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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Facing Death

“I want those whores found!” Megatron shrieked as he glared at the Decepticons. “You are pathetic! Letting a bunch of unarmed hookers tromp all over you! How dare you even call yourselves Decepticons!” he growled as he punched the nearest of the cowering warriors.

Blitzwing hit the ground in a cloud of dust, his busted lip already beginning to drip energon. “But Megatron, we’re too big to get into those mines!” he whined as he cowered on the ground.

“That is, if they’re even still hiding in those mines,” Hook added. He had a sneaking suspicion that those devious prostitutes were hiding right under their olfactory sensors. Over the eons, he’d done a lot of ‘business’ with hookers, and he knew just how street smart they could be.

“I don’t care where they are! We don’t leave until they’re found. And if they’re not, I’ll start punishing you infidels one-by-one. Do you understand me? You pathetic fools!” Megatron glared as he scanned the pathetic group that he called ‘warriors’. Turning back around, he stormed back into the ship.

Blitzwing painfully picked himself up off the ground, dusting himself off even as he wiping the energon from his face. “Sloggers, is he pissed this time or what?” he griped.

“Only because this idiot put his lusts in front of his duty!” Scrapper growled as he hit LongHaul as hard as he could.

LongHaul staggered against the ship, putting his arms up in defense. “Hey, the freagin’ bitches pulled one over on Rumble and Frenzy as well!” he stammered in his own defense.

Starscream aimed his null rays at the three of them. “That’s because you pathetic pieces of slag can’t keep your freagin’ codpieces latched long enough to do your jobs!” he growled. Many other cons agreed fully with his insult.

“We need to quit fighting amongst ourselves and fraggin’ concentrate on our mutual problem,” Hook said. He looked down his olfactory sensor at the other Decepticons, disgusted with their sparkling-like behavior.

“You do have a point, Hook,” Onslaught said. Thinking for a moment, he glanced over at Swindle. “Do you think we could bribe the worthless garbage mechs into talking?” he asked the jeep.

Swindle rubbed his hands nervously together as he considered the suggestion. “Umm, ya, for a couple of credits they’d turn their own brother in,” he answered.

“Kind’ve like you, huh?” Thundercracker insulted. His red optics gleamed as he scanned the Combaticon. There’d never been much love lost between the Seekers and them.

Skywarp snickered and elbowed his wing mate. “Takes one to know one, don’t you think?”

Glaring up at the two tall Seekers, Swindle didn’t argue – since they were absolutely right. He merely shrugged his agreement. What was life all about? Except for advancing yourself financially, there wasn’t much else of worth as far as he was concerned.

Onslaught looked down at the jeep, his red optics narrowing. “You’ve got three astrohours to get the information we need. Or we’ll make bets on how much rape your aft can take,” he growled as he threatened his fellow gestalt member. If you didn’t threaten them, nothing would ever get done. So Onslaught had learned to come up with very creative – and painful – punishments for failures.

At this, all his fellow cons began to snicker their agreement. With the exception of Swindle, since he knew that it wasn’t an empty threat in the least. Transforming he drove away from the ship as fast as his tires could take him.

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Swindle threw the hideous garbage mech down in front of the cons. “His buddy’s all agreed that this slogger knows all of the dancers real well,” he told the group.

“Oh really?” Starscream snickered. Kicking the ghastly mech hard, he then stomped down on the mech’s only remaining door wing. “You’ve got to be the most hideous piece of slag I’ve ever had the misfortune to lay optics on!” he growled.

Terrified, Droct lifted his head and looked up at the tall red Seeker. He hadn’t believed it, when the jeep had ripped into his shack and grabbed him. He hadn’t believed that the other male garbage mechs had hated him so much that they’d quickly pointed the con in his direction. There was only one day cycle left before Bumblebee should return…. Just one day cycle! And here he was, captured by the cons… Tears filled his optics, for he doubted he’d survive long enough for his bond mate to rescue him.

But he had to try something.. Maybe he could talk his way outt’ve this? “But what do you want from me? I haven’t done anything!” he gasped as he looked at those harsh red optics surrounding him.

Leaning down, Starscream grabbed his door wing and casually ripped it off. All the cons enjoying Droct’s scream of agony. “You freagin’ pathetic Autobot friend! You disgust us by your mere functioning!” he grabbed the whimpering mech and tossed him to Bonecrusher.

The big Constructicon snickered as he squeezed his fingers into Droct’s damaged back armor, the smaller mech writhing in agony. He always enjoyed another’s pain like this, and group torture of a captive was always fun.

Onslaught stepped in front of him, forcing Droct’s face up with a rough hand on his facemask. “Tell us where those whores are, and where that decoration of ours is – and we might let you continue to function,” he said. His voice was low and threatening as his harsh crimson optics locked onto Droct’s.

Gasping from pain, Droct looked at him in pure terror. He couldn’t tell them anything, but he truly sucked at lying. Perhaps a partial truth then? “Why would I help Autobots? They’re the freagers who made me look like this! I just work for the miners, finding the stuff you mechs want.. That’s all I do, I swear!” He screamed again as the big mech who held him, twisted his fingers in the exposed circuits on his back.

Onslaught wouldn’t let him move his head, even as he writhed in agony. His sharp mind watched the garbage mech for any sign that he was lying. Something told him that the mech wasn’t being fully honest, he was hiding something. “You know, I think Rumble and Frenzy need a little action, don’t you think so Starscream?” he snickered as he looked over at the Air Commander.

Starscream locked optics with him, an evil grin spreading across his face. He did love to watch a good rape. “Why yes, I think the little bastards need to give this hideous freak a little lovin’.” Of course HE wasn’t about to stick his own circuits into something as hideous as this mech. But it would be very funny to diss those two mechs about doing it; even though he was the one ordering them too.

Rumble and Frenzy looked at each other, absolute revulsion in their optics. “You’ve got to be freagin’ kidding! I’m not going to stick my circuits in that ugly piece of slag!” Rumble griped. Frenzy nodded in agreement and crossed his arms.

Starscream glowered at the two. “You’re the little rust buckets who couldn’t keep your codpieces latched and lost your weapons because of it! Perhaps we should rape you two instead. Give you a little punishment?” he threatened.

Looking at the grinning faces of two dozen bigger cons as they scanned their small chassis over with interest, the two brothers looked at each other nervously. They knew they either had to rape the hideous garbage mech, or get raped themselves. Sloggers, wasn’t a good thought either way. “Throw the slogger on the ground, we’ll freagin’ do him,” Frenzy grumbled; Still not liking this decision in the least.

Bonecrusher tossed the whimpering garbage mech onto the ground. Wildrider and Drag Strip picked him up and held him up from either side. “You know, I hear you little afts like to do a mech together. Why don’t you show us how it’s done?” Drag Strip said. He grinned at his fellow Stunticon, for this could be highly entertaining to say the least!

All the other watching cons nodded in agreement. This could be interesting to watch.

Frenzy and Rumble glared at each other, knowing that this idea meant that neither one of them could force the other one to do the hideous mech first. “Damnit, this sucks!” Rumble griped under his breath as he unlatched his codpiece.

Frenzy merely nodded in agreement as he unlatched his.

Weakly, Droct glanced up. He didn’t like the prospect of being raped at all, but when he realized who the tall Seeker had ordered to do the deed – it was hard to keep the terrified look on his face. Silently, he thanked Cliffjumper for convincing him to ‘slightly modify’ these two cons bonding circuits’. He’d actually been a little sad that he’d cause another mech some grief, but now, faced with this situation – he was actually glad that he’d done it. For this would actually be more entertaining for him to watch – than for the cons. Forcing himself to tremble ‘in fear’, Droct anticipated the coming fireworks.

Keeping the mech still between them, the two Stunticons grinned in anticipation of his screams, ripping Droct’s codpiece off – they prepared the mech for Rumble and Frenzy. Holding the trembling mech roughly so that he couldn’t escape, they joined in the cons’ snickering.

Approaching the trembling captive from both the front and behind, the two small cons nodded at each other. They liked to thrust their circuits in at exactly the same time during one of these two-on-one rapes, made the victim’s screams even that more intense. So silently timing it together, they grabbed Droct’s shoulders and thrust their hips into his. Loud bangs were heard, and the two stunned cons were hurled through the air by the force of the electrical concussion. They hit the ground writhing in agony, as smoke poured from the exposed circuitry at their crotches.

Droct was barely able to keep a straight face as his olfactory sensors picked up the fumes of fried wiring. Yep, the little ‘rewiring’ job he had done to the pair had produced more of a bang than he had thought it would. A wave of satisfaction rolled through him. He sure wished that Bee and Cliffjumper could’ve seen it! Lost in his thoughts, he was rudely brought back into reality as Drag Strip punched him hard in his abdominal armor, causing him to slump to the ground.

Suddenly, he was picked up and hurled through the air, slamming hard against the side of the con ship. Motor Master marched after him, fury in his optics. “I don’t know what in Primus you did! You piece of rust – but you’ll pay for that!” he grabbed the smaller mech by the throat and began to punch him as hard as he could.

“What’s going on here?” a loud voice demanded. Suddenly, Droct found himself dropped roughly to the ground, as Motor Master backed away from him.

“We, ah, found one of the conspirators, um, Megatron. We’re, um, just interrogating him now,” Swindle said. Nervously, he rubbed his hands together.

“A conspirator, hmmm?” Megatron said. Roughly, he kicked the hideous garbage mech back towards the center of the gathered cons.

Droct looked up, trembling in absolute terror as he found himself looking straight into the biggest cannon he’d ever laid optics on….

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