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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
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Pain Without Limits

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Rainbow Lizard

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Harley: Rainbow is back, kiddies. We can do this over again, better than ever.

Rainbow: And complete it too!

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Chapter Four: Pet

Barricade was at the moment in recharge. But he was making a lot of noise, tossing and turning, aggravated, on his bunk. Every so often his claws dug into the metal slab, and he would cry own. It seemed that he was having a nightmare. He fought the chains he was restrained with even as he slept, shuddering in brief moments of fear.

Bumblebee was walking through the base of the Autobots, having won the war, he did feel a little proud and happy that they did, and also glad that they had managed to save someone, now it was some poor Autobot's job to try to give him therapy; help him out of being a Decepticon. He hoped it wasn't going to be him, and glad that it probably wasn't. But suddenly his ideas were turned upside down when the other Autobots he was with gestured him into the cell block to meet the prisoner. He hesitated a little, hoping they were joking, then froze up.

"Wait, I have to do it?" He looked around.

"I think you're the one who's most likely to get a positive response," Optimus Prime answered, "You're around Barricade's age, and his size. He's less likely to be intimidated by you."

"But I don't want to...” Bumblebee protested, “He's a Decepticon; he’s the one I wrestled to the ground to protect Sam, remember? I sure won't get a response out of him – apart from pure anger and hatred..."

"I suppose you think he'll give a better response to me?" Prime asked him, "I'm asking you, Bumblebee, to gain his trust. It's something that I have faith you can do. He doesn't seem to be willing to trust us right now, but we can't keep him in that cell forever."

Bumblebee looked up into his eyes, a slightly annoyed look on his face. "Prime, all I'm saying is, that if you ranked the Decepticons in order of who would probably hate me the most right now he'd probably be one of the top ones. But fine, if you want me to give it a go, I'll do it. Can't reject an order from the leader after all."

"If I thought anybody in this unit could do a better job, I'd have asked them to do it instead," Prime pointed out, "Go on. This is something you can do."

Bumblebee felt a little proud at Prime trusting him like this, but still slightly aggravated. With a grunt of annoyance, he stepped into the cell block, waving goodbye to the others for a little. "I'll see you a couple hours, when it's clear he won't give in and we have to let him go," the Camerro said, with a smirk showing on his face.

Prime smiled and nodded, and he and Ratchet left the cell block.

As of right now, Barricade was still tossing and turning, agitated at something, though it was not yet clear what.

Bumblebee walked in right in the middle of this tossing and turning, smirking as it happened, "Is something wrong?" he asked, loud enough to wake the Decepticon from his sleep.

Barricade jolted awake with a gasp, then glared at Bumblebee, "Oh. It's you," he growled, "I should have guessed. Here to gloat, I expect."

“As much as I enjoyed kicking your axle from here back up to Cybertron, I'm afraid not. I'm here to kill you - Nah, just kidding with you,” Bumblebee grinned, “I'm here to try to convince you to... you know, calm down a little, chill out with us Autobots a little?"

"Why should I?" Barricade growled, "I hate you. You hate me. And besides, I've already knocked down about a dozen people since Mission City. And bullied a school bus off the road."

"Yeah... I heard about that,” Bumblebee frowned, “We thought perhaps it be best to chain you down a little tighter for that. Optimus Prime will tell me what your punishment will be later," he replied, "And as for why you should, while I hate you, us Autobots seem to enjoy giving a robot a second chance. You know, we've actually got compassion in our circuits?"

"Ha! Nice try, but I'm not that stupid," Barricade sneered, "I suppose you're just going to let me walk out of this place? Well, try guessing what I'm gonna do when I'm out. Hell, try guessing what I was going to do when you brought me in!"

There was a pause, and Barricade grinned, "I was heading to William Lennox's house to kill him and his wife and child. Then I was going to deal with Maggie Madsen and Glen Whitmann. And finally I was going to come back here and squash your little pet. That would teach those humans to kill everybody I knew!"

Bumblebee stood up, obviously agitated by this. "You seem as... Decepticon as I expected. Care to elaborate on why you want to kill us all?"

"Because my team-mates are dead, runt!" Barricade snapped, "And humans killed them! Humans tortured you, too! Are you gonna be weak enough to let that stand?!"

"Humans are a young race. It's not their fault that our war included them,” Bumblebee defended them, “They tortured me yeah, but that was because they happened to think at the time that all of us were just like you pricks!"

Barricade continued to scowl, turning his back on Bumblebee, "I suppose then, you're just going to lock me up in here forever. Go ahead, it's not like I've anywhere else to go!"

"I wish, you Decepticon bastard." Bumblebee scowled.

"Wait," Barricade turned around, "You're going to just let me go? After all the crap I said about killing humans? I knocked down three this week!"

"I have to admit I think Prime's completely insane for showing you compassion, I know you'd be like this. What was the point in talking to you anyway?" Bumblebee ranted.

"Who says I wanted to talk to you, Bumblebug?" Barricade returned, "I'd rather just curl up with my nightmares and-" he stopped, "I'd rather just curl up with Megatron!"

"Nightmares? What nightmares you talking about? I thought that Decepticons couldn't have bad dreams because they're so bad themselves!"

"It's none of your freaking business, you little runt!" Barricade snapped back at him, "You wouldn't understand anyway!" he paused, turning away from Bumblebee, "I wouldn't want you to understand..."

Bumblebee growled. "At least I'm trying to care. Why the pit are your dreams so bad anyway? It's probably something all femme-y anyway. I'm past caring with you..."

"Look, isn't it enough to say that I don't want to talk about it?" Barricade asked, "No. NO! It's not! It's none of your business, got that? It's PRIVATE! So back off!"

"Tch. Fine." Bumblebee sighed. "You know, I've gotta do this job for a couple hours, trying to persuade you... so could you at least make it a little easier?"

"Can't see why," Barricade replied, "How about you make it easier? How about you leave, and leave the door open!" he growled again, "Just what so you mean by making it easier?"

"I just don't want to see a Cybertronian have to be dismantled cause of his pride!" Bumblebee growled. "I actually do care, as much as you've pushed me off."

"Make it easier for you, you mean," Barricade smirked.

"Come on man. Calm down a little for one thing,” Bumblebee pointed out, “Big whoop you lost we won. It's not like we're going to hold you prisoner and torture you forever for it, we want to help you out here."

"How?" Barricade asked, "Oh, and I'm sorry if I have some problems taking your offer to help seriously. It's like taking Megatron's offer of promotion seriously - it doesn't work."

"Well I'm serious." Bumblebee stood up, "Barricade, I'm sure you know the Autobot's are 'wimpy do-gooders', so you should know we'd try to help.”

"Ha!" Barricade continued to sneer, "Get a grip, runt," he snarled, still facing away from Bumblebee. The yellow Camerro couldn't help but notice that there were deep scratches on his back - scratches he knew he hadn't put there. His hands wound around each other, and suddenly his claws were digging into his own armour.

"Barricade... there's some scratches all over your back... what happened to you?" Bumblebee then stepped slowly inwards, opening the cell door. "I can have Ratchet run some repairs..."

Barricade stopped, turning to face Bumblebee, "Don't," he snarled, "All I'll hear is, what happened to you, Barricade? Did you get beaten up recently? Did you like, dig your own claws into your own back? Do you enjoy hurting yourself? Crap like that."

"I'll ask for him to ask no questions. But seriously... what happened to you?" the Camerro asked, closing the cell door behind him. In the back of his mind he was thinking, What the hell? Why the hell am I in here? I could get killed!

"I told you," Barricade replied, "You wouldn't understand. You wouldn't care. And maybe we Decepticons aren't as bad as you thought because I wouldn't want you to understand. Got that? That's how bad it was. That's how much it hurt."

"Barricade. You're gonna be stuck here a while, you might as well tell me about it,” Bumblebee pointed out, “You never know, I might understand."

Barricade paused, as if he was considering it, “I’m not an idiot, you know,” he muttered, glowering at Bumblebee, “This is probably a trick. Something to get me to answer your questions.”

"Why would it be so bad if you answered my questions for one? Come on man, we're not tricksters like Decepticons you know. Autobots are 'too dumb' to think of tricking like that."

Barricade grinned weakly, then looked down, "How do I know this isn't just an interrogation trick?" he asked, "It's not like I haven't pulled this one. Hey buddy, I swear I'm your pal, I won't kill you after you tell me the truth..."

"I won't. I can't, heck if I did I'd probably be in deep trouble myself, so don't bother saying i'll kill you or hurt you cause I literally can't, even though you're a Decepticon," Bumblebee replied, "Come on, tell me. It's not like it's anything too bad is it?"

"I..." Barricade paused, "I'll think about it. I'll consider it. Doesn't mean I'll tell you anything... but I might. Maybe." The Decepticon lay back down on his bunk, glaring and hugging his knees tightly.

"You seem to be a little disturbed. Is it what made you a Decepticon by any chance?" Bumblebee asked, sitting down on the opposite side of the bunk.

"No," Barricade answered, "I became a Decepticon because it was a better option than going for the losing team. It's... it's more complicated than that."

"So...another Decepticon did it to you? Christ you guys make such good team-mates..." Bumblebee stated.

"You trying to be funny, yellow?" Barricade snarled, "I'll tell you when you need to know."

"Okay..." Bumblebee replied, slightly worried. "I'm gonna sit here for a bit, tell me when you want to tell me."

"No," Barricade repeated, "I'll tell you when I'm ready, Autobot. Got that? When I'm ready." The mech curled back up, covering his face, and turned away from Bumblebee.

"So... which Decepticon did it to you, can I ask?" Bumblebee asked.

Barricade sat up, "It's not any of your business, Bumblebug. Back off. My scars aren't your problem, they're MY problem!" The Decepticon hid his face awkwardly, concealing it from Bumblebee.

"What's up with your face?" Bumblebee asked, curious to why he was hiding his face.

By now Barricade was simply feeling too ashamed to look at Bumblebee. Trembling angrily, with a notch of fear, he buried his face in the slab, hunched over, "Nothing's wrong with me," he answered, "I just don't want to look at you..." After a little while, he turned to face the wall, refusing to look back at Bumblebee.

"What's the problem with me?" Bumblebee asked. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Barricade's face creased up, "Just... leave me alone..." he hissed, waiting and hoping that Bumblebee would just walk out.

"Tch. Fine." Bumblebee stood up and stormed out of the cell, opening and slamming the door behind him, after looking back, he walked out of the cell block.

Barricade curled up again, "I don't want... to be alone..." he whispered to himself.

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“You’re pathetic,” a voice sneered.

Barricade looked up carefully. It was Blackout who was standing above him this time. The huge mech was standing over him again, which meant he had something very specific in mind, “Leave me alone,” he said simply.

“You’re pathetic,” Blackout repeated, “You beg, and you plead, and you grovel, but you never manage to do anything about it. You’re more like a pet, really. You’re mine now...” the Decepticon spread his toy’s legs apart slowly.

Barricade closed his legs, as if it would do anything. Blackout didn’t even use chains any more. Well, he still did, sometimes. But he didn’t have to, and he knew it. They both knew it.

Blackout slapped his face hard, sneering, and parted his legs again. This time Barricade didn’t close them, “Look at the pathetic little slut,” he leered, stroking Barricade’s body roughly, “Look at the pathetic little slut, the pet, the worthless whore, just lying there and waiting.”

Barricade shuddered, a combination of misery and rage. Blackout had done this before. He would sometimes come in and manhandle him, all the time taunting and insulting him. And if Barricade made the slightest attempt to stand up for himself and defend his dignity, or even protest the insults, Blackout would rape him while he screamed and begged for it to end.

“You’re useless, you know that?” Blackout asked him, his claws pulling Barricade’s armour aside hard, “If you had a real use, we wouldn’t have to use you for this. But no, you bring it upon yourself.”

Barricade turned his face away from Blackout’s, his expression unreadable. Blackout grabbed his face, punched him in the lower torso, and gave him a shock with the collar, laughing.

“Stop... just stop...” Barricade moaned.

“Is the whore not feeling up to some fun today?” Blackout sneered, and punched Barricade again, “Oh well, let’s see what we can do about that...” He climbed on top of Barricade, who lay there absolutely rigid as the larger mech leered down at him. Then Blackout began to twist his hinges, gently at first, then harder and harder, until the mech was screaming in pain, “What’s the matter, pet?” he asked, sneering, “Not enjoying the game?”

Barricade gasped, raising his fist to his mouth and biting down on it hard. Anything to stifle the cries. He glared hatefully at Blackout. There wasn’t much else he could do.

“Slut,” Blackout repeated casually, before he started to run his hands greedily over Barricade’s body. He pushed two large fingers into Barricade’s access port, twisting them around hard, “You like this, slut. Just admit it,” he pushed a third finger in, “You like it.”

Barricade tried, and failed, to stifle the whimper of pain.

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