A Series of Events | By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic. |
Author Warning: Cursing and non-con explorative testing involving sexual arousal state. Do not like, do not read.
I felt the object I was on move again. As I was repositioned I heard movement towards my feet. I surmised it was the exchange of male subjects. This pause gave me a little time to assess my body as well as come to a horrid realization. I knew for a fact none of our base mechs had a lip scar which led me to the conclusion that these beings that captured us had hit Metroplex as well. The number of Autobots had doubled since the original crew so I was in for an extended time being violated for their testing. Not that I wanted to keep track of what number mech they were on or how many times they got me close to overload, but it gave me something else to focus on besides their notations on my reactions as well as those of the mech of a particular data set. At last we reached the last mech and it filled me a certain bit of fear and panic. I knew exactly who it would be. There wasn't much struggle in me left, but I was game for one more bought of it no matter how much those bindings dug into my armor. Sure it was painful, the armor was interlaced with sensors after all, but as the table with the last mech got wheeled in the testers surprised me. "Be calm female, this is the last test." this voice off to my left. "Male exhibiting state of arousal from previous testing." this voice one off to my right. Behind me came the third voice, "However the male is not struggling. Interesting." If only I could speak and tell these fuckers off, but they had made sure that there would be no speaking during their testing. They started up their fondling of my ports and spark chamber. This time though there was no tendril against my lips. I was certainly feeling the effects of coming so close to overload all the previous times as well as a bit used to their oddly tender motions within me. "Male arousal and pheromone levels increasing." voice to right said. Voice to left stated, "Female arousal level reaching appropriate level." Without that tendril in my mouth I was able to voicelessly cry out as they got me so close to overload. Just shy of it they again pulled out at once at the command to do so. The table shifted and I was blindfolded again. The close proximity of heated metal and arousal hit me like a wall. "Encourage interaction." said that voice behind me. The bindings came loose from my head and pushed forward while turning it to the right slightly. My spark reacted as it always did when so close to this mech. Even as our lips met and he kissed me in that so familiar passionate way of his; I could nearly feel my spark reaching out to his. "Spark reaction. Male interaction fully involved. Female interaction negligible. 50 to 75 percent compatibility. Data set satisfied." I felt the table shift me away from him, my spark was aching as was everything else that was violated or otherwise rubbed raw from my struggles. I felt something injected into me, then I went unconscious. -- The echoes of pain and violation were what I woke up to as I onlined. I was somewhere dark, cold, dank, and it had an oppressive feel of despair and death. I sensed I was not alone. In fact there was a hand clasping mine and the warmth of a body resting near me -- no wait, more like curled alongside me. I vented softly, which caused him to stir. "Barracuda?" the query was soft, concerned and belonged to Shark. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, "Hmm?" "Are you all right?" he asked. "Not really no." I replied truthfully. His hand squeezed mine lightly, and then he released my hand. "Just rest and let your systems take care of it for now." I shifted the hand that he had been holding away to briefly check if my sensors were reading right. I vented hard as I found my chest armor was still gone. I brushed down to check my waist next and found the armor there still gone as well. I frowned and looked toward Shark, he was lying on his side. Chest armor missing as I could clearly see his spark. I couldn't bring myself to look lower. "I got the feeling our captors are not quite done with their testing yet." I told him. Shark's light green optic band met my optics, "I think you may be right." he admitted softly. I nodded and looked up at the ceiling, "I don't know if I could take any more violation like that so soon." His optic band dimmed as he reached out a hand to stroke my cheek, "What they did was wrong. Just so utterly and inconceivably wrong. They have done this to the other females and males too which makes it a monumental wrong." I felt a pang of sadness pass over me. "Oh God… this is so going to tear up the bonded couples." At that moment there was an echo of a moan that hinted at pleasure rather than pain. Which was quickly followed by the grinding of metal upon metal then a groan. "Or bring them closer together." Shark murmured, "Adversity can bring out the best and worst in anyone." I sighed softly, "For the sake of the bonded couples I shall hope you are right Shark." He pulled his hand back and nodded, "Why don't you recharge. Hard to say when they'll give us another test." I offlined my optics and murmured, "This situation well may be one right now." "I'm certain you are right Barracuda, just please get some rest." Shark implored. "I'll try." I assured, hoping I could despite the nagging sensation of pain and phantom explorations I could still somehow feel. Slowly and surely I was able to get to a recharge state and slipped into it peacefully. -- I jerked awake as the sound of metal contacting metal pulled me out of recharge. Instantly I realized I was bound by my hands and feet. Under a harsh light just feet away I could see Shark bound to the floor; hovering near him was one of those beings that had violated me earlier. Shark was being held down by a couple shark robots and crouching over him was another who was busily working on getting Shark's interface shaft to fully extend. Shark's mouth opened, but no noise came out, his body bucking as condensation gathered over his armor. I felt someone grip my helm to keep my gaze upon the scene. That shark robot didn't look like he was being at all gentle with Shark as he fisted his length until it extended to its maximum potential. I was honestly astonished at the size of it. Shark's body bowed, seeming like it was tightened into place, then an amount of fluid erupted from the tip of his shaft like a geyser under pressure. The shark robot backed away so the other being could take a small sample and waited until the flow was done. "Release them." was directed to the shark robots, who obeyed and took the bindings from Shark's hands and feet; at the same time my helm was freed. The group left the room as I sat up and looked toward Shark. 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