAAHAHUAHAHAHAA!"

The policewoman abruptly stopped, and a few more chuckles escaped Homura's lips even though her hands were completely off her. She was breathing heavily, with her chest bouncing up and down and stressed gasps escaping her lips. Her face was already starting to seem worn, and her hair was frayed and becoming a bit messy, losing its usual luster.

"You seemed to have a lot of trouble with your feet there, didn't you?" the policewoman asked as she leaned over her, once again stretching her fingers out for Homura to see. Homura's eyes widened with fear, and she shook her head as she helpless tried to pull away.

"N-no! Don't!" said Homura, in a rather shameless way.

The policewoman grinned. "No? Don't? Are you saying you are already at your limit?" Homura refused to respond, and let her vision sink to the side. Recoiling a little as the policewoman placed her hands on her sides and threatened to jab in with her fingers. "Tell you what, I can give you a break and move onto your friend for now, if you ask really nicely." Homura seemed to perk up at the suggestion. She did not owe Sayaka anything, and with the policewoman's fingers on her sides and ready to jab in at any moment, she didn't know what else to do. "I just want to hear you say the words," said the policewoman. "Go on, and if you don't I guess I will just have to keep tormenting you even longer."

She's trying to turn us against each other, Sayaka realized, her eyes widening with horror. Then she smirked and thought, there is no way that will work! Miss. Transfer Student is a lot of things but there is no way she is that weak willed and would just throw me under the bus so easi-

"Ok!" said Homura, "P-please! Tickle her instead!"

Sayaka's mouth dropped open and she yanked on the cuff which was chained to Homura's hand. "Hey! What the hell?! You didn't even hesitate for a second!"

"It's not like I owe you anything!" Homura shot back. "Besides, I- ahahahahaha!" The policewoman gave her sides a few quick plunges just to stop her from talking, but then stopped.

"That's enough bickering, you two. We have a lot to get done tonight, after all." She then walked back over to Sayaka's side of the table and stood by her exposed feet. She took Sayaka by the ankle and delicately ran her fingers down the sole of her foot.

Sayaka gritted her teeth, biting back the urge to laugh. She decided she would not give in so easily as Homura had. She wanted to be a Magical Girl after all, and how could she protect people if she couldn't even deal with something as stupid as this? "Give me your worst lady! I'm not going to fold so- AUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The policewoman abruptly plunged her fingers in deep without warning, making it so Sayaka could not get another word out.

Crap! I didn't even last a second! Sayaka thought with despair, as she yanked at her chains, her toes curling up and her feet kicking, trying to escape but knowing it was hopeless.

"I suppose I should have expected you girls would have such bad attitudes. You are a couple of delinquents who roam the city streets at night after all."

"Th-that's- hahaha! N-not t-t-trruuue! AUAHAHAAHA!" Sayaka burst out, her back arching and twisting as she was consumed with a fit of laughter. "AAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Oh, but it is. You deserve this punishment and you know it." One of her hands gripped the center of Sayaka's foot with her thumb and pinky as her three middle fingers started darting between her toes, forcing the most intense fit out of her yet. Her body was spasming, her eyes tearing up and her voice wailing with laughter.

How long is she going to do this to me? Sayaka thought, I'm going to go crazy if this continues! She knew she had to get out of this somehow, she would do anything for it to stop, she felt like she really couldn't take it. Then an idea hit her.

"P-pppleeasse! Do her instead! AUAHAHAA!" Sayaka cried out.

Homura's head shot up and her brows furrowed in disgust. She wanted to call out Sayaka for trying to put it off on her, but realized she had actually done the same thing.

"No honor among delinquents, I see," the policewoman said as her assault raged on. "Still, I did not expect breaking you girls would be quite this easy."

Her hands moved up Sayaka's legs, drilled into her thighs causing her legs to cross and her hips to pivot, then she made her way to Sayaka's upper body and dug into her sides with all ten fingers. Sayaka thrashed back and forth wailing with laughter. "Sssstooop! Ahahahaa! I'll do anything! Ehehahahaha! J-j-just stoopp iiitt! AHAAHAHAHA!"

Her fingers lifted Sayaka's shirt a little, just enough to expose her belly and allow her fingers to penetrate her sides even deeper, without any clothing blocking their path. "NooooooAAAHAHAHAHahahaha!" Sayaka wailed out even louder, her body thrashing around more widely than ever before. "I-I-cccaaahahah-I can't! AHahahahahaha!"

The policewoman continued her barrage. Jabbing her sides, moving up to her armpits, and back again. It went on and on for what to Sayaka felt like an eternity, until her face was completely red, her abs ached from the force of her nonstop laughter, and her hair was a complete frazzled mess. When the policewoman finally stopped Sayaka laid back, staring at the ceiling defeated, with her eyes watering and strained gasps for breath. Her pale exposed stomach bouncing up and down with each exasperated gasp.

The policewoman stood at their feet and brushed her hands. "Quite impressive reactions from both of you. I think the black haired one over there is more ticklish, though. I wasn't nearly as intense with her as I was with you, even if you did end up thrashing around more violently in the end.

"I-is it over?" Sayaka gasped out, "Can you please let us go now?"

"Let you go? Is it over?" the policewoman laughed. "Oh dear, you don't seem to understand." Both Homura and Sayaka looked up at her with pleading looks in their eyes, which only seemed to amuse her further. "That was just a warmup, girls. It is only going to get worse from here on out."

"W-worse?" Sayaka asked, shaking her head.

"Isn't this enough already?" Homura shouted, pulling towards her but being held back by her chains. "This is insanity!"

"Sorry, but you are not even close to being done yet." She grabbed onto both Sayaka and Homura's feet at the same time then called out to her accomplices who had been hiding out in the shadows. "Alright, come on out. I think they are all ready for the main event."

Sayaka and Homura both glanced around as they revealed themselves from the shadows. "H-hang on a minute, what are you planning?" Sayaka asked. They all had dark grins on their faces as they approached, snickering at them and cracking their knuckles.

"As I said, that was just a warm up. Now, all of us are going to spend the rest of the night relentlessly tickling you two girls."

"No way! There is no way we can handle all that!" Sayaka cried out, but her cries only caused them all to laugh at her more.

"Damn it…" Homura said under her breath, gritting her teeth and glancing all around, searching for a way out of this, but seeing nothing.

This can't be happening! Sayaka thought, closing her eyes tightly. I can't take any more of this!

Before they knew it the men had all descended on them, going right to jamming their fingers into their armpits and sides while the policewoman used one hand on each of them to assault their feet.

They both instantly started thrashing around, screaming with laughter which only caused their captor's mocking laughter to increase.

"NOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sayaka screeched out. She had not even fully recovered from the last assault and was already being tickled again. Her face hurt from smiling, her abs and just about every other muscle in her body felt worn from the force of her uncontrollable laughter. "SSttaaaahahahahahaAHAHAHAHA!" Her cries caused her assaulters to laugh more and more, their mocking voices not taking even an ounce of pitty on her.

Sayaka couldn't hear Homura's voice, and thought that maybe she at least was able to deal with all of this. When she looked over however, she saw that Homura was spasming so wildly that her voice was caught in her throat, her face contorting in an insane uncontrollable smile until she finally managed to pull in a breath and burst out laughing. She was gasping between her fits, fighting for air almost as if she was choking.

This is horrible! Sayaka thought, I can't take it!

She could not even beg for them to stop anymore. Hands were all over her body, attacking her most ticklish spots simultaneously. She couldn't even think about how embarrassing it was anymore, all that was on her mind was the fact that she desperately wanted to escape this but knew that she could not. The uncontrolled thrashing of her body, her voice bellowing out, that horrible tortured look she saw on Homura's face and she knew she probably looked about the same. She couldn't take it!

The policewoman bent over the table, leaving their feet to be assaulted by their other captors for now while her own hands went up to their bellies and dug into their abs. Her tickling was by far the worst, the way her fingers jabbed in felt like they were digging right at the core of their souls.

"You girls seem like you are having a hard time," she said to them as they continued to bellow and thrash around. "Tell you what, just say 'stop tickling us pretty please' and we will stop and let you go."

Sayaka already knew how hopeless it was, but tried her best all the same, even though she could not even get two words out. "AAAHAHAHA S-sss-sssaaAaaAHAHAHA!" She heard the amused laughter from the guards and she understood there really was no hope. These people would never let her go! She already couldn't stand it anymore but she knew this would just keep happening. She started sobbing behind her fits of laughter, her eyes pouring tears. She had never felt so helpless in her entire life, and she would give anything for it to just stop!

She and Homura made eye contact with each other. Neither of them could say a word, and their faces contorted in a spastic mess, but then their two hands which were cuffed together reach out to each other. They took each others hands and it was some small comfort as their fingers intertwined with each other. They were not friends, Sayaka could even go as far as to say she hated Homura sometimes. However, in that moment Homura is all she had and they took some small comfort in the fact they were not alone in their torment. They stared at each other, each bellowing laughter but trying to give each other strength as they held each other's hands tightly.

The torture went on for an untrackable amount of time until the room started spinning around them. Their own laughter and sobs, the mocking laughter of the guards, the more shrill high-pitched sadistic laughter of the policewoman - It all swirled together and eventually faded to black as Sayaka finally reached her limit and passed out.

III

Mami held a hand over her arm, nursing a minor wound she had received from the witch she just defeated. She could have sworn she heard people somewhere in this building. She even thought one of those voice may have been Sayaka, whom she had become separated from earlier in the night.

She pushed open another door, then froze. Not quite sure what she was seeing.

There was a policewoman along with four other policemen lying on the floor, unconscious. What was in the middle of the room shocked her even more. Sayaka and Homura were chained to a table, likewise they had passed out.

"Oh no!" Mami gasped, running over to them. She glanced around at the police as she made her way over to the two girls, and realized that they had faded imprints of witches kisses on their necks. They must have chained the two girls to these tables while under the witches command.

"Sayaka!" she said, shaking the bluenette's shoulders. "Sayaka! Are you okay?" Then she raised an eyebrow when she noticed that the unconscious Sayaka and Homura were holding hands, with their fingers intimately entwined with each other. Typically these two practically hated each other... Just what exactly has happened to them?

Then Sayaka's eyes slowly opened, and Mami sighed with relief. "Sayaka? Are you ok?"

Sayaka's head lifted and she looked around. "Is… it… over?"

"Yes, it's over," said Mami. "I'm here now, and the witch that was controlling these people has been defeated."

"A witch… oh…" she sighed as she looked around… "That explains…"

Homura's eyes opened and she and Sayaka looked at eachother, realized they were holding hands, and quickly pulled their arms away. Each blushing and clicking their teeth at the other as their eyes glanced away.

"Tomoe, just hurry up and free us," said Homura.

Mami grinned, once again wondering just what exactly happened. She had to admit that the blush on Sayaka and Homura's faces were quite cute. "Ok, just hang on a moment." Then she went to searching the guards pockets for the keys.

"So…" Sayaka quietly said to Homura. "It goes without saying that we never talk about what happened here tonight, right?"

"Riiiight…" said Homura, neither one of them able to look at the other, their faces bright red with embarrassment.

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