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Pain Without Limits	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Slut
- 2-Whore
- 3-Survivor
- 4-Pet
- 5-Toy
- 6-Victim
- 7-Nutcase
- 8-Happy Happy Joy Joy
- 9-Still Not Right
- 1
- 2
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Pain Without Limits

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: Now, since that Anonymous prick vandalised the old one of this, and Rainbow Lizard has vanished, I am so totally sick of trying to find somebody who will help me rewrite this fanfic. But if there’s one thing I can do, it’s write rape and torture, all by myself. I’m restarting it. Only it’s not going to be all that different. A few edits to characters like Bumblebee because I play him different to how Rainbow Lizard played him – not so damn G1 wimpy for a start. But the fic’s the same, and if there’s one thing you’re going to see... it’ll be Barricade getting pregnant and rolling around like an elephant giving birth.

But if there’s something you’re not going to see, it’s going to be Bumblebee and Barricade making out by what was it before? Chapter four? It’s definitely going to take longer than that this time.

Remember, I’m doing this for the people who like robotic MPreg. It starts the same, but swings gradually further away as I pass the chapters I kept and have to totally rewrite.

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Chapter One: Slut

50 years ago, in space, something happened. Now 50 years can be a lifetime for a human. For a Cybertronian, it’s almost nothing at all. But if the wrong things happen, it can seem like forever. It can seem like longer than forever.

The Nemesis was the epitome of Decepticon science. It was sleek, intimidating, and enormous. The mechanisms within would have terrified any human alive, and most yet to be born. Currently though, most of them were in recharge. Only two were active at the moment.

The first, Barricade, was busy working in his lab. After the recent battle with the accursed Autobots, certain parts of almost everybody needed repairing, and he was also having to improve certain parts of the tracking systems. It was hard to define time in space, and Cybertronians defined it differently anyway, but Barricade had spent almost a solid week working now, and he was almost exhausted.

Almost, almost. He had spent days working on his latest little revelation and wasn't showing many signs of slowing. Still he worked on, diligent as ever; he was a skilled hand in the Decepticon laboratories. Whether it was forensic science or engineering or otherwise, he could pretty much always be counted on to work to the best of his ability. He was like a miracle maker in that he could do just about anything in those labs.

It came with the self-sufficiency that his job usually required from him. However, there was another awake aboard the large starship, the first to be repaired after the disastrous battle with their Autobot adversaries. Blackout, he was known as, a considerably larger infiltration/search-and-destroy unit that was making his way towards the lab on the ship, having little else to do while all the others were powered down.

Barricade stared at a screwdriver, before putting it down. Sure, just about everybody needed repairing, but the systems of the Nemesis came first. And just like Decepticons, it was all about rank. If Barricade hadn't been a complete and total bastard, he might have thought it was somewhat unfair. As it was, he concentrated on the damaged systems.

Blackout quietly entered the lab... or at least, as quietly as a 30 foot tall robot could be. He looked over Barricade's shoulder at the scout's diligent work, grunting softly, "How goes the work on our ship?" he asked, "I trust we aren't in danger of exploding anymore?"

"Not anymore, no," Barricade replied, his back still turned on Blackout. He continued to work for several minutes, before speaking again, "What is it you want now, Blackout?"

“Oh, not much, not much...” Blackout’s red optics roved over Barricade’s smaller body. Now that was an opportunity... “I’m just bored.”

“Well go and be bored somewhere else,” Barricade replied, “Stop wasting yours and my time hanging over my shoulder.”

“Better change that tone, Barricade,” Blackout smirked and put a large, heavy hand on Barricade’s shoulder. He leant forward, his mouth very close to Barricade’s audio dials, “You don’t want to get into trouble, do you?” he asked.

“Get into trouble?” Barricade sneered, pulling away from Blackout’s hand, “I’m the only one in this room who’s actually doing any work! And besides, the last time I checked, your rank is the same as mine, so I’ll talk to you in whatever tone I please, Blackout.”

Blackout started to glare, “You’re really pushing it, Barricade,” he growled at the endlessly fractious Decepticon, “I am doing work. I’m checking that you’re not taking advantage of our crew’s less-than-optimum condition.”

“Are you suggesting that I’m disloyal, Blackout?” Barricade turned back around, “What do you think you’re going to find in here? Some sort of shiny new Anti-Starscream device?”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t considered it!” Blackout snarled, pushing forward, “Starscream is disloyal and arrogant and foolish! You can’t stand him!”

“Look who’s talking!” Barricade said mockingly, leaning away from Blackout, “You took on Starscream in a bid for promotion a matter of weeks ago – and got your aft handed to you!” he smirked, “Besides, at least with Starscream in charge we have some chance of locating Megatron and the AllSpark. I suppose you still think you’d be better at finding them.”

“Don’t be a glitch, Barricade!” Blackout growled back at him, “The only thing Starscream cares about is his own power. He doesn’t give a frag about the AllSpark OR Megatron!” The bladed Decepticon towered over Barricade, glaring down at the scout and science officer threateningly.

“Gosh, I never noticed!” Barricade sneered, “Thanks for pointing it out to me, Blackout! But though I may be too stupid to notice that Starscream is a treacherous jerkwad, I am not so stupid as to not realise who you have in mind for our NEXT Second-In-Command!”

Blackout did indeed intend at some point in the future to take Starscream’s place, but the fact that Barricade had noticed it both disturbed and annoyed him, “Oh, do you have a problem with me leading this unit?” he asked.

“You couldn’t lead a petro-rabbit to its own microchips!” Barricade retorted rudely, before he turned his back on Blackout again, “Now get the frag out of my work-lab, Blackout!”

This final insult caused Blackout’s frustration to come to an inevitable boil. He had been forced to travel from battle to battle in an attempt to locate their long-lost leader and the source of life for their planet, but here he was, still searching, stuck with an insolent little scout like Barricade. It was more than he could bear.

Blackout grabbed Barricade and slammed his back up against the metal wall, knocking over the metal table he had been working at, and scattering the tools all over the floor, “Slag your stinking little workshop!” he bellowed, lifting Barricade up until their optics were at the same level.

“What the frag do you think you’re doing to my lab?!” Barricade shouted, kicking and punching at the much larger Decepticon, “Put me down!”

“Slag your lab, and slag you, runt!” Blackout shouted back, slamming Barricade against the wall a couple more times, “You’re going to show me the respect I deserve for once, one way or another!”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Bumblebee didn’t plan on taking this sort of treatment from anybody, even if they were much larger than he was, “Start giving you the respect you deserve?! As long as we’re at the same rank, I don’t have to give you any damn respect! Now put me down and get the frag out of my workroom, right now!”

“The same rank?” Blackout sneered and dropped Barricade to the floor, “I’m glad you’re so insistent about that. Because I won’t get into any trouble for this!” He delivered his response with a massive steel backhand to Barricade’s face.

Barricade’s head snapped to one side and he gasped as his face was dented, “Well if you’re going to do that, don’t forget that I can hit you back!” he snapped, punching his ‘comrade’ in the jaw. Unfortunately, the scout wasn’t just smaller than Blackout; several days of working without recharge had left him weaker than usual.

The blow knocked Blackout’s head back, but it didn’t damage him. Indeed, all it seemed to do was make him angrier. Glaring down at the Decepticon scout, he picked him up again with both hands, and slammed him onto the sturdy med-lab table, “That was a big mistake, Barricade!” he shouted down at the mech.

“What do you think you’re DOING?!” Barricade raged up at Blackout, “Let go of me!” he yelled, trying to fight his way free of the trooper’s heavy grip.

“You don’t get it, Barricade!” Blackout sneered, holding him down, “I’m bigger than you, stronger than you! You are powerless beneath me! If I choose, I can end your life! You belong to me!” One hand pressed down on Barricade’s chassis, holding him down to the table, and the other began to move roughly over the mech’s crotch.

“What in the pit do you think you’re DOING?!” Barricade almost screamed as Blackout began to poke and prod at him, easing his fingers under the heavy plating that protected Barricade’s crotch, “Get your greasy fingers out of there RIGHT NOW!”

“And if I say no?” Blackout continued to press his fingers against some highly sensitive circuitry, “What are you going to do about it, runt?” he asked the other mech. A grin spread over his face as he began to feel his power over the smaller mech, “You are mine,” he hissed.

By now, Barricade was starting to feel frightened. Blackout wasn’t letting go of him, and he wouldn’t stop touching him. He yelped as Blackout flipped a couple of deeply private catches, things that had only been touched when he was alone and inordinately bored. He struggled wildly as he felt his crotch-plating being removed, and Blackout rummaging between his thighs, “STOP THAT!” he screamed.

“No,” Blackout leered, “I think you’re enjoying this too, Barricade,” his fingers stroked the sensitive area lightly, and he grinned as Barricade whimpered and moaned softly, “My, what a slut you’re turning out to be, Barricade,” he chuckled.

Barricade gritted his teeth, stifling the moans that wanted badly to escape, “I... I’ll report you!” he cried out, “I’ll report you to Starscream for this! Let go of me!”

Blackout laughed at the very idea of it, “No, you won’t,” he smirked maliciously, “Because then... I wouldn’t do it again... and you’re enjoying this far too much for me to just stop...” He squeezed Barricade’s thighs and chuckled again. No, that was not the reason Barricade wouldn’t report it. If this got out to the other Decepticons, they both knew what would happen. For Barricade, it would be like bleeding Energon in Sharkticon-infested water.

“I want you to STOP!” Barricade shouted, “Stop now!” he yelled. What Barricade was doing was in a horrible, dirty way, arousing him. Barricade began struggling harder.

“No, I think you want more...” Blackout moved even closer to the pinned mech, rubbing his cheek against that of the scout’s. Then he pressed his lips against Barricade’s, rubbing gently. Oh, yes, this was quite the opportunity. After spending so long in space with nothing to do but work or fight, he welcomed such an attractive distraction as Barricade.

“NO!” Barricade turned his face away from Blackout’s angrily, breaking the kiss, “I hate what you’re doing! I hate you too!” He tried to pull away from Blackout, but being pinned down to a metal table, there was nowhere to pull away to.

“Oh, I think you’re just... playing games with me,” Blackout rumbled, gripping Barricade’s jaw in one hand, turning him back to face him, “Struggle all you like, Barricade,” he hissed, “It makes it more fun for me... and more painful for you...”

“You disgusting pile of scrap!” Barricade shouted, then gasped as Blackout took advantage of this and kissed him again, much harder than before. He let out a malicious, throaty chuckle as he pushed his tongue into Barricade’s mouth, and started to climb on top of the still-resisting mech.

Barricade gasped and writhed, hating every moment of this, but coming to realise what Blackout had in mind, and that the trooper wasn’t going to stop. His only chance was if he could break free of the grip.

But that grip was increasing, moving, pressing and stroking and rubbing. Barricade began to moan into Barricade’s mouth as the touch invaded sensitive areas. He yelped as Blackout pinched a sensitive wire between fingers, both pleasured and disgusted by it. Twisting his head from side to side, he managed to break the humiliating kiss, “I’ll kill you for this!” he shouted.

“What, right now?” Blackout leered, rubbing his hips against those of Barricade as he started to unlatch the smaller mech’s chassis plating in order to get at more of his sensitive areas.

“Even if I have to do it in your recharge, I will kill you if you don’t stop!” Barricade screamed, suppressing the dreadful moans of pleasure the bladed mech was coaxing from him.

“Really?” Blackout laughed at Barricade’s threat, feeling his shudders of fear, and the impotent rage, “Well, bring it on baby... I’ll be waiting for you,” he hissed. Then he bit down on the smaller mech’s shoulder with his sharp teeth.

Barricade gasped in pain, then gritted his teeth as he felt Barricade’s invasive touch kneading sensitive metal, “Frag you, just STOP!” he shouted, as Blackout’s fingers opened up more plating, revealing more of his circuits, “WHY are you DOING THIS?!”

“Why?” Blackout leered, “Why not? How could I turn down the attentions of such an attractive, angry Decepticon?” he smirked, “Stop being such a whiny baby, Barricade. You sound like Starscream when you complain like that.” He continued to touch the Decepticon, refusing to respect his simple wish, and very soon, all of Barricade’s armour plating had been removed and discarded around the room, leaving him naked and vulnerable to the groping of the much stronger mech.

Barricade stared in horror as, still straddling him and holding him down, Blackout started to slip aside his own plating. But he was only removing his chassis and crotch armour, and Barricade was the one far more exposed.

“What a little tramp you are, Barricade,” Blackout leered down at the mech some more, “Moaning... Begging... Sending out all the signals...” He squeezed Barricade’s thighs again gently.

“I’m not... a slut,” Barricade moaned with the touch, “You’re... you’re... Disgusting!” Don’t cry, don’t beg, don’t plead, whatever you do, don’t leak oily tears onto that scumbag, whispered a little voice inside his head, If you cry, he’ll really win...

“Not a slut, eh?” Blackout looked down at Barricade. The scout’s poorly concealed fear and stimulation was not just amusing, it was arousing too, and his arousal was becoming more obvious against the trapped mech, as the bladed Decepticon trailed a claw down his body.

“Don’t...” Barricade moaned again, hating the sound of his voice at that moment, “Don’t... I’ll do almost anything else... but don’t make me... I don’t want to have to... I couldn’t bear it...” By now he was begging, and he hated it.

“You, Barricade, are in no position to cut a deal,” Blackout leered smugly, milking this last moment for all it was worth, “You’re worthless, and one way or another, I’m going to prove it...” With that, he raised his hips away from Barricade... then pushed his hard interface cables into the mech’s dry port, hard.

Barricade screamed in pain as the cables were forced into him, and Blackout started to thrust, “NO!” he cried out, “Stop! Don’t! Not this! I’ll... I’ll do anything! Anything at all! Just stop!” He could already feel Blackout’s spark so horribly close to his own that it made him want to vomit violently until there was nothing to throw up anymore, “I don’t want you!” he screamed, despising the pleading note to his voice almost as much as he despised Blackout now.

“But I want you, whore,” Blackout chuckled, still thrusting, “I want you to SUFFER!” he growled, pressing his chassis against Barricade’s, and beginning the merge of their sparks.

Barricade’s pain increased by another notch as the merge was forced into him, and he screamed almost with the pitch of Starscream, “I don’t want to suffer!” he cried out, “I don’t want you to do this! You’re crazy! Your hard drive must be fragmented! No normal mech would ever-“

Blackout slapped Barricade’s face, cutting him off, and continued the merge, still forcing his cables forward, “Shut up and take it!” he snapped, forcing his way past firewalls and swapping data with his unwilling partner, savouring the fear and anger and hate that Barricade felt right now.

Barricade screamed again as Blackout’s pleasure – his pleasure at Barricade’s pain – was transferred to him. It was a disgusting, horrific feeling, and the worst part was that it was not only increasing his terror, but it was also arousing him in a way he didn’t want to be aroused.

“Whore,” Blackout leered, feeling their sparks merging, and their code merging briefly, “I don’t care what you want...” he whispered, and then he slapped Barricade’s face again.

In a moment, Barricade knew he was going to cry, No, if you cry, if you show weakness, he’ll do it again... whispered the voice in his head. He could feel how Blackout felt, and how Blackout felt about feeling him feeling this much rage and terror, and it cycled endlessly, “STOP!” he begged, before he threw up partially processed Energon over Blackout’s chassis.

Blackout snarled at the mess, but continued, and finally he overloaded. Barricade didn’t overload with him, but he was heavily aroused, “You’re pathetic!” he growled, pulling out of the merge, and slamming his fist against Barricade’s face.

Barricade turned his face and spat oil out onto the floor, “If you... hadn’t been... so pathetic as to do this...” his voice shook, and his body trembled from the whole ordeal Blackout had just forced him through, “You’re sick...” he hissed.

Blackout was tired of discussing such things with Barricade. So his fists did the talking instead. A metallic clang filled the air as he struck Barricade’s face again. The chances were that he’d probably collapse all by himself, without the slightest assistance from Blackout.

Sneering disdainfully, Blackout got up off Barricade again, then threw the smaller machine down onto the floor, watching with pleasure as the smaller mech slumped.

Shuddering, Barricade managed to look up at Blackout, hatred in his optics, “So...” he managed, oil pouring from his mouth, “What do you plan to do to me now?”

Blackout smirked down at the anguished, tired robot, then brought his foot down hard on Barricade’s helm, “I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he chuckled cruelly, before turning away and leaving the med-lab the way he had come in.

Barricade shuddered in pain, drifting in and out of consciousness, currently unable to stand. But almost an hour later, he managed to drag himself to his feet, staggering around the med-lab to collect his scattered armour, before he stumbled into his adjoining room. It wasn’t enough to simply clip the armour back on – there was Energon and oil and lubricant from Blackout’s overload all over him. He threw his almost naked body face down on the metal slab that was his bed.

After a few minutes, he finally started to cry.

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Me: Basically the same story, but with a re-write. You’ll start noticing differences when we get to chapter three and Bumblebee comes in and isn’t so pathetic, or so desperate to get some fucking... but next chapter is another chapter of Blackout raping Barricade. Like before. Only better.

Oh, and this time around, Prowl will be coming in as less of a prick. I don’t remember if we got to him last time, but I did start the writing. So, read and review, and this time around you can make suggestions because I’m only seven chapters ahead instead of fifteen. See ya next week!
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