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Five Phases of Torture	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Organic Experiences – part 1

Ultra Magnus’s meta registered his condition as he activated. He was upright, with pressure around his neck, something forcing his mouth to stay open, his arms still chained behind his back and pressure around his legs, right above his feet. Activating his optics, he scanned around him even as he worked his glossa around whatever was crammed in his mouth cavity.

He was in another cell it seemed. A chain hooked to the metal collar that now encircled his neck, which meant that he couldn’t transform - even if he had wanted to! He thought with sarcasm… The other end of the chain was hooked through a ring far above him. The tautness of it, forced him to stand almost on his tiptoes. He tried to bring his spread legs together, to put some slack in the chain. That’s when he realized that his legs were chained so that he couldn’t move them.

Feeling a slight breeze against his bonding nets, he realized that his wires were exposed. Obviously, they had stripped him of his codpiece as they had strung him up. He ran an analysis on those systems. The data which came back disturbed him, for his two ports were locked open. He tried to override so that they would shut, but it didn’t work. The hatches had been disabled exteriorly.

He grunted in disgust as he continued to explore the object lodged in his mouth. It felt round, like some type of ball. And even as he tried to spit it out, he realized that it was held in place by a strap that went around the back of his helm. Well, guess the freager’s wanted to hear him scream, but not allow him to actually speak? He narrowed his wide optics as he considered this idea. Just what the slag were they going to do to him now?

His optics shifted as he heard the door slid open with a slight whoosh. Two of the Quintessons came in, their guards stopping at the door. They floated towards him on their energy beams, circling him like predators studying their prey. He glared back, which was his only recourse, he was helpless and open to them.

One of the creatures circled behind him. Ultra Magnus’s sharp audios tracked his movements with ease. Then he cringed in disgust as he felt the sensation of soft, organic tendrils sliding over his aft… Around his thighs.. And then probing his open ports… He shuddered in absolute revulsion as he felt the sickening sensation of them sliding into his secondary and primary ports. His internal sensory bundles automatically logging in the pleasure stimuli as they moved in and out as they explored him from the inside.

It was taboo to bond or do anything of that nature with an organic! A taboo that was at the very basis of the mech culture! His engines revved to red line in rpms as his systems reacted to his instinct to run. His need to escape this blasphemy! But he was trapped, forced to endure the worst torture he could ever imagine. His chassis beginning to overheat from the stress… He began to try and gasp for air. This was difficult because of the ball jammed in his mouth cavity. Shaking, he shook his head from side-to-side as he sought to deny what was happening.

“It seems they’ve forgotten why they were fitted with these ports,” the five face in front of him snickered. He grinned in pleasure as he watched the torment on the mech’s face.

“Yes, it seems they don’t remember that they were outfitted for and programmed to respond to an organic’s pleasure,” the one behind him snickered. His tentacles moved in-and-out, now coated with Magnus’s own lubricant.

Magnus shook his head, trying to deny the pleasure stimuli that were racing through his nets. Trying to deny their blasphemous words! Mechs did not, under any circumstances, allow themselves to be used in such a manner – by organics!

“Oh, you don’t believe us,” the one in front of him purred. His tentacles danced along the front of Magnus’s armor. Gently tracing his cheek, as others slipped under and caressed sensitive wiring… “You were nothing more than slaves. Designed to do whatever your organic masters wished,” he snickered.

Ultra Magnus’s optics went wide in disbelief. But then terror filled them as he felt a tentacle force open the cover over his bonding cable. It circled the cable, forcing it out, forcing him to extend it. He looked down, his chassis shuddering in revulsion as he saw another tentacle start to slip a metal ring around the cable. Sensors went wild as the ring was slowly worked all the way to the base of his cable. He was now unable to retract it, just as he couldn’t close his ports.

“It seems they’ve forgotten what true pleasure is,” the one behind him chuckled.

The mech groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he felt his two ports stretched. The sickening feel of the Quintesson adding more tentacles inside him… His hydraulic pressure skyrocketed as he fought to free his chained legs. Fought to stop this sickening forced bestiality… But his struggle was in vain. All he managed to do was cause his hip bearings to begin to leak from the excess strain. Hydraulic fluid began to seep down the insides of his thighs.

“Hmmm, it appears that he enjoys this,” the one in front of him smirked. He began to stroke the extended cable, forcing it to automatically begin to pressurize.

“It is good that the fools still equip themselves to be hermaphroditic, this does make them more marketable,” the voice behind him stated.

The mech shuddered. What were they talking about?!? They built mechs to be both input and output to eliminate incompatibility between mechs. They weren’t hermaphrodites, since they couldn’t reproduce. And why did this make him more ‘marketable’? Were they going to be selling him?

“Let’s prepare him for the lease,” the one behind him continued.

Ultra Magnus wanted so badly bolt out of the cell as he felt tentacles slide out from his secondary port. But they were still in his primary port. He felt them curl around his half-pressurized cable, forcing it to curve backwards and upwards. His optics widened in horror as he felt his own cable slide into the little used secondary port that lay between the cable and his primary port. He was forced deep inside himself, the sensations from the sensory bundles in both devices registering pleasure. Which made his systems automatically pressurize yet further.. This stretched his secondary port painfully, locking his cable in place with the tightness. He was unable to depressurize because of the ring around its base. The strange mix of pleasure and pain stimuli that he himself was causing flooded his meta with confusion.

The tentacles within his primary port withdrew, and the guards came forward. Bending down, they roughly unchained his legs and shackled them together. With just enough length that he could stumble forward. Suddenly, he few to his knees as the chain was unhooked from the ceiling, a muffled grunt coming from his mouth.

“Take him to the organics’ chambers, they have leased him for the next few day cycles,” the Quintesson who had raped him from behind ordered.

Ultra Magnus was forced to his feet by the guards. Every step both pleasurable and painful as his thighs rubbed his extended and inserted bonding cable. Moving it within his own tight port. They marched him down several halls, cackling anytime he fell or groaned. It seemed like the longest walk he had ever endured. A slight amount of energon streamed down the insides of his legs from his tortured secondary port.

They stopped at a door and the guards held him still as one of them rapped. It slid open, revealing what appeared to be some kind of organic sex tavern. They marched him inside, and strung him up in the center of the room.

Despair in his optics, Ultra Magnus locked his optics on the retreating forms of the guards until the doors shut behind them. He scanned the tavern, fear washing through him as the dozens of various species of organics studied him. He’d rather be raped a thousand times by a Sharkicon, than suffer the disgusting idea of bestiality with organics! But here he was, trapped, and now the sickening feeling of organic hands exploring him..

“Mmmmm, what’s this?” a green, biped female asked as she tugged on the thick cable looped between his spread legs. She tugged harder as it resisted.

Magnus gasped in pain as it ripped out of his secondary port. The lack of lubricant making him raw… But the green organic femme smiled at him, thinking his muffled gasp was of pleasure. He shivered in revulsion as her warm hands went around it, stroking it as if he were an organic male.

“That looks good,” another half-clothed organic femme said.

“Makes for some excitement at the swingers club, does it not?” a male asked. He moved behind the mech, his fingers searching for openings in which to pleasure himself.

“Yes, it was very nice to rent this pleasure mech,” a blue-skinned organic added. Ultra Magnus couldn’t decipher if that one was male or female. But did it really matter?

He cringed as he felt soft fingers probe into his slick primary port. He knew that the purple tinted organic male had been behind him, searching for it. The sound of fabric rustling behind him filled him with dread. Then the press of something against the locked-open entrance of his port.. His optics opened wide as disgust filled him. The organic male’s penis slid slowly into his port. Though he knew it was in vain, he struggled to break his bonds. His grunts of disgust muffled by the ball crammed in his mouth.

“I think the mech likes it,” the male snickered behind him. His thrusts came harder as the mech’s struggling made him even more aroused. “And damn is he tight and slick back here,” he gasped.

“Well don’t take to long, I want to try some before we have to return him,” the blue organic chuckled. Ultra Magnus pegged him for some kind of male after that comment.

Pleasure shot through him as a strange, warm, tight wetness surrounded his pressurized cable. Looking down with fear in his optics, he realized that the orange skinned, half-naked biped female, had taken it in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the taunt cable, causing pleasurable sensations to roll through the nauseated mech. Even as the action of the soft organic penis moving in-and-out of his port also caused a nauseating sense of pleasure to course through him.

Ultra Magnus wanted to deny that he could feel any pleasure from the taboo bonding with organics. Deny that he was trapped and being used by the beasts for their own pleasure. He felt hands grip his hips from behind. The softness of the male’s flesh grinding into his aft as he ejaculated deep within him… If Magnus could throw up, he would’ve then, for the sickening sensation of semen mixing with his internal lubricant made him want to crawl in a hole and blow out his own meta with a gun.

But even as that male slipped his penis out of him, another organic male took his place. But before Magnus could focus on the next round of totally disgusting humiliation, the female who’d been licking and sucking on his pressurized cable stood up, turned around, and bent over in front of him. Several other organics laughed as they moved a table in front of her so that she could support herself.

“Think you can take most of it?” one female joked as she stroked his cable. She added some type of lubricant from a small bottle onto it. The sensation further sickened the already nauseated mech.

He looked down at the organic female’s naked aft section. Her fingers were working in and out of what they called their ‘vagina’. But to him, it looked like the strangest port he’d ever had the misfortune of laying optics on. There was a light covering of hair around the entrance to it, and he had to admit, he was probably going to suffer nightmarish memory echoes over this.

“How much can you handle?” one of the gathered males asked the bent over female. He was playing with the masses of soft flesh on the chest of another organic female as he watched. That female had her hand wrapped around his stiff, light colored penis and was stroking it, while she too watched the spectacle of the organic female taking the mech’s thick cable…

Ultra Magnus grunted in disgust as he felt something slide into his aft again. Yet another one of the freagin’ organic males was using him! He wanted to look behind him, to peel his optics off the horrifying image of the organic female bent over in front of him, but he just couldn’t. In sick fascination, he watched as she reached behind her and grabbed his slick cable. She inched backwards, teasing the linking end of it against her soft flesh port opening.

He shuddered as she slid him into her soft depths. To the mech, accustomed to the sensation of the lubricated, yet firm rubber sides of a tight mech port, the sensation of penetrating the soft wetness of an organic port was disconcerting at best – wholly revolting was more like it. But the metal ring that the Quintessons had placed around the base of his cable refused to allow him to depressurize it. He narrowed his optics in utter contempt as he considered this. The Quints KNEW how revolting this was to a mech. And that’s precisely why they had to ‘prepare’ him first.

The female began to move her hips, forcing his cable to slide in-and-out as it became coated with organic fluids. The scent of the organics’ sex and fluids filled his sensitive olfactory sensors. A strange mixture of molecules that he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. The female began to moan and gasp as she forced him to slide in-and-out. His thick cable only going halfway in at the most.. Her port seemed to tighten for some reason, causing his cables sensory bundles to react. Once again a sickening wave of pleasure sensation rocked through his networks.

His primary portal tightened slightly in response, causing the organic male who was currently utilizing it to gasp in pleasure. “Damn! These mechs feel so good.. So tight!” he screamed. He began to pump his hips faster against Magnus’s aft. His organic penis sliding in-and-out so fast that the mech started to wonder if there’d be too much friction build up… But suddenly the biped threw his head back, his hips smashed hard against Magnus, his penis spasming within his port. The mech knew that the freager had ejaculated within him. Yet more organic goo was mixing with his lubricant. How was he ever going to get all the residue out of him? Because he sure as hell wasn’t going to go to a medic for assistance!

Then the female in front of him screamed and began to shake uncontrollably. Her soft organic port tightened in what felt like waves along the length of his cable within her. Had she injured herself by forcing him inside her? The mech wondered. Even though he was disgusted by what these organics were using him for, he still didn’t want to damage one of them. But then she slowly pulled her hips away from him. Sliding his pressurized cable out nice and slow… Turning around, she pressed her soft naked skin to his chassis and kissed his metal skin on his cheek. “Wow! You’re incredible, you metal hunk!” she murmured.

Before he could really register it all, he felt the invasive fingers of yet another organic male within his aft port. The slow penetration of the soft-skinned penis within him… Relaxing, he realized it was useless to fight the strange pleasure sensations anymore. As he scanned the room and counted the hungry eyes of the various organics in the room, he knew he was stuck here for a long time. But at least their soft-skinned penii did not stretch his port much. Nor did they cause any tearing within him. So after this torture was over, he’d still be fully functional. Granted, he’d smell like the horrid fluids of these organics and have semen dripping out of his port – but he’d still be able to fight if given the chance.

Speaking of the horrid smell, another female got on the table. This time she moved it to where it was tight against his legs. Lying on her back, the blue-skinned organic giggled drunkenly as she lay on her back and did a strip tease for the mech. The organics all snickering and shouting words of encouragement to her. Once she was naked, she scooted her open port towards the mech’s cable that lay on the top of the table. Curling her legs around his hips, she positioned his pressurized cable with a hand and slowly slid half of it into her sickenly soft depths.

As the females moaned and gyrated on his cable, she played with her protruding peaks of flesh on her chest. Apparently getting some type of enjoyment out of the act, the mech thought in disgust. He couldn’t decide which position was more disgusting. The organic female bent over, face down – or face up like this. He considered this and decided they were equally disgusting. The whole situation was beyond disgusting. And to top it off, he was feeling more and more pleasure stimulation from it.

He rolled his optics as he gagged in disgust. His glossa working furiously on the ball jammed in his mouth cavity, even though he knew the uselessness of the act. His thoughts drifted away from reality then. Fixating on the last bit of true ‘mech pleasure’ he had enjoyed.

Cyclonus obviously was attracted to him. How he hadn’t noticed it on the battlefield, he had no idea. Cringing as he felt yet another organic male ejaculate inside him, he tried to focus back on his thoughts. Putting Cyclonus’s sleek and powerful physique in his meta, he endured the next few day cycles being used as the organics’ sex toy.

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