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Rocket felt sweat trickling through his fur. The interior air ducts of the Lucky 21, Blackjack O'hare's cruiser, were extremely close and stifling. The biologically enhanced raccoon swore under his breath as he crawled, his holomap bracer display showing he still had two more wings of the ship to traverse before he reached the helm. He stared at the biodot blip on the holomap hatefully, the dot representing his nemesis, Blackjack's location.

"Yer gonna regret kidnappin' Wal, ya flarkin asshole," Rocket swore through clenched teeth. He was scrambling on his paws and knees through the ducts, his claws leaving scratches in the slightly upward climbing metal. He scrabbled on doggedly, his mind full of all the ways he would make the lapine bastard reveal Wal's location.

Rocket had just crested another difficult vertical shaft when he felt something grab his ankle. The raccoon whipped around, seeing a long, mechanical tendril, tipped with a claw, grabbing his foot. "Oh flark no!" He snarled, grabbing for his pistol. Halfway to his hip, however, another tendril whipped out from nowhere and grabbed his wrist. Rocket strained, his fingers bare centimeters from the hilt of his gun, but the tendril was far too strong to resist. He snapped his other paw down for his other gun, but the same thing happened as a third tendril appeared.

The mechanical hands were coming from hidden panels in the air duct. Rocket wriggled gamely, squirming and swearing as the tendrils began to drag him off the floor of the duct. A fourth tendril had emerged, seizing his other ankle and spread-eagling him in mid-air.

"Get offa me, goddamn it!" Rocket bellowed, arching and squirming in the grip of the tendrils. The mechanical claws had wrapped their flexible cables around his limbs, furthering his bondage. The raccoon kept trying to reach his guns, but the tendrils seemed to sense that threat.

"No! Leggo, flark you!" The raccoon snarled as another two tendrils plucked the guns from their holsters and tossed them down the horizontal shaft he had just climbed. Rocket kicked his legs, trying to loose the coils from his ankles. The tendrils responded by jerking his legs apart in a wide 'V' shape. Rocket grunted, his orange jumpsuit tight around his compact body. The tendrils seemed to have noticed the bulge between his legs. Rocket felt a surge of shock and adrenaline as the mechanical claws started tearing at his jumpsuit. "No, no, no, stop that! Flark!" Rocket stammered, trying to worm his crotch and torso away from the claws.

Each of the mechanical hands had a crimson optical port at the 'palm' where the dextrous fingers met. They were scanning him as they tore his jumpsuit, the shredding material loud in Rocket's ears. Sweat stung the raccoon's eyes. His chest heaved with every breath. He was hot and already getting tired from struggling. Rocket stared as the tendrils ripped his jumpsuit away in several pieces, revealing his nudity. The tendrils seemed to scan his body, taking note of his bio-enhancements and his genetic structure. Rocket, normally quite happy to show off his body, felt more naked than he ever had as he was helplessly ogled by the mechanical tendrils.

Between his legs, Rocket felt his heavy prick start to swell. He might have been a short raccoon, but his endowment had shamed many creatures twice his size or more. His hefty dick hung low over a pair of large, furry balls, the heat in the duct only making his tackle hang slack and loose. The adrenaline was getting to him, the fear and the helplessness ticking boxes in his brain Rocket never admitted to having.

With his cock starting to harden, the raccoon noticed the tendrils hadn't taken his holobracer. In a desperate last ditch effort to free himself, Rocket began trying to tug his bracer close enough to his snout that he could hit the EMP trigger embedded in it. He was betting on the resulting pulse disabling the tendrils. He was close, so close, straining with all his strength to press his nose against the button. The tendril grew taut against him, the button just out of each. Rocket stuck his tongue out in a frantic bid to hit it, but reflexively retracted it as one of the other tendrils emitted a high-powered laser that nearly sliced the tip of his tongue off. Rocket watched the bracer fall to the floor, cut neatly in half by the laser. He could smell the singed fur, the melted circuits and metal. "Flarkin' sonuvva BITCH!" Rocket roared, knowing his last chance for escape had been neatly bisected.

Rocket jerked as he felt something cold and hard touch his cock. He looked down, seeing his massive prick had stiffened all the way while he was struggling to hit the EMP trigger. The clawed tendrils were examining his hard-on, bumping against it exploringly. He felt his cock twitch, his pounding heart making his pecker throb up and down. Rocket squirmed, struggling to get his tenders away from the mechanical claws, only for one of them to succinctly pinch his foreskin and stretch it upward over the swollen, bulbous head of his dick. "Shit! Leggo, dammit!" Rocket snapped, wriggling as the tendril pulled the sensitive skin of his prick up until it was taut all along his shaft. Rocket gasped, feeling both discomfort and pleasure as the machines toyed with his dong.

The raccoon shuddered as the claw tugged on his foreskin, staring down the length of his naked body helplessly. He gulped as another one of the tendrils moved near his prick. "Oh flark, oh flark, flark!" He gasped as he heard the whine of the tendril's laser powering up. The scarlet light filled the duct as the tendril fired the intense beam at the root of Rocket's big cock. The raccoon jerked as the laser zipped across the base of his dick, singing his fur and parting the soft, tawny flesh of his prick without so much as a drop of blood. He could see the skin wither away from the deep red flesh beneath, his cock throbbing as the pulling tendril began to tug on his foreskin. Rocket watched, dry-mouthed and trembling as the gap at the root of his dick got wider and wider as the tendril pulled. The skin of his cock started to slide upward along his shaft like a sock, baring the twitching erectile flesh and connective tissue beneath. Eventually, his skin slipped over the head of his cock like a used condom, leaving his cockhead completely bared and the raccoon thoroughly and completely circumcised. The raccoon's dick pulsed, his head still drooling freely with the perverse pleasure he felt even as the naked flesh of his dick tingled and ached in the warm air of the duct.

"Nnnnghhhh..." Rocket groaned, staring at his degloved shaft with wide eyes. His eyes only got wider when the claw dropped his cockskin and latched onto the head of his cock instead. "Oh flark, wait! No, wait, wait, wait!" Rocket babbled frantically, but the tendrils didn't care nor listen. Again that laser lashed out and Rocket found himself watching as the head of his prick was slowly excised from his shaft. The laser swept back and forth, slicing more and more of his tip away from his shaft. The laser was so precise that not a sliver of shaft came with that broad cap, the raccoon's fat helmet head slipping, pulled by the other claw, further and further from his cock. When the final strand of nerves and flesh, his frenulum, was sliced through, Rocket felt an electrical jolt run down his shaft and up his spine. A twisted, uncomfortable surge of pleasure-pain that made a thick gobbet of precum belch from the open hole that used to connect to his cockhead. It made his nuts churn, the fat orbs clenching in his furry scrote.

Rocket's cock was now no more than the three columns of erectile tissue of his shaft. He could feel the trickling precum from his shaft intensely as it leaked down sensitive tissues never before touched. He gulped with a dry throat as he stared at the decimation of his penis, his proud cock reduced to its base components. He could see his proud dorsal vein pulsing, its end that used to feed his fat cockhead seared shut by the laser. Suddenly, shocking even Rocket, the laser flashed out from the tendril again, and like splitting apart the pieces of an orange, the laser trisected his cock. Cut away from the urethra, the erectile tissue and tube flopped apart in three pieces, splaying out in different directions. The tendrils each grabbed a piece of Rocket's shaft and pulled, and the laser sliced each piece free from his groin, leaving only a twitching stump where that hefty cock had once so strongly stood.

"Oooooh FLARK!" Rocket gasped, his prick stolen by the machine. He felt his groin clench and his balls roll, the sudden loss and unfeeling theft of his dick too much for the grouchy raccoon to bear. He watched his stump contract, as a messy blast of spunk gushed out of him. Without the length of his dick to compact the load into neat ropes, the cum splattered out in a shotgun blast radial around his stump, the openness of his urethra now allowing the sticky mess to be heard softly squirting as it spattered all over Rocket's crotch and twitching balls.

The orgasm felt as wrong as it did right, the raccoon's body contracting and jerking as every breached splurt escaped his throbbing stump. He was barely finished when the tendrils dipped between his legs and began excising the stump of his cock from his groin. He arched his back, gasping as the laser and claws dug into him, slicing and tugging free his root like pulling a tuber out of the dirt. He watched them pull it out, the red flesh and meat still jerking and pulsing as the laser lopped it loose. Rocket was left now with a gaping hole where his fat cock had once been. "Flarkin hell!" He yelled, a surge of anger filling him as he realized that Blackjack was the one causing this emasculation to happen. Even with the anger though, the realization made his cockless nuts tingle.

Worse, the tendrils and claws kept working on him. Two stretched the crater where his cock had been wide as a third plunged into him like a questing cock. He could feel it rooting around inside his crotch like an eel, and a surge of pleasure belayed the moment it clamped its claws around his prostate. Rocket arched, his legs kicking weakly, toes splayed as the claw tugged a few times and Rocket felt something lurch inside him. The pleasure faded to a numb coldness as the tendril emerged from his crotch, his prostate clenched in its claws like a plundered grape, trailing the tubes that had once connected to his cock and his testicles. Rocket gasped, his jaw agape as the tendrils dug into him again, and this time he could see the claws enter his ballsack.

The raccoon goggled at his nuts, his fat, proud, potent balls for a few heartbeats, before the tendrils pulled out and one by one his big testicles plopped wetly out of the hole, their cords still drooling his sperm. Rocket knew he was completely emasculated, his entire masculine equipment and plumbing dug out and dissected by the security tendrils. All he had between his legs now was a crater and a floppy, empty scrotum. He felt a blush color his cheeks as his guts did perverse flip-flops at the realization.

His nightmare was far from over, however. The tendrils proceeded to widen and tug the hole, lasers and claws peeling the skin of his crotch away bit by bit. They tugged and sliced, Rocket defenselessly watching them peel him like a banana. His body could barely process what it was feeling, his bio-enhancements both dulling pain and keeping him quite conscious as the security tendrils skinned him alive. He watched his pelt peeling back from his belly, down his legs, up his chest, baring living muscle beneath. More and more they peeled and skinned until Rocket had to endure them slicing away the fur from his face and skull. It was maddening, the feeling of being completely exposed and taken apart by the unfeeling robotic sentries.

The castrated, emasculated former hero watched the tendrils take away his skin like they had his jumpsuit. He couldn't have closed his eyes if he wanted to. He simply had to endure as the claws picked apart his muscles next. They knew his anatomy exactly, each group of muscle being taken away in perfect, almost bloodless swaths. His legs dwindled to bones and their tendons were sliced apart. Each bone was taken away in turn. His pelvis was bared, his bladder plucked out. They unraveled his guts, dug out his liver, his pancreas, his stomach, each organ removed after each protective group of muscle was taken and bared them. Each new vertebra of his spine was neatly taken apart. The tendrils dismantled his paws, his arms, leaving him a helpless, red torso. The picked apart his ribs one by one, the raccoon trembling, frantically panting and watching his own heart pound and his lungs puff and deflate with each breath.

Rocket's jaws worked in anxious chomps as the tendrils gripped his heart and plucked the desperately slamming muscle from his torso. Rocket knew he wouldn't last too much longer; he could already feel his enhancements downloading him back to the Rack 'n Ruin for a new body. He started to grow cold with his heart missing, and then he could no longer gasp as the tendrils dug his lungs loose.

Rocket Raccoon was now no more than a skull being held aloft by a single claw. It was then a hidden holo-emitter activated and displayed an image of Blackjack in front of Rocket.

"Heh, ya didn't really think ya could sneak up on me, didja, Stripes?" The hare laughed. He was holding a pair of jars in his paws. Rocket recognized what both jars contained. One was holding the pieces of his own manhood suspended in biogel. The other, he saw and recognized as Wally's. "Don't worry, he only suffered as much as you did." The hare laughed. Rocket wanted to reply but he couldn't. The tendrils had sliced away his jaw, his tongue left to waggle impotently before they cut that out too. The lasers sliced his skull in half and pulled it apart, Rocket sensing himself reduced to no more than brain and eyeballs dangling from optic nerves. As the lasers started slicing his brain apart into its component pieces, Rocket's consciousness scrambled and faded to static.

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Somewhere in space, the medical bay of the Rack 'n Ruin came to life. The biopod aboard flashed and glittered, its doors opening wide as Rocket dropped out onto his hands and knees. Uploaded to a new body by his bio-enhancement tech, the raccoon gasped and coughed biogel, filling new lungs with air. New muscles trembled, and fresh eyes opened. Rocket staggered to his feet, sagging naked against the wall.

"Flarkin damn you, Blackjack," he swore, looking down at his big new cock rock hard between his legs. It was already leaking. Rocket both regretted and was glad he had told his former partner his fantasies all those years ago.

"I gotta go find Wally," Rocket panted, knowing that if the hare had dissected him too, the walrus should be reconstructing in his own biopod on the ship. He was bigger, so he took longer to reconstruct. The raccoon staggered off, his cock throbbing.