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Onboard the Milano, Rocket found himself in a bit of a hairy situation as Blackjack O'hare had successfully infiltrated the Guardians' ship while Rocket was alone on a scouting mission to mess with his arch nemesis. "Well well Rocky ol' boy looks like I got the upper hand again," Blackjack teases while rifling through the ship's compartments and consoles. Rocket was strung up spread eagle in the anti-grav cuffs, and could only helplessly look on as Blackjack kept tearing apart things in his ship. "Once I get out of these cuffs rabbit, you're going to be in a world of hurt," Rocket growled at Blackjack, thrashing slightly in his cuffs as he tried in vain to wiggle some slack in the cuffs. Blackjack stopped his rifling briefly, holding up a prosthetic hand he found to Rocket's face, flipping him the bird with the hand as he laughed. "Ya ya you rabid pest, now shut up while I try and find those quantex batteries you stole, they got quite the price these days on the market and you owe me after blowing up my ship last week." Blackjack smacks Rocket across the face with the hand before tossing it aside to continue his search. Rocket continued looking on, still fuming and trying to get his fingers to stretch to the cuffs and find the off switch to no avail.

After opening a few compartments of spare parts and some XXX magazines, Blackjack opened one last drawer revealing a sea of white fabric in front of him. Laughing, Blackjack pulls out a pair of tighty whities and dangles it in the air, "Ooh la la, seems I found the panty drawer." Blackjack twirls around the pair of tighty whities in his hand in front of Rocket's face, Rocket's face contorting in anger and trying to hide his blush. "Oh what's the matter Rocky, upset I found your panties?" Rocket faked a laugh, "You think that's my underwear? This is Quill's ship genius, they're obv-" Rocket was cut off as Blackjack stretched the waistband out in front of Rocket's face, revealing Rocket written in black sharpie on the fabric. "Oh really? Cause unless 'Starlord' is going by a different name, and about the size of a small rodent, these look like your tighty whities little boy." With a snap, Blackjack shot the tighty whities like a slingshot at Rocket, landing them on the racoon's head.

Not missing a beat, Blackjack hopped quickly over to Rocket and tore at his suit, quickly ripping the shirt bit off while he kept dangling in the air. With his knife, Blackjack also cut into Rocket's pants letting them drop to the floor just like his shirt, revealing the clean pair of tighty whities he was wearing as well. "Hah! See? Little Rocky Wocky wears his tighty whities like a goody boy for his mommy," Blackjack proceeds to taunt Rocket making cooing noises and smacking noises like sucking a teet at Rocket. Rocket could only blush, thankful the other pair of tighty whities was over his head to hide his face. "Now since you've obviously hid those quantex batteries pretty damn well, I guess I'm just gonna have to squeeze-" Blackjack grabs a hold of Rocket's balls with his hand and squeezes hard, causing Rocket's vocal chords to go up a few octaves, "that information out of you." Blackjack keeps his vice grip on Rocket's balls as he tries rotating his wrist twisting Rocket's genitals even harder. Rocket's voice was hitting notes that would make Freddie Mercury jealous, before Blackjack finally released his hold to swiftly punch Rocket in the stomach, causing Rocket to double over in his binds. Blackjack grips the front waistband of Rocket's underwear, before rocketing it upwards, crushing Rocket's genitals even more. "Now let's see just how tighty these whities really are, I think they can get big enough to fit Starlord with enough punishment, hell I'll try and see if we can get them to fit for that pet tree of yours."

Blackjack presses a button on the console, bringing down one of the ship's robotic arms in front of Rocket. Blackjack drapes the front waistband over the robot arm, pressing the button again to have the arm shoot upwards pulling Rocket's underwear tighter up his crotch. Blackjack twirls the remote around in his hand as he walks forward until he's face to face with the squirming racoon. Blackjack removes the tighty whities off Rocket's head and looked him in the eyes, "Now even though I really want to do this, I'm on a bit of a tight schedule, so here's the deal: tell me where you hid the batteries, and I'll just leave you here like this until your goody two-shoes Power Ranger buddies to show up, or we can see all the functions of this bad boy," Blackjack says as he waves the controller in Rocket's face. Rocket hocked back in his throat before spitting in Blackjack's face, flipping him the bird as well while in his binds. "Option two it is then, here I believe these belong to you," Blackjack says shoving Rocket's tighty whities into his mouth gagging him.

With a press of the button, Blackjack activates the rapid spin function of the robotic arm, twisting Rocket's tighty whities until they were impossibly tight on the small racoon, crushing his balls into oblivion. Rocket could only scream into his gag as he felt his balls be forced up into himself. "Hmm so that's what spin-cycle means, how about wipe?" Blackjack presses another button, causing the arm to move itself up and down, while still keeping the fabric tightly wound tight around Rocket's crotch. "That's boring what about, oh there's the speed," Blackjack moves a lever causing the arm to move at breakneck pace pulling the fabric up and down rapidly, eliciting small muffled yelps from Rocket who was starting to tear up from the crotch torture. Switching the remote off, Blackjack moves to behind as the arm slowly lowers Rocket's tighty whities, giving the racoon some semblance of relief. Blackjack activates the spin-cycle function again this time in reverse, loosening up the vice tightness of Rocket's underwear from his crotch. Reaching down, Blackjack grabs the back waistband pulling the underwear up hard himself, slicing the fabric through Rocket's taint and butt crack, causing him to let another muffled scream before being blinded by a white blindfold. Blackjack had successfully stretched Rocket's tighty whities putting the racoon in an atomic wedgie, even stretching the fabric far enough to get over his muzzle so Rocket was forced to sniff his own ass. With a quick smack to Rocket's ass, Blackjack went back around to fiddle more with the remote in his hand twisting Rocket's underwear back into their vice like grip on Rocket's genitals. Rocket could only fidget and moan into his gag, the scent of his sweat filling his nose from his underwear mask. Blackjack kept playing with buttons on the remote, causing the arm to flay sporadically around with Rocket's underwear in tow in every direction, until he finally found the button releasing several other arms from above to join the previous arm. "Oh now the real fun can begin, let's just," Blackjack accidentally causes one of the arms to smack him across the head, knocking him out.

As Blackjack fell to the ground, he fell face first on top of the remote, hitting all the buttons at once. The arms seize up briefly before rapidly shaking back and forth and rapidly grasping in the air around Rocket. Rocket could only glance around, his vision still blocked by the white fabric that was stretched over it as shadows of the claw like appendages clang and gripped menacingly around Rocket. One of the arms finally managed to snag hold of a spare bit of Rocket's tighty whities, pulling it outward while still continuing its sporadic method of moving around. Then another arm snagged hold of fabric, then another, then another, until finally all eight arms hanging around Rocket had a robot fist full of tighty whities pulling in various directions and speeds, some twisting and others merely pulling up and down. Rocket felt every pull as it radiated through his body from his crotch and butt, every shake of the arms causing vibrations that made his balls squeeze uncomfortably inside of the folks of skin they were forced into. Rocket could only groan in pain and horror as the arms began moving around the room with his underwear still in tow, circling around him and stretching the fabric again to near impossible lengths, silently cursing himself for buying Chaomorian silk briefs. The fabric was so soft but also so resilient and stretchy so they would never be stretched out. The arms continued moving around pulling the fabric over Rocket's arms, cocooning him slightly inside his own underwear and holding him even tighter in his binds. After a minute, which felt like hours to Rocket, the arms finally managed to finish their full spin-cycle around the racoon, fully cocooning Rocket in a sea of white fabric before being pull taut, making a spiders web like design out of the Chaomorian fabric. Rocket could only groan into his underwear gag as all feeling in his lower half was either asleep from blood circulation being cut off, or on fire from the sheer pain.

Blackjack shakes himself awake, pulling himself off the ground as he gripped the side of his head where the arm had hit him. "Oh that smarts," he looks up to see the spider web mess of underwear that is Rocket in front of him before laughing, "but I bet that smarts even worse eh Rocky?" As he sat up, Blackjack noticed a glimmering light in the corner of his eyes from one of the drawers he had opened earlier, a false bottom hiding what he was seeking. Sure enough, Blackjack walked over and found the quantex batteries Rocket had stashed away underneath the spare parts and nudey magazines. "So that was a false bottom, note to self don't second guess yourself again," Blackjack says as he snatches up his prize before pocketing them, turning back to the ensnared Rocket. Pressing the remote once more, Blackjack made the ship arms release Rocket from his cocoon, until Rocket was finally left in only his atomic wedgie in his binds. "Well it's been fun Rocky but like I said I'm on a tight schedule, so I must bid you adieu," Blackjack grabs the front waistband of Rocket's tighty whities and attaches them to a loading hook on the opposite wall, the fabric still stretched out from the prior torture. Snagging the back waistband off Rocket's muzzle, Blackjack takes the fabric with him over towards the escape pod bay before attaching the fabric inside the pod on a loading hook. "Sorry to split hairs, or fabric in this case," Blackjack chuckles at his poor pun, "but I think I'll take a little trophy with me to commemorate our fun times together, hope you don't mind." With that Blackjack gets inside the pod before pressing the button, sealing the cockpit and ensnaring Rocket's tighty whities in the door before launching the pod outwards, causing the fabric to rocket (pun intended) their way through Rocket's crotch once again as a long tail of fabric was stretching out from the ship holding the escape pod in place briefly. Rocket was being sawed in half by his own underwear, his eyes wide as he screamed as loud as he could into his gag, almost choking on his own underwear from his mouth being so far open.

With a loud and audible SNAP! Rocket's underwear finally gave way after several agonizing minutes as Blackjack jettisoned into space with his pod, flipping Rocket off from the cockpit window while laughing his ass off at the sight. Rocket hung defeated in the air, nude as the last shred of underwear fell limply from between his legs, his jaw finally going completely slack and the underwear in his mouth finally falling out giving him some relief and ability to speak, only exasperated groans escape his mouth though, his eyes red and watery as he was almost positive his dick and balls were squished into oblivion from the torture he was just subjected to. When I get out of this rabbit, you're going to pay dearly for that, Rocket could only think to himself as his voice was still gone.