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It had been a long battle but the Milano crew had finally been captured. Peter, Drax, Groot and Gamora had been locked up but Rocket had not taken kindly to being captured and made his displeasure known to the guards in his own special way. So after being roughed up he was taken into a room and strapped down to the table he was on now. He had not gone down without a fight but the guards were stronger and soon had him restrained. The top half of his flight suit had been removed along with his weapons. His wrists and ankles were strapped down, arms pulled tight above his head which left his armpits exposed. He pulled at the restraints again but escape was impossible. He could move his head and feet but other than that he was immobile.

"I do hope you are comfortable. It's going to be a long night."

Rocket looked up and saw two people. One was the guard he had injured earlier and the other was Taserface. The guard watched him coldly probably thinking of various ways to hurt him.

"You have been naughty haven't you? Kicking one of my guards in the crotch of all places."

Despite the situation he was in Rocket couldn't help laughing. The guard had not seen it coming. In a second he had spun round and kicked the asshole square in his balls. The look on his face was priceless. It was even worth the beating he received.

"Fucker had it coming. Now untie me!"

"I'll wipe that smile right off your face furball!"

The guard walked over to the table and raised his fist to punch Rocket but Taserface stopped him. He had other plans for their captive. A form of torture rumoured to break even the strongest of men. He just hoped Rocket would be receptive to it.

"Relax my friend. I know you want him to suffer and I understand. But not every form of torture requires violence. He will suffer though I promise you that. Now stand back and observe."

The guard stood back to watch as Taserface spoke to Rocket.

"You should be thanking me. If I had not intervened and brought you here you would probably be dead now."

Lucky me, Rocket thought.

"So what are you gonna do assface? Torture me? I'm not afraid of pain so bring it on!"

"Who said anything about pain? What I have planned won't hurt a bit. You may even enjoy it."

Taserface saw the puzzled expression on Rocket's face and said nothing more not wanting to spoil the surprise. After checking the tightness of the straps around Rocket's wrists and ankles he stood over his head. Although Rocket didn't show it he was scared. He wondered what Taserface and the guard had in mind. Maybe more experiments? He shuddered at the thought.

Without warning, Taserface reached out and lightly dragged a finger across the sensitive flesh under rocket's arm. He flinched and held back a giggle. The last thing he needed to do now was show weakness of any kind. The finger continued its teasing, stroking up and down and poking. He instinctively tried to pull his arms down to protect himself.

"Hey cut that out! It tick- just stop it!"

But his tormentor ignored him and started on his other armpit, stroking and lightly poking at it. Rocket's breathing quickened and his heart beated faster as the tickling continued. He thrashed his head around and clenched his teeth in an effort to keep down the laughter that was slowly building up inside him. He had never been tickled before now and he was starting to realise just how sensitive his body was. Being strapped down and unable to protect himself made the situation so much worse. Pain he could handle, he had experienced enough of it during the experiments. But this was worse than any pain he had endured before.

Taserface was now tickling both his armpits at the same time. He pulled at the restraints again and curled his toes as his sensitive pits were tickled. Taserface then began clawing at his belly and poking his sides. He continued this treatment for thirty minutes alternating between Rocket's pits, belly and sides so he could not adjust to the tickling.

"Having fun?"

Rocket didn't bother answering the rhetorical question. He found it odd that Taserface would be tickling him rather than inflicting pain but it seemed a very effective form of torture. He needed to get out of here. Being strapped down like this was bringing back painful memories of being experimented on. Being completely helpless and at the mercy of sadists. He shuddered again.

"You are a ticklish one aren't you? Just what I was hoping for. Now let's see if you are ticklish in other places."

Rocket was really beginning to freak out now. He had a good idea where he would be tickled next and if that part of his body was as ticklish as the rest of him he would be in for a rough time. He pulled desperately at the straps holding him down. All he needed was one arm free. Then he could undo the other straps, overpower those two bozos and escape. The guard stood over him, a cruel grin spread acros his face. He stroked Rocket's sensitive ears making him giggle and twist his head away. The guard smiled and Rocket was starting to regret giving him a kicking.

"Payback time. From the look of it you are just filled with ticklish spots. And I am going to find them all."

Taserface pulled up a chair at the foot of the table and sat down. He took some time to admire the paws in front of him. They were furry on top and smooth underneath much like the feet of a regular raccoon only bigger in size. And if his upper body was anything to go by they would be so very sensitive and ticklish. He couldn't wait to see tough old Rocket reduced to a giggling and drooling mess. He smiled and held up a feather for Rocket to see. His eyes widened and he shook his head.

"No! Not my feet. Don't you frickin' dare!"

With a cruel smile on his face Taserface slowly dragged the tip of the feather up Rocket's left sole, starting at the heel and stopping just beneath his toes. His foot twitched and he let out a giggle. Not the sound Taserface was hoping for but it didn't matter. The laughter would come soon enough and the anticipation would make it much more satisfying. He went to work again, brushing the feather up and down Rocket's sole. His foot jerked violently and Rocket giggled.

"Stop it stop it stop it!"

Taserface smiled. He had found Rocket's weak spot. It was obvious the raccoon had extremely ticklish feet. He moved on to the right sole, twirling the feather around and watching his toes as they wiggled and splayed. Unable to hold it in any longer Rocket laughed out loud. He moved his feet from side to side but there was no avoiding the feather. It tickled different parts of his feet but never in the same spot for too long. This stopped him adjusting to the tickling and kept him in agony.

The guard meanwhile was busy with Rocket's upper body. He raked his fingers through the soft fur covering the raccoon's chest and stomach, nails gently scraping the flesh underneath. He was fascinated by Rocket's reaction to such light touching and stroking. His chest heaved up and down rapidly and he was coughing and gasping for air between fits of laughter. This was turning out to be a lot more fun than his usual methods of torture.

Taserface watched the guard work with amusement. He grabbed one of Rocket's feet, holding it firmly so it could not move about. Then he began brushing the feather over his toes. Rocket squealed, his toes dancing teasingly as the feather tickled them. Taserface then began to slide the feather between his toes. He begged for mercy but was shown none as he was tickled mercilessly at both ends.

It had been nearly two hours since Rocket's ordeal started and he was a panting and drooling mess now. His chest ached from laughing so much and he barely had the strength to plead or hurl abuse at his captors. Not that it would have done him any good. He just lay there catching his breath and grateful for the respite however short it might be.

After letting Rocket catch his breath they started again. The guard clawed at Rocket's sides and jabbed at them gently. Then he reached under his arms and tickled vigorously. Rocket was close to losing his sanity now.

Out of curiousity Taserface leaned down and gave the raccoon's toes a sniff. Instead of smelling unpleasant like he was expecting, Rocket's feet had a musky aroma that reminded him of corn chips. He pressed his nose firmly against the toes and sniffed deeper. Rocket giggled and wiggled his toes.

"No more," he gasped.

But there was no stopping him now. He dragged his nose over Rocket's soles and toes letting the musky scent fill his senses. He wondered if Rocket's feet tasted as good as they looked and decided to find out.

The next thing Rocket felt was something warm and slimy against his sole. He looked up to see his tormentor licking his feet. It didn't tickle as much as the feather or his fingers but it still tickled nonetheless. Taserface slurped at his soles over and over again, loving the taste of them. He licked up and down and sucked on the balls of his feet. Then he started on the toes. He licked between Rocket's toes and sucked on them greedily. Rocket laughed hysterically and begged for mercy.

"Such delicious tasting paws! I could lick them all day!"

Rocket was tortured for two more hours before they finally stopped. He had passed out by this time. Taserface instructed the guard to untie Rocket and lock him away. Then after a short rest he would torture the rest of the crew in the same way.