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Monster	By : glasseyeviolet Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > FemmeSlash - F/F Views: 1790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I do not own Transformers nor am I getting paid.
Warnings: Non consensual oral, gore, sensory deprivation, Swindle wanting to film a porno, horrible grammar, language and revenge.
Again I am not a fan of rape, it is not delicious, it is only to create a disturbed character that poor character being Glyph.
I apologize for the grammar, I tried to get all of the mistakes but there are several of them in there. If you are not a fan of a femme with a cord then this is not a story for you. Because for them being asexual beings I can see femmes with both a port and a cord.
Character wise I did terrible, I am sorry for butchering their personalities.
Song chapter inspiration: Cells by The Servants (Better known as the Sin City theme song.)

Chapter 3
Sound
“I may be able to give ya it under one condition.”
Blackarachnia snarled, that gaped tooth slagger thought he could rattle her? Lockdown has another thing coming if he thinks that she would bow to his disgusting whims. She drummed her fingers against the expansive platinum keyboard eyeing him wearily.
With a smirk the bounty hunter leaned back in his chair staring through the monitor with something akin to amusement. Really? Did that technoorganic think he would frag her? “Look itsy bitchy spider I am not one for fragging your kind. I have a nice little ninja bot in the back for that.” Locked up that is.
The femme scientist grumbled to herself shaking her helm in revulsion. “Stop thinking so highly of yourself Lockdown. I would never touch your disgusting frame.”
He chuckled at the femme’s blatant lie; it was so painfully obvious she wouldn’t mind getting in the berth with the bounty hunter. She can keep on denying it but he couldn’t help that his good looks and charms wooed everyone.
Except for Prowl that little slagger, he will have to spank him later for being such an impenitent aft.
“Lockdown what do you want!?” why did she call him? Oh right, because Swindle would be an even worse contact. She hated both of them with an intense burning passion. All she wanted to do is get the CNA replicator work and Lockdown has that part.
The bounty hunter pumped his mismatched servos a gesture to calm Blackarachnia down. It wasn’t working.
“I want something useful, unique, a weapon would be preferred.” He purred scratching the hook against his chin enticing another groan from Blackarachnia. Where the slag would she get a weapon like that?
Then it hit her, the minibot is bound to have some type of hidden weapon. All minibots, knowing or not, had a weapon programmed into their frames in case of something traumatic happened. With an oily grin to match that of Lockdown’s she hissed “I have your weapon. Meet me on the planet Quaser sector in 2 joors.”
Lockdown’s toothy grin appeared “hmmm before you switch off we should discuss what type of weapon it is then perhaps?” he rubbed his servo against the hook red optics gleaming. Blackarachnia dusted miniscule fragments from her armor indifferently.
“You will get your weapon Lockdown. I may throw in a…Certain video that you and Swindle may enjoy.”
Who said she wasn’t malicious? She wanted that CNA replicator and she will get it no matter the cost. Slipstream wanted to torture the rock scientist why not torture her further by humiliating the minibot?
The thought made her lips purse “You may prefer ninja bots, but you seem like a mech who is interested in some femme on femme action I suppose?”
At this Lockdown’s optics widened his maw agape in surprise then laughed at the femme’s offer. “Hah! You and fly girl? The flier wouldn’t be bad but you in it I-“
Miffed would be an understatement when Blackarachnia slammed a fist down onto the monitor system crunching the metal beneath it. “You idiot! Not ME…”
She took a large intake to settle her rattled systems. When that ugly buffoon gets here the first thing she would do is strangle him for his obvious stupidity.
Lockdown growled back twitching a claw in response “than who?”
Fingers glided over the keyboard that thankfully she did not demolish, sending a data packet to the bounty hunter who grinned lecherously. “Oh ho…How did you come across this little number?” she wasn’t exactly a ninja bot but she did have a nice frame. He twisted his tattooed face into a thoughtful look before glancing back at the techno organic.
“Swindle can probably sell the shit out of some femme on femme action. Especially if it’s a captive Autobot, and a minibot too.” Rubbing his maw in contemplation the scientist awaited his answer impatiently. “Do we have a deal?”
Another set of thrusters clicked against the ground and stopped suddenly when she saw the bounty hunter on the screen. “Who is this?” the hiss went unanswered when Lockdown folded a hand over his hook. “You have a deal, just make sure it is ready by the solar cycle alright? I don’t want something cheap understand? I may bring Swindle along to direct it.”
Oh slag he better not be serious, Blackarachnia groaned at that “fine, make sure to bring a recording device.” Her optics narrowed when she leaned against the monitor appendages on her back raised in warning. “If you do not give that CNA replicator I will make sure that the little ninja bot will have to clean up your spare parts.”
Lockdown chuckled shaking his helm “whatever you say techno organic. I want good quality or Swindle won’t sell it. Lockdown out.”
The monitor switched off with a buzz of static. Instantly the elated scientist turned around to face the looming flier who seemed to be in an utterly foul mood.
Hm, maybe this might cheer her up.
Blackarachnia smirked rubbing a single claw down Slipstream’s chassis where greenish teal paint flaked off. “I have a favor to ask of you…”
oOoOoOo
Her processor churned when she took another grating tug at the solidified walls. Optics now honing on her only way out into the open skies that she took for grant it.
She concluded, while taking another grueling pull, that this used to be a volcano now dormant after several centuries. The coloring also revealed that this volcano not only spewed lava it gave out a toxic like gas that could destroy a living organism but only rust a robotic being.
Glyph would have loved to have done more studies…If she was not held hostage in this day in time. It made her feel ill to think that this may be the only rock formation she will ever collect data for. And for who though? For those disgusting, insane, Decepticons?
With a heavy intake, a whirr of her stuttering engine she tugged again with her good arm. The other lollygagging at her side idly swaying back in forth, pulling extra wires from the socket circuit as she continued her climb. Glyph had to bear it, she would not allow that…That monster to take a hold of her.
She only had 30.3 feet to go, condensation built up in her wheezing systems every time she pulled. It allowed her heels to stick into the crevices in order to climb it without slipping down. She thanked this planet for creating little pockets for her to grab onto.
An unusual noise made her halt in her tracks to freedom. Voices echoed through the volcano’s chute, she turned off her vocalizer not wanting to direct their attention on her.
“Well where is she?!” one voice shouted, it sounded like the techno organic from the hissing crackling vocoder. Glyph hid behind a stalagmite cutting off her optical sensory input dimming them slightly.
The sound of thrusters made her tremble against the dispersed rock. She held on tightly to the place against the circular cove desperately quieting down her quaking frame.
It was only a matter of time that she would be found, and it did not even take but just a nano second. A hand grabbed her around the waist tugging her away from the rock edge pulling her down. She rebooted her vocalizer emitting a static filled scream when her frame jarred against the ground when Slipstream dropped her.
A loud resounding crunch made her cry out again her processor determining the ailment to be in her lower pede. It indicated that the tubing inside her chassis is bent at a painful angle making it harder for her stabilize energon. Her intakes rattled from the dust collecting into her tank when she coughed up energon phlegm.
Slipstream grimaced, only two feet and the minibot already broke something? She folded her arms “I get a bonus for this correct?”
Glyph rebooted her optics again the focal point narrowing to clear the static out. Her optics widened in terror at clearly seeing the large, mismatched mech with a smarmy grin on his tattoed features.
She tried to muffle her whimpering vocalizer when the mech strode up to her looming over her. “Gonna fix ya up kid. Don’t want you to be broken for the camera. Mechs pay money for a femme that actually does something.”
Paralyzed with fear, she could come up with many reasons to why they were using a camera. She lived a sheltered life but she was no fool; she had heard about the rising shareware industry where femme and mechs were exploited into interfacing in front of a recording device.
This truly terrified her, but deep down in her spark she begrudgingly hoped that somebot would actually watch and come save her.
Then a wild thought occurred to her, she had learned it so long ago she hoped that she remembered all the code. She could use Cybertronian Morse code in order for her to reach the perverse audience. The Elite Guard must be searching for her by now! She could use this, disgusting act, to her advantage.
Lockdown hummed, his engines rubbing against her chassis when he fixed the tubing gingerly. The pain she had felt earlier was replaced with sheer determination. Glyph had to be cautious though, if anyone caught on then she would be put into the smelter.
Well, that sounded a lot better than being forced to be a sex slave for that malicious femme.
Ugh, she didn’t like this mech either, just as pitiful and gross no matter of his unmarked frame he is still the enemy. And she would prefer him not to linger around her rotary cuffs for too long either.
Wincing when the first wire is plugged in she felt a pop of the rotary connecting with her shoulder armor. She froze, the pain lancing through her system faster than the fall. When she tried to cry out her pede had been relocated in its’ proper place sending the minibot into hysterics.
“Aw quit your whining. Gah. This is why I don’t like minibots. Annoying, obnoxious…” Mumbling to himself the bounty hunter finished the patch job (which is quite good actually) and went around to set up the recording camera’s angle.
Her optics flickered, she pushed up on her good arm grimacing from the intense pain searing through her side. She took a few shallow intakes to clear out her static filled vocoder.
Helm spun when she got up on her pedes grunting when she fell down on her knee joints. She tried to force her frame again to operate on command sending another signal to her pedes to fragging get up.
Another heaving effort had her back on her pedes but the victory was cut short when the large flier grabbed her menacingly biting her neck cables.
Glyph struggled trying to push the offender away but Slipstream did not tolerate her blatant fear. She drifted her finger over the control button of the collar, earning her an angry growl from a new mech with a loud yellow frame.
“No no no! This will not do! You cannot have her complacent we need struggle! If we are going to sell this I want to be at least half way decent.” Feline like purple optics blinked over at Lockdown who just grumbled.
“I am not selling shit, Lockdown. I sell the top notch, and these two are not showing anything worth watching.” He meandered over to Slipstream who was about to strangle the bot.
Glyph watched observantly, staying still when the salesmech begun to ramble on about the delight of a willing partner in pornography. She only narrowed her optics when he pulled her away from the femme (which said femme is heating up her null rays.) The yellow mech’s charismatic smirk made the scientist feel absolutely nervous.
“So kid here is the deal, try to act at being the most pleasant little pleasure drone ever. I am telling ya kid it will make you a star. Of course I get 90 percent of those profits including all merchandise sales.” He rubbed his hands together deliciously thinking of all the credits that would be poured onto his greasy servos.
Glyph paused for a moment lowering her vocoder “if you sale this to the Autobot Elite…” she started capturing the salesmech’s attention for a moment. She would have to think on this, she had never haggled before for her life. That is her only option besides never seeing her friends again.
She may be shamed forever, but at least she could work in her labs privately. They would understand her plight, she hoped.
“They would pay you more than what you’re asking from scummy bots.” Swindle rubbed his chin thoughtfully, smiling for a moment before narrowing his optics. “Sounds good, however I know for a fact I would be incarcerated for distributing such illegal merchandise.” Grabbing Glyph’s face he squeezed it gently.
“Listen, you little two bit pleasure drone. I have been in this business for a long time. I make the calls, I give out the prices, but if you mention that I was the one who sold this to one of your elite friends I will make sure that your parts are sold all over the galaxy. Got it?”
Optics widened in response as she nodded her helm slowly. The charismatic bot patted her shoulder guard smiling and pushing her back towards the flier wings trembling in irritated fury.
“Alright ladies! I don’t have all solar cycle so make this quick. I want this to be spicy and raw. Also make sure you get a close up of their lips and ports, Lockdown.”
The mech grumbled again messing around with the camera turning it on. “Alright, get into your positions. No! You stupid minibot right there next to Slipstream! Yes now Slipstream touch her as much as possible. We want your captive to enjoy it!”
Glyph wanted to purge at the statement, enjoy it? Never.
Slipstream, burning that fragger with her optics, grabbed the minibot closing the space in between them. A squeak emitted from her vocalizer when the flier begun to ghost her fingers over her chassis.
“Yea, oh yea make sure to tease her Slipstream. Love the face minibot, I can already see your name in the headlines! The credits will be overflowing, well to me of course.”
She ignored the charismatic salesmech, to block everything out and just do whatever Slipstream wanted.
Glyph moaned a little, a bit forced, but still legitimate for this. She lifted her servos wearily running them down the smooth hip plating around the flexors imitating what Slipstream had done before. She hated to, emulate her, but pleasuring somebot is not in her nature.
The response is granted when the flier’s engine sputtered causing her to flex her fingers around the shoulder plating. Glyph mewled when Slipstream’s claw dug into a sore seam.
“Oh yes that is good! Lockdown get closer!” she could hear heavy footsteps beside her when she begun to clumsily move around the flier’s frame. What is she supposed to do? Lick?
Okay, maybe she could try it, anything for her to gain freedom. Her glossa flicked out trailing around the flier’s hip flexors. She glided it along certain wires igniting another groan from the flier who shook from the pleasure filled shock.
Her glossa flickered in between wires tasting the fumes of energon. Without her sense of smell she was unable to decipher what type. Gliding it around her thigh plating the seeker moaned, her wings fluttering from the electrical pulses.
A click made her glance up from where she knelt optics widening when she stared at the port and a long, erect, jagged cord.
“Oh yes! Yes! Suck her slowly minibot! Don’t rush it.”
Oh she won’t rush it alright.
She had no idea what to do with it in all honesty. She glanced over towards the salesmech to answer her inquiry but to her dismay Swindle approved her ‘doe in the headlights’ look. Glyph had read about interface anatomy but she never acted on such a thing even on herself.
Glyph squirmed uncomfortably earning a hiss from the flier who impatiently pried open her mouth. “Suck it you whore.” Crying out when her mouth had been shoved onto the slick object maliciously. The cord had pushed itself down her throat tubing making her choke on the tip of the cord.
Slipstream grabbed the top of her helm cruelly pulling her helm away then slamming it back onto her thick cord.
“Get that shot Lockdown! Yea right there!” the recording device had been shoved into her face. She cried out again when the cord grated against her throat tubing. Her jaw joint became slack when Slipstream kept a steady slow pace.
Instantly her optics begun to flicker in Morse code she prayed that the burly white mech did not understand it. If he did then she would be dead, and not by his hands.
“Oh ho ho! Yessir this is gonna get bucks! How much to sell it for…”
She tried to open her mouth more but it could only go so far. Her joints became sore sitting in such an awkward position. Slipstream continued unfazed by the minibot’s discomfort, delighting in her own pleasure.
A chilling dread spread over her frame when she could feel the flier stiffening. Her frame tensed as well when fluid spilled down into her throat tubing sticking to her circuitry.
“Aha! Perfect! Keep going at it ladies, I heard the credits calling.”
She felt disoriented, her optics relays focused on the blurry lines of claws removing her face from the slick cord. Purple liquids dribbled down her mouth cascading onto her scratched frame.
Slipstream’s claws slid up to her audial nubs. Experimentally probing them, sliding around the circular nubs in turn making the minibot shudder under the touch.
A smirk crossed her face when she ran the claw around the top, the minibot responded with a whimper trying to pull away. The flier only tugged back rubbing the audial nubs tenderly creating sparks around the rims.
This is strange? When did her audial nubs do that? Even the minibot is oblivious of what is happening. Her optics half lidded the blue fading slightly from the lust evading her battling processor. She slipped the finger around the tip igniting what was like an electrical pulse, she yelped when her own audial sensors begun to burn from the stinging noise.
“AGH! Make it stop! Come on!” it seems she wasn’t the only one affected. Well then, it does go along with her sensory theory, why not take away another thing she does not need.
Grating her denta she grabbed both audial nubs when they emitted a pulse much stronger. Her claws scratched at the plating earning a cry from the whimpering minibot. She tugged once wires pulling away igniting another traumatic howl.
Energon seeped from the broken audial nubs that quieted their white noise. Glyph sat shaking holding onto her helm digging into the holes of her former audial nubs. She fearfully realized the part of her processor that produced sound had been cut off.
She could not hear a thing, their mouths moved but no sound emitted from them.
She screamed, she kept screaming at the bubbling rage she felt towards the seeker. Glyph grabbed her helm shrieking into the ground trying to hear something, anything.
“Make sure to edit that out Lockdown now it is getting to gory. Heh.” Waving his hand he patted Lockdown on the back who growled in response. “Not yer handy mech Swindle. Besides, I came here for those audial nubs.”
They would be worth more than this cheap porno.
Lockdown’s gaze watched the femme roll around on the floor as if she had cosmic rust. The harrowing sound made him grimace at how annoying it is. Grabbing the audial nubs from Slipstream she growled in warning but he only shrugged.
“Just doing business with ya, gorgeous.” Cutting off one of his optics to wink Slipstream flicked her wings folding her arms. “What do I get out of this?” she kicked the shrieking minibot for emphasis.
Lockdown grunted shrugging his shoulder plating “how the hell should I know? Your partner didn’t specify.”
Slipstream’s optics narrowed, how dare that hussy! She cheated her out of some credits! Clenching her fists the two mechs were already leaving with their equipment talking about the title of their little porn flick.
Blackarachnia will pay dearly for what she has done. She will make sure that little CNA machine of hers explodes. That techno organic will end up worse than her minibot.
She stalked out of the room ignoring the screams of the minibot. The flier had something more important to take care of, a certain tramp infused with an organic insect.
“NO! No I want to go home! I want to go home! Please I want my audial nubs! I can’t hear I can’t hear.” Glyph cried out scratching her holes of her audial nubs repeatedly. She felt like a blabbering mess, she kept talking despite not being able to hear herself. She screamed, and she kept screaming until she felt her vocalizer shorted out from the use.
She had no idea how long she had been screaming for. It seemed for joors, her screams descending into cries moving on to soft whimpers. Her spark ached from the humiliation, pain, the loss of something she needed. How would she know when the Elite guard will get here? Or when that malicious flier came around?
Somberly her frame melted onto the floor curling around herself to protect her disgusting frame.
“...I will never hear again…” her vocoder forced out, her processor typing the words in front of her optical systems to instruct her what to say. She had to think of something positive, and was glad that she had installed the program to allow her to focus on the words.
However it wasn’t the same as actually hearing the noises.
She curled in on herself more, feeling putrid and alone. She couldn’t smell herself either; she probably reeked of interface liquids alongside burnt wires.
“…Sorry, to whomever I have done wrong to…” she spoke again clearly not sure to whom.
Glyph heavily sighed through her whimpering intakes trying to rest her dizzy processor. The quiet will never be the salvation she could settle in ever again.
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