Rocket Racoon grumbled as he was led down the long metal hallway, and began devising a plan to wriggle himself out of these stupid handcuffs that were beginning to chafe his wrists. He looked down, and gave the chains a tentative pull. Usually if he was lucky the men who captured him, as rare as it happened these days, never anticipated having to bind somebody as physically small as him. It gave him plenty of opportunities to slip out of handcuffs or ropes or whatever it was they used to hopelessly keep him chained up. It was just as he tried to pull at his wrist and free it from the cuffs did he feel the rough toe of a boot kick harshly against his back.

"Dammit!" Rocket hissed, glaring over his shoulder at the man in uniform who was pointing a gun directly at his head. "Give me some time, damn. I got short legs, pal!"

"Quiet," The guard hissed behind his visor that hid his face. Rocket considered the guy lucky, because if he had a shred of his body out in the open it would probably be in the process of being mauled by his claws.

"Piss off," Rocket grumbled, and then felt another kick of the boot and swore under his breath.

This was not going as planned.

It had been an hour ago when Rocket had been captured. As much as he hated to admit it, he was worried about his friends. Quill, Groot, Drax, and Gamora had all become separated from him in this stupid chase. Some job about hunting down some sadistic freak. The usual. It wasn't as if it were any worse than a job they took on before, but they had been caught off guard. Their ship had been gunned down and forced to land before troops had swarmed them, and it had been from there that they had made the stupid decision to all run off in different directions.

"It'll be fine," Rocket grumbled under his breath in a dopey sort of airheaded tone that was meant to mock Peter's annoying voice. "You're fast. You can run in the trees. Ain't like anybody's gonna want a stupid raccoon like you. God, I'm gonna claw his eyes out when I..."

Another kick.

"Will you knock it the hell off?" Rocket shouted at the guard.

"We're here," The guard said just as they arrived at a door.

Rocket was forced forward some more before the man behind him kicked at his legs and forced him to his knees. He felt the hit the metal flooring just as he began to grumble and inspect his surroundings. The place was different from the hallway. More white and sterile looking. What caught his attention was something strange in the center. It looked like... well, he wasn't sure [i]what[/i] it looked like exactly. It was five large circles made of metal just hovering in the air. Two were side by side at the top, a large one in the middle, and finally two more at the bottom also side by side. It wasn't anything like Rocket had ever seen before.

"Subject in study room," The guard spoke into a piece at his ear. "Orders?"

Something came out of the piece that Rocket was unable to pick up, even when he flicked his ear. He glared over his shoulder at the man, who didn't seem to be looking at him. Finally he gave a curt nod, and the voice on the other side cut off.

"Yes sir," The guard said.

Then, he did something Rocket did not expect him to do. He got down to one knee and grabbed Rocket by the neck and forced him onto his back. Rocket gasped, kicking but soon even that motion became impossible.

"A-Ass!" Rocket growled. "Get off!"

Rocket felt a click, and the handcuffs around his wrists were free. It did him little good when the large man was holding him down, of course. Then he felt fingers grab for his collar. Rocket tried to bite them, but found they too were covered in metal like the rest of the guard.

"W-What are you doing?" Rocket shouted when his collar was tugged at, and the zipper down his front was pulled open. His bare chest was exposed, and he could feel his shirt slip down his shoulders. He squirmed, but that only made it worse as it slipped further and further down. "Knock it off! You freak!"

"Sit still," The guard grumbled.

Before Rocket could even begin to get over the panic at this man seemingly stripping him, it was too late to react. He felt his pants and shirt both be tugged down, and soon he was fully exposed and naked still lying on the floor.

"Freak!" Rocket yelled as he was forced up. Instinctively he closed his legs. "Gimmie back my clothes! I ain't got any weapons in them!"

Rocket was forced forward to the hovering rings and then lifted. Even as he kicked and clawed he knew it was useless. The rings began to move on their own in a way that Rocket did not expect. The two near the top instantly shrunk and tightened around his tiny wrists once they were in, as did the rings at his midsection and ankles. Then, they pulled Rocket's body taut.

"Argh!" Rocket cried out just as the pain began to set in. He feared for a moment that he was actually going to be pulled apart, but just as he was about to scream they stopped pulling, and went down an inch to give him barely just enough room to vaguely struggle. His arms were directly above his head now. He was able to wiggle his fingers and toes and shake his head, but little more was possible.

"Subject is ready," The guard said.

"What is this?" Rocket barked.

The guard did not answer, and instead turned to walk away. Rocket began screaming at him. Throwing out curses and insults and anything else he could think of even long after the door closed. He continued screaming until his voice grew hoarse and he began to cough.

"D-Dammit," Rocket hissed under his breath. "God what the hell's going on?"

Rocket stared down. His cock was visible, though thankfully not hard. He felt his face grow warm from the sight of it. The reality that he had been stripped naked and now it was impossible to hide any part of his body. He swished his tail, and shivered as it ran over his bare bottom. He had no idea what the man in charge of all of this was planning, or why he had been ordered to be naked for it. All he knew was that it was giving him far too many memories of his early life. When he had been an experiment in a tube for far too long. He started to breathe heavily now, closing his eyes and telling himself he was going to murder whoever came through that door.

As luck would have it, it only took about another minute for it to open again. Rocket shot open his eyes, and caught sight of not another guard, but a man in simply clothing. It was a human from the looks of it. A man who couldn't be much older than Peter Quill was. This man had very short hair and a face littered with scars that went against his clean looking clothes. Rocket recognized him instantly. Their target for this entire mission. He wasn't even looking up at Rocket, but instead at a thin screen in his hands as he tapped all over it.

"Hey!" Rocket barked. "You!"

"Just a moment..." The man mumbled, not looking up.

"Asshole!" Rocket shouted. "Look at me!"

The man finally looked up. He had an almost bored look on his face, but the moment Rocket met his eyes he felt his heart thunder. They looked so... cold. Ruthless, even. Something in them freaked him out and sent every hair on his body on end.

"Rocket," The man said. "Says here you have quite the record. Guardians of the Galaxy now, isn't it? That's your little friends."

Rocket let his eyes wander down to the screen in the man's hand. On it he saw a dozen pictures of him all lined up.

"You been studying me, freak?" Rocket asked. "What the hell are these things?"

He nodded up to the bindings on his wrists and then down to his ankles.

"My own invention," The man said. "They help restrict my subjects. My work can get a bit... violent if they're not heavily bound up."

Rocket's eyes widened. This guy was talking about torture.

"You some kinda freak?" Rocket asked.

The man gazed down. His eyes changed from cold to something that made Rocket even more uneasy than before. Hunger. Lust. Like a starving beast after prey. Rocket realized the man's eyes were ogling his naked, exposed body. He began to walk around, examining all of Rocket bit by bit. Rocket tried to turn his head, but was stopped just when he was out of sight.

Rocket felt fingers grab his tail and lift.

"Ah!" Rocket cried out. "H-Hey! Hands off that!"

"My, my, what an extraordinary specimen," The man said. "I've never had somebody so... furry to test on. Tell me, the men who did this to you, they installed you with all the right receptors, correct? Tell me, does this hurt?"

As if the tail grabbing wasn't bad enough, Rocket felt fingers squeeze his bare rump. He didn't think he had ever cried out in such a high pitched tone when he felt the pinch. He was used to pain, but to be touched THERE of all places scared him half to death.

"I said hands off!" Rocket cried out. "Gimmie some damn clothes!"

"Pain receptors seem in check," The man mumbled. He ignored Rocket as he wandered around back to the front. He licked his lips, which only sent more shivers through Rocket's body. He was at this point pretty thoroughly freaked out.

"I wonder," The man said under his breath. Without warning he reached out his finger. Rocket bared his teeth, ready to bite at it if it came close. Unlucky for him, it didn't go anywhere near his mouth. Instead, the finger traveled to Rocket's bare, taut belly and poked at his belly button.

"A-Ah!" Rocket cried, sucking his gut in as the finger pressed. Then, it began to stroke. Ever so slightly it moved up, and then down, wiggling in and around his belly button as he did this. Rocket felt his belly vibrate on the finger, and an unexpected sensation took over him. He grinded his sharp teeth together, and shut his eyes.

"S-Stop," Rocket hissed. "C-C'mon..."

"Hmmm," The man said, squeezing and stroking Rocket's belly some more. "I'm certainly getting a reaction. I hoped for more, though. Perhaps it's not the right spot."

"Quit it!" Rocket cried as more fingers found his belly. "N-No! Get away from me! Stop it!"

Two fingers were playing now. One from each hand began to poke and proad around his sensitive belly. It raked along the fur and went to his delicately soft skin. Rocket began to gasp as he writhed helplessly in the devices that made his body taut. His outstretched his fingers and toes but it did not help. He could only stare down at the fingers torment his midsection as he gasped and sucked in air. Laughter was bubbling up inside of him that he so desperately did not want out.

He was being tickled. This man was [i]actually[/i] tickling him.

"Suck wonderful reactions," The man continued.

"F-Fuck you," Rocket hissed.

"Oh, that's no way to talk to me," The man said. He raised his hand, and just when Rocket bit at it he pulled his finger away and waggled his finger in a 'no' gesture just outside of his biting range. "That mouth of yours is pesky. Give me a moment."

"Hey!" Rocket shouted just as the man walked away out of sight once more. Rocket was breathing heavily, the fingers on his belly taking a great deal of struggle not to laugh at. He scrunched his feet and curled his toes as he heard footsteps wander around. He couldn't even imagine what the man was doing.

"This should work," The man's voice said.

"What the hell are y-"

Rocket was silenced by two hands appearing on either side of his face, and a large red ball being forced in his mouth between his top and bottom set of teeth.

"MMMPH!" Rocket screamed through the ball gag inserted into his mouth. He writhed and struggled more, but of course to no use. He felt leather bands wrap around his head and keep the ball firmly in place. He tried to push at it with his tongue and spit it out, but no good. He continued to scream in frustration.

"There we go," The man said. One of his hands the moment it was done securing the strap went down Rocket's body, stroking with his palm open. It went down all the way to Rocket's exposed nipple. Fingers pinched very lightly.

"MMMMMM!" Rocket continued to yell through his gag as he shook his head. Much to his frustration, the other hand of the man wrapped around and squeezed at his jaw. He could feel a head press to the back of his head and breath from the man's nose run down his ear, which began to twitch wildly.

"I bet you're wondering just what will happen to you," The man said. His tone was soft, which somehow made it all the more threatening. He rolled around and pinched Rocket's nipple between his soft fingers. Rocket whined more, and continued to curl his toes. "You've probably guessed it by now. My experiments are all about body sensitivity. And I'm happy to say you've been installed with some awfully ticklish body parts, little raccoon."

Rocket let out about 500 swear words, none of which were heard of course. The man continued to pinch his nipple and stroke fingers against the underside of his jaw. He rubbed his face to the top of Rocket's head.

Rocket wouldn't let it be known, but he was terrified. Terrified of finding out something he didn't know himself. Just how ticklish [i]was[/i] his body? It wasn't as if he ever found out before. That little bit before had nearly driven him nuts. He had no idea what was going to happen if he was [i]really[/i] tickled.

"Now," The man said, running his fingers from Rocket's jaw to his other nipple. "Tell me. How sensitive are these?"

The man squeezed Rocket's nipple just as he was the other. Very slightly he pulled and Rocket whined. He felt the fingers pinch tighter and his toes continued to curl. Rocket closed his eyes, unable to look at the torment overcoming his body. Something was wrong, though, because his body wasn't screaming that he hated this. No, it was worse. His body was [i]reacting[/i] to this. Between his legs he felt his cock begin to harden at just this tiny bit of toying.

"Mmm..." Rocket whined, not screaming any longer but simply whimpering.

The fingers released, and Rocket was given a second of pause before they went back down. They did not pinch this time, but instead slowly stroked their fingertips along Rocket's sensitive nipples. Rocket felt his body tremble again.

"Don't hide it," The man whispered into Rocket's ear. The hear against it made his body vibrate. "You know how good it'll feel to just let it all out."

More stroking. Rocket was pretty positive he had some of the most sensitive nipples in the galaxy by now, because just keeping from laughing now was making his eyes water. He kept biting the ball in his mouth and shaking his head. Trying to force it away. He swore, but of course none of the words were heard.

"Mhmm..." The tiniest of giggles escaped him. It cracked at the dam inside of him because the fingers simply refused to stop. "Mhmhm..."

"That's right," The man whispered. "Tickle tickle tickle. Let me hear you laugh, Rocket."

"Mhmhmhmh MMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Rocket started shouting again once the giggling started. It only made the man play roughter, mixing up pinching with stroking and anything inbetween.

"That can't be all on your body that's sensitive," The man said. "What about..."

"MMMMPH!" Rocket cried out as fingers went to his exposed pits. This was about a hundred times worse than the nipples. This time, Rocket didn't scream to stop the giggling. The ticklish sensation was so intense he had to scream.

"MMPHPHPHHHHMMMM!" Rocket cried out, laughing hysterically through his gag. He shook his head back and forth faster and father as the fingers sunk into his pits and ran their fingernails greedily over him. They craved his giggling. His laughter. His horribly ticklish reactions. They wanted him to suffer as he was right now because no amount of screaming laughter made them stop. Rocket only encouraged them.

When the fingers finally stopped Rocket felt his eyes water. He was panting now. Unable to get in enough air to satisfy that which he lost giggling. Still he continued to giggle, whining and whimpering in reaction to it all. The fingers of the man continued to poke and stroke his upper body at random. He whined louder each time, unable to curse anymore or shout due to exhaustion.

"M-Mphphphhhh," Rocket whined as the finger stroked in circles around his poor belly button.

Fingers toyed with the leather band around his head, and finally it fell from his mouth and clattered on the floor. His mouth hung open and tongue fell out to pant.

"Hehehe... f-fuck," Rocket whined as the tickling reached his nipples again. It was so light now. Not trying to get a reaction out of him but simply not to let him rest a moment without it present. Nothing made it stop. Not tensing his body or trying to make his mind block out the sensation. "S-Stop it, f-freak."

"This has been a very good experiment," The man said. He walked around Rocket's body, laying his finger on Rocket's side and dragging it as his body went around. Rocket whimpered and shook his head again. "But do you think that's [i]all[/i] my chains can do?"

Rocket wasn't even able to ask what the man was talking about before once more he pulled out his tablet, and pressed a few buttons on it.

The world spun, and suddenly Rocket was hanging not from his wrists but his ankles. He had been flipped entirely upside down, and now his bare paws resided in the air.

"H-Hey!" Rocket cried out, staring down at the man's shoes. "What is this? Put me back right!"

His tail was touched again. Grabbed and pulled down by both the hand and gravity. Soon, his bare rump was once more exposed and Rocket felt his face flush.

"Be a good subject," The man said, allowing his fingers to find Rocket's bare butt. He squirmed his fingers down to Rocket's taint between his closed legs. The bindings on his ankles went apart slightly, and Rocket was unable to close them. The newly discovered sensitvie area was free to explore, which the fingers did.

Rocket was, of course, horribly ticklish there as well.

"A-Ahahaha!" Rocket cried out. "N-No! Stop it stop it!"

The fingers ran and danced on Rocket's taint. They found the underside of his balls and there too they ran. The bindings on his ankles went further and further apart as the man explored the inside of Rocket's furry thighs, and the ticklishness of his bare butt.

"Pleheheheese!" Rocket found himself begging, and then instantly swore as loud as he could when he realized he had done something so pathetic. Still, it passed his lips again as a hand wrapped around his hard cock and pulled so more fingers could run over his balls.

"N-Nohohohho! Plheheheese I'll do anything! Ahahahaha!"

"I don't want anything, though," The man said in a dastardly, evil tone. "I have everything I want in your ticklish little body!"

Rocket screamed in laughter at that.

"AHAHAHAA!"

The fingers toyed with the plushness of his bottom and inner thighs. His body was thin, but those two areas were where a good deal of his body fat went. He found embarrassingly his butt was exceptionally ticklish. All it took was a few fingers running there for tears to well up in his eyes and run down, or up considering he was upside down, his face.

"I wonder if these feet are ticklish," The man said.

"NO!" Rocket shouted.

The one thing he knew without a doubt was that his bare feet were horribly, horribly ticklish.

But of course, begging wouldn't stop the man from touching them. He grabbed the right one by the toes which Rocket was already curling and peeled them back. Then, he forced his fingers down on the underside of Rocket's toes.

"STHOHOHOP IT YOU ASS!" Rocket screamed. "NOHOHOHHO! NOT MY FEHEHEHET PLEASE!"

Rocket was quite literally losing his sanity. Now, there was no denying it. He [i]was[/i] the most ticklish thing in all of the galaxy.

The tickling on his feet stopped for only a few moments. As rocket caught his breath the man did more finger strokes on his tablet, and Rocket's body spun again. This time he was forced into a seated position with his arms up, and legs extended in the direction of the man. The man went to his side as Rocket stared horrified at the tips of his toes which he began to wiggle. The man ran a finger on his exposed bottom, and reached out his hand to tickle Rocket's feet.

"AAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!" Rocket yelled. He paddled his feet helplessly, though this only seemed to encourage the fingers of the man's hand to run between his toes and pinch and scratch ruthlessly on his arches. He swatted his feet back and forth, tried to cover one with the other, but still he was tickled. Still his bare feet were sensitive beyond belief.

he man lowered his head to Rocket's body, burying his nose in his armpit and giving it a long lick. He was no longer telling Rocket where he would tickle, as he grabbed for his nipples, his armpits, his feet, his cock, and even his bottom. He tickled with everything he had. His fingers, his teeth, his tongue. Rocket felt the hours tick by slowly, and still he remained conscious even when sanity began to slip and he would do anything for exhaustion to take him over.

The man's tongue ran over his toes again and again. He could not make it stop. Still he begged despite knowing it would do nothing.

"Pleheheese!" Rocket begged. "Let me go. Ahahaha!"

"You're not going anywhere, subject," The man said with a grin. "I haven't even gotten the toys to try, yet. We still have plenty of experimenting to do."