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He had made such threats before, but Zeb really meant it this time: he was going to kill that damn droid!
Because of course, OF COURSE, he’d get captured whilst looking for that rusty bucket of bolts! The crew of the Ghost had been exploring a derelict Imperial Star Destroyer that had crashed long ago, to see if they could scavenge any useful technology or data that may have been left behind. They were working in pairs to cover more ground and for whatever reason, Zeb had been paired up with Chopper, his self-declared arch nemesis within the team. Neither were particularly pleased with this, and both had complained, but orders were orders so off they reluctantly went to explore their designated section of the ship.
Things had started off relatively well, primarily because both were ignoring each other and instead focusing on the task at hand. After a while however, something spooked the little astromech and he went zooming off into the darkness.
“Karabast!” Zeb exclaimed with annoyance as he rushed off after the mech, firstly to find him and then to berate him for wasting his valuable time. He really didn’t want to have to spend longer than was necessary with the droid after all. But as the lasat turned a corner and headed down another corridor, he felt a sharp prick in his neck. Reaching up, he pulled a dart out of his neck. He whirled around, looking for the assailant that attacked him with it, but it was only moments later before his vision blurred and darkness closed in as he lost consciousness.
Zeb didn’t know how much time had passed when he awakened, but several things were evident immediately. He had clearly been taken prisoner as he was bound to a metallic slab, cuffs around his wrists and ankles, with his arms stretched high above his head and his feet spread apart. He noted also that his shirt had been removed, revealing his furry, muscular torso. As he looked around and studied the room in which he was being held, he realised that whomever captured him was not the Empire. The technology was unfamiliar to him and quite unlike the sort of thing the Imperials used. Whilst this should have provided some comfort to the lasat, the unfamiliarity of this situation made him nervous. At least he knew what the Imperials were about and what they’d want with him, but this was something totally unknown and he had no idea what was in store for him.
“Alright Zeb, you can do this. Just gotta free your hands and then you can get out of here and show that rust bucket what for!” The lasat said as prepared himself, before he began to tug on his restraints. His muscles strained against the cuffs as he pulled with all his strength, determined to break free. He tried again and again, each time failing to make even a dent in the metal that bound him.
“Hrrrnnnnngg c’moooooon….gah! Karabast!” Zeb exclaimed as the cuffs refused to budge even an inch, he was well and truly stuck. His only hope now was to wait for his friends to come to his rescue, assuming they could even find him in the first place. He tried not to dwell on that thought though, instead focusing his mind on preparing for whatever his captors had in store for him, something he would soon find out. Zeb jumped as a masculine voice suddenly started calling out from a speaker hidden overhead, startling him.
“Subject name: Garazeb Orrelios.
Species: Lasat.
Sex: Male.
Height: 2.1 metres.
Weight: 115 kilograms.
Homeworld: Lasan.”
Zeb growled as the voice continued reading out statistics, very displeased with the fact his captors already possessed such intimate in-depth knowledge about him. Whether they knew all this information before he was captured, or if they had only acquired it all afterwards remained to be seen, but that was a problem to deal with another time. For now, the lasat had some words of his own for the mysterious voice.
“Hey you! Mystery voice! Who the heck are you? And just what do ya want with me?!” He spat angrily, glaring up at the ceiling with his teeth bared as he waited for a response. No response came however, only serving to make him even more pissed off.
“Don’t you ignore me, I know you can hear me! And I know you’re not with the Empire, so tell me who you are! If you’re gonna capture a guy, at least have the decency to tell him who managed it so he knows who’s butt to kick when he escapes!” Again he waited for a response, hoping that provoking them would encourage them to speak. And it seemingly worked, for the voice began to talk once again.
“Firstly, remove any delusions of escape Zeb. You shall be released only once I have concluded my research. Secondly, who I am is unimportant. All you need to know is that I am a researcher that studies exotic species. And you, my furred friend, are about as exotic as they come. I’ve been tracking you for some time, you have no idea how long I’ve sought an actual living, breathing lasat for my research! And now I finally have one! And now that I do, I do not intend to let you go until I have studied every facet of your biology. But not to worry, no harm shall befall you here, you have my word on that. Whatever that is worth.” The strange man’s word was actually worth very little to Zeb, and the mere mention of research only served to make him renew his efforts to break free of his restraints. There was NO way he was gonna let this freak experiment on him!
“Not gonna hurt me huh? Heh, yeah right! You said it yourself, you’re going to study every facet of my biology. What could that even entail other than cutting me open like some slab of meat!” Zeb growled as he continued to fight against the cuffs, remaining just as unsuccessful as before.
“Oh there are many ways to conduct my research, but there is one method I particularly enjoy. It makes for the most entertaining viewing! And who knows? I’m sure you yourself will get quite the laugh out of it!” His captor replied with a chuckle, a strange mirth present in his voice. It was clear that the man took a certain sense of glee in his work, something that did little to ease the lasat’s many concerns. Quite the opposite in fact, it only spurred him into fighting even harder against his bondage.
As he struggled, Zeb gasped when he felt something suddenly brush against his foot, his toes flinching slightly at the sensitive sensation. It happened again, this time on his other foot and he once again flinched at the feeling. A smile formed on his face, a few stray snickers even slipping out of his mouth as these little tickling touches continued brushing against his soles. Unbeknownst to him, and obscured from view by his large feet, four small robotic hands had emerged from the bottom of the metallic slab he was bound on, and had begun to slowly tickle their way across his feet. Their fingers explored his soles, wiggling up and down the arches and sliding against the toes, each touch making his feet flinch and wriggle around more and more as they attempted to escape from this ticklish teasing.
By now, Zeb was laughing quite heartily from the tickling. Despite how tough he was, Zeb had a secret. It wasn’t a secret he shared with anyone as it was actually a rather embarrassing weakness, one that he knew he’d never be able to live down. That secret was that he was a very, VERY ticklish lasat. The slightest touch on the right spot could have him grinning like an idiot! There were even numerous times in battle when he’d taken some hits that he had to fight with himself not to laugh at, because they’d hit him just right to tickle him like crazy. Yes it was a very annoying weakness indeed, and now that weakness was being exploited by some madman that had taken him prisoner. As far as he was concerned, things couldn’t get any worse.
“Cuhuhuhut it ohohohout!! Hehehehahahaha!! Stahahahap!! Nohohohot my feheheheet!!” Zeb said through howling laughter as those hands continued to tickle his feet relentlessly.
“Oh we’re just getting started, my lovely laughing lasat! Let’s up the ante, shall we?” The voice replied mischievously as Zeb gasped once more, this time feeling more hands starting to dig into his exposed armpits. Like his feet, his underarms were another particularly ticklish area, and the added feeling of little fingers poking around in the sensitive fuzz in addition to the foot tickling made him howl even louder, torrents of tormented laughter being forced out of him constantly with no end in sight. His limbs strained and struggled as they desperately fought against his bindings, trying as hard as they could to break free. Hell, he’d settle with even just a moment’s relief from the tickling at this point.
But it seems his captor wasn’t finished yet, as just moments after the hands started tickling his armpits, two more started raking their fingertips up and down his sides and wiggling their fingers across his furry belly. With all his most sensitive spots being tickled at once, Zeb was in complete hysterics. Tears trickled down his face as he laughed harder than he’d ever laughed in his life. Harder than he’d ever thought possible.
“OH KAHAHAHARABAHAHAST!! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH!! HEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” The lasat cried out loudly, begging the man to stop the tickling. It took a lot to make Garazeb Orrelios beg, so it showed just how broken he had already become from this seemingly unending tickle torture. Zeb had no way of stopping this and no way of escaping it. He was trapped, with no idea where his friends were, or if they even knew where HE was. But he hoped they knew and he hoped they were on their way because there was only so much of this he could handle, and he knew his limit would soon be reached. Of course, his captor had no intention of keeping him prisoner forever. He was merely a researcher after all, and all this was purely in the name of science. A few days should suffice, and then his newest subject would be off on his merry way, free once more. However, he fully intended to enjoy this whilst it lasted. He fully intended to enjoy this lasat’s ticklish laughter.
Woo that was a long one! But I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Anywho, here's a rare 'lee for ya! This is Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios from Star Wars Rebels. Just like seemingly most furry men I see these days, Zeb instantly became my favourite character and I just knew I had to give him the tickles! And so I commissioned Chaos Raccoon to make this for me. Was a long time in the making, but it was well worth the wait in the end. Hope you all like this one! Enjoy, take care and stay safe
Zeb belongs to Lucasfilm/Disney
Art by 
Chaos Raccoon
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Alien (Other)
Size 1150 x 1280px
File Size 210 kB
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