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Collections	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 19825 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Written for xSapphire-Catx over at DA. Wanted something with a pet/slave theme to it. Pairings include:
Starscream/Lockdown-2
Starscream/Lockdown/Sunstorm/Ramjet; Lockdown/Dirge; slight Thundercracker/Skywarp-1
Lockdown/Prowl/Optimus-1
Lockdown/Bumblebee/Prowl/Optimus-1

Title: New Pet
Pairing: Starscream/Lockdown
Rating: PG
Warnings: crack!pairing, slash
Summary: (AU) Lockdown is captured.
A/N: I read a wiki page about Dirge and decided to include him. A shame he was never used in the show. I don’t know what his color scheme is supposed to be, so I just made him green. Seemed to suit the emotion of greed well enough.

“Ungh…what?” Lockdown groaned.

“Good morning, bounty hunter,” a voice cackled.

Lockdown’s vision focused, and he found himself bound to a berth with Starscream and the seeker’s clones surrounding him. His helm ached, and he felt dizzy.

“H--How…” Lockdown gritted out.

“Did you get here?” Starscream finished. “That’s the last thing you should be worrying about.”

“Slag…ungh…why…am I here?” Lockdown snapped.

Starscream’s face darkened, and he grabbed Lockdown by the jaw, sharp fingers digging into the bounty hunter’s metal skin. “You hunted me. You tried to turn me over that scrapheap known as Megatron. You’re a threat that needs to be neutralized.” He laughed as Lockdown squirmed to escape his grip. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to scrap you. I have other plans for you.” He licked his lips and leered down at the bounty hunter. “After all, you’re not a complete eyesore on the optics.”

Lockdown snarled, “Frag off! I’m not a pet!”

“You are now,” Starscream snickered. “Welcome to your new life, slave. I’ve taken the liberty of removing all of your mods.”

Lockdown’s optics darted over his frame, tensing in horror when he found his hook was gone, replaced with a rundown yellow servo. He ran a scan, finding his chainsaw dismantled along with his other weapons. A green and gray clone sat in the corner with all his mods, shouting “mine!” when the yellow clone came too close.

“As you can see, your mods aren’t going to waste,” Starscream laughed. “The rest of your trophies have been sold or melted down. Fetched quite a hefty amount of credits.”

“You slaggin’ glitch!” Lockdown shouted in rage. “I’ll tear you apart!”

“Ha! I doubt it, slave,” Starscream taunted. He held up a black, spiked collar and brought it closer to Lockdown. “Here’s something to keep you compliant.”

“No! Slag off! Stop!” Lockdown shouted, thrashing wildly.

The white and red clone pinned Lockdown’s helm to the berth, keeping him still as Starscream snapped the collar on. Pulses emitted from the collar, draining the bounty hunter of energy. The cuffs around his wrists and ankles were removed. The group of seekers cruelly laughed as Lockdown tried to get up only to fall back down. He was helpless and at the mercy of the seekers.

Title: Locked Away
Pairing: Starscream/Lockdown/Sunstorm/Ramjet; Lockdown/Dirge; slight Thundercracker/Skywarp
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: abuse, crack!pairings, DP, non-con, oral, slash, sticky, violence
Summary: (AU: Follows New Pet drabble) The abuse begins, and there’s no end in sight.

Over the next two orbital cycles, Lockdown learned all of the seekers’ names, though it mattered little. He was ordered to address everyone as master and was taught a painful lesson, usually a servo across his faceplates if he didn’t comply, which was quite often. He wasn’t willing t be submissive to anyone, even after hours of being beaten and degraded. The only ones to leave him in peace were the femme clone and the cowardly clone.

Today was no different for the bounty hunter. Starscream was behind him, brutally slamming into his port, fingers scraping over his hips. Sunstorm positioned himself underneath Lockdown, jamming inside the bounty hunter alongside Starscream. Lockdown screamed in agony, gagging as Ramjet’s plug rammed down his throat.

“Ah! Oh, he feels so amazing!” Sunstorm moaned. “So gloriously tight and soft!”

“Ngh! He’s good enough…I suppose,” Starscream growled, thrusting hard.

“Oh…his mouth feels terrible!” Ramjet snarled, shoving his bonding shaft further down Lockdown’s throat.

Lockdown’s cheeks blazed red in rage and humiliation.

“He’s scary,” Skywarp whimpered, shivering violently.

“Humph…he’s ugly and unworthy of my touch,” Thundercracker grumbled. He grabbed the purple seeker’s servo, causing the cowardly mech to quail in terror. “Heh…even you’re more worthy than him…though that’s not saying much.”

Lockdown watched as Thundercracker dragged Skywarp from the room. To where, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. He was in unbearable pain, abused throat and port rubbed raw and leaking energon. Thankfully, the seekers could never last long and were soon overloading. Starscream gave Lockdown a violent to the abdomen before leaving alongside the other two seekers. The seekers exit never brought him any peace. It was at this time that Dirge snuck inside the room. The green and gray seeker preferred getting Lockdown alone, and he was just as violent and uncaring as his wing mates, slamming inside the bounty hunter, showing no concern for the agonized wails that followed.

“Mine! You’re mine!” Dirge snarled, biting at Lockdown’s shoulders, reaching around the bounty hunter’s hips to pump his plug. “You belong to me! No one else! Mine!”

Hours flew by and it was Starscream who eventually came in and dragged Dirge off of him. Lockdown was left alone in the dark room, body aching and covered in lubricant and energon. His processor raced with rage and embarrassment. He would get revenge on them somehow. Eventually, he passed out from exhaustion on the cold, steel floor, plotting even in his dreams.

Title: Crawl
Pairing: Starscream/Lockdown; some Lockdown/various clones
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: abuse, anal, crack!pairings, facial, non-con, oral, slash, spank, sticky, violence
Summary: (AU: Follows New Pet drabble) It never ends for the poor bounty hunter.

Lockdown clenched down on his dentals as he was knocked to his servos and knees, heels kicking at his aft. He shouted in pain as fingers jammed into his naked port, twisting and tearing at his wiring.

“Fraggers!” Lockdown spat out, cursing as a servo struck him hard across the cheek.

“Mind your manners, you worthless slave,” Thundercracker snapped.

Lockdown spat out energon, snarling as Starscream cackled in his direction. The hateful stare Lockdown gave him caused the seeker to laugh again.

“Crawl over here, pet,” Starscream cooed, extending his servo and beckoning to the bounty hunter. “Come. Now.”

Lockdown refused, fingers digging into the steel flooring. The tip of Ramjet’s pede suddenly jammed into his port, eliciting an agonized scream from the bounty hunter, forcing him to crawl forwards in a desperate attempt to alleviate the burning pain. Sunstorm chuckled darkly and swatted Lockdown’s aft as he crawled by. Dirge and Ramjet did the same, cruelly laughing as the bounty hunter’s cheeks grew beet red.

Starscream gave Lockdown a wicked grin, and he retracted his plating. “Put that mouth of yours to good work, pet.”

“Slag off!” Lockdown growled.

Bristling with rage, Starscream grabbed Lockdown by the chin. “My, my, still feisty I see. I’ll have to fix that.”

The seeker shoved Lockdown onto his side and rammed his plug down the bounty hunter’s throat. Dirge, Sunstorm, and Ramjet inched closer, moving toward the bounty hunter’s aft as Thundercracker and Skywarp watched on. Starscream bared his sharp dentals in a ferocious snarl at the approaching clones, causing the seekers to instantly back up.

“He’s mine right now!” Starscream shouted. “You can have him after I’m finished!”

Starscream pulled out of Lockdown’s mouth, fisting his length until he overloaded. Lockdown scowled and gagged in disgust as the seeker’s essence splattered over his face.

“I’m going to kill you,” Lockdown seethed.

“Doubtful, pet,” Starscream snickered.

Lockdown cursed in fury as the seeker maneuvered around to his aft, renewed arousal shoving into his unprepared port as the other seekers watched in amusement.

Title: Petbots
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl/Optimus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, D/s, facial, oral, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Lockdown plays with his pets.

Lockdown moaned in pleasure as Prowl and Optimus lapped his cable, extending his servo and hook to massage the two mechs’ helms. The bots mewled and nuzzled into the tender caress, taking turns swallowing down the bounty hunter’s pulsing length.

“Are we doing well, Master?” Optimus murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the leaking tip of Lockdown’s plug.

“Do you want more, Master?” Prowl moaned, pumping the base of Lockdown’s cable.

“Y--Yes…you’re both…doing so good,” Lockdown gritted out. “I want to overload.”

“As you wish, Master,” Optimus and Prowl stated in unison.

The two bots worked the twitching girth feverishly, grinning wide as Lockdown began to squirm and pant, pleasure creeping over his frame. He howled in bliss as he overloaded. The ninjabot and the Prime opened their mouths, glossas sliding out to catch the lubricant spurting from his twitching plug, some of which squirted onto their cheeks, lips, and chin. Intakes wheezing, Lockdown watched as the two bots embraced and kissed one another, lapping away the fluid that had collected on their faceplates. He motioned for them to rise, and the two mechs slid into the chair with him, resting on his lap as he wrapped his arms around them, servo and hook fondling their afts. Prowl and Optimus quickly retracted their pelvic panels, causing the bounty hunter to shudder as their plugs brushed over his thighs.

“Hmm…please Master…use your hook on me,” Prowl whined, nuzzling Lockdown’s jaw.

Lockdown leered at the dark ninjabot. “You want my hook inside your cute aft? Such a filthy, pretty pet.”

“Ah! Yes!” Prowl wailed, hips bucking as the tip of the bounty hunter’s hook slid inside him. “I’m filthy…so filthy…just for you, Master!”

Growling low, Lockdown slammed his lips over Prowl’s in a frenzied kiss, glossa dueling wildly. A dejected whine caught Lockdown’s attention, and he broke the kiss, grinning over at Optimus.

“Aw, what’s wrong there Precious?” Lockdown chuckled. “Do you feel left out?”

“Yes, Master,” Optimus whimpered. “Please…I want your fingers…Master…”

“So needy,” Lockdown snickered, thrusting three fingers into the Prime’s slick port.

The two bots screamed and thrashed, clawing at Lockdown as their circuitry began to overheat.

“So beautiful…my beautiful…lovely pets,” Lockdown moaned, kissing each bot. “Overload for me…and scream my name.”

Prowl and Optimus peaked, wailing out Lockdown’s name until they grew hoarse.

Title: New Addition
Pairing: Prowl/Bumblebee/Optimus/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, non-con, oral, slash, sticky, voyeur
Summary: (AU) A new pet gets broken in.

“No! Prowl! Optimus! Stop!” Bumblebee screeched, tearing at the collar around his neck as the two bots dragged him over to Lockdown. “Please, don’t do this!”

“Don’t worry, little Bee,” Optimus murmured, caressing the younger mech’s flushed cheek. “Master will not harm you.”

“Master will take good care of you,” Prowl chuckled.

Lockdown snickered, “Get the little cutie ready for me.”

Bumblebee cried out in shock as Prowl and Optimus attacked his neck with rough bites and kisses, servos rubbing up and down his trembling frame, groping his aft and groin. The intimate touches being forced on the yellow mech’s body caused him to squirm and moan. The collar attached to Bumblebee pulsed, sending out a current that forced his plating open, exposing him to lust filled optics. He cried out again when Prowl reached down to pump his bonding shaft, and Optimus’ fingers delved into his dripping port. His optics widened as he witnessed Lockdown’s plating opening up, erect plug jutting out, obviously aroused by the sight of him being molested. He was no virgin, but over three thousand stellar cycles had passed since his last interfacing, and Lockdown wasn’t exactly a small bot.

The bounty hunter noticed the fearful glint in the yellow mech’s optics, and he murmured, “Don’t look so scared, cutie. I’ll be gentle with you.” He winked at the younger mech. “I promise.”

“No! No! Please! No!” Bumblebee yelled, thrashing frantically as he was pulled over Lockdown’s lap. “Prowl! Optimus! Please! Help!” The yellow mech tensed as the bounty hunter’s plug rubbed over his opening. “No…no…you’re going to damage me…no…no…please…don’t…”

“Shh…cutie…I’ll take good care of you,” Lockdown cooed, glossa trailing over Bumblebee’s cheek. “Just relax for me.”

Cheeks flaming red, Bumblebee was on the verge of hyperventilating, processor racing in a panic, oily tears blurring his vision. Surprisingly, Lockdown stilled his hips, nuzzling the smaller mech’s neck, murmuring softly into his audio. Prowl and Optimus nestled in beside Lockdown, kissing Bumblebee’s heaving chassis, stroking the younger mech’s quivering thighs.

“Gaahh!” Bumblebee screamed as the head of Lockdown’s cable suddenly breached him. “Hurts! Hurts! Too big! No more!”

“Little Bee,” Optimus murmured, placing a tender kiss on Bumblebee’s lips, “relax…relax…”

Prowl nipped Bumblebee’s shoulder, pumping his plug. “The pain will pass. Master will make you feel so good.”

“No…ngh…ah!” Bumblebee sobbed, servos clutching at the two mechs next to him as Lockdown slipped in deeper. “Too big…too big…I don’t want this…too big…”

Lockdown waited until Bumblebee’s sobs dulled down to soft whimpers before gently easing out and thrusting back in. Bumblebee arched against the bounty hunter, this time screaming in pleasure as a small clutch of wires within him were stimulated, sending out sparks of pleasure through his circuitry. His blissful cries were drowned out by Prowl’s and Optimus’ mouths descending over his own in a passionate kiss. The bounty hunter groaned from the erotic display and the tight, silky heat swallowing up his length. He reached around and knocked Prowl’s servo away from Bumblebee’s cable, encircling the girth with his own.

“I want to see you overload, cutie,” Lockdown growled, fisting the yellow mech’s plug. “You’re so slaggin’ hot. Overload for your Master.”

When Lockdown’s thumb swiped over the sensitive slit of his bonding shaft, Bumblebee’s entire frame seized up, and he screamed out his release, shame intermingling with the feelings of bliss. Riding out the aftershocks, Bumblebee slumped against Lockdown, hissing as the older mech overloaded, flooding his port with lubricant, whimpering as the three mechs continued to kiss and fondle him.

Lockdown was feeling ecstatic. The new addition to his collection had turned out better than he could have imagined.
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