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Title: Give and Take
Pairing: Lockdown/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack!pairing, mild anal play, non-con, oral
Summary: (AU: Follows Captured Drabble) Lockdown continues to torment Arcee.

“No! No! Please don’t!” Arcee wailed.

The femme had woken from recharge with Lockdown looming over her, spreading her legs apart. She kicked at the bounty hunter as he tried to position himself between her legs. Snarling, Lockdown grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard.

“Have you forgotten about our agreement?” Lockdown growled, scraping the metal of the berth beside her helm with his hook menacingly. “I still have Doc-bot strapped down. Maybe I need to tear him apart…”

“No! I’m sorry!” Arcee cried, ceasing her thrashing. “Please…I--I’ll cooperate. I--I’m just…frightened.”

“Aw, now why is that beautiful?” Lockdown chuckled darkly. He noticed the blush on her cheeks. “Wait…have you interfaced before?” Her optics became downcast. “Primus! Virgin metal!”

Arcee shivered under the intense, lustful stare. “Please…I’m untouched. Please…let me stay that way.”

Lockdown snorted, but he appeared to consider her plea. “All right, beautiful.” He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb over her plump lips. “Use that cute mouth of yours to suck me off, and your virtue will remain intact.”

Arcee’s optics brimmed with tears as Lockdown’s pelvic plating retracted, exposing his massive plug. Smirking wide, Lockdown laid on his back. Arcee trembled and leaned over the bounty hunter, hesitantly grasping his bonding shaft, eliciting a groan from the mech. Her touch was soft, delicate, and he shuddered as Arcee’s glossa touched the slit of his plug, lapping away a droplet of lubricant. The femme was surprised to find that the bounty hunter tasted sweet. Fighting the urge to purge her fueling tanks, Arcee swallowed as much of the bonding shaft as she could.

“Ah…that’s wonderful, beautiful,” Lockdown moaned. “So slaggin’ good.”

Arcee gasped as Lockdown suddenly grabbed her aft and pulled until her hips were positioned over his face. She screamed around the bounty hunter’s plug as his glossa slid into her still exposed port. Her screams turned to muffled sobs as his fingers probed her exhaust port, writhing from the mixture of pleasure and pain. The vibrations of the femme’s voice sent Lockdown over the edge, letting out a loud shout as pleasure overwhelmed him. Arcee choked as lubricant flooded her mouth, some of which dribbled down her chin.

“Oh…oh, sweet Primus, that was good,” Lockdown panted. “You deserve a reward.”

The femme cried out in panic as the tip of Lockdown’s hook entered her port, cautiously pumping in and out. “Please stop!”

“Easy, beautiful, I won’t harm you,” Lockdown snickered, placing a tender kiss on her aft. “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

A strong energy pulse emitted from the hook, coursing into Arcee’s circuitry, causing the femme to let out sharp wails of pleasure. After a few more pulses, Arcee overloaded and collapsed onto the bounty hunter, sobbing pitifully.

Title: Give and Take 2
Pairing: Lockdown/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack!pairing, mech/femme interfacing, non-con, oral
Summary: (AU) The torment now includes Ratchet.

“You rotten slagger!” Ratchet shouted, tugging violently at his binds. “Get your filthy servos off of her!”

Three orbital cycles had passed since Arcee’s and Ratchet’s capture. Taunting the medbot had become a sadistic pleasure for the bounty hunter. With Ratchet watching on, he groped and kissed Arcee, forced her legs apart and sucked her port until she was screaming in release, and even forced her to pleasure him. It was humiliating. Now, he had her bent over a berth, rubbing his plug over her port and exhaust.

“What’s wrong, Doc-bot?” Lockdown laughed. “Jealous you didn’t get her first?”

“Bastard glitch!” Ratchet yelled. “Leave her alone!”

Lockdown ignored Ratchet, leaning over Arcee to whisper in her audio. “Better relax, beautiful.”

Terror crept over Arcee’s processor. She knew what was coming, and she had to try and stop it. Flipping around, Arcee grabbed Lockdown’s face and slammed her lips over his mouth in a passionate kiss. The bounty hunter eagerly returned that passion, servo and hook wandering her trembling body.

When Arcee broke the kiss, she whimpered, “Not in front of him. Please, take me somewhere else.”

“Hmm…you sound so lovely when begging,” Lockdown murmured, “but this isn’t open for negotiation. Now, behave yourself and I’ll be gentle.”

Arcee let out a frightened cry as she was spread out on the berth with her legs pushed back to her chassis. Lockdown’s plug slowly pushed into her unprepared port. Excruciating pain shot through her body as her opening was filled by the bounty hunter’s massive girth.

“Ah! Ah! Please…it hurts!” Arcee wailed.

“Shh…it’ll get better, beautiful,” Lockdown cooed. “I’m going to make you scream in pleasure.”

“Fragger! You’ll rot in the Pit for this!” Ratchet shouted. “I’ll see to it.”

Lockdown sneered over at the medbot, “Oh shut it!”

The binds around Ratchet’s servos glowed and pulsed, sending out an energy wave that short-circuited his vocalizer.

Lockdown laughed at the infuriated glare Ratchet was giving him, and nuzzled his neck face into Arcee’s neck, nibbling on a tense cable. “You feel wonderful, beautiful. So tight and soft around me. I think I’m going to keep you.”

“Ngh! Hurts!” Arcee sobbed. “You’re too big! Please stop!”

Lockdown continued nibbling along her neck, remaining still and allowing her time to adjust. His servo and hook fondled her chest plates, causing her to squirm in pleasure as sensitive wires were tweaked. Arcee couldn’t contain a moan as the throbbing pain in her port dulled to a pleasant tingling.

“Hmm…see? You like it,” Lockdown chuckled. “Tell me how much you love having my plug in you.” He leaned in close to her audio. “Do it or I’ll make sure Doc-bot remains permanently silent.”

Arcee’s cheeks flamed in rage and embarrassment but she stammered out, “I--I love it.”

“Love what?” Lockdown growled.

“Your plug,” Arcee whimpered. “I…I love your plug…inside me.”

“Do you want me to pound my plug into you, beautiful?” Lockdown leered. “Want to shove it in deeper?”

Arcee bit her bottom lip and answered, “Y--Yes. Please, pound it into me. Ah! Ah! Deeper! Shove it deeper!”

Lockdown snarled into Arcee’s neck as he slammed into the femme, making her writhe and wail from the onslaught of pleasure. “Damn…your voice…is so…slaggin’ sexy. I want you to scream for me. Scream my name.”

“L--Lockdown!” Arcee sobbed, servos snagging the bounty hunter’s thrusting hips. “I--I--Ah! Oh, Primus, I’m going to explode! I--I can’t…I can’t…Primus!”

Lockdown grinned as he picked up the speed, brutally ramming into the tiny femme. “Slag, you’re gorgeous!” He frantically kissed the femme. “Want me to overload inside you? Want me claim you?”

Arcee wailed out, “Y--Yes! M--Make me yours, Lockdown! G--Give it to me!”

Oily streaks stained Arcee’s flushed cheeks as the pleasure in her mounted, sending her crashing into a violent overload. She screamed and bucked wildly beneath the bounty hunter, riding out the blissful spasms coursing through her body. Finally, she slumped onto the berth, letting out choked sobs as she he heard Lockdown shout and curse in release, filling her port with lubricant. Gently, he eased out and slid down Arcee’s body, stopping to lap her port clean. Lockdown spent over an hour cleaning her up, forcing her to endure three more overloads before he finally finished.

“Oh, I’m definitely keeping you around, beautiful,” Lockdown panted, raining rough kisses over Arcee’s face.

Arcee gazed over at Ratchet, finding the medbot thrashing against his binds in a furry. She mouthed out the words “I’m sorry” and he smiled sadly, mouthing out “Don’t be”.

A/N: Written for prowlieandjazz. These two drabbles are mixed with HET and SLASH. You’ve been warned. I wasn't originally going to include the slash one, but it ties in with the drabbles.

Title: Breaking in the Medbot
Pairing: Lockdown/Ratchet; mentioned Lockdown/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, mild violence, non-con, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU: Follows Beautiful Prey drabble) Lockdown decides to spend some quality time with Ratchet.

“Where’s Arcee?!” Ratchet yelled, thrashing against his binds.

Lockdown loomed over the medbot, grinning wickedly. “Some place safe and comfortable. I thought it would be nice if you and I spent some alone time together.”

Ratchet tensed as the bounty hunter’s hook caressed his chassis. “You sick piece of slag! Don’t touch me!”

Lockdown laughed and dug his hook into a seam, eliciting a pained grunt from the medbot. “I’ll touch you whenever I want to.” His expression darkened as he cupped Ratchet’s groin. “And I’ll touch ‘wherever’ I want to.”

Snarling, Ratchet drew up a small amount of oil from his fueling tanks and spat it out onto Lockdown’s face. The bounty hunter stood still, expression eerily blank, for a few moments. Then, without warning, Lockdown slammed his servo across Ratchet’s face. The violent blow knocked Ratchet’s helm to the side, vision blurring and becoming disoriented from the sheer force of the strike. The metal along his cheek was dented and stung horribly.

“A real shame,” Lockdown sighed. “I guess I’ll have to go keep the femme company.”

“No!” Ratchet screamed. “Leave her be!” He gritted his dentals, knowing what Lockdown wanted from him. “I’m…I’m sorry….I’m sorry.”

“Are you now?” Lockdown snorted, face leaning in close to Ratchet. “Clean me up.”

Growling low, Ratchet lapped away the oil on Lockdown’s cheeks and lips. The bounty hunter moaned from the sensation of the medbot’s glossa, and he slammed his lips over Ratchet’s mouth. Ratchet fumed in disgust as his mouth was plundered by the bounty hunter’s glossa. He remained still, allowing Lockdown to kiss, bite, and fondle him.

“Hmm, you taste just as delicious as the femme,” Lockdown cooed, loving how Ratchet squirmed beneath him. “I wonder if you’re just as tight and soft.” He licked his lips and leered down at the medbot. “Open up, Doc-bot.”

Fueling tanks churning from nausea, Ratchet opened up his pelvic paneling, trembling from the lustful and sadistic stare he was receiving. He screamed in agony as three fingers jammed their way up his unprepared port.

“Primus! Another virgin?!” Lockdown snickered. “I really hit the jackpot this time!”

The bounty hunter’s fingers slid out, replaced by something bigger and harder, causing the medbot to tense up.

“Better relax, Doc-bot,” Lockdown chuckled, “‘cause I’m not going to be gentle.”

Ratchet’s lips parted in an agonized scream as Lockdown’s massive girth rammed into him. True to his word, Lockdown didn’t allow any time for Ratchet to adjust. The bounty hunter brutally slammed into the medbot’s opening, tearing through sensitive wiring, causing the smaller mech to scream even louder. Lockdown moaned in pleasure, hooking Ratchet’s legs over his shoulders, driving his cable even deeper inside the medbot.

“Ngh! Primus!” Lockdown shouted. “Just as tight as the femme!” He grasped Ratchet’s plug, pumping hard and fast. “I think I’ll keep you too.”

Ratchet’s optics flickered offline, quivering in shame as his body was forced into overload.

Title: Battered Prisoners
Pairing: Lockdown/Arcee/Ratchet
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, HET, non-con, oral, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Lockdown plays with both his prisoners.

Arcee trembled as she was gently lowered on top of Ratchet, gazing back at Lockdown in confusion.

Lockdown patted the femme’s aft and chuckled, “I want you to play with each other.” He sat down in a nearby chair and winked at the two bots. “Put on a hot show for me.”

“You can’t be serious!” Ratchet snapped. “Fragger--mmph!”

Arcee pressed her lips over Ratchet’s mouth, silencing the medbot. She caressed his flushed face and rained down tender kisses along his jaw.

The femme whispered, “I’m sorry, Ratchet. I’m so sorry.” She pressed her servo softly over the medbot’s mouth as he tried to speak. “Please…don’t argue with him. Don’t insult him either. I don’t want you to be harmed or killed. Please…just focus on me…please?”

Lockdown growled, “There’s too much talkin’ and not enough action going on. Am I going to have to come over there?”

Arcee shuddered at the warning, and she gazed down pleadingly at Ratchet. The medbot nodded and moaned as the femme’s mouth returned to his lips. Her lips were soft and tasted sweet. Ratchet found himself becoming aroused by her intoxicating scent and beautiful frame pressing on him. He wanted to touch her, console her, but with his limbs cuffed to the berth he could do neither.

“Open…Ratchet,” Arcee whimpered, cupping the medbot’s groin.

Ratchet’s cheeks burned in humiliation. “Arcee…I…no…”

“Ratchet…please?” Arcee murmured.

“Better do as the femme says, Doc-bot,” Lockdown growled, “or I’ll take over.”

Reluctantly, Ratchet slid back his plating, hissing through clenched dentals as Arcee’s fingers traced over his stiffening cable. Arcee kissed her way down Ratchet’s body, stopping when she reached his groin, slowly swallowing down the medbot’s plug.

“Ahh!” Ratchet cried.

Lockdown chuckled, “Enjoying yourself, Doc-bot? Heh, she is good with her mouth.”

The bounty hunter rose from his seat and kneeled in front of the berth, servo raising up to massage the femme’s aft. Arcee knew what was expected of her and retracted her paneling, whimpering around Ratchet’s bonding shaft as Lockdown’s glossa delved into her port.

“Yeah…that’s it…get wet for me,” Lockdown murmured against the femme’s warm plating, lapping away a trickle of fluid.

Arcee whined and bobbed her helm, shuddering as Lockdown’s hook teased her exhaust port. The tip entered, causing the femme to wail and thrash. Ratchet’s mouth opened to speak but Lockdown gave him a wicked scowl, daring him to speak out. The medbot shut his mouth and grinded his dentals. Lockdown grinned and laughed, giving Ratchet’s thigh a tender pat.

Lockdown stood back up and positioned himself at Arcee’s tight entrance. “Keep sucking him, beautiful.”

Gently, Lockdown pushed forward, burying himself in Arcee’s port as he continued to move his hook inside her exhaust. Ratchet jolted as Arcee’s screams vibrated around his plug, crying out wantonly in bliss. The jarring motion of Lockdown’s hips forced more of Ratchet’s plug down Arcee’s throat, and the medbot overloaded. He slumped weakly against the berth, panting hard. Lubricant trickled down Arcee’s lips, and the sight made Ratchet sick with shame.

The bounty hunter pushed Arcee until she was face to face with the medbot. “Go on. Kiss him.”

Arcee did as commanded. Ratchet could taste himself on her lips, and he frantically worked his glossa to clean his essence off of her. He yowled in pain when Lockdown suddenly shoved inside him, wires tearing under the brutal assault. After a few violent thrusts, Lockdown pulled out and pushed back into Arcee. He alternated between the two bots until overload grew close, and he then crawled up further on the berth, easing Arcee onto her side next to Ratchet, pumping his throbbing plug. He shouted in pleasure as climax struck, lubricant spurting onto Ratchet’s and Arcee’s faceplates.

Lockdown sighed from exertion and stated, “That was fun….real fun.” He caressed Arcee’s lips, smearing fluid over them. “You didn’t get to overload, beautiful. How rude of me. Would you like to overload?”

Arcee choked out, “Y--Yes, please, Lockdown.”

She sobbed and writhed as Lockdown kissed her chest plates, fingers pumping inside her port. Ratchet remained limp on the berth as she wailed, praying to Primus that the nightmare would end. Relief never came.

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