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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Living Ghost

“Bout time you sloggers decided to relieve us,” Thundercracker griped as he heard the unmistakable sound of Seeker thrusters hitting the metal floor.

Skywarp snickered, “we were just making sure the pet was properly warmed up for you, you otta thank us for taking the time.” He cocked his black helm, giving his fellow Seeker his cockiest smirk.

“He needed a little more warming up, wouldn’t you say Skywarp?” Starscream snickered sadistically. He licked a little of the energon he’d wiped off of Red Alert’s leg, from his finger, making sure to enjoy the sweetness thoroughly.

The blue Seeker snorted, “You freagers’ even leave anything left for me?” He wouldn’t be overly shocked if he walked in the cell, only to find an off lined Autobot laying there. These two sloggers would be up here laughing their afterburners off about it.

“Nah, we aren’t going to off line the bastard for a long while. He’s too fun to listen to his begging. Well, when Starscream here ain’t biting his lips,” Skywarp joked as he winked at the blue Seeker.

“Yep, he’s ‘hanging around’ just waiting for you, Thundercracker,” the red Seeker snickered as he roughly pushed him out of the way and sat down at the console.

“I bet…” Thundercracker snorted as he walked off the bridge. But his spark began to pulsate a little stronger, for he did enjoy the Autobot’s screams and pleas as he thrust his bonding circuits into him.

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A living ghost stood against the bulkhead. She listened to their interaction, when the purple Seeker male referred to the red one as ‘Starscream’, she was intrigued. Focusing on the red one, she was fascinated. Raptor had mentioned on several occasions that it had seemed like there were counterparts to every Cybertronian mech in each dimension. Many times their names, positions and alt modes had seemed fairly similar. But this didn’t necessarily extend to their temperaments.

So this was her father in this dimension? He seemed cockier, more of a hard-core Decepticon here. She listened as they joked about some ‘pet’ they had. From the term ‘off line’, she knew the ‘pet’ had to be some type of mech. And if Starscream was biting his lips and the purple Seeker was enjoying his screams, he must be some kind of prisoner they were torturing.

Recalling the stories about how the Decepticons in her home dimension had tortured her two Aunts by raping them and beating them, SunSpot shuddered in revulsion. She knew that life was rough during the Autobot/Decepticon civil war, that’s why the Earth mechs chose to live separately during that period. But now she would have to learn to live smack-dab in the middle of the civil war in this dimension. Tasting the metallic taste of energon in her mouth, she realized that she’d gotten so tense that she’d bit down on her own lip without realizing it.

War was harsh, but she’d been trained by Raptor herself to survive. She had to face the atrocities first hand. She had to learn to harden herself to it. So as Thundercracker walked by, she turned and silently followed him…..

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As the door slid open, Red Alert whimpered in fear. Lifting his head, his terrified optics saw the blue Seeker striding in. “Please… no.. more.. let me rest.. please..” he stammered weakly, his chassis swaying slightly as he briefly lost his footing on the energon coated floor and put all of his weight onto his bound wrists stretched above his head. He cried out in pain as the sound of a linkage popping could be heard. His right shoulder sagged, putting all his weight briefly onto his left shoulder. Shuffling his toes, he got them back under him again, relieving some of the tension from his arms.

Thundercracker circled the terrified mech, enjoying Red Alert’s shudder as he fondled some of his beautiful armor. Sliding his hand down, he slipped his fingers into the mech’s exposed circuitry at his crotch. He snickered as the Autobot tried to jerk away from his probing fingers. “Thought you were learning to enjoy our attentions Autobot? So much better than what you’re used to, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice low with sadistic desire.

“Please.. Thundercracker.. no more…” Red Alert begged, his blue optics bright with dread. He shuddered in repulsion at the invasiveness of the Seeker’s fingers as they molested his bared circuits.

The Seeker snickered as he studied the shivering Autobot, taking his lips roughly, he forced his jaws open with his hand locked on the mech’s face. His glossa invaded, taking Red Alert’s mouth for his own. The helpless mech gagged, trying desperately to break free.

Suddenly, Red Alert collapsed in a heap on the floor as Thundercracker reached up and unhooked the chain from the ceiling above him. His own puddle of energon from the earlier rape, coated his side as he hit the metal floor with a loud metallic crash. Before the shocked mech could react, Thundercracker knelt with a knee in the middle of his chest. His hands still chained together, were now held down above his head by the Seeker.

“So, do you want it fast Red Alert? Or do you want it slow?” Thundercracker asked in a low threatening tone. He ran his free hand along Red Alert’s shoulder armor, slipping his fingertips underneath and stroking the sensitive circuits. The Autobot shuddered, trying to deny the waves of stimulation that the Seeker was causing.

“Please.. don’t…” the Autobot pleaded. His intakes flooded air into his overheating systems, dread filling his core.

Forcing his other leg between the Autobot’s bent legs, Thundercracker forced them apart. Settling his codpiece tightly against Red Alert’s exposed circuits. “I’ll take that as you want it slow,” he said. Red Alert trembled against him, still begging him to have mercy for once, to stop. This just served to heighten Thundercracker’s desire. “Keep begging Autobot, I just love it…”

Slipping his fingers from his free hand into Red Alert’s bonding circuits, Thundercracker twisted them slightly. The mech under him arched against him in pain, screaming as tears streamed down his cheeks. Snickering, the blue Seeker licked the tears off his face as he enjoyed the Autobot’s repulsion to his touch, to his glossa. Then he took the mech’s lips forcefully as he jabbed his fingers roughly into him. Silencing Red Alert’s scream as his glossa probed deeper and deeper, even as his fingers probed deeper.

Then suddenly, Thundercracker slid up his chassis, looping the end of the chain on a hook on the floor. Grabbing the mech’s hips, he slid him down so that his arms stretched tautly above his head on the floor. Now that he had both hands free, he grabbed his legs and locked them down underneath his own as he slid down to where his face was even with Red Alert’s exposed circuits. Sensuously, he licked some of the dripping energon from the insides of the mech’s thighs.

Red Alert whimpered in horror as the Seeker molested him in the most intimate of ways. Revulsion flowed over him even as the waves of stimulation rolled through him from the Seeker’s probing glossa and fingers. Shaking his head back and forth, he sought to deny his systems automatic reactions to what Thundercracker was doing down there. His linkages strained as he fought futilely to close his legs, to hide his bonding circuits from the unwanted attentions.

“Ah, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Thundercracker snickered. He probed deeper with his glossa and fingers, stroking the trembling mech’s bonding circuits. Caressing them lightly with his lips..

Nausea filled Red Alert’s core as he fought those sensations. It was so wrong… So vile.. He couldn’t feel pleasure from the hands and glossa of a Seeker… He couldn’t.. But he couldn’t deny the sensations, no matter how revolting they were.. As Thundercracker continued to molest him, he found himself moaning even as he begged him to stop.. His trembling now as much in fear as it was in pleasure.

Throwing his head back, Red Alert couldn’t help but to arch into the Seeker’s fingers, forcing them deeper within him. That glossa was invading, stroking, caressing his most sensitive circuits. Just as his bond mate, Inferno, was so good at… Tears flowed from his optics.. How could he ever face that mech after feeling any kind of pleasure from a Seeker’s hands.. But the sickening waves rolled over him… And he gasped in pleasure..

Hearing Red Alert as he was finally overcome by the pleasure stimuli, Thundercracker grinned wickedly. As the Autobot arched against his fingers in pleasure, the Seeker pulled them out and swiftly rammed his hips tightly against him. His bonding circuits thrust deeply into the helpless Autobot. The hot spark of the Decepticon flooded through his lowered firewalls, taking over his very core.

Screaming as the pleasure changed to agony in a split-second, Red Alert strained against his bonds. His servos and linkages shrieked in revolt at the suddenness of his struggle.

“You enjoyed my fingers too much Autobot, now take my energy!” Thundercracker snarled. Releasing his bent up energy into the helpless Autobot, he cackled in glee as the bot arched against him, screaming in total agony. Again and again the Decepticon flooded energy into the mech, until he was finally satisfied.

Getting up, he latched his codpiece back in place. Looking down at the gasping, whimpering Autobot, he gave him a final kick. “Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, I’ll see you after my next shift..” he snickered as he walked out the door and latched the lock.

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SunSpot had been biting down on her hand, trying to keep silent as she had watched the entire ordeal with complete and total revulsion. She knew that it had been bad for her Aunts when they’d been tortured during the war, but she’d never in a million Earth years truly realized just how bad it had been. Gagging silently in nausea, she turned her optics away from the weak and whimpering Autobot laying there limply in a pool of his own energon.

Could she ever side with a faction that did this to helpless captives? But what if the Autobots also did the same? Just because they were Autobots in name, did not mean they were of the same theology as the Autobots in her dimension. What if both sides did this? Could she really side with either if that was the case? But Primus had sent her here. She must start a new Nation of Guardians. And she couldn’t do this alone, she wasn’t as strong as Raptor and never would be. She would have to side with one of the factions.

The mech began to sob. The pain in his cries wrenched her very spark. Pulling herself out of her thoughts of the future, she stared at the helpless mech and wondered what she should do in the here-and-now. She fought the urge to go to him, to cuddle him like a sparkling and tell him it would be alright. She was nothing but a spy. She didn’t know how to go about rescuing anyone. And where would she go if she did grab him and teleport them both off this ship? She didn’t know this dimension, wouldn’t know where to go. And even if he could tell her, her cover would then be broken. She wouldn’t have the convenience of studying both groups for years before making her decision..

He groaned as he tried to drawl his trembling legs back together, his small attempt to protect his most sensitive region from further invasion. He was too beaten, too weak to even scoot himself slightly up on the floor, to unhook the chains and bring his hands back down. Softly he sobbed, saying some mech’s name over-and-over again; Some ‘Inferno’ whom he begged to forgive him for finding any enjoyment from the Seeker’s molestation.

Tears filled SunSpot’s invisible optics; unseen, her swirling orbs went to the total red of intense emotion. Then the sobbing mech began to say something over-and-over again, something that ripped her core in half.

“Please… Primus.. Please make it fast… Please end this…” Red Alert sobbed. He wanted to die… He wanted to leave this world of agony… He prayed aloud, not realizing that his pleas were being heard by a Seeker governed by Primus’ will.

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