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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Silence

Waves of agony washed over him as he scanned the emptiness of his cell. The very walls seemed to mock him for his weakness. His show of emotion with his tears… His lip trembled as he fought back another round of self-pity. Sighing in resignation, Bumblebee curled himself into a tighter ball on the cold bare floor. For now, he was alone; but he knew it wouldn’t be long before another Con ended his shift. And Megatron had told all of them that they could enjoy their new ‘playtoy’. He had been told as such by several of the cons who’d ‘played’ with him over the last few cycles.

He was nothing more than a Con playtoy now. He thought to himself with a shudder of repulsion as his meta brought back the crawling sensations of Decepticreep fingers sliding under his armor. Nausea filled his almost empty core, radiating outward until his entire chassis felt like it was malfunctioning. Balling his hands together in tight little fists, the small mech berated himself for being so weak. He was so completely defenseless against the strong Decepticons whom came to use him. He shuddered in sobs, putting his hands over his optics as he wished they’d just off-line him – put him out of his misery. But he knew they wouldn’t, they enjoyed torturing and raping him too much.

Hearing the ominous clang of metal-on-metal as a mech came down the corridor towards his cell door, he cringed and crawled to the corner. He chewed on his lip in fear as his audios picked up the sound of the mech stopping, turning, and punching in codes on a keypad lock. He slid his feet up tighter to his naked chest region, locking his legs tightly together. Instinctively he tried to protect his bonding networks, even though he knew it was all in vain.

As he listened to the electronic lock release, he prayed desperately that it wasn’t one of the Seekers this time; they were the most sadistic of the Decepticons. Wanting to see just how long they could make him scream in agony, before they even bothered force bonding with him. That was IF they even did bother to force bond with him. Sometimes they just wanted to vent their anger over something that had happened to them while on shift; some kind of perceived insult to their ego. No, Bumblebee didn’t have anything to do with it, but he was the one that always felt the punishment for it.

Thundercracker had been the last one, and he had tortured Bee for two astrohours before he’d actually raped him. The blue Seeker had purchased a new ‘toy’ at the last port, and had decided to test it out on him. The toy was actually a roboprode, which was designed to give the victim a shock of electricity wherever the handler wanted it. Bumblebee had writhed and pleaded for him to stop for what seemed like an eternity before Thundercracker was finally done. And then the Seeker had been so ‘turned on’ by his screams he had raped him. But actually the rape hadn’t been the worst of it; it had been the blessed end to it. Since Bumblebee had learned harshly over his captivity that at least when they finally did the force bonding, it’d only be a little while longer before they were satisfied and left.

“Well, well.. Bumblebee, you look good naked;” Starscream snickered as he entered. His crimson optics roved over the trembling mech’s half-naked chassis, his smirk widening as he saw the terror bright in those blue optics. One day… One day.. He’d see the same look in Megatron’s optics, but for now he’d have to be satisfied with dominating captives.

Whimpering in sheer terror, Bumblebee cowered. Starscream was truly the worst of the Seekers. He seemed to have a true fascination in seeing just how much pain a mech’s networks could send to the mech’s meta processor at the same time. And he was highly creative in his methods of producing those pain stimuli. Last time Bee had actually blacked out before he’d actually raped him – because of the sadistic torture that Starscream had done to the small mech first. Heck, Bee didn’t even know if the red Seeker had even bothered to force bond with him while he was out cold. But did it really even matter?

Striding up to the frightened Autobot, the tall Seeker picked him up and threw him onto the hard berth. Gasping as his raw circuits scraped across the cold steel, Bee looked pleadingly up at the Seeker. “Please don’t,” he whimpered, tears already streaming down his face as he envisioned what the Seeker was going to do next.

Glaring at him Starscream slapped him across the room. “You speak when I give you permission to speak – you pathetic Autobot!” he shrieked. Striding over to the yellow mech crumpled on the floor, he kicked him several times. Bumblebee tried to crawl away from him, his whimpers filling the room. This enraged the Seeker even more, turning slightly; he kicked the mech hard on his aft. His thruster sunk deep into Bee’s naked circuitry. The small mech curled up in a ball with an energon-curdling scream of total agony.

With a disgusted snort, Starscream grabbed him and threw him up on the berth. Glowering at him, he pinned him down with one hand. His crimson optics boring into those frightened blue orbs. “I’m getting tired of your pathetic screams Autobot,” he growled. Leaning forward, he dove his hand into the exposed circuits in Bee’s upper chest. Ripping out some wires, he effectively muted the Autobot by permanently damaging his voice processor.

Now, unable to even scream – the helpless Autobot suffered under the Seeker’s hands for the next few astrohours.

Blinded

“Well, this freagin’ sucks – you worthless Autobot. Can’t even scream;” Thrust complained. Slapping Bumblebee across the room, he cussed Starscream under his breath. Damn slogger was always ruining the fun of others! What fun was it, when your victim couldn’t shriek those beautiful screams? His vocal levels would tell you just how well you were doing with the torture.

Stalking towards the trembling Autobot, the coneheaded Seeker snickered as those big blue optics looked up at him in fear. The mech shrank back against the wall, trying to get away, for he couldn’t even beg for mercy now. Kicking the yellow mech, he enjoyed the sound of circuits crunching under his thruster. Cocking his head, he smirked as a thought crossed his meta, he’d always wanted to try something particular on an Autobot – why not do it now?

Stepping down on one of the few areas that Bumblebee still had his protective armor on, Thrust pinned one of his lower arms under his thruster. The Autobot’s blue optics widened in fear; his whole chassis trembled in expectation of more pain. Thrust cackled, as he activated his thruster. He watched in amusement as the Autobot’s entire chassis jerked in agony as the searing heat melted right through his armor. “It’d be more fun if you could scream, you pathetic Autobot,” he taunted as he flamed his engine a little hotter. The Autobot’s tears streaked his face as he writhed underneath his thruster. Yes, it felt very good to do this to a mech, Thrust decided. Next time he noticed a damaged Autobot on the battlefield, he’d make sure to give him a little going away present.

Tiring of the game, Thrust deactivated his thruster and grabbed the Autobot. Bumblebee’s energon dripped on the floor from his newly damaged arm. Leaving a trail as Thrust dragged him towards the berth. Throwing him on top of the hard berth, he pinned him down with an arm. Weakly, Bumblebee stared at him with his wild blue optics, the pain in his arm coursing through every network in his chassis.. The Autobot prayed that the Seeker would just hurry up and rape him, get it over with.

Punching him, Thrust glared at those blue optics. He was tired of them boring into him. As if the Autobot was silently accusing him of being weak. Then an idea coursed through his mind; if Starscream took his voice – Thrust would take his sight. Snickering sadistically, Thrust balled up a fist and smashed those brilliant blue optics, again and again – until they finally shattered.

Screaming inside, Bumblebee felt the Seeker rape him. The fiery spark of the Decepticon overwhelming his shattered blue spark… Tearing apart what little remained of him from within.

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Agony met his every network as he rebooted. Or did he reboot? Bumblebee couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Whether he was unconscious or conscious, life was a living hell. Only the fact that he was feeling the pain now, let him know with absolute certainty that he was awake.. He just wanted to off-line.. To end it now.. But there was no end to his misery.. No end to his pain.

No light or images met his meta as he fully rebooted. The shards of his shattered blue optics tore into his electronic photo receptor grid, which caused yet more agony to shoot like fire through his central sensory networks. Clasping his hands over his face, he weakly shuddered, trying desperately to block out the pain. His meta dove into his deepest memories as it sought to escape the pain.

“Ah Bumblebee, you’ll do fine. Just believe in yourself,” Ironhide grinned as he smacked him on his shoulder armor. “Just remember to keep your optics peeled and you’ll hit ever target,” he advised as he led him towards the small arms trials.

Bumblebee looked up at his friend, his mentor, his teacher. His optics full of hope that he could pass the trials and become an Autobot..

Shaking himself back to reality, Bumblebee shook with silent sobs. He’d become an Autobot only to be captured a few orbit cycles later. Now he was nothing… Nothing but a sensory net of pain…

Dumped

“Those freagin’ Seekers!” Wildrider griped as he nudged the naked mech with his foot. The damned Seekers had both blinded and muted the Autobot, so now there was no fun in torturing him anymore. You couldn’t see the fear in his optics, and you couldn’t hear the screams of pain. Snorting in derision, he kicked the mech hard. Wanting to hear some kind of reaction from the captive.. But nothing but the sound of crunching circuits filled his audio receptors.

Dragstrip kicked the naked Autobot across the room. Bee didn’t move, didn’t even tremble anymore. “Yep, those bastards ruin all the fun,” he observed. The mech might as well be off-lined, there’d be about the same amount of fun to be had with a corpse.

“Guess we’ll just have to throw him out and get a new one,” Wildrider grumbled in disgust. It was such a pain capturing new ones. Generally, if you managed TO capture them – they were already so damaged that they off-lined before making it to the ship.

Dragstrip went over to the still form on the floor, picked him up and then dropped him. Absolutely no reaction came from Bumblebee as he slammed against the floor. “Yep, he’s so damaged, he’ll be oof-lined soon anyways,” he stated as a matter of fact.

The two Stunticons dragged the worthless shell of the Autobot out of his cell. Since the ship had landed on one of the gambling outposts, most of the other Cons were out having fun. While Megatron made his rounds collecting his ‘protection payments’ from the local gambling lords. Going out the open hatch, they threw Bumblebee over the side of the cliff. Turning around, they didn’t even bother to watch their naked playtoy as he fell into the planet’s garbage dump.

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