Star-Lord

The mixtape that Peter Quill had loved so long had now lost its lustre as, one-by-one, the tracks had been used as background music for his degradation, humiliation and torment. Now the start of each track just filled him with anxiety, not knowing what Gamora and Nebula had dreamed up for him next.

At least it meant a respite from the cries of his teammates. The continuous wailing of "I am Groot!", the inhuman yells of Rocket as the sister took him back to his youth, the screams of Drax the Destroyed. Now Star-Lord would be adding to that cacophony.

As Hooked on a Feeling began to play, and his suspended body, hooked from the ceiling, writhed, Mantis walked in, giggling. She climbed onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands running over his face, feeling his fear, ready to feel his pain, so she could tell those sadistic sisters how successful they were being.

She writhed against him, his erection getting fuller and fuller, all the better for when he was broken. As she did so, she heard the stilettos of one of the mistresses getting closer.