From the time she pushed the legendary pokemon from the aircraft, the blue-haired girl knew that she was in for it. Not even a minute after she had done this, both men from the Rocket Gang were in the cargo hold, extremely angry with her. They had broken her phone, nearly killed her pokemon, and tied her wrists beind her back. Four coils of rope were thrown around her chest to prevent her arms from moving even an inch. It was practical, and highly uncomfortable; these men knew what they were doing when it came to ropes.

"What shall we do with her, Buson?" The silver-haired man with a feminine face said.

"I say we have some fun with 'er Basshou." Marina, the girl in question, had a million possiblities of what "fun" could mean running through her head, and none of them were pleasant. A nod from the more civilized Rocket sealed her fate. Buson, with his blond hair, tan skin, and huge muscles, grabbed the female trainer around her waist and sat her in a corner of the cargo hold. Basshou, not wanting to get his hands dirty too soon, chose to let his partner have the "fun." He sat on Marina's lap (making the girl even more uncomfortable) and took hold of the girl's ankles. His elbows ever so lightly prevented Marina from gaining leverage enough to break free.

"Don't worry Missie, we're not gonna do anything too rough to ya." Buson said as he removed her shoes and socks. The blue-haired trainer now realized what she was in for, and wished for nearly anything but this fate. She had attained a fair amount of tickling from her ghostly partner whenever she did something wrong after all.

"N-no! Not that anyt-thing but that I'm sorry!" Marina ran her sentences together, stuttering from fright. It wasn't going to change anyone's mind though as the burly man ran two fingers up her bare soles. The trainer clenched her muscles in her feet in a subconscious reaction to the sensation. Buson was pleased, but wanted a giggle. Making the intervals erratic, the man slid his index fingers up and down the poor girl's feet. She would only wiggle her feet though; the iron grip on her lower lip prevented any sound from escaping.

Getting annoyed, the blonde quickened his pace. A slight giggle was given as a reward, but that wasn't enough for him. He added his middle finger to the ticklish onslaught; Marina's dam on her laughter threatened to break. Small, quiet giggles began to stream out from her mouth. Buson threw in the rest of his fingers with a maddening pace, and this sent the girl over the edge.

"Hahaha. AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! Noooo, stop it stop it STOP IIIIIIIIT!!" She begged. Her Misdreavus' tickling always stopped when she started begging, but this didn't. The man just kept on, throwing her into an abysmal pit of sensation. There was pressure on her body where no pressure had ever been applied before, a feeling of helplessness that she had only felt once before, and the torturous sensations dancing all over her feet. Marina prayed that this would end soon.