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Pain Without Limits	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Slut
- 2-Whore
- 3-Survivor
- 4-Pet
- 5-Toy
- 6-Victim
- 7-Nutcase
- 8-Happy Happy Joy Joy
- 9-Still Not Right
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Pain Without Limits

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Rainbow Lizard

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Me: CURSE UNRELIABLE CO-WRITERS. Fine, I’ll continue to do this all by myself. Oh, and a comment to Heous – you’re dumped. You haven’t shown up for days. Now, on with the show.

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Chapter Three: Survivor

Barricade drove down the highway at high speed. Out of all the Decepticons to come to this wretched little ball of mud, it seemed that he was the only one to survive the battle against the Autobots. And that was only because he hadn’t been able to get to the battle in time. Not that he was sorry to know that Blackout was dead and dumped in the ocean. In fact, it ranked possibly third on his list of things that he wanted to see happen to the helicopter. But now he had to survive on his own, and he certainly couldn’t leave the planet until more Decepticons arrived.

Primus, but he despised this filthy little organic planet. He’d been evading the Autobots for nigh on three months now, and in the meantime, had run down several humans. Not on purpose, exactly. A couple of days ago, a gang of three had been trying to hijack him, so he’d given the worthless little sacks of meat everything they deserved by running them over a couple of times. Trouble was that some sort of camera must have seen him doing it, and now he was being tracked once again by the Autobots.

Chances were, he was going to die here.

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Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ironhide and Ratchet were all on the same highway. A few hours ago they had received an alert from Sector Seven agents that a lone Decepticon had been spotted on the highway. They were closing in gradually, doing their best to hide from the Decepticon that they were following him, along with agents and real cops.

Barricade almost threw a fit of rage when his police radar, now adapted to spotting Cybertronians, detected the four Autobots coming up behind him. He’d be happy to take on one of them, or even two. He was no coward. But three of Prime’s lickspittle idiots, accompanied by Prime himself, was too much for him to handle, and in anger and desperation, he slammed the metal to the pedal to the other metal, accelerating on the highway with every intention of leaving them behind.

Bumblebee spotted Barricade up ahead, accelerating, and increased his own speed. The Decepticon had clearly worked out that he was being tracked. But Bumblebee’s Camerro form easily began to catch up with him, and soon enough he was driving side by side with the black and white mechanoid, “Give it up, Barricade!” he transmitted to the Decepticon in Cybertronian, “You can’t run forever!”

“I can fragging well TRY!” Barricade bellowed back at Bumblebee, and didn’t slow down even fractionally. What he did do, was swerve violently into the Camerro, almost knocking him off the road and into some railings, with every intention of turning him into scrap metal, “Back off, Auto-brat!” the Decepticon snarled viciously.

Bumblebee took the hit, and nearly drove right off the road, but managed to regain control just before he drove into a ditch, returning to pursuing Barricade. The other Autobots were right behind him, but with the second fastest at the moment being Ironhide, a bulky 4x4, the Camerro was really the one with the best chance of catching up with Barricade.

Barricade accelerated further. As a cop car, he was designed for speed and strength, especially when in comparison with other civilian vehicles. Furthermore, he had no intention of being captured by the Autobots and brought in as some sort of hostage so that they could bargain with other Decepticons. The problem was that he didn’t know how long he could outrun all four of them.

Unbeknownst to Barricade, up ahead, the human police were ready to intervene too. Just a little way up the road there was a roadblock waiting for him to drive over it. With Bumblebee right on his exhaust, the Decepticon wasn’t paying any attention to the road.

Less than ten seconds later, Barricade gave a scream of agony as three of his tires burst on the roadblock. He skidded 180 degrees to a noisy and painful halt. A quick transformation later, and he looked at his tires. They had been totally shredded. He’d be lucky if he could drive straight, let alone get away from these Autobot aftwads.

Bumblebee watched as the roadblock was pulled off the road, and continued to drive, soon catching up with the considerably slower Barricade. It was easy to catch up with him now, and he shouted to the bulky mech again, “You’re damaged and tired and alone, Barricade!” he yelled, “Just give it up!”

Barricade gave another snarl and started running in bipedal mode, even though he knew it would be impossible to shake off the Autobots now. After all, a giant robot wasn’t exactly difficult to spot on the road, and there was very little point transforming back into his Saleen Mustang form until his wheels could be repaired. And his wheels couldn’t be repaired until he’d shaken off the Autobots. Even in bipedal mode he couldn’t move at his regular speed thanks to his shredded tires.

Bumblebee was driving right next to the running Barricade, and the other Autobots weren’t far behind, and already catching up. Barricade abruptly stopped running and swung a fist at the yellow Camerro, “For frag’s sake, just leave me alone!” he bellowed. Maybe if he brutalised the small Autobot enough, his comrades would waste their time bringing him in for repairs.

Bumblebee swerved, dodging the blow, and transformed into bipedal mode, crouching down and bringing Barricade to the ground with a rugby tackle to the legs.

Barricade was brought to the ground with a roar of anger, but he didn’t stop fighting. In fact, he started hitting Bumblebee hard, trying to get on top of him so that he could forcibly introduce the Autobot’s head to the cement.

Bumblebee yelped, sensing pain all over the place, but it wasn’t as much as it could have been because Barricade’s technique was off. Probably a result of going over that roadblock. He tried to hold the Decepticon down, pinning him face-first to the road, until his team-mates caught up and gave him some help.

Ratchet was the next Autobot to catch up with Bumblebee, and he rapidly started to help the Camerro pin down Barricade, “Surrender, Barricade!” he shouted at the Decepticon, “You can’t beat us all! Not when you’re wounded and alone!”

“Get bent, Auto-scum!” Barricade shouted back at Ratchet, and still trying to fight them both off, “Like I’d ever give in to an Autobot!”

As the Decepticon struggled frantically against the two of them, Ironhide and Optimus Prime arrived and helped to hold him down. They only managed to hold him for a matter of seconds, but that was all the time Ratchet required to fire a stun-beam at the Saleen’s head. The Decepticon cursed, slumped, and offlined.

Ratchet sighed and shook his head, “Well, that took less time than I expected it to,” he said.

Bumblebee just gave a huge sigh and sat down on the edge of a small building, rubbing his sore head. He was by now quite worn out by the hits he had taken and the chase, “Yeah,” he said, “But I never expected Barricade to fight that hard.”

“Don’t you worry, Bumblebee,” Ratchet patted him on the shoulder and looking down at Barricade, “We’ll get this Decepticon scum back to the base. He won’t be able to hurt anybody while he’s having a time out in our cells.”

Bumblebee groaned, “You’re saying we’ve got to get him back to base? I just caught him, and now I’ve got to drag him back too?”

“No, of course not!” Ratchet started.

“That’s right,” Optimus Prime said, catching up with the two of them and followed by Ironhide, “Just load that ‘con into my trailer,” he advised Bumblebee, Ratchet and Ironhide, transforming into his trailer form, “I’ll carry him back to base.”

Between them, the three others Autobots soon loaded the offline Barricade into the back of Optimus Prime’s trailer, chaining him up so that he couldn’t escape should he wake up mid-journey. Then they set off again, heading back to base.

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When they got back to the base, the first thing Bumblebee did was return to his personal quarters. Once he had shared them with Jazz, but since the other Autobot had been deactivated in the battle against Megatron, Bumblebee now slept alone. Besides, it would take Optimus Prime another ten minutes to get back to the base with Barricade, and Ironhide was backing him up in the case of an emergency. Ratchet, meanwhile, was setting up the med-bay in case he’d be needed.

When Barricade was finally brought back to the base, he was loaded into a cell by Optimus Prime and Ironhide. The cell itself was specially designed to contain violent or dangerous Decepticons, and Barricade himself was gradually coming back online, cursing at the two Autobots in pain and rage as they pushed him into the cell.

“I suppose you both still think you’re the good guys, all noble and righteous!” he snapped at Optimus Prime and Ironhide, kicking at the cell walls and at the Autobots in an attempt to free himself. This cell reminded him of the many times he had been chained up and restrained against a bunk by Blackout and other Decepticons – not that he ever intended to tell the Autobot scum about that.

“It will be easier for us both if you just get into the cell, Barricade,” Optimus growled, still shoving at the Saleen Mustang. Between him and Ironhide, they managed to shackle Barricade down, even though the mech fought every chain, screaming obscenities – both Cybertronian and human - at them as he did so. Even after he was restrained and they left the cell, he continued to struggle.

Ratchet had just entered the cell block, and was standing outside the cell next to Optimus – Ironhide had already left, “It’s an ugly situation,” he said, “There’s a limit to what we can do with any Decepticon in captivity.”

“True,” Optimus agreed, “But this planet is safer with him in here, than having him on the loose.” The leader of the Autobots walked out calmly.

Ratchet continued to watch Barricade. Gradually the curses and obscenities quieted, and the Decepticon glared, lying still and staring at the ceiling above him unhappily. He refused to look at Ratchet, who was still standing outside the cell.

Ratchet considered this, and shook his head. Eventually, Barricade slipped into recharge, and Ratchet decided that it would be better to leave the cells. He didn’t see the Decepticon begin to struggle and cry out again, in the throes of a nightmare.

But every moment of it was captured on the camera that viewed Barricade’s cell.

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“Scared, darling?” a mocking voice asked Barricade. He jolted awake, only to find that he couldn’t move. He could feel cold hands moving brutally over him though. And he knew that voice.

“Where am I?” he raged, twisting against restraints.

“Open your optics. Idiot.”

“Keep away from me!” Barricade didn’t mean for his voice to sound pleading and terrified. But it did, all the same. He opened his optics. Back in his room. Lying on his bunk, chained down. He must have been dreaming. He began to thrash against the restraints frantically as he realised what they and the voice meant.

“Why should I?” Blackout laughed mockingly, “I own you. You’re my little whore. My sweet little whore. My precious little slave. My adorable little slut...” As he spoke, he trailed his hands over Barricade’s body, grasping at sensitive wires and armour plating, occasionally pulling hard on them and eliciting more screams of pain and humility from Barricade.

“No! No, I’m not! I’m not your whore! I’m not your slave! I’m not your slut!” Barricade screamed, still thrashing around.

“You’re not exactly in the best position to deny it,” Blackout laughed mockingly, pushing aside Barricade’s armour and feeling at more wires and joints.

“Stop!” Barricade cried out, and a choking sob escaped him despite his attempts to stifle the sound, “Please... please stop it...” he stared up at Blackout, who just smirked back.

“You’re my slave now,” Blackout laughed cruelly, and trailed a finger down Barricade’s cheek, “You do what I tell you to. Remember that.”

“I don’t want to...” Barricade murmured wretchedly.

“Fight it and you suffer more,” Blackout held up the remote as a symbolic threat rather than just a physical one. He smirked with satisfaction as Barricade fell silent, “You see? You’re my slave. Now. And forever.”

“I don’t want to...” It was much harder to say this time.

“We’ll see what you really want... whore...” Blackout kissed him on the lips lightly, then looked up, “Come on in, Starscream.”

“What?” Barricade turned his head and watched with increasing horror as the Second-In-Command, currently First-In-Command thanks to a distinct lack of Megatron, walked into the room, “No... NO!”

“Starscream found out what I was doing with you,” Blackout stated, “You didn’t even need to tell him.”

“Starscream! You’re in charge! Please stop this!” Barricade begged, terrified.

“Do you know what the deal was that I made with Blackout?” Starscream sneered, “I told him that provided I got to use you whenever I pleased, I wouldn’t prevent him from using you either. Share and share alike. Sounds like a fair enough deal to me.”

“No... Oh PRIMUS no!”

“Shut up and stop whining,” Starscream came closer, and his hand began to rummage between Barricade’s thighs, “Act like a real warrior.” He motioned for Blackout to come closer.

Blackout bent forward, and his hands twisted around one of Barricade’s doors, pulling at the armour savagely, “So, this is how it ends,” he hissed, twisting, “You’re nothing. Nothing but a toy. So much for your arrogance, Barricade.”

“No!” Barricade cried out again, fighting the touches, “No, it won’t end that way! Let go of me, Blackout! Stop touching me, both of you!”

Blackout promptly pressed the button on the remote with a horrible grin, and Barricade convulsed and screamed in agony, trying to keep his hands from trying to dig into his neck. Such an action would only make the pain worse. Not that it made any difference. With his hands chained to the bunk, there was nothing he could do. Nothing at all.

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it for both of you!” he screamed out, twisting in agony. When those words were released, the pain finally ceased, and he lay still, whimpering softly.

There were no more words from either of the other Decepticons. Blackout leant forward, muffling Barricade’s desperate cries with his lips. Starscream continued to molest him with his hands, grinning malevolently. Fighting it did nothing, it didn’t make them go away, and it didn’t free him from his restraints.

Barricade began screaming, as Starscream dug inside of him with clawed fingers. The two of them continued to play with their toy, often touching him, constantly humiliating him, occasionally laughing at him. Even when he ceased struggling, they continued. It was, after all, not about breaking him. It was because he was already their toy.

Finally, Barricade was thrown back to the floor by a laughing Starscream. There was Energon crackling from his bloody face, and there was lubricant smeared all over his chassis, both his own and that of his tormentors.

What with the situation he was in now, Barricade felt as if he might start screaming – and never stop.

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