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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
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- 2
- 3
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Pain Without Limits

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Harley: Okay, new news. Rainbow Lizard’s reappeared. What with all the time he’s been gone it’s going to be a little tough to just start again, but the important thing is that he’s back and I’m sure something can be done with it.

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Chapter Two: Whore

It was two days later, and Barricade didn't feel any better about what Blackout had did. But he was working his way out of misery and heading for anger. So, he'd headed to his lab, and picked up the shock collar that he'd constructed.

The double-sided shock collar, with spikes on both the outside and the inside, had been created to torture Autobots. Not for interrogation – there were better ways to drag information out of somebody than with pain. Barricade himself knew most of them. The shock collar had other uses. It was especially useful for torturing mechs. And Barricade intended to use it on Blackout.

He hadn’t allowed himself to be alone with Blackout for the last two days. Maybe it was just his imagination, but whenever they’d been in a room together, even with other mechs there, the larger mech had been giving him nasty looks that made him feel sick to his Energon processing areas.

He hadn’t reported Blackout to anybody, either. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was afraid to. Not afraid of Blackout, no. He was afraid of what would happen if somebody, anybody at all, found out about his moment of weakness. He had to deal with this himself.

Barricade stared at the door to Blackout’s quarters. He didn’t knock, instead kicking it open and stepping in, looking around for the bladed mech. But Blackout didn’t seem to be in his room right now. Then Barricade heard a noise behind him, and started to turn. That was his first mistake, for the incoming punch slammed into his face and knocked him sideways into the opposite wall.

“Surprise, bitch!” Blackout sneered, as he watched Barricade stumble into the room, his attack suddenly reversed into an ambush, “I’m amazed that you’ve dared to approach me again,” the larger Decepticon leered, “You must want some really badly...”

“I warned you that I’d kill you for what you did!” Barricade rubbed his sore jaw, “And I’m stronger than I was when you jumped me two days ago!”

“Well, that can be fixed,” Blackout chuckled and cracked his knuckles with a truly horrible metallic pinging noise. His optics swept over Barricade, and brightened as he saw the scout holding the shock collar in one hand, “And you even brought me the right tools for the job. I never dreamed that you wanted more of what I gave you that much...” he mocked Barricade.

“I want nothing from you but your anguished screams for mercy!” Barricade snarled, “This is the tool I’m going to kill you slowly with, and you’re not getting your hands on it!” He bunched up his fists and prepared to leap at Blackout, intending to knock him down to the floor and force the chock collar onto him.

Blackout laughed at this defiant declaration, “So the little whore likes playing games, does he?” he smirked, standing in front of the doorway and blocking any escape, “By all means, take your best shot!” he challenged his would-be-attacker.

“I AM NOT A WHORE!” Barricade screamed, and threw himself at Blackout to knock him to the floor. But he now lacked the element of surprise, and while he made the larger Decepticon wobble slightly, he wasn’t heavy enough to make Blackout fall. All the same, Barricade reached for Blackout’s neck, the collar held in both hands, ready to lock around his neck.

Reacting fast, Blackout grabbed Barricade’s wrists, his twisted grin widening as he began to overpower the smaller mech, bending his arms back inch by terrifying inch, forcing the shock collar towards the neck of its creator.

Barricade gasped, horrified, and dropped the collar to the floor, now trying to twist his hands free of Blackout’s denting grip, “I will kill you for what you did!” he snarled at the larger Decepticon.

“You enjoyed being my slave!” Blackout replied, and kicked Barricade in the crotch with a massive foot, “You were a worthless slut!” he released the scout, who dropped, whimpering in pain, to the floor, “And very soon, a slut and a slave is all you’re going to be!”

Curling up on the floor and clutching his sore crotch with one hand, Barricade saw the shock collar lying on the floor, just a few feet away, and reached for it.

But before he could pick it up, Blackout’s foot came down on his hand, almost crushing it, “Nice try, but that little toy belongs to me now,” he gloated, casually reaching down to take the collar himself.

Barricade got to his knees, and tried to pull his hand out from under Blackout’s foot, but he couldn’t do it, “Get your foot off my hand!” he shouted, “And I made that! It belongs to me!”

“Then wear it!” Blackout mocked Barricade again, bending down and locking the shock collar around his neck, the spikes digging into his sensitive metal, “Well, what do you know?” he leered, “Slavery is a good look for you.”

“Shut the frag up! I won’t let you use this thing on me!” Barricade snarled, still trying to pull his hand free, “And I’ll get it off soon enough, and then you’d better watch out!”

“No, I think you’re smarter than that,” Blackout sneered at the kneeling Decepticon, “I think if it was that simple to get it off, you’d have taken it off already.” He moved his left foot, and stepped on the hand holding the remote to the shock collar.

The shock collar activated as Barricade’s grip on the remote tightened, and a sudden, agonising shock pulsed through his body. He screamed, and his body gave a violent spasm. Blackout stepped off his hand, and Barricade threw the remote across the room, still convulsing on the floor in pain.

Blackout reacted quickly, snatching up the remote control. The triumphant Decepticon turned back to Barricade again, looking down at the shaking mech on the floor, and gave a mocking cackle of laughter, “What are you going to do now, whore?” he asked, holding up the remote for the smaller mech to see.

Still shaking, Barricade looked up at the remote in Blackout’s hand, and started to stand, “Don’t you dare-“ he started.

“What? Do this?” Blackout pressed down on the large red button on the controller, curious to see if it would have the desired effect.

“SHIT!” Barricade screamed again, crumpling to his knees and clawing at the collar desperately, “TURN IT OFF BLACKOUT YOU FRAGGING BASTARD!!!”

Blackout just giggled like a sparkling who had just found an enormous stash of sweet Energon, and pressed the button several times rapidly, watching gleefully as Barricade convulsed on the floor, the massive electric current arching through him.

“FOR FRAGGING INFERNO’S SAKE!” Barricade writhed and kicked as he tried to pull off the collar, before slamming his head against the floor, “STOP IT NOW!!!” he begged.

“Oh, stop whining, you little wimp,” Blackout sneered, finally relenting and releasing his finger from the button.

Shaking, Barricade looked up at Blackout, still clutching at the collar around his neck, “Surely... you’re not going to just stand there... pressing that button?” he asked, glaring at the bladed mech hatefully.

Blackout smirked cruelly, “Well, that definitely sounds like fun,” he admitted softly, his finger stroking the button again, “But it would be even more fun... if you were to bow down to me willingly. I wouldn’t need to press this button then.”

Barricade staggered to his feet, his strength returning to him slowly as the effects of the collar wore off again, “Like frag am I bowing down to you, Blackout!” he snarled, “I’d rather... I’d rather bow down to Starscream! At least he’s ranked above me!”

“Ah. Wrong answer!” Blackout snarled gleefully at the smaller robot, before pushing the button again and sending jolts of electricity through him.

Barricade staggered backwards into the wall, and slumped to the floor again, screaming as the electric current shot through him, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” he screamed at the larger Decepticon, “IT’S MY STUFF! TAKE IT OFF AND GIVE IT BACK!”

“Maybe if I turn up the juice, it’ll fry your damn voicebox,” Blackout commented, then turned a dial on the controller.

Barricade screamed even louder as the pain increased, “PLEASE STOP!” he begged, “I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING AT ALL!”

“Oooh, anything?” Blackout leered cruelly, playing with the dial, twisting it one way, then the other.

“Except... that...” Barricade panted, still clutching at the collar.

“I think you will,” Blackout replied, turning up the voltage again, “Now, get down on your knees... and start licking, whore.”

“No... no, no, no...” Barricade moaned.

“Good, I was hoping to hear you scream some more...” Blackout slammed a finger on the button, and Barricade screamed again.

“I’LL DO IT! I’LL DO IT!” he screamed desperately, crawling forward, “STOP! I’LL DO IT!” Blackout released the button, and Barricade knelt down and started to lick at the larger mech’s bare crotch, shuddering at the taste of fumes, soot and lubricant, “You’re disgusting,” he hissed, before continuing.

“Maybe so... maybe so...” Blackout spoke with a wicked chuckle, “But I’m the one holding the remote for the collar, and you’re the one on your knees like a cheap Iacon whore.”

“I am NOT your WHORE!” Barricade screamed, furious. He staggered to his feet again and stepped towards Blackout, still shaking from the shocks, “Give me that remote!” he yelled, grabbing hold of Blackout’s wrists and trying to pull the remote away from him.

“You’re a whore AND a slave!” Blackout shouted, punching Barricade in the face hard, “And you’re weak too!”

“I am NOT weak! And I am NOT a slave!” Barricade screamed, still trying to overpower Blackout, “Only Autobot scum become slaves!”

But it wasn't difficult to overpower Barricade. Apart from being weaker and smaller than Blackout, he was still shaking slightly from a combination of the shocks, and the anger. Blackout threw him off and into the opposite wall.

"You got some spark in you still, I see!" Blackout called out, getting back to his feet, "That only makes this more fun for me!"

"Don't tell me... you're going to do that again?!" Barricade asked, a look of terror merging with the rage on his face. He tried to stand again, slowly and painfully.

"That's the idea,” Blackout told Barricade smoothly, "The difference is that this time you're playing along."

"You must be joking!" Barricade snarled, "I wouldn't touch you to stab you! So wipe that fat smirk off your ugly face and let me the frag go!"

Blackout's response was to send a nasty jolt of electricity into his thoroughly unlucky victim. "You might want to reconsider that position."

Barricade had little choice but to return to the floor, convulsing in agony, "I... I... I'll..." he gritted his teeth, feeling thoroughly worthless for giving in as the electricity rampaged through him, "I'll... I'll do it! I'LL DO IT! YOU BASTARD I'LL DO IT!"

Blackout smiled. "Good. You can start by taking off those panels. Slowly,” the larger mech ordered him with a chuckle.

As the shock ended, Barricade looked down at his own private panels, "You mean... as if I want to?" he asked, his face twisting up in anger, "You know something Blackout? You're sicker than Bonecrusher, because yours is the kind of sickness that doesn't show!"

Blackout just growled and punched the button that sent yet another jolt through Barricade's body. "You're not a very fast learner,” he complained, "But you'll get the point eventually. Or else."

Barricade was starting to get the point. The problem was that he knew what would happen next. Giving up was all very well, if it got you what you wanted, but in this situation all that was likely to happen was that he ended up screaming more. With this collar around his neck, Blackout controlled him. Feeling worse and worse, Barricade started to loosen his crotch armour.

Blackout stood there and watched as Barricade proceeded, his optics hungry for more, "Keep going,” he said, encouraging the smaller mech.

His hands shaking, Barricade began to remove the armour around his shoulders, then his chassis, "You're disgusting," he growled, watching as his armour fell to the floor. It wasn't entirely clear whether this comment was directed at Blackout, or at himself right now.

"Actually, I'd say I'm rather handsome,” Blackout replied, deflecting the insult in the most frustrating way he could.

Barricade ignored him, and completed undressing by removing the armour on his legs. His internal functions were by now twisting up in a combination of rage and terror, "Now what?" he asked Blackout, his voice rasping more than slightly.

"Now turn around and bend over,” Blackout spoke sharply to his victim in this mess, malevolence in his glowing optics. Barricade didn't get his lesson the first time, but this time, he was going to make sure it stuck.

Barricade reluctantly turned his back on Blackout, and shaking even more violently, bent forward over the metal desk in Blackout's recharge room, "You make me feel sick," he stated, before gritting his teeth and digging his claws into the table.

A metal hand struck Barricade hard on his rear end. "Then I'm doing a good job,” Blackout growled before shoving Barricade forward, pressing him down roughly against the desk.

Barricade yelped sharply at the slap. He could feel the terror and the rage combining now, "Don't do this," he pleaded, his voice a whisper, "We're both Decepticons... it doesn't need to happen this way... we're the same rank... you can't... shouldn't... don't need to..."

"Shut up and moan,” Blackout growled into Barricade's audio sensors as he thrust himself forward, entangling their systems with a snap and jolt of energy.

Barricade didn't moan, but cried out again - Blackout's thrust forward was such that it was actually painful for him. Panting briefly, he could feel Blackout digging his claws into his bare, naked shoulders, and after a few more savage thrusts, he was both crying out and moaning alternately.

Blackout enjoyed that sound, and he enjoyed what he was doing to Barricade... not because it was pleasurable, of course. He just enjoyed humiliating the scout. He figured that the little upstart needed to be taken down a peg, reminded how the Decepticon hierarchy really operated. In a way, he figured he was doing the science officer a favour. In another, it was just damn satisfying.

Barricade briefly tried to struggle out from under Blackout, but failed, and gave another howl of pain, clawing at the desk he'd been bent over. If he'd been human, he would have been sweating. As it was, he was biting down on his lip with the effort of not screaming. Even spreading his legs as wide as they'd go had very little effect, owing to Blackout's size.

Blackout could see the struggle Barricade was putting up to not scream, and for the hell of it, he was indulging in the effort. It was amusing to watch his unfortunate partner trying to deny what he was actually feeling, being thrust against and pounded against the desk. Blackout broke his concentration, however, thrusting harder and rougher against the scout, chuckling against his cheek.

By now, Barricade was convinced that Blackout was trying to kill him. At least, it felt that painful. And if he spoke, he just knew that he'd scream. With Blackout now chuckling in his audio circuits, he finally managed to straighten up and gasp out, "Blackout! You know! This hurts! Stop! Please stop!"

"I'll stop when I'm ready to stop!" Blackout grunted, pounding into the smaller robot without the slightest concern for his welfare. If anything, the begging cries only drove him on further.

By now, Energon was trickling out of Barricade's lip, he'd bitten down on it so hard. Still crying out, he pressed his helm against the desk, "I'll do... most anything you want! Just stop!" he pleaded.

"This is what I want right now, you idiot, so grin and bear it!" Blackout snarled, biting down on Barricade's bare shoulder as one of his hands fondled the smaller robot unpleasantly.

Barricade began to moan louder than before as Blackout's groping hands began to investigate his body, "I hate this!" he snarled, "I hate you! I hate everything! Primus! I sound like Bonecrusher!"

"That's an improvement!" Blackout spat out, gripping Barricade's back and clawing horribly painfully at the smaller robot, carving out a reminder to the scout what happened when he crossed Blackout.

Barricade screamed out again as Blackout's claws dug into his back, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?!" he howled at the huge mech. He could feel the Energon bleeding out of deep cuts in his back.

"Hurting you, you dumb slag,” Blackout explained needlessly, reaching over to smash Barricade's head hard into the table. Hissing and grunting in pleasure, Blackout turned the fierce rape up a notch, nearing the end of this particular torment.

Barricade squeezed his optics shut. It was still better than crying, "I... I will kill you!" he shouted, no longer capable of standing without Blackout's hands holding him in place. Considering that the reason he was being fucked right now was because he'd tried to kill Blackout for last time, this wasn't that much of a threat.

"Again? You should take up a new hobby..." Blackout joked, but he swiftly shut up to finish this little horror he was unleashing, his spark fizzling and swapping data with the unfortunate Decepticon scout, forcing him to endure all of Blackout's enjoyment as well as his own misery.

Barricade felt it coming, and it was worse than the pain. The feeling of enjoying what was happening, of feeling all the pleasure that Blackout was getting from humiliating him, all of it creating a horrible cocktail with the hate and anger and anguish that he felt right now, mixing with the dreadful pleasure. As the feeling became stronger, and he was horrified to find that he was actually feeling aroused, he threw up on the table, and it got smeared all over his chassis and face.

Blackout, disgusted by the display and done with his part, anyway, stood up, grabbed Barricade, and threw him to the floor. "I trust we have an understanding now,” he told the smaller mech menacingly.

Currently humiliated and in agony, Barricade didn't answer him. He was too busy trying to get his legs to support him right now, and wiping some of the mess off his front.

"Now get the frag out of my room,” Blackout growled, giving Barricade a nasty kick in the midriff while thinking about the mess he was going to have to clean up.

Barricade managed to stagger to his feet, gather up his armour, and limp out of Blackout’s room. Seeing his face on the way out, Blackout couldn't help smile, and wonder just how much less of a fight he'd put up next time.

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Harley: Read and review. Next chapter will involve a fifty year skip forward, and provided nothing ugly happens, like Heous vanishing, we’ll start with things he’s written too.
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