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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No Identity

The Hunter smashed her lips tightly against Onslaught’s as he forced his bonding circuits deeply into the slave between them. Gasping in pain, the slave continued to pleasure the Seeker with his lips and glossa, even as he felt like his insides were being ripped to shreds by the surges of power that the Combaticon forced into his overworked systems.

The Seeker groaned, beyond stimulated by the sounds of the slave’s slight cries and his fingers dancing lightly on her circuits. Her glossa dove deeper into Onslaught’s mouth, playing, toying… He met her insistence with his own. His glossa exploring in waves that matched the surges of released energy that he was pouring into the slave. Finally emptied of his tense energy buildup, he disengaged from both the kiss and the slave.

The slave merely winced as the bonding cables were forcefully pulled out of his raw bonding circuits. Ripping against one of his overheated bearings and causing renewed leakage of energon which dripped slowly down the inside of one of his legs. He continued his pleasuring of the Seeker, for if he stopped.. He trembled at the mere remembrance of that agony..

“Well, enjoy yourself Hunter,” Onslaught snickered as he slapped the slave’s aft. The sharp sting of his hand hitting the raw circuits caused the slave to cry out softly in pain, even as he kept his head between the Seeker’s outstretched legs.

Meeting the Decepticon’s lips once more, the Seeker shivered with the pleasure. “Oh, I always do,” she sighed seductively as she ran her fingers down the side of the powerful con’s face. Since neither one of them would willingly allow the other to pour their release into them, they’d come across this way of release together. The pathetic slave would take all the pain, while the two of them got all the pleasure. To them, it was a very acceptable alternative to true bonding….

The femme watched the Combaticon leave the room. She snickered inside at his total ignorance about the true reason that she didn’t allow another’s spark within her. She wasn’t originally from this dimension. Primus had called her, forcing her to come here. He forced her into this realm of truly pathetic mechs. Expecting her to breed with them, producing another generation of Guardians such as herself! She had studied both groups and found them both wanting. So she had decided that she’d have to do this her way. She would create a strong nation separate from both groups, and strong enough that neither group will dare challenge them!

The slave licked a very sensitive wire, bringing her out of her contemplations on the weakness and stupidity surrounding her and causing the Seeker to arch her back in pleasure. Looking down at the blue optic’d slave between her thighs, she had to admit that he was very attractive in appearance. Of all the Decepticon slaves she enjoyed on her visits, he was her favorite. He was good with his fingers and his mouth, and the cons had repaired his beautiful armor – once his spirit had been completely broken. Barely able to even distinguish his faded Autobot insignias, the slave was now just another nameless servant to the cons. Another mech for them to dump their tense loads of excess energy into..

“Come here,” she ordered as she scooted back on the berth. Setting her wings against the bulkhead, she propped herself up in a leaning position. She patted her abdomen with her hand, making it obvious that she wanted him to straddle her.

Biting his lip in anticipation of more pain, the slave did not argue, or even beg for mercy anymore. Climbing painfully onto the berth, he hesitantly threw his leg over her and sat on his folded legs. His sore bonding circuits mere inches from hers.

She ran her hands over his beautiful blue and white armor, slipping her fingertips in between the seams, caressing the hidden circuits within. Enjoying his quite tears as she molested him, she forced him to lean forward and take her lips. She commanded his mouth, even as she slid her fingers into his exposed bonding circuits. Probing, feeling the wetness of the dripping energon… She bit his lip slightly, enjoying the taste of his energon even as her fingers enjoyed the feel of it. She felt him begin to respond to her sliding fingers, his chassis beginning to tremble in sync with her rubs.

Yes, she did prefer to have her pleasure with the slaves in private. Where she could take her time and thoroughly enjoy her molestation of their circuits. When one raped them on the rec deck, sure you got some physical release by dumping your pent up energy load into them, but you didn’t get much mental stimulation. There was always a freagin’ impatient con waiting for his turn and telling you to hurry up. Hunter did not like to hurry. Whether it was during a mission, or getting pleasure – she liked to take her time and enjoy it thoroughly.

Pushing his lips from hers, she forced him to lean back and put his elbows on her thighs, exposing his bleeding circuits to her fingers more fully. She wanted to see how much she could make this slave scream in pleasure before she took him. Now with him fully open to her touch, she focused her attentions on his exposed circuits and wires. Slipping her fingers in and out of his chassis.. Pulling slightly on the less damaged wires.. Sliding her fingertips slowly along his damaged circuits.. She smiled as she watched his arched chassis tremble in response to the pleasure and the pain that she was causing. He went from moans to gasps to whimpers and back again.

She did so like controlling a mech like this. Having her way in anything she wanted. Thrusting her right hand deep into him, she grinned sadistically as he made no effort to stop her. His only response being that of fearful whimpers as she dove her arm up to her elbow within him. Her fingers touching his very battle processor. Cocking her head in humor, she began to toy with the idea of perhaps taking one of these slaves for her future mate. Their spirits were thoroughly broken now and thus, they’d do whatever she demanded. Perhaps even this one? He was good on the optics, and from rumors her audios had picked up, he’d once been a heck of a saboteur. She could use a smaller mech with similar abilities to her owe. This would increase the number of information gathering contracts she could fulfill and get paid on.

Still exploring the whimpering slave from the inside, Hunter became more and more certain that he’d be a good one to purchase and use for what she needed. But she had to really know for certain of his former capabilities. And there was one way she knew she could do it. It would be very interesting to see if he’d try to fight it at all, for she’d be seeing into his very core.

Telling him not to move even so much as a bearing, she opened her cockpit just slightly. Pulling a data transfer cable out, she plugged it into her receiver. Then she dove her hand fully into him, feeling around his battle processor, looking for the port.

“P…Please don’t..” he whimpered. Shivers ran through him as he felt her cold fingers searching his processor ports, looking for the proper port.

A sadistic grin spread over her face, for this was the first time she’d ever heard him speak other than ‘yes sir’ or ‘yes ma’am’. He was begging her not to do this, which made her even more eager to do it. She would see him for all he was. His entire history, his entire being – would be exposed to her probing meta. “Oh, I’ve enjoyed you so much. I want to see you,” she purred as she continued to search with her fingers.

“P..Please.. no.. he’s dead..” the slave sobbed. Tears renewed their stream down his face. She would see more than just the physical shame he endured, she would see what he had once been; she would know him for the pathetic mech he truly was… Why he could never return.. Why he could never be an Autobot again.. He wanted to run.. To get away from her probing fingers.. Her molestation of his very core, his very identity.. But fear kept him planted in the vulnerable position. Feeling her fingers as they finally located the port within him. The data cable sliding over raw circuits, causing waves of pain to wash over him.. Even as his terror built.. As the cable plugged in…

Hunter felt his pathetic firewalls go up. Sliding her hands out of the mech, she began to slide them in and out over his bonding circuits. Her smile widened as his chassis was overcome by the automatic reactions to her stimuli. Her alien meta had no problem crashing through his firewall, entering unfettered into his very processor.

He groaned as he shook his head side-to-side, trying to deny the sensations her probing touch was causing even as he sought to deny her evasion of his very core. His sobs increased as he felt her gain complete access so quickly, so easily. His firewall programs had never seen a hostile program so quick to adapt, so quick to change tactics. “No…no…please..” he continued to sob, even as he knew she was copying everything. Everything that had ever been him, his secrets, his hopes, his desires…. His shame, his weaknesses, his agony…. He was laid naked to her in every sense of the word… Shaking with sobs, he felt her finish her invasion. Her hands diving deeply into his chassis again, the data link cable being disconnected..

“Sit up,” she ordered. She watched the slave slowly push himself upright, swaying in his emotional agony. He couldn’t even meet her swirling optics, for she knew his shame..

Tears streaming down his face, he sobbed. He couldn’t even meet those terrible swirling optics. She had raped him more thoroughly than any con could. She had raped his very soul, his core.. She knew what he had been and why he could never, never go back.. His shame in being so thoroughly mentally broken that he willingly unlatched his codpiece for any con that demanded…

Letting him straddle her as he cried, Hunter did a quick scan of the data she had downloaded. Her smirk increased as she realized that those rumors had been based on fact. Indeed, this mech had once been the Autobot’s premier spy. He was both intelligent and sneaky – both traits that she valued highly. Studying his handsome face, now streaked in his tears of shame, she found herself truly amazed at how thoroughly the cons could break a mech’s very spirit. This slave was now too ashamed to ever rejoin his former comrades. If he ever escaped, he was more likely to disappear into the woodwork. Never to be seen by either faction again.

Yes, in a few more orbit cycles, she’d have enough saved up to begin building the Guardian nation. And with this master infiltrator working with her, it might not even take that long. All she had to do, was to show the pathetic Autobot some sympathy, and he’d be hers – spark and soul…

Wiping his tear stricken face with her thumbs, Hunter forced his chin slightly up. “Look at me slave,” she ordered, her voice unnaturally soft.

Sniffing back his sobs, the slave turned his optics to hers. He chewed on his lower lip to keep from sobbing again, afraid he’d just get slapped across the room if he kept it up. It wouldn’t be the first time that the bounty hunter had done that either..

Scanning his face, Hunter admired how truly handsome the mech had been built. His brilliant optics were large and full of expression. His nose and mouth in perfect proportion to his oval shaped façade. True, his chassis didn’t have the strength or power of the mechs of her home dimension. And his spirit had been much easier broken than theirs. But for a pathetic mech of this dimension, he was a fine specimen.

Cursing Primus again in her meta for sticking her in a dimension with such pathetic mechs, Hunter sighed as she traced the slave’s face with her fingers. She’d purchase this slave soon and make him her mate. Together, they would build the wealth she needed for her long-term plans to come to pass.

“Do you want to leave this place Slave?” she asked him; almost taunting him with the possibility of freedom. Freedom from the continual torture of the cons. But with the chains of his own shame still forever dragging behind him.

He sniffled slightly, not sure if this was another psychological type of torture. But her fingers seemed so gentle as she caressed his cheek. Her strange swirling optics seemed almost soft. The tone of her voice seemed to have changed since she downloaded his soul into her memory, almost seeming to be warm and understanding… Hesitantly, he nodded. Tensing slightly as he anticipated being backhanded across the room.

She gave him her warmest smile. She had been so right about how easily she could twist him about her finger. Shifting slightly under him, she noticed him try to hide the cringe of pain from his raw circuits being against her armor. “So you dream of flying free amongst the stars, far away from the cons?” she asked in her most seductive of voices.

He tried to hide his emotion of hope, even as he cringed in discomfort from the pain in his bonding circuits. He knew this had to be some kind of game. Some kind of game to further break his shattered spirit. But he couldn’t help it; he nodded even as tears welled up in his big blue optics at the mere thought of wandering alone. Since he could never return to his comrades, never return to home..

She chuckled as she ran her fingers down his beautiful armor. “Well then I have a proposal for you,” she said softly as she enjoyed his automatic trembles to her touch. Yes, she could rather enjoy fully bonding with this mech. Her optics locked with his. “I’m in need of a bond mate,” she told him.

His optics widened in shock. He bit down hard enough on his lip that he drew energon. To be offered freedom – but at this price? But what other mech would ever want him as a bond mate? He was tainted goods.. He’d willingly allowed hundreds of cons to burn his spark with theirs.. He was nothing more than a slave.. A whore.. But if he accepted this bounty hunter’s offer, he’d be giving her his oath to be loyal forever. To do anything she asked, forever… But the only other choice was to remain where he was. To endure those endless days on the rec deck; bent over and willingly allowing con after con to rape him at their leasure.

There really wasn’t any choice, he knew it and she knew it. He just prayed that she wouldn’t ‘share’ him too often. And perhaps he could forget about his shame as he flew through the cosmos with her. “Y..yes.. I’ll be your bond… bond mate,” he stammered softly.

She sat up and kissed him, her bonding circuits thrusting deeply into him as she did. He tensed, expecting the normal agony. But instead, a soft pleasurable slow stream of energy entered his systems. Her strange spark entered and caressed his soft blue spark. Letting loose of his lips, her optics swirled to a calm amber shade. “When I come back for you, it will not always be pain with me, Mirage. There will be pleasure as well,” she softly promised as her energy slowly engulfed him…
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