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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: I apologised before, and it was accepted. I am not apologising again. This is the re-write of the second chapter. Starscream being an evil-minded rapist is not a new idea. And the first five or six chapters revolve around Bumblebee losing both his sight and his voice, and I am NOT changing all of them, especially when.

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Chapter Two: Take Everything

“Please... please...” Bumblebee whispered to himself, huddled in his corner. Was he losing his mind? Maybe it would be a blessing – he wouldn’t be so aware of what was being done to him. Maybe he'd be able to enjoy it that way. It was probably too much to hope that he’d be offlined.

Just last night, Skywarp and Thundercracker had both raped him at once. It was the frst threesome Bumblebee had ever experienced, and a whole new sensation of pain for him. And this morning, Blackarachnia had come in with some steam to blow off, and had insulted him from outside the cell until he had broken down in tears. Normally he could handle any words thrown at him, but he was just so weak now... he remembered the revulsion in her optics as he had begged her – begged her – to help him. Had he really been that desperate?

He could hear feet stamping angrily down the corridor now, and tears began streaking down his face before they even arrived. Angry feet meant torture, possibly for hours, with a good chance of him being raped afterwards if his screams aroused them enough. He hugged his knees and started begging for someone or something to offline him before they reached him.

“Bumblebee! You moronic little Auto-whore!” Bumblebee flinched as the cell door slammed open, Oh Primus, not Dirge... He just had time to think this before he was picked up and thrown against a wall, “Stand up when you’re addressed by a lady!” the female seeker ordered him. When he paused in pain, she slammed her foot into his crotch, “Do it before I rip your optics out!” she snarled.

Bumblebee managed to haul himself to his feet, leaning against the wall for support, You’re no lady... he thought weakly. As Starscream’s self-hatred, Dirge was very good at insulting him. At first, Bumblebee had been grateful that she lacked the equipment to rape him. Then he’d found out just how cunning and spiteful she was. He had to pleasure her, with his body or his pain, and she wouldn’t leave until he did.

The female seeker strolled up to him as he leant trembling against the wall, a cruel smirk on her face. A moment later, and her fist lashed out, knocking him back to the floor. She looked at his naked crotch, “Ironic, isn’t it, Autobot?” she sneered, “You’re the youngest, least experienced mech in the base... but for some reason, you still manage to screw the best.”

Yes, even when her brothers weren’t around, Dirge consistently insulted and degraded them at every opportunity. Bumblebee knew by now that she was a truly licentious glitch, far more promiscuous than the allegedly frigid Decepticon medic Hotwire, or even the seductively manipulative Blackarachnia.

“Well?” Dirge sneered down at him, “Aren’t you going to get up and thank me for the compliment?”

“I... just want to rest...” Bumblebee looked up, still exhausted from the activities of the night before, “Please don’t make me...” he begged.

“Aw, you don’t want to? You don't want to?” Dirge made a face, then kicked Bumblebee in the face, “Well that’s too freaking bad! Who do you think I am? Your friend?!”

“But... I hurt...” Bumblebee pleaded, energon bleeding from his lips.

Dirge dragged him to his feet, slapping him, “Do I look like I care?” she asked him, “Do it!” Bumblebee gave a low sob, “And stop acting like it’s a punishment!” she snarled, “It’s a freaking HONOUR!” With that, she sat down on his berth, her legs spread.

“If you insist...” Bumblebee grimaced and started to climb on top of her reluctantly, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Dirge made him feel like even more of a whore than the rest of the crew put together.

Dirge grinned nastily, “Oh no, brat... you’ve got it all wrong. This time, I want to see how good you are with your mouth, Autobot slut.” She unlatched her crotch plating and pushed Bumblebee’s face between her thighs, “Show me right now!” she commanded him.

Bumblebee gave a low moan of despair and sunk to his knees, lowering his mouth to her port obediently. It wasn’t as if fighting would get him anywhere, Slut, he thought, and started licking.

Dirge’s optics narrowed, “Harder and better!” she snarled, “And don’t speak! Don’t make a fragging sound! I don’t want to hear your whiny voice again!”

Bumblebee began to suck and lick at her port alternately. He wanted his spark to be able to crawl right of his body. Dirge relaxed and leant back, closing her optics and smiling nastily as she imagined it was Megatron she was forcing to eat her out, “Deeper,” she ordered him, and the cruel smile washed over her face again.

Bumblebee whimpered and licked harder. The faster he could pleasure her, the faster this would be over. He was revolted by the way she moaned softly, and the taste of her port. She was just like any of the Starscreams really; she got pleasure from power over others.

Dirge moaned a little louder. One thing was for certain – Bumblebee was better with his mouth than any of her siblings.

Bumblebee suppressed a low sob of humiliation and continued with the distasteful job. He wasn’t even paying attention to Dirge; only getting it over with as fast as he could. It was almost a sense of relief when she overloaded, and the ordeal ended. Bumblebee remained on his knees, shuddering as Dirge patted him on the back of the helm, “Well, thanks for the distraction, slut,” she smirked, “But now I’ve got some Autobots to offline...”

Bumblebee just wiped the mess from his face and curled up into himself.

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“Heh, heh...” a high-pitched chuckle awoke Bumblebee from a light recharge, and with his entire body trembling, he looked up... and up. Starscream strutted outside his cell, and was already coming in.

Bumblebee managed to drag himself back into his corner, “Starscream...” he whispered hoarsely.

“Skywarp and Thundercracker have been boasting all around the base how they broke you,” Starscream commented casually, “Idiots. I thought I’d show them how you really shatter an Autobot’s mind. It’s impossible to do it with overloads; you Autobots are just too used to that...” he watched as Bumblebee turned his face back towards the wall, “LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!” he screamed, grabbing Bumblebee’s chin.

Bumblebee stared up at him, his optics unblinking in terror. He couldn’t voice a single word; the fear swamped him, and Starscream could see that. Starscream was obsessed with power. He craved it. More so than any of his siblings. Perhaps more so than Megatron. But he didn’t have that power over the ‘cons yet, so he contented some of his desire for power by inflicting pain on Bumblebee. Whoever had last insulted him, if he couldn’t get back at them, he would hurt Bumblebee instead, be it Megatron, Soundwave, or Dirge.

It was almost impossible to satisfy him quickly. Whereas other Decepticons had their fetishes, and could be dealt with quickly, Starscream’s sick desires ranged far and wide. Sometimes he demanded complete silence from Bumblebee. Other times he wanted to hear and see the young Autobot’s fear. Sometimes he wanted to torture Bumblebee, other times he wanted pleasure, and yet others he just wanted to see him leak tears from his optics. Sometimes he wanted the mech to lie perfectly still, while other times he wanted him to struggle, to give him an excuse to lack out. The Seeker was deranged.

Bumblebee shuddered.

“Not so talkative now, are we?” Starscream held Bumblebee tightly, “Not quite so ready to interrupt me anymore, are you?”

Bumblebee shook his head. If Starscream wanted him to be silent, he would be. It would be over faster that way. At least he wasn’t going to be tortured for hours... he hoped...

“But you never seem to be able to stay that way,” Starscream sneered, holding up some duct tape. He slapped it over Bumblebee’s mouth, and the Autobot squeaked in shock. For this, he received a ringing punch to the jaw, “One of these days, I won’t need you,” Starscream jeered, “One of these days it will be Megatron helpless at my feet for real. But I think I’ll keep you around. Maybe see how you and he get on in a cell... or just for the others to vent on.”

Bumblebee squealed in fear, and tried to wriggle away. This wasn’t the first time that threat had been made. He could have ripped the duct tape right off, but doing so would enrage Starscream, and get him even more torture. Instead, he shook his head desperately, whimpering.

“Now... shall we see what happens next?” Starscream jeered, throwing Bumblebee onto his berth and climbing on top of him. He left the blue optics showing though. He wanted to see the Autobot’s fear, even if he had temporatily silenced it. Glancing over the frightened mech, he looked at the many cuts and dents with a combination of satisfaction and disappointment, “Not good enough,” he smirked, grabbing the Autobot’s arm and starting to twist.

Bumblebee whimpered, then writhed, then gave a squeal as Starscream twisted at his arm until wires tore and cables snapped. He tried to scream, but he could make very little noise with his mouth taped shut.

But even those noises were too much for Starscream, and he got another punch. The red, white and blue Seeker reached for his left leg now, digging his claws right into the servos before he ripped a handful of them out. Bumblebee managed to stifle that scream, but he was unable to hold it back when his right leg was twisted in entirely the wrong direction and snapped at the knee. Though half silenced by tape, it was still too much defiance for Starscream to bear.

“You disobedient, stupid little brat!” he snarled down at the naked mech, “I told you to remain silent, but you still wail and writhe as if it will get you anywhere! Well, now you’ll really scream!” He ripped the tape off Bumblebee’s mouth, and Bumblebee’s sobs grew louder, “You are pathetic!”

“I know... but I don’t want this...” Bumblebee sobbed bitterly, “Don’t want to... don’t want to see you... see anybody... please leave...”

Those words made Starscream pause mid-rant, and a grin spread over his evil face, “Of course...” he hissed, then spoke louder, “Well... I don’t really feel like granting your second request, Bungle-bee, but I’m very glad to grant the first...”

Bumblebee had thought it hurt when his arm and legs had been broken. When Starscream’s claws dug into his left optic though, a whole new level of pain shot through him. For a second he couldn’t even scream, because he couldn’t have screamed loud enough. Then the howl tore out of him even as the blue optic was ripped out of his face, so loud and intense and agonising.

Starscream laughed sadistically. Ripping out Autobot optics was the best idea he’d ever had! He’d have to do it again sometime on the battlefield. He reached for the right optic, and though Bumblebee struggled to get away, there was nothing he could do. This time the scream was even louder. It continued for some time afterwards too, as Bumblebee raised his hands to the energon flowing from where his optics had been.

“Now!” Starscream spat, and Bumblebee could hear the unlatching of a crotch-plate, “Scream my name! You’re the one who couldn’t stop talking! Now you’ll scream my name forever!”

At first, Bumblebee didn’t want to scream Starscream’s name. He just wanted to scream. But as the Decepticon thrust in and out of him, he couldn’t help himself. Blinded and defenceless, his back slamming against the berth, his optics streaming energon that mixed with the oily tears and stung his cuts, he screamed the name of his rapist over and over, waiting for the sadistic mech to overload. His chassis was pulled open and a savage and unforgiving spark dug into his.

Soon enough, Starscream overloaded into him. That was the one slightly good thing about being raped by Starscream – the young ‘con never could hold in his lubricant to draw out his pleasure. So once he actually started raping Bumblebee, it would be over in less than five minutes. The torture could last for hours.

Starscream chuckled down at the shuddering ‘bot, “You screamed my name, just like an obedient little mech would,” he snickered, “One of these days you’ll overload for me, and then you’ll really be my slave...”

“You... are sick...” Bumblebee hissed blindly, “I would never... willingly... you know it...”

“Well, it doesn’t really matter, does it?” Starscream growled, gripping the arm that he hadn’t broken tightly, twisting it about, “Because when Megatron is my slave, and I rule the Decepticons, you won’t be necessary! The whole of Cybertron – NO! The universe will bow before me!” He lunged forward, and Bumblebee writhed and squealed in pain at the crushing kiss. It hurt so much... and Starscream bit down on his lip so hard that it began to bleed. This, however was just another pebble of pain to add to the ton of rock already on his body.

But the cruel kiss finally came to an end, “You’ll never...” Bumblebee whimpered in pain, trying to pull his hand back, “You’ll... never rule the Decepticons... and I’ll never bow...”

Incensed, Starscream grabbed his neck, “And you’ll never scream another Decepticon’s name! Ever!” he snarled. He dug his claws into Bumblebee’s neck sharply, savouring the screams. Then he found what he was looking for, and ripped it out. The screaming was cut short, abruptly.

Bumblebee’s mouth opened and closed, but all that came forth was burning static. The pain was agonising but he couldn’t scream. If he raised his already agonised left arm to touch his throat, all he felt was Energon. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t speak. There was only Starscream’s voice to hear. And only pain to feel.

“Well... now I can’t see or hear your pain,” Starscream leered, “But it’s worth it, just to know you’ll never scream the name of another,” his tone became mocking, “Because I just care that much about you...” he smirked, getting up off Bumblebee and clipping his plating back on. But he still didn't stop. Once his own plating was replaced, he continued to beat Bumblebee savagely, slamming him around the cell, almost as if he still thought the naked Autobot might scream. Eventually though, it ended with him being thrown down.

Bumblebee’s head slammed back onto the floor. He couldn’t move, the pain was so intense... and he couldn’t even scream it out. Only static left him whenever he tried to speak. His blank face pleaded for mercy, but not from Starscream. Death was the greatest mercy now.

He felt Starscream kicking him around, in the crotch, the chassis, and the head, jarring his torn limbs and energon-stained circuits, but only static left his mouth. Finally Starscream left the cell. Bumblebee did a systems scan, and to his immense relief found that several of his systems were failing.

The Angel of Death was going to be slow to arrive, and painful in her collection. But she would come. He wouldn’t be able to run to her. He wouldn’t be able to welcome it with open arms, or thank her. But she would come.

Conciousness faded. In his last few moments of awareness, Bumblebee was just capable of hoping it would never return. Even in stasis lock, the tears streamed down his face.

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“Those freaking Seekers!”

Scrapper and Mixmaster, the two Decepticon Constructicons, looked down at Bumblebee. They had come to his cell on their break, to give him a quick beating, and had found him like this, lying limp, blind, mute and broken in a corner.

Scrapper cursed again, looking down at Bumblebee. Typical of the Seekers to ruin everybody else’s fun with the Autobot. They must have been the ones to mute, blind, and break him. There was no fun in beating him up or raping him anymore. You couldn’t hear him scream in pain. You couldn’t see the fear in his optics. You couldn’t even look for the terror in his body language when he was halfway in stasis lock.

“Damn Starscream...” he muttered.

“You think it was Starscream?” Mixmaster asked.

“Isn’t it always?” Scrapper replied.

Mixmaster kicked Bumblebee again, but the naked mech no longer even cowered. He flinched with the pain, a burst of static leaving the gaping hole in his neck. That was the only way you could tell he was alive, for there was no other movement, “Those flying bastards. They ruin everything.”

“We could always rip out his audio sensors,” Scrapper suggested dully, as he considered making Bumblebee deaf as well as blind and mute. But they both knew there wasn’t that much point. After all, he wouldn’t be able to scream, and he wouldn’t be able to see it happening.

“Huh,” Mixmaster shrugged, “Might as well take the little worm to Hotwire for a repair job. He’d probably be offline soon anyway without some. Once he’s fixed up, we can have some fun again.”

“Yeah,” Scrapper agreed, “You grab his legs, I’ll carry his chassis.” The Constructicons picked Bumblebee up roughly, and he was just aware enough right now to twitch in their grasp.

No! Not a repair job! Bumblebee gave a burst of static. He wanted to go to the Angel of Death, not to the frigid and dangerous Decepticon medic. It was rumoured she was wanted by the Elite Guard for sadistic experimentation of unlicensed upgrades on Autobots and Decepticons alike.

He didn’t want to be repaired! He didn’t want to remain online! He didn’t want to suffer anymore! He wanted to die!

But the Constructicons weren’t giving him a choice...

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Me: This is gonna be the last torture chapter for a while. Hotwire comes in properly next chapter. As does my co-writer. And before you ask, no, Bumblebee won’t have any dialogue for AGES. We’ll have to be coming up with other methods of communication.
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