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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
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Pain Without Limits

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Rainbow Lizard

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Harley: Now, where were we?

Rainbow: Where’ve you been? You sure took your time putting this chapter up.

Harley: I was kinda hoping somebody would bother to review. Oh well. It’s not like I can go into your houses and beat you all over the head with a metal baseball bat. And even if I could, that wouldn’t exactly get me any reviews.

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Chapter Five: Toy

Bumblebee walked through to the cell block after a good night's recharge, hoping that he could get through to Barricade better that day. He made his way to the outside of the Decepticon's cell and looked through the bars.

Barricade was awake in his cell, but he wasn't paying any attention to Bumblebee. He patted at his still-shredded tires dismally, and trailed a finger over a red smear on his black and white paint. It was a damp, sticky smear, and Bumblebee could guess what it had once been without being given any clues. And it smelt oddly... coppery, too. Barricade, however, wasn't looking up.

"Barricade? How'd you sleep?" Bumblebee asked, stepping inside the cell again, "Do you mind me coming in?"

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice, does it?" Barricade asked, staring at his feet, "You know, I used to be a Decepticon interrogator," he smiled thinly, "So you can't just trick me into opening up. Reminds me of the time I fooled this Autobot prisoner into thinking I was the only good Decepticon in the base. He told me just about everything then, seeing as I was the only person who didn't come in and beat him for the sheer joy of it."

"Nobody's come in and beat you yet, have they? We ain't big tricksters," Bumblebee then started to turn around, "If you want me to leave the cell I'll leave, but I still gotta talk to you, sooner or later."

"Fine, stay," Barricade looked up, suspicious, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Not that I want to talk about it, but I gotta talk about possibly turning you from being a cruel ruthless Decepticon. I doubt it'll work anyway. You're really stubborn as it is." Bumblebee sat down. "If you want I'll just shut up and sit here for a while. Not like Prime will know anyway."

"You want me to become an Autobot?" Barricade laughed, "Oh, come on! You can't be serious, even if I wanted to be an Autobot, you guys would never accept me! And do you have any idea what happens to Decepticon traitors? Admittedly being dead is preferable... but I still don't cherish the idea!"

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about turning neutral at least..." Bumblebee told Barricade, "I know you don't want to be an Autobot... but the offer IS there..."

"Yeah, because you'd prefer it to fighting me," Barricade laughed nastily, "As if you'd ever make me an offer like that seriously!" he stood up, digging his talons into his armour again, "Ha!"

"Well... once you're more emotionally stable, it's possible. But neutral is what we're aiming for." Bumblebee growled, "And you don't have to be such a fragging idiot about things."

"What are you talking about, being a fragging idiot?!" Barricade turned to face him again, his fists clenching so tightly that they dug into his palms, "I suppose you think that being an Autobot makes you better than me! Typical Autobot crap, insisting that you're the only person qualified to be the hero!"

"Well I'm not the one who refused to take the way out because he is too proud to do so! The war is over! We don't have to have this!" Bumblebee shouted.

"WHAT is it you want from me, you little runt?" Barricade hissed at Bumblebee, leaning in. Although in fact, Bumblebee could see that he and Barricade were about the same size, with only a little bulk in variation. And Prime had been right - they were almost the same age. Barricade put on a mature facade, but he was only a few decades older than Bumblebee.

"Barricade, all I want is for you to grow up and stop being such an idiot!" the Camerro growled. "Actually swallow your pride. Please, I don't want to argue like this... If it were my choice the war would never have happened."

"Gosh, and you think I looked on and started this stupid war?!" Barricade shouted back, "I lost my brother to this war! I lost every remaining scrap of dignity to my comrades! Now I'm in your stupid little cell!"

"Now what is your problem with the nightmares and this constant digging your own claws into yourself?" Barricade asked.

"I... I don't have a problem!" Barricade insisted, narrowing his optics, "I'll do whatever the frag I feel like doing to myself!"

"I'm sure you don't feel like digging your claws into yourself unless you're mentally disturbed,” Bumblebee pointed out dryly, “Now how about you tell me what's up?"

Barricade glared, clenching his fists again, "If... IF I tell you what the problem is..." he growled, "You have to promise me... PROMISE me, NEVER to tell ANYBODY. Ever. Unless I give you permission. You got that, yellow? Never tell anybody. Because... because it's just... so... shameful..." By now his claws were digging deep marks in his armour, in the words "Punish and Enslave".

"Barricade...” Bumblebee was about to try and persuade him to stop damaging himself, but stopped, “Yeah. Yeah, I promise to NEVER tell anybody. I promise." Bumblebee said, slightly worried now as the claws dug deep marks in, he initially thought of reaching out and pulling them away but decided it would prove a dangerous move.

"Okay..." Barricade took a breath, "Imagine... instead of me in this cell, it was you in this cell. And your comrades can come in, whenever they please, and GRAB you," he grabbed Bumblebee by the shoulders, "And throw you to the floor and climb on top of you and fuck you until you bleed Energon out the exhaust. And they can do it whenever they want, as hard as they like, and you can't stop them. And then they put a collar on you, and they can make you do it, make you enjoy it, because if you don't, you get a shock to the neck that's more like jamming a tazer up your exhaust."

Bumblebee looked up to Barricade with optics that looked fearful and worried, "Barricade. They really did that to you? Your own team-mates?"

"No, it was all a friendly game while I rotated at 180 degrees in a gas oven," Barricade sneered, "Yes, they did that! And nobody stopped them, and nobody stood up for me!" He stood there, teeth gritted for a long moment, then slumped to his knees before Bumblebee, and covered his face, his shoulders shaking as he approached the verge of body-shaking sobs.

“Barricade... I can't believe it... why?" Bumblebee asked, falling also to his knees, in front of Barricade, keeping a close watch on the Saleen.

"It... it was Blackout," Barricade stammered, "He jumped me when I was working and I didn't have the strength to beat him off... I'm NOT weak! But when I went to his room with this collar to use it to teach him a lesson, he did it again, and he put the collar on me, and I couldn't get it off... I don't know why he did it... or why he kept doing it..." the Decepticon concluded.

"You've been through a lot... haven't you?" Bumblebee asked, standing up, "Isn't there anything we could do? If it's any consolation... no Autobot would ever do that to you..."

Barricade almost asked simply to be left alone. But then he got to his feet again, and staggered into the far corner, facing away from Bumblebee, "I don't need your help," he hissed, "I'm not weak... I'm NOT WEAK! I can fight anybody! The reason I didn't fight them was because they were my comrades!" He sounded more as if he was trying to convince himself than Bumblebee.

"Barricade... I'm not calling you weak." Bumblebee said. "Besides, there were more of them than there were you. If you fought them, I'm sure even you would have been overpowered. I'm the same size as you and I know I can't take on every Decepticon myself." He said, trying to empathise with Barricade. "I see why it's got you so disturbed though... you sure you don't want help?"

Barricade looked as if he was going to collapse into tears at any moment, even from behind, "No... no... no..." the mech whispered, "I... I don't... I don't want to be alone... I have nightmares... about them... I hate the feel of them... it's just nightmares but I can still feel them, they won't stop... I know you're just waiting to laugh at me for p-picking the wrong side..." Barricade's claws dug into the wall, dragging scars down in the metal, and once again he fell to his knees, this time sobbing, not daring to look up at the Camerro.

"No," Bumblebee simply replied, "Of course I won't laugh at you, that's kind of serious, really. Not a laughing matter, Barricade." He slowly stepped towards Barricade, patting him on the back. "You're going to be fine with us."

Barricade started to turn his head to face the yellow Autobot, and Bumblebee could see the oily tears streaking slowly down his face, "But... you're an Autobot... you hate me... it's what you're supposed to do..." he managed, his hands shaking as he tried to keep them by his side.

"Barricade. I don't hate you. You're merely a soldier who picked the other side. Nothing wrong with either of us really,” Bumblebee insisted, “I'm not going to laugh at you for what is quite frankly a horrible thing that happened to you. That's the least you deserve."

Barricade's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, in a kind of disbelief, then his face hardened again, "You're lying!" he cried out, "You're trying to trick me! You're going to send me back in exchange for something! Or someone!" The mech's back pressed against the wall, his shoulders digging in, "I'm not afraid... not afraid... not afraid... of you..." He slumped forward with a sob, face down on the floor and shaking.

"Barricade. We're not going to send you anywhere... unless you really want us to." Bumblebee replied in a serious tone. "Don't worry...We're not lying at all. I promise."

Barricade looked down, uncertain, "I... I guess..." he said, uncertainly. He looked at Bumblebee again, "You... you mean that?" he asked, somewhat nervous.

"I stand by my word, Barricade. We will not turn you over to the Decepticons unless you ask us to." He reassured, offering out a hand to help the Decepticon up.

Barricade reached out, taking Bumblebee's hand, "I guess... if you mean it, I could trust you..." the Saleen muttered, his hand slowly closing on the Camerro's.

Bumblebee smiled and pulled the Decepticon up with a mighty heave, leading him over to the bed and sitting him down, "I have to go now. Is there anything you want me to get you?"

Barricade shook his head, "No... I'm fine. But..." he paused, "Thanks... I guess..." He let go of Bumblebee's hand, crossing his arms over his chassis.

"If you need me..." Bumblebee started, trying to think of what to do.

Barricade shook his head, "Thanks, but no thanks," he smiled sadly, leaning back against the wall, "I guess I'm just gonna have to rely on you. And your bosses."

"At least you can rely on me..." Bumblebee smiled, leaving the cell, closing the door behind him and slowly walking away.

Barricade lay down, facing the wall and curling up, "I guess so," he murmured, digging his talons into his armour again.

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Still in his cell, Barricade tossed and turned restlessly on his bunk as another nightmare flowed through his head. He was plagued by the horrific memories of everything that had happened over and over again, because of Blackout’s filthy desires.

Ironhide stood outside the cell, watching the younger mech’s agitation, his claws scraping through the metal bed. It was disturbing, to say the least. The Saleen Mustang seemed to have some dreadful problems with recharging. It certainly didn’t look bogus.

But if Barricade’s reactions weren’t faked, then what could have been done to him to mess him up this badly?

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Barricade stared at the inventions lying on the table in his lab. How ironic that one of his inventions had led to his subservience, to Blackout and then Starscream. Now he was passed between the two of them like a favourite toy. He hated them both, he hated the way they treated him.

“You been spending a lot of time with Blackout lately,” a voice grated behind him.

Barricade turned to look at the 25 foot Devastator. Though not as tall as some of the Decepticons, he trumped everybody in weight. Barricade turned away from him, “That’s my business,” he said simply, hoping to put the monosyllabic mech off further investigation.

“Yeah...” Devastator grated, ”What you doing with him?”

“Nothing that would interest you,” Barricade said simply, returning his attention to his inventions. He had to make something to get this damn collar off his neck...

“Actually... it might,” a smooth voice said. Barricade turned again to see Starscream standing there – with Blackout towering over his shoulder. This didn’t look good, “Barricade’s been quite the wretched little toy lately. Not just for Blackout either.”

“Huh?” Devastator looked more than a little confused.

“He’s a stinking whore who acts more like a prosti-droid than a warrior,” Blackout smirked.

“Shut up, Blackout!” Barricade shouted at the two mechs in the door, “Shut up and get out! You too, Starscream!”

“I think Devastator needs a little... evidence,” Starscream smirked, looking at Brawl. There was a silence while Devastator CPU looked up the word ‘evidence’, and Blackout and Starscream advanced on Barricade. The mech snarled and produced his whirling lawnmower thing, but was brought to his knees by a massive shock from the collar.

“Already begging for it?” Blackout leered, “Your training’s coming along nicely, Barricade,” he bent over and wrapped a hand around the kneeling mech’s neck, then pushed his face forward into his own crotch with a laugh and a groan, “Now... lick,” he commanded.

“Don’t... make me...” Barricade gasped out. He could see Starscream stepping behind him, one heavy hand reaching between his thighs and yanking the armour there away, “Please...” he begged Devastator, hoping that the massive mech would help him.

But Devastator just stared. Perhaps what really surprised him was how little fight Barricade put up, despite the humiliating slaps landing on his body.

Barricade whimpered quietly, and managed to pull away from Blackout, backing into Starscream instead. He looked up at Devastator, trying to manage a good cross between pleading and the rage and pain he felt right now.

Devastator began to smirk, a nasty expression on his features, “Hey, how come you guys get all the fun?” he asked, moving forward.

Barricade’s jaw dropped as Devastator stepped forward, and began to bellow in rage as the aggressive Decepticon began to strip the remainder of his armour from his body, “No!” he shouted.

The protests earned him a brutal punch from his tormentors as they began to pass him around the three of them. Blackout started, violating his mouth with his own lips while he rummaged between Barricade’s thighs and in his port, laughing as the helpless mech cried out in pain.

Then he was pushed over to Starscream as Blackout and Devastator held him down. Starscream pushed Barricade’s mouth between his legs, forcing him to attend to the sensitive ports and cables there with his tongue. Any show of resistance resulted in heavy strikes.

Finally, even though he was exhausted and had his face smeared in lubricant, he was pushed to Devastator, who laughed and grabbed him from behind, his heavy hands pulling at Barricade’s exposed wires as he made his own connections, groaning and leering as he violated the mech himself.

When he was done, he stood up and kicked Barricade to the floor of the lab with a laugh, where he remained, trembling.

It was times like this when Barricade genuinely wondered whether his ‘comrades’ intended to terminate him.

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Harley: Next chapter it starts getting a lot closer with Bumblebee and Barricade. Not that Barricade will be feeling any better because of it. He could really use some therapy. Come ON people, review!
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