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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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Anticipation

“A little tighter Brawl,” Swindle snickered.

Grinning sadistically, the bigger mech ratcheted the straps a little further. His snickers increased as the slave groaned in agony. Stepping back, he enjoyed looking at their ‘creative art’ that they’d set up on the rec deck. The blue and white slave was spread, with all four limbs being bound by separate straps. They’d ratcheted them so tightly, that his legs were spread so far apart his linkages were strained to their max. They’d positioned him so that he was in the middle of the rec deck, for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

“Ah, he doesn’t look comfortable enough,” Swindle snickered. Coming up behind the helpless mech, he casually reached up between his splayed legs and unlatched his codpiece.

“Hmmm, I think I’ll test out our ‘art project’ first,” Brawl said as he unlatched his own. Standing in front of the helpless slave, he roughly took his lips, just as he thrust his circuits deeply within him. At the same time, Swindle got a gleam in his optics as he slid the electric prod between the slave’s shoulder plates. They both enjoyed the slave’s screams of total agony as Brawl released his bleeding lips and surged his energy load into him at the same time that Swindle activated the prod.

The slave writhed and screamed in agony, until they finally satiated themselves on him. They left him hanging limply there; the torture prod leaned up against him for the next cons that might come in.

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“You owed me a thousand creds on this contract,” Hunter stated flatly. Her swirling optics became more crimson than amber as she narrowed them.

“You took too long, we give you seven-fifty,” Starscream growled, throwing them at her.

In the blink of an optic, the enraged bounty hunter had grabbed him by his throat and slammed him up against the wall. The other cons in attendance, grinned devilishly at each other as not a one lifting a finger to assist their comrade. Megatron even turned around, considering briefly if he should stop the deadly hunter – or enjoy the show. Deciding that he’d rather enjoy seeing the insubordinate Seeker’s aft wiped all around the room; he crossed his arms and simply leaned against the wall in order to watch the two Seekers’ little ‘disagreement’.

“Get off me you pathetic piece of slag!” the red Seeker screamed as he made futile attempts to break her vise-like grip. She was as tall as him and of equal strength, so with her better angle of leverage, there was no way he could escape her grasp.

“Now, I want my thousand creds plus two-hundred-and-fifty more,” she growled, her optics now pure crimson.

“Plus two-hundred-and-fifty?! You’ve got a freagin’ glitch you whore!” Starscream growled.

“Megatron, how much would you pay me to torture this prick for fun - for say – three astrohours?” Hunter said in her most seductive tone as she glanced at the powerful gray con. She knew very well the love-hate relationship between these two particular cons, and considering none of the other cons really liked the annoying red Seeker, she knew none of them would interfere. In fact, if that jeep Swindle was here, they’d be laying bets on just how much of the bounty hunter’s ‘fun’ the red Seeker could take before he started begging for mercy. Such loyalty between comrades….

Megatron couldn’t help but snicker with a sadistic gleam in his optics. He had paid this bounty hunter on numerous occasions to extract information from prisoners, and she had such a ‘beautiful’ flare for torture… He had really hoped to convince her to join his ranks, but perhaps it was a good thing she preferred working alone. He’d hate to have to keep an optic on her as well as Starscream, and something about Hunter told him that’d be a possibility. Yes, purchasing her ‘loyalty’ for specific missions was a much more suitable relationship to have with the arrogant Seeker, kept her at a safe distance. He couldn’t help but find the thought of watching her ‘have a little fun’ with the red Seeker – slightly amusing. Glancing around the room at the other cons, he could tell from the gleam in their optics, that they would more than enjoy the show as well.. “Oh, at least two-hundred-and-fifty, as long as you make sure he matches his name..” he said in a threatening tone, making sure the silver-tipped Seeker knew she’d better make him scream to his satisfaction.

“Megatron no! I’m your best officer… I’ll do anything you say… Please Megatron!” Starscream began to beg as he saw the sadistic bounty hunter’s optics begin to gleam in anticipation. As she began to wiggle her fingers under his side seam, his optics widened in fear. He’d seen her on enough occasions to know that if she got under a mech’s armor she could shoot pure agony through their circuits. “I’ll give you three hundred, out of my own pay! Please stop!” he cried.

Thundercracker snickered, he loved to watch the hunter when she tortured, and he had no love lost for the obnoxious, arrogant Seeker. “I’ll add fifty to Megatron’s,” he offered, his optics gleaming in mischief.

And so it went, until finally, Starscream coughed up another thousand in order to bribe the bounty hunter into relenting. As she released him, he glared at her as he handed her the two thousand credits she was now owed. “I will off line you one day for that,” he threatened.

Hunter merely shrugged her gleaming silver wings, “Perhaps, unless someone puts a bounty on your aft that I decide to collect.” Her optics spoke of her desire for such a contract.

He glared at her back as she left the room, trying to ignore all the snickers and insults coming from his comrades.. He would really enjoy killing that bounty hunter one day…

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Wandering to the Decepticons’ rec deck, Hunter’s sharp optics took note of the scene as she entered. They had her favorite slave, bound and spread eagled in the center of the deck, his hoarse screams resonating throughout the entire level. They were taking turns raping him as others were sticking the electric prod into various seams of his armor, lighting up his nets just as their comrade’s blew their pent up energy into him. His screams and writhing were getting weaker by the moment. From the pool of energon on the floor, they’d been at the game for several hours now.

Dispassionately, she walked by and sat at her normal table next to Onslaught. Joking and insulting in her normal routine even as the slave she had promised to take as ‘bond mate’ became so weak that he barely whimpered from the pain. As the cons got bored with the game since he no longer had the energy or will to react, they cut him down. Long Haul cursing as he was ordered to throw the slave into his cell to recover.

“Bring him over here instead,” Hunter ordered, not even lifting her optics from her cards. Long Haul shrugged at Motor Master and casually tossed the weakly groaning slave at the bounty hunter’s thrusters. Casually, she propped her thrusters onto his curled up side and continued playing cards for a while longer. Not even seeming to even notice the slave under them.

“So, what do you want with him?” Hook asked casually as he gathered the pile of chips that he’d just won.

She looked down as if she just remembered that it was a living mech she was using as a footstool. “Oh, who captured him?” she asked dismissively. Grabbing all the cards, she began to shuffle the deck as was her normal routine.

Hook leaned back and studied her; for the bounty hunter never did or asked anything unless it pertained to a contract she was working on. But since it was one of his mechs who’d caught the mech, he’d be able to make a deal on him if someone was interested in purchasing him. “Scrapper did, so why are you interested?”

Dealing the cards, she glanced up at him. “How much?” she simply asked.

“Depends, tell me why you want him,” Hook said levely. He liked to know what the dangerous bounty hunter was up to.

“Bait,” she said as she shrugged. Finishing with the dealing, she set the stack next to her and lifted her hand to study it.

Hook and Onslaught nodded at each other. It sounded feasible that the bounty hunter had gotten another secret contract from Megatron and needed ‘bait’ for a particular Autobot. They’d more than likely win a portion of it with their gambling after she earned it, so it was worthwhile to sacrifice their current toy for the cause.

“Two-fifty,” Hook stated.

Hunter’s optic ridges went up slightly. “High price for a mech who can’t even walk… One-fifty.”

“You need bait,” the Constructicon reminded her.

She shrugged, tossing a couple cards down and picking a few new ones up, “I can get bait cheaper from the Insecticons. I’m not particular.”

She was a hard negotiator, since Hook knew that the Insecticons had several slaves she could choose from. Glancing down at the slave lying still on the floor, Hook could tell from experience that he’d need a significant amount of repairs to be fully mobile again. “Two-hundred,” he stated.

She looked up at him, her swirling optics studying him. That’s probably as far down as he’d go. She’d waste fifty in energon cubes just flying to the Insecticons and Hook was conniving enough to have already considered that fact. This slave was on hand already, so she wouldn’t have to waste any energy in transporting. “Deal,” she replied, and slid the proper amount of chips to the Constructicon.

Without seeming to even think about it, she opened one of her side bays and extracted a small energon cube. Without even glancing down, she dropped the cube on the floor next to the slave. “Drink,” she ordered. Returning to the card game, she pointedly ignored the slave as he struggled to grab the cube with the one arm that was still working.

Mirage felt a strange sort of elation flow through him as he heard the bounty hunter make the deal to purchase him. He’d waited for her to come back from her mission for dozens of day cycles. Both dread and excitement flowed through him equally as he had considered the deal he had made with her. He would be bound even more tightly to her than he would as a slave, which was terrifying. But he would no longer have to endure the endless torture and degradation that was his current life. He couldn’t go back to the Autobots now, or ever. So the best thing he could hope for was that she wouldn’t treat him too terribly as her bond mate.

From the sadistic torture he’d endured for the last few astrohours, the linkages in three of his limbs were shot. This made it impossible for him to walk or even move much. So even though he was thankful when she dropped the small energon cube down in front of him, it was almost impossible for him to drink it. But he knew she wouldn’t help him in front of all the Decepticons, and he really didn’t know if she’d even help him in private.. So, ignoring the pain screaming through him, he finally managed to snag the cube with his one working arm. While he could prop his torso up with the one arm, he couldn’t do that and lift the cube to his lips at the same time. He ended up having to lap the energon up like a cyberfox. But he did manage to consume most of it without spilling it all. Lying back down, he tried to relax as she used him for a footstool while she continued to play cards for the next few astrohours.

The warmth from the energon is his core began to radiate through his systems. His internal repair systems began to slowly work on his stressed and leaking bearings. He knew from experience that it would be days before he was halfway functional from the amount of damage his systems would have to work on, and weeks before he was fully functional. Looking down at his left hand, and the precise cut on that wrist, he knew he still wouldn’t be fully functional. Hook had stripped him of his ability to cloak, by stripping him of the net that controlled the chip. Only with outside repairs would he ever regain that ability. Sighing, he relaxed as he stayed curled in a ball. The thrusters resting on top of him seemed almost comforting. He was hers now; both in ownership and by his personal oath. He just prayed to Primus that she’d be decent towards him…

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