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Monster	By : glasseyeviolet Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > FemmeSlash - F/F Views: 1790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any of the characters. I do not make any profit off of this!

Chapter List
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Song Inspiration: Closer by NIN
Warnings: Please heed them! Non con touching, manipulation, sucidal thoughts, and sensory deprivation.
I am not a huge fan of writing Non con, because there will be more later down the chapters. Since this may be to sensitive of a subject I may switch it over to another site or just place the non consensual parts on another page.
Also I love Glyph and I am sorry I am torturing such an adorable character.
Thank you for the hits :D
I also do not own Transformers and I do not make a profit off of it.
I apologize if the characters are a bit OOC, especially Slipstream since I am still getting the hang of her personality.
Changed the title of the story, alongside giving new subtitles to make better sense of what I am doing.

Monster
Smell
Rotten stench of stale energon filled the air with its toxic fog. It was her own she concluded, drifting into her olfactory sensors with its pungent odor. She could feel it starting to rust against her armor that started to itch terribly.
"I won't tell you anything…" Glyph wanted to be the strong Autobot like the rest of them. Instead she sounded desperate like a sparkling covering up a lie.
Red optics gleamed back in amusement, dragging her frame into another part of cave that seemed more open for the Decepticon.
Weary optics spotted a way out, oh Primus she spotted a way out, through the enormous hole that led to space above. The moons visibly shining down through the hallow spot bathing her appearance in a silvery sick glow.
Then a bitter laugh escaped her or more so a cry when she logically deduced about the true reason the flier put her here.
To torture her into thinking that she can escape.
The thought of never being able to see her friends whisked through her fuzzy processor. Will she ever see her colleagues again? Or even more on that matter will she ever see Tap Out again? She had always wanted to get closer to the ninja bot. He had all the attributes of being attentive, quiet and smart just like her only problem is he could actually fight.
She could not.
Heels clacked against the rocky bottom making the minibot glance up. Glyph could smell the after burn from the flier's turbines when placed upon her shoulder. Her optical relays focused on the flier's teal frame, a deadly mix of power and sensuality and it frightened her more then she cared to admit.
Slipstream pulsed her turbine heat searing over the sensitive cables between her broken shoulder auxiliary. Glyph could not hold down the scream that tore through her static filled vocoder. She cringed away mimicking that of a fetal position when her frame contorted again into an agonizing stretch from intense ozone stench.
"You will learn…" aroma of sweet tasting energon filled the air when the Decepticon femme pulled it from her subspace. The minibot tried to squirm away from the femme not wanting to smell such a delicious scent. Her depleted systems begged to be reenergized by the pleasant substance.
Slipstream glanced down at the trembling form for a moment. How sweet it will be to torture this little minibot into submission.
Into her submission, to make the squirming minibot feel more inferior then she already is. It made her smirk in delight at the very thought of it.
How to do it though was the question. She did not want to just kick the minibot around that is to easy. The flier wanted something that will imprint on the scientist's processor forever. The minibot would rely on her command only and no one else. It sent another delicious thrill through her spinal strut.
Glyph struggled to get up to find something to ease her frame up from the ground. Her fingers twitched trying to pull herself up by the stalagmites in the surrounding area. "Learn what?" the inquiry made the flier quirk a brow throwing the empty cube by one of the stalagmites.
The teal flier examined the minibot for a moment when she loomed over her. The minibot tried to crawl up the wall from obvious fright when the Decepticon femme reached out grabbing Glyph by the collar. "To learn your place." She hissed nonchalantly, turning her around and shoving her battered frame into the wall.
Glyph tried to claw away, do something, but her processor only registered pain when the flier started to fiddle with latches on her helm opening it up with mock tenderness.
"S-stop! No don't!" she yelled into the echoing cavern scratching at the rock walls. Her face dug into the hard mass more when she tried to speak again. Slipstream growled in her audio pulling something in her helm. The minibot went silent instantly her optical relays widening in apparent fear.
Satisfied with the quiet, Slipstream paused to think of what to do. Torture is not really an art form she dabbled in. She is skilled tactically for the battlefield not to operate in the processor.
Than an idea appeared, Shockwave she knew had history into diving into processors. Problem is he was captured with the rest of the main Decepticon crew by the Elite Guard. Yet, Blackarachnia could have some of his old datapads that he used to write down about his experiments. Or even Scalpel for that matter.
She closed the latch to the Autobot femme's helm pulling away with a faint grunt. The minibot whimpered then fell to the ground moving into a trembling ball. "Pathetic." She commented spitefully, the trace of defiance gone from the minibot who favored to stare at the walls instead.
"Y-you won't…Get-away w-with this!" Glyph cried out through shaky intakes. Slipstream narrowed her optics shaking her helm leaning down and caressing her cheek plating with a grin "I already have."
oOoOoOo
"Files?" the technoorganic stared at the flier for a moment. She typed something into her datapad before handing a small datapad to Slipstream with a growl. "Why don't you just get rid of the little pest?"
Slipstream asked the same inquiry herself, but she would not give up dominating the weak willed Autobot. Blame it on inheriting the coding from Starscream who had that need to rise for the occasion. It didn't help that the egotistical slag head always had to be on top.
Gingerly she glanced through the given files indifferently, shifting through each one with an exasperated huff. "I will eventually, but I don't want to do it quickly." With a click of each datapad she narrowed her optics on a few but they still did not inspire her.
Shockwave is one sick slagger, but he is a genius she begrudgingly admitted.
"Hn" Blackarachnia continued her musings ignoring the teal seeker more concentrated on getting these Insecticons to do her bidding. All they have been doing as of recent is eating, recharging and being absolutely incorrigible. Why did Primus like to give her a dirty hand to play?
Slipstream ignored the muttering technoorganic still reading through datapads of different torture devices and logistics of the processor.
Until she found one that impressed her, large Cybertronian words titled Cognitive Sensory Theory jumped out at her. She knew that this would be the one to use on her new found 'pet'. "I think…I may just tweak Shockwave's little experiment on Cognitive Sensory Theory." Blackarachnia could feel the malicious smirk from where she stood, with a shake of her large helm the scientist tapped out a few more codes putting the Insecticons into forced stasis.
"You're going to have a whiny Autobot on your hands." a sneer graced Slipstream's features when the technoorganic smugly folded her arms. The flier rolled her optical relays at the Decepticon scientist disappearing with a huff into the hidden cavern where Glyph is located.
Blackarachnia frowned narrowing all four optics when she turned towards the computer searching for the contact she needed.
oOoOoOo
The cavern grew quiet, too quiet; Slipstream came to a stop staring at the form trying to crawl towards the outside of the cave.
Pitiful really, she could barely get up three feet until she slipped back down. A groan emitted from her mouth when one of her arm guards screeched against the dark violet rock landscape when she toppled back to the ground with a thud.
"You're really amusing Autobot." The look she received is pure utter terror. Blue optics widened when she scrambled towards a stalagmite trying to crawl back up again only to trip over her own pedes.
Slipstream smirked striding towards the weak femme. She picked her up by the collar easily allowing the femme to strike out again. It only made her grimace when she threw the frazzled femme down on the floor and pouncing on her frame. "No! Get off!" she leaned over her pushing her back onto the ground.
Red optics narrowed on her prey who reflexively tried to kick out. With swift ease Slipstream blocked the kick grabbing at Glyph's collar again hissing "Try to be good or you will lose both of your leg struts."
She stopped struggling instantly, optics flickering when Slipstream begun to grab her hip plating claws digging into the seams of her leg strut joints to make a point.
One pull of a wire and Glyph would be incapacitated.
The teal flier paused challenging the minibot to further defy her if she so willing wanted to lose her legs. She smirked despite herself when the small scientist's intakes started to hitch when she moved her claws away and near her inner thigh plating experimentally.
A jolt of electricity ran through Glyph in ripples, keening from the immense pleasure when those offending claws begun to caress over thin wires between the gaps of her plating.
No, this could not be happening, she should not like this! Glyph whined throwing her helm back when another shock rolled over her hyper sensory net. Optics flickering off from the electrical current that plunged her into a pleasure filled abyss.
Amused, Slipstream continued her ministrations turning over the whining femme onto her stomach plating. Her claws ghosting over the wires surrounding her interface panel gliding over her aft sensually.
When tugged onto her stomach plating Glyph tried not to moan. She bit into the dirt in order to silence her wanton emotional array. Fingers scraping against the rock covered floor hoping to pull away from those tantalizing claws brushing against her most sensitive areas.
The pleasure and pain mixed together making her disjointed arm hurt more from the electrical pulses. She had never felt anything like this. Words did not describe how utterly humiliated and…Good she felt when the flier caressed her.
"I was right, just another whore." Slipstream seethed leaning over the wreathing mess when her fingers glided over the latches on Glyph's helm.
The minibot's spark froze; the energy it gave off started to squeeze in on itself when her processor started to whirr. Those offending claws reached in to tap one of her core programming functions gingerly.
No, please Primus no! "No! You d-don't know what you're doing! Stop! T-that can't be touched!" she was immediately silenced when Slipstream smashed her face into the ground.
"Shut up you worm." She hissed still pulling wires around the Autobot's hip plating eliciting another moan from the Autobot. She began to toy with the center cortex of the processor where all the sensory placements were located, waiting for her to control. She pulled a wire too harshly provoking a muffled scream beneath her. "It wasn't that bad…" she cooed mockingly shutting the helm latch gingerly stroking it.
Glyph shook continuously, fingers clawing at the ground for hope to escape. A worthless hope when her systems weakly responded with warnings in her HDU.
Sensory deprivation
Olfactory sensors to be shut down in 10
Oh no.
9
"NO!"
8
Oh Primus what has the seeker done!
7
Glyph struggled in the flier's grasp, her hands trying to reach to the back of her helm trying to reconnect the wire back. Oh no no no!
6
Okay it can't be bad, she told herself optimistically, smell is not one of the senses she really used anyway.
5
It could be worse; Slipstream could repeatedly hurt her in various ways. This is not bad at all.
4
She drew in a heavy intake trying to calm down her over taxed systems. She is okay, she is-
3
Wait, why is her body starting to spasm? Why is she staring at her so menacingly? Her systems were beginning to fight against her. An electrical thrum through her frame made her tremble uncontrollably.
2
She screamed out for no one in particular her systems growing hot from the sensory net being touched.
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"I bet you liked that overload, whore. The next one will be even better."
With her systems leaving her overly sensitized Glyph could feel her olfactory sensors shut down when she tried to filter the air.
No aroma, no sweet smelling energon, nothing. She wearily rolled to the side intakes hitching when malicious words entered through her fuzzy processor. Then everything came out, her tank purging up the last dreads of her energon onto the floor.
"Just like the rest of the Autobots, wallowing in their own filth." Slipstream blanched in disgust.
Glyph tried to pull away from the vile but to begrudgingly thank the flier she could not smell it. Instead the teal seeker grabbed her dragging the limp frame towards the wall. "Hm…If you're good I may allow you to clean yourself up. We will see." She pulled out a small cube placing it near Glyph's hand.
"Drink it." Glyph only stared at it, unsure what to do. What if this is test? Glyph thrived on tests but not like these torturous ones. She took the easy way out grabbing the energon pushing it shakily to her lips.
The lack of aroma did not phase her in which brought a sour look upon the flier. Heh, guess she thought something bad would happen to her. Smell is not really needed anyway; just a luxury granted upon the newer models is all.
Slipstream cursed mentally, so she will have to try harder she supposed. She will have to look more into Shockwave's notes about sensory theory. Then she will have that little worm begging for the flier to offline her.
Be careful what you do little minibot, she thought, this is only the beginning.
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