by Jesse Fox
The unconventional floating aquatic prison was proving to be especially maddening to the Avengers locked away in the cells below the surface.
It had been a day since getting placed in the remote Raft by General Ross after the altercation at the airport with Iron Man’s team and Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye, Ant-Man, and Falcon were disgruntled about being detained unjustly. “You can’t just keep us here, asshole!” Hawkeye spat at the stubborn military man making his rounds. “Well unless you have a magic arrow up your butt, looks like you’re stuck here” Ross retorted. “Man, we’re still Avengers! We don’t deserve to be locked up like criminals; we were trying to help!” Falcon added with growing frustration at the situation. “Give it a rest, bird boy” the headstrong general replied before landing in front of Ant-Man’s cell. “Lang, you’re coming with me” Ross announced. “We’re in an underwater prison…where the hell is there to go?” Scott answered. Ross couldn’t help but chuckle at the smart-ass comment as the guards unlocked the door. “You’ll see” was all he said before the men escorted Ant-Man behind Ross to an unknown location.
“I’m guessing this isn’t the bar?” Scott quipped as they reached a funky looking chair he assumed was for him. “Always the funny man” Ross commented as the men locked the perceived renegade hero into the apparatus; his arms out to the sides so his hands stuck out of the long black strappy sleeves just slightly higher than his head, his waist secured with two strong straps, and his legs strapped outstretched in similar stiff sleeves along two slender platforms in front of him. “What is this, man??” Scott asked, anxiety building at the dark possibilities in his head. “This is a special chair I got made a while back but I haven’t had the opportunity to use it…until now. So, we managed to snag most of the Avengers who chose to defy government orders; your little team lead by Steve Rogers, Captain America. However, we weren’t able to apprehend Rogers. So the question now is where is he” Ross explained, standing in front of the immobile man. “So what do you want from me? You think I know?” “That’s exactly what we think” “I’m basically a second string Avenger, what makes you think Captain America would tell me his personal plans?” Ant-Man pointed out. “You want to make this difficult for yourself? I understand you already have a criminal record…how would you like to see that cleared? Help us out with Cap’s location and as far as we're considered you're a model citizen” Ross offered. Scott looked around the room as if to contemplate the proposal but he knew Cap was in the right and he didn’t want the government stopping him. He knew a lot was riding on Steve's success.
“No deal, general. We’re on the right side even if you don’t agree” Scott refused. “Fine…but I have all evening and I’m not leaving until you give us what we need to know, Lang” Ross explained. The two men who’d strapped him in moved back closer toward his defenseless body like government henchmen. “Is this a real life interrogation?? Like in the movies??” Scott asked with a mocking tone and mild fear in his voice, trying to sink into the chair but there was no escape from the situation. “What are you gonna do?!?” he questioned moments before it was answered. One of the intimidating men jabbed two fingers into his ribs then the other poked into the right armpit through his t-shirt. “Ahhaoahaohey! Stoahhaoaoop!! Geehhaahttaahhwayfrohahommeehehe!!” Scott tried to shew off, his torso jerking back and forth as each new blow came. “TiicckcLlliihinggiNGAHAA??” “I’m aware of it’s immature or childish nature but I’ve been told it’s rather effective; they weren’t lying. Come on, Lang…tell me where Rogers is. That’s all I need” Ross encouraged as the fingers delved into his prisoner’s tender upper body. “AAaHAAIIIDDONNTTAhAhahaoahHAoahaohhhaaAHAhAKKNOOWWW!” he shouted through the spiraling goofy laughter. The man on his left was digging up and down his side/ribs like a gofer in burrowing a hole, taking full advantage of Scott’s vulnerable position while the second tickler grabbed the thin shirt and ripped it open down the middle to further expose the hero.
“WHWHAaaattThAHahaTHTEEEAHAHAAHAHAhaAHEELL!??” He received no explanation, just two hands diving into his stomach, squeezing the lower side and vibrating all over the wide open tight tummy as Scott bucked in the chair against his restraints. The men seemed to really know what they were doing; the one at his left keeping his fingers uniform so the delivery was precise and steady drilling into Ant-Man’s bare torso while the other helped produce mounting laughter with a double trouble attack on the bound ex-con. “AHAHahAHAahAhAHAAHAHAhAHAhaAHAHSSTOOOPSTTTOOPPP!! AHAHAHAHAHAAAEENNOUUUGGHHAHAHAHAAA” “All you have to do is tell where the good Captain is and my men can stop tickling you. From the looks of it you won’t last long anyway, just make it easier on yourself. Why suffer for his sake?” Ross reminded as he watched Lang howl in the secure interrogation chair. “AhahAhahaHAGGOOOOAhAHAHATTTOOOOAHAHaHAHAAHHHAEEELLLL!!” he spat, trying to cling to the idea that he was doing the right thing despite the inner criminal in him wanting to spill a lie to be set free. “Have it your way, tough guy” the general replied as the bubbly almost charming laughter filled the back room of the Raft. One of the men grabbed something out of Scott’s sight with one hand while the other man did the same, Lang's eyes bugging a little with anticipation. “WWHHAaATTTAahhaHAAHAARREEEYOUUUAHAHAAhADDOOOOOOIIIINNNGG!?!??!!?!” The moment the new toys made contact with Scott his giggly inquiry became a high pitched squeal as the new sensations wrecked his helpless body.
The pulsating bristles of two electric toothbrushes targeted Ant-Man’s naked nipples in a particularly sadistic move, forcing the size manipulator to buck harder in the chair while the pink sensory centers on his chest hardened against his will, only worsening the torment by throwing in a level of cruel pleasure. “AAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHaHAHAhAhAHAahahTOOOTTHBBRRUUSSHESS???AHAHAHahAHANOONOOOO!!” He pleaded as his hands and feet wiggled in place, illustrating his desperation. Not only were the tools wreaking new havoc on his nipples but the vicious ticklers made use of two other supplies Ross had been so generous to provide. Each of them had a large semi-stiff feather to worsen their victim’s torment; one feather swirling in Scott’s cute bellybutton and the other teasing his neck as his head tried to uselessly evade the added sensations. He couldn’t help but show his bright white smile as the annoying/ticklish attack forced laughter and fake glee out of him. The feather up top danced along his delicate neck, collar, and even his ears with a devilish technique reminiscent of childhood tickle torture as the other felt like something especially strange in his navel. The relatively new hero was losing his shit in the deviously creative chair as the feathers showed even the lightest contact could be torturous and the toothbrushes’ concentrated vibrations/scrubbing proved to be especially hellacious to his nervous system. “HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHACCOOOMMEEONNNAHAHAHAHAHAIIIICCAANNTTTAHAHAHATTTAKKEEEAHAHAHAAAIIITTTAHAHaHAHAHA NOOOMOOOREEAHAHAHAHHASTTOOOPPPMMAAANNN!!”
“You know how to end this, Lang. You’re enduring a unique kind of hell for a man you don’t even really know. Do you think Rogers would go through the same treatment for you?” Ross tried to suggest. Scott’s mouth stayed wide with steady laughter spewing from it, his nipples growing redder and the rest of his upper body got acquainted with the surprisingly detrimental feathers. Ross could see in his eyes that he was ready to submit to him and divulge Captain America’s location but Scott was surpassing his stamina expectations. “AhAHAHAhAHAAAAhAHAAHAHAAhAAhAhaahaahAHAAHAHaahahaEEEAAATTTAHAHAHAHAAhSSSHIIIITTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA” “I have to admit, I’m impressed that you’ve lasted this long. Tickling may typically be a child’s game but I’m man enough to say that it can be just as powerful on adults. However, even the strongest of wills have trouble withstanding unrestricted government approved merciless torture; not even Ant-Man” Ross monologued to further weaken Lang’s mentality. Scott had a uniquely pleasant laugh, some might say funny for a grown man but that didn’t mean it wasn’t out of genuine agony. While one brush and feather continued pumping the entertaining laughter from him, the other tickler put his tools down and focused in on the thighs perfectly open for attention. The stiff sleeve restraints didn’t start until halfway down his thigh so the meatiest parts near his crotch were free game for any willing hands.
All ten of the adventurous fingers sunk into Scott’s upper thighs like a dog with a steak, wiggling into the inner legs with serious pressure. “AOOHOOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOAHAHAHAHSSSHHIIIITTTAHAHAHAHA NONONOAHAHAHAHAHahAHAHAHAhaHAhaHAHAahCCEEOOOMMEEEAHAHAAOONNNAHAHhAHAHHAA EENNOUUUGGHAHAHAHAAHAHAASTTTOOOPPPIIITTT!!” Ant-Man tried to beg but there was no letting up. He tried to shake his legs out of reach but they remained in place as the hands jack hammered into the tender meat and exploited a place Scott had always been terribly ticklish. The unconventional interrogation method reminded him of just how sensitive he’d always been but this was some next level shit he’d never gotten close to experiencing. His pants provided little protection from the determined diligent fingers focused on making him lose control of his bladder, not to mention the battery powered toothbrush now filling his bellybutton with horrible, strange discomfort and the wicked hand mining in his armpit for ticklish gold. “AHAHaHAHAHAhAhahaAAahaHAhAAHAHAHOOLLLYAHAHaHAHAAAAHAHSHHIIIITTAHAHHAHAhAHAhaHAAMAAAKKEEAHAHAHAHAAAIIITTAHAHAHAHAASTTTOOOPPPPPAHAHAhaHAhAHAhaHAHaHhahAHAAHAHAHAOOKOOKKOOKK!!” Scott shouted through the heavy guffaws and forced smile. “Fellas, let’s hear what Mr. Lang has to tell us” Ross instructed, the evil men stepping away from Ant-Man’s exhausted body.
“Alright…where is he?” Ross asked with a satisfied smirk under his mustache. “Ok…so…I thought…I could come up with…something by now…but…Alaska seems kind of dumb now…” Scott replied, taking the orchestrated opportunity to catch his breath. “You know, I don’t consider myself a sadistic man but I’ve always enjoyed showing a smart ass how unfunny he really is” Ross answered with barely visible frustration under his calm exterior. “Fellas, go ahead and begin phase two” he instructed. “Phase 2? What’s that?? I already told you I don’t know where he is! This is pointless!” “Sneaky men like yourself make a habit out of lying…after a while it becomes difficult for people to believe you” Ross added as the two men attached a power dampener on his neck. “I don’t have powers, idiot” Scott spat. “Oh, I know. You use science right?” the general asked rhetorically while the men hooked Scott's size manipulation tech up to him. “You obviously don’t understand how this works…” Scott pointed out. “Oh, I’ve had some men smarter than me tweak your technology” Ross explained as the men tugged off Ant-Man’s boots, then his cotton white stereotypical dad socks to reveal two supple pink soles sticking out the end of the leg sheaths. “Are you trying to let me escape??” “Not exactly” Ross replied to the obviously anxious wannabe comedian before both men hit the buttons on the reconstructed tech and Scott’s bare feet grew exponentially until they were at least a size 30. “What?? How did you get it to just make my feet giant?!?” Ant-Man asked, genuinely curious and surprised at first but then suddenly quite fearful after realizing the only reason they’d do this.
“You think you’re the only intelligent man around, Lang?” Ross taunted, staring at the massive buffet of defenseless pink flesh at his mercy. “Come on, general…this is insane…I can’t help you find Cap…I’m telling the truth!!” Scott tried to assure as the villainous helpers approached his ridiculously ticklish, large, and vulnerable feet; now with SO much more to take advantage of. The man on his right took his big toe with one hand to hold it steady and let his fingers start spidering all over the sea of warm smooth skin while the other went for a more free range style; running both sets of nails along the super sized sole. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOONOONOONOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA TTTHHIIIISSAHAHAHAHAAIIIIIISSSSAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAACCCRRAAAAZZZYYYYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!” Ant-Man yelled with a fresh and louder burst of laughter illustrating how monstrous the sensations were on his cartoonishly big feet. His head shook back and forth against the back of the chair in the special form of hell; the relentless ticklers going full force on the girthy soft targets. The man on the right foot seemed to be particularly into it; tracing the long sole lines back and forth like a kid on one of those race car carpet maps. Scott had never felt anything so severe in his life, the acute sensations amplified thanks to the strategic expansion of ticklish surface area. His mind struggled to wrap around how excruciating the torment was but the very real fingers scribbling up and down his left arch kept him locked into the inescapable reality.
“AAHHAHAhaHAAOHOOOHMMYYYYAHAHahAHAHAHAHAGGOOOODDDAHAAHHAAHAAAHAHAHAYOUUU’REEEAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHEEVVVIILLLLAhAHaHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAEEVVVIIIILL!!!!!” Scott shouted through the vibrant wailing. “I’m just doing my job, Lang. It’s not my fault your so damn ticklish” General Ross added, impressed with how beautifully the idea had worked out. He also couldn’t help but secretly want to get his hands on the silky, virtually flawless soles facing him but concerned with not being able to control himself in the moment, he let the hired men wreck their prisoner as he watched in awe. “Come on, Lang…I know you want this to stop. Just tell me his location; simple as that” Ross added, standing between the huge ticklish playthings to look at Scott directly. “AhAHAHAHAhaHAAhaAHAhaAIIIIICAAANTTTAHAHAHTTEELLLLAHAHAHAHAHAHA IIIIIFFFAAHAHAHAIIIDDONNTTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAKKNOOOWWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAASSSSHOOLLLEEEEEE!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAANOOOOWWAHAHAHA MMAAAAKKEEEAHAHHATTHEEEMMMSSTTOOOPPPP!!” Ant-Man tried to reason. “I guess I can tell my superiors the tickle chair works…just not for weaselly thieves. Maybe you really don’t know, I’m not all together sure but these men look like they’re having a good time. I wouldn’t wanna cut their fun early” Ross added with an expression of inner joy at the situation.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAAYOUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADDIIIICCCKKK!!” “Fellas, why don’t you step it up a bit. I want to hear just how loud bug boy can laugh” Ross instructed, never one to take insults well. While the suited men worked on their next move, the general snagged one of the electric toothbrushes. "I wouldn't...put that in your mouth" Scott added. "Don't worry" he replied before turning it on, undoing Lang's pants, and shoving it down between his thighs directly on his package. He then buttoned the pants back to secure the constant stimulation, effectively tickling his balls with the steady vibrations. "AOOAahaOAoaHaoahaHAHAhaahaOAHoAHaSSUuCcchhhAhAhahaaAannaHAahahaAASSsSHOollLEEEE" Scott managed to get out as Ross flashed a shit eating grin his way. Ant-Man went to add another remark but was distracted by one of the men grabbing a bungee cable and returned to corral Scott’s big toe much to his horror, tying it back to the panel his leg was secured to so the size 30 foot was unable to wrinkle at all and the field of ticklish flesh was even more unprotected. “WWHAAATTAHAHAHAREEEAHAHAHAYOUUUAHahaHAHHahahaAAHAOOHHHOOHOHHAHOAHAOOHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOONOOOOOOO!!” Scott sang out in genuine terror as the other foot commanded his attention away; the left tickler started using a long feather duster to saw between his big and second toe. It was a fiendishly clever method that added another sinister layer to the torture, Ant-Man trying to clench his newly giant toes to combat the technique but the sensations proved too strong for his muscles to contradict. This allowed the multi-colored cleaner to slide back and forth in the trenches of Scott’s unbearably susceptible flesh, making the new Avenger’s laughter spike to uncharted heights as the foot wiggled as much as it could in defense. He’d almost forgotten about his other foot but after the man had lathered Scott’s taut flesh with a special lube, he started raking up and down the vast buttery canvas of nerves with an actual yard rake. The flare of stiff plastic prongs mimicked the behavior of a fork on a regular sized foot as it scratched quickly across the now hyper sensitized jumbo version from toes to heel. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOAHAOAHAHAHAHANOOONOONONOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLLLEEEEASSEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOHHMMYYYAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAASSSSHIIIISSHIIIITTTTSSSHHIIIITTTTT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! AAHahAhahahaHAAPPLLEEASSEEEAhAHAhAHAAHAAHaaahahAoAAhaoAHANOOOTTTHAAAATTTT!”
Scott’s initial reaction had evolved from animated and lighthearted to explosive high pitched howls of real ticklish misery; the extreme measures being taken to gain information about Captain America getting the better of the newly reformed criminal turned hero. His head thrashed with sweaty strands of dark hair on his face and his hands now fists sticking out the black bondage sleeves. “I’m all ears, Lang…anytime you want to give up what you know. I’ve conducted interrogations much longer than this so I’m quite patient by now” Ross explained as he watched Scott endure what he knew would be pure hell on even a man of the his own stature. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA IIIIIAHAHAHAHDDDDOOONNTTTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KKNOOOOWWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAANNYYYTTHHIIINNGGGGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAOHOHOOOHHHHAHAHAAA” he tried to convince through the flood of forced vivacious laughter. The grey haired military man stood in front of the outrageously meaty and outrageously ticklish feet and tried to make heads or tails of what to do next. The red rake began focusing on the center of Ant-Man’s foot, the rosiest and softest part of Scott’s mature yet boyishly tender sole to worsen the hardy yet increasingly sharp laughter. Ross could tell that innovative tactic alone was driving the Avenger completely up the wall but combined with the toothbrush still buzzing on his balls, and the long feather duster currently flowing back and forth along the base of juicy, plump, overgrown toes it was all bringing Scott to the brink of insanity in the maniacal chair.
“AHAHhaHAAOAHAOAAHAhAHAHaHOHAHANOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAAMOOOOREEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IIICCAAANNNTTTTAHAHahAHAHAhaHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAPPPLLLEEASSEEEE!!” The final word of his plea peaked with a shrill manipulated high tone before delving into silent laughter as his body continued jerking in protest. Finally coming to the conclusion that maybe Lang really didn’t know where Rogers was, Ross called off the vicious ticklers. “Alright, fellas. I think Mr. Lang has had enough for now…we have other Avengers to press. We’ll give him a break” Ross announced. The men pushed the buttons to shrink Scott’s feet back down to normal size before untying the wilty hero and taking out the toothbrush. Ant-Man was soon free and being taken back to his cell but Ross got in one last line, “I will find him…with or without your help” he added. “Good luck…grandpa” Scott retorted with the fight already coming back to him. Ross followed them out and watched as Lang put his shoes and socks back on in the cell. “What the hell did you do to him?!” Hawkeye shouted with anger. “You'll find out soon enough, Barton” Ross replied, slightly eager to put the archer in his prized tickle chair. But before he could order Clint to be escorted to the back, a loud jolt to the Raft shifted the general’s attention. “Rogers….”
Ant-Man looked up to realize Cap had come to them instead of the other way around and that his torture had been for nothing. “Oh, come on!”
