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Five Phases of Torture	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Organic Experience part II

Cyclonus struggled against his bonds, his optics burning like flaming comets as he glared at the Quints. He’d activated only to find himself bound to where he couldn’t move, with some kind of round object crammed in his mouth. First he worked his glossa against it, trying to force it out. But when that didn’t work, he tried crushing it with his dental plates. Which also didn’t work.. Rage swelled within him as every insult and threat he could come up with ran silently through his meta.

“A very nice specimen,” the one in front of him purred as he slowly pried open the hatch cover protecting his bonding cable.

The purple mech’s hydraulics shot up as he put all his strength and power into another effort to break his bonds. But it was a fruitless effort. He accomplished nothing more than overstressing some of the servos in his right shoulder unit. Hydraulic fluid mixed with internal lubricant and began to seep through the crease in his external armor, coating his chest plating in a thin film. His optics opened wider in outrage as he felt his cable being exposed, the horrifying sensation of soft tentacles going within him. Wrapping around his retracted bonding cable.. Slowly teasing it out.. Forcing it to extend.. His sensory networks betrayed him then. Reacting to the sensation with pleasure signals! A shudder rocked through his chassis. A shudder caused by a mixture of pleasure and nausea emotions.

The Quint that was working on his bonding cable switched faces then. His new face smirking in triumph. “It seems this mech remembers what he was built for. He is reacting in pleasure at organic touch,” he stated.

Cyclonus tried to snort in derision, but it merely came out as a nonsensical sound. He shook his head violently in denial. The heavy metal collar around his neck dug into the base of his cranial unit as he did so. A slow drip of energon began to seep over it. Lubricating his thin metal skin underneath… He envisioned that organic bag of goo exploding between his hands as he smashed him for this humiliation, even as he trembled in response to the slow slide of a ring going up his half-pressurized cable.

Looking down, his optics narrowed into burning embers as he watched the tentacles slowly working a metal ring around his bonding cable. His cable sensors went wild as it was slowly worked up to the base of it. Now he was unable to retract it, or even depressurize it for that matter. So just why were the slaggers doing this? What were their plans for him?

He thought that it was bad enough for them to be stroking his exposed bonding cable. His systems automatically pressurizing it due to the stimulation… But that wasn’t the worst humiliation. He soon realized that as he felt his port covers being pried open. The sick sensation of soft organic flesh as it slid inside him. His audios picked up the Quint behind him. The bastard chuckling as the mech thrashed in his bonds.

“Yes, he does seem to enjoy this,” the beast said as he slid his tentacles in-and-out of the furious Decepticon. The mech’s systems automatically coated his internal ports with protective lubricant. This made the sensation as pleasurable for the Quint – as it was for the mech.

“Mmmmm, yes, I would agree. It seems that the Decepticon base programming is not as fragmented as the Autobots,” the one in front of him stated as he continued to stroke the mech’s pressurizing cable.

“Insert his cable. Send him to the same customer as the other,” the one behind him ordered as he slid his tentacles out of the mech’s slick ports.

Cyclonus shuddered in revulsion as the one stroking his cable forced it to bend backwards. He felt the tip of it at his secondary port. Slowly it slid inside. The strange sensation of pleasure signals from his bonding cable, mixed with the pain signals from his secondary port as it was stretched to accommodate himself. His port added more protective lubricant, but it was such a tight fit that his cable was locked in place. He tried to curse at the two beasts. Threaten them for the humiliation they had wrought on him. But the object lodged in his mouth kept his threats from being voiced.

“Take him,” the Quints ordered the Sharkicon guards as they floated out of the room.

Cyclonus grunted as he resumed struggling. Even as the guards unhooked his shackled legs from the walls, he tried to kick. But he was only successful in almost hanging himself, for his legs were still shackled by a shoulder’s width chain. So when he kicked out, he forced his other leg out from under himself. Hanging for a brief second by the collar around his neck.. Frantically, he got his feet back underneath him.

The Sharkicons snickered as he struggled. Once he had gotten his feet back under him, they unhooked the chain from the ceiling and jerked hard. The caused the mech to fall to his knees. He glared up at the guards as they babbled to each other in their incoherent language. Even though he couldn’t understand the stupid mechs, he could tell they were insulting him. Growling in his throat, he promised himself that he would destroy these two first – when he broke free.

Forcing him up, the two guards half-marched, half-dragged him down the hall. The mech wincing as his taunt cable moved slightly within him with every step. Visions of murder and destruction filled his meta as he suffered the indignity of self-interfacing like this. He would murder them…torture them for this!

After what seemed like eternity, they stopped in front of a door. It slid open to reveal the most horrid scene that Cyclonus had ever had the misfortune of witnessing. Dozens of biped organics milled around. They were quite jolly from the sounds of their laughter and moans of pleasure. Most of them were either half-clothed or naked. There were couplings on the floor, on the couches lining the walls. The stench of alcoholic beverages mixed with the noxious odors of their sexual fluids.

But that wasn’t the truly horrifying part of the scene. The truly revolting part was the powerful blue mech who was chained helplessly near the center of the expansive room. He had a band around his face and helm, holding a ball in place within his mouth. Forced to stand because the chain that was hooked to the thick collar around his neck, was hooked on a thick hook in the ceiling, he struggled weakly - his optics weary from the long fight. His arms were chained behind his back, his ankles chained to hooks on the floor, keeping his legs spread wide. His cable was extended and pressurized - A ring tight around its base not allowing him to retract or depressurize it.

No, that wasn’t the most horrifying part though. The part that nauseated Cyclonus to his very core was the organic male standing behind the helpless mech. His hips pumping, his soft organic penis thrusting in and out of Ultra Magnus’s locked open port. The green skinned male was gripping the mech’s shoulders tightly as he moaned and thrust. Kissing the trembling mech along his back as he enjoyed the pleasure of the unwilling mech’s tight port around his penis with every thrust…

But that humiliation wasn’t even the worst humiliation that Magnus was suffering! The purple con felt rage burn within him as he was forced to watch as a pink-skinned organic female licked the mech’s chest armor as she positioned herself in front of him. Grabbing his slick bonding cable, she lifted a leg and set her foot against one of Magnus’s spread legs. Cyclonus watched in sick fascination as he himself was chained not far from Magnus. He watched the mech’s cable as it slowly disappeared into the soft recesses of the organic female’s port.

Magnus met his optics then. The horror and humiliation bright within them as he slumped in his bonds.. Cyclonus saw his weariness. Knew that his Autobot counterpart must’ve struggled for quite a length of time.. A look of pained understanding went between the mechs as Cyclonus shivered in revulsion as he felt soft flesh hands begin to explore his chassis. If they ever escaped.. This taboo experience that they were being forced to endure would never be spoken of.

“Well, well. We’ve got a new one to play with,” a fur covered feline-type biped purred as his hands roved over the sleek air frame. His slit pupils met those beautiful crimson orbs as the helpless mech trembled under his clawed fingers. He slid his hand down lower; fingering the thick looped cable between the machine’s spread legs. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this to a Decepticon,” he purred.

Cyclonus shuddered in revulsion as the feline wrapped his fingers around his cable. His optic widened in disgust as his cable began to move slightly. The feline making him thrust in-and-out of his own secondary port. Sensations of sickening pleasure washed through the mech’s networks. His ports releasing more lubricant in response..

“Oh, he likes that,” another organic male purred. His fur was in a tabby pattern. Sliding behind the trembling, moaning mech. He probed upwards with his fingers, sliding them into the mech’s primary port. Moving his fingers in-and-out, he enjoyed the tightness of the mech. “Keep doing that R’dren. I bet it’ll feel incredible with my dick in there,” he purred to his friend.

Cyclonus shuddered in revulsion as he felt the tip of the tabby’s penis press against the open entrance to his rear port. But the one called R’dren kept sliding his own bonding cable in-and-out of his secondary port. Arching slightly, the mech couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure as the tabby slid into him. He shook his head from side-to-side, trying desperately to deny that he could feel any pleasure at all from this outrageous act! But the pleasure stimuli coursed through him. Crashed over his networks like unrelenting waves…

“Feel good?” R’dren asked the tabby.

The tabby merely moaned in reply as he bit into Cyclonus’s back armor. His claws extended. Raking the purple mech as he thrust into him harder and harder with each stroke, his slit eyes closed in ecstasy. “Keep doing that. I can feel it. It’s… It’s incredible!” he purred breathlessly.

R’dren forced the mech’s own cable in-and-out faster and faster. Licking the mech’s chest armor as he pressed his fur against him… His own penis got hard as he listened to his friend’s whimpers of bliss. He kissed the mech’s spread lips. His tongue caressed the cord holding the ball inside his mouth. Cyclonus trembled against him helplessly - his optics burning in fiery rage.

With a final thrust, the tabby snarled as he viciously dug his claws into the mech. Throwing his head back the feline screamed as he shot his load deep within the tight port. Slumping against Cyclonus, he spasmed a few more times. Then his penis went limp and slowly slid out of the mech. Purring, he licked Cyclonus’s back armor. “Man, you cons are better than that Autobot there,” he purred into his audio as he nuzzled his back.

Magnus looked up then, his weary optics meeting Cyclonus’s once more. The femme in front of him gasping as she thrust her hips against him. Taking in more and more of his thick cable, her fluids coating it as she screamed in abandon. The Autobot jerked slightly as the male behind him thrust harder. Filling his overused port with even more organic goo…

Cyclonus gasped as cool air hit his sensitive bonding cable. Shifting his optics, he glanced down as R’dren pulled his cable out of his secondary port. But before he could adjust to the new sensation of freedom from his own port, a green scale-covered female roughly grabbed his cable. She flicked her reptilian tongue over his chest armor as if enjoying the flavor of his wax. The mech arched back slightly in repulsion. But his optics opened wide in horror as he realized his error by that move. A penis slid into his primary port as he did so. The feline called R’dren moaning as Cyclonus inadvertently forced him in deeper.

“Oh, ya, he enjoys this more than that other one,” he purred with half opened green eyes. Sliding his hands to the mech’s powerful shoulders, he sunk his claws in as he began to thrust into the mech. The vibration of his contented purr went through the mech’s chassis.

The reptilian female stroked the mech’s cable with one hand as she self-interfaced a bit with her other hand. “I wonder if you’ll feel as good inside me – as the other mech?” she hissed with a smirk.

Cyclonus wanted to smash the lizard’s face in. Grab the feline behind him by the scruff of his worthless neck and throw him straight through the heavy gauge metal of the wall. He struggled in vain, not willing to give into the pleasure stimuli that were coursing through him. This was taboo! This was an abomination! His optics clouded over in rage as he struggled to no avail. His actions only served to excite the two organics using him even more - to make those watching the action yell more encouragement to their friends…

Revulsion coursed through him as he felt cool soft wetness surround his bonding cable. The reptile arched against him as she curled her legs around his waist. The unwilling mech now forced to support her weight with his trembling legs as his cable disappeared into her depths. But though he tried, he couldn’t deny the pleasure signals rocketing through his networks. The sensation of the penis moving within him.. Those powerful thrusts against his bare aft..

The reptilian female began to move in synch with the feline male. Hissing in pleasure as the thick cable slid in and out of her. She sank her fangs into his chest armor as she rocked her hips back and forth. Her fluids coated him, her muscles working against his sensitive cable as he sank inside her.

He shuddered in both total disgust and pleasure as they used him. His fingers curling and uncurling as he still struggled to break free. He locked optics with his counterpart again. Both of them watching the other as he was used by the organics… Both of them understanding and empathizing with the revulsion the other was experiencing.. Both of them trying to deny receiving any pleasure out of the bestiality they were forced to endure..

The serpent screamed and gyrated against Cyclonus. Her sharp teeth tearing into his armor plating as she writhed in abandon. Strange waves of muscle contractions went along the length of his inserted bonding cable. This caused unsettling sensations of pleasure to dance over his networks. Then he felt a sharp pain in his back. The feline male digging in deeply with his claws as he snarled and thrust in hard, his cock spasming within the mech’s port… The warm wet sensation of semen flowing into the mech’s sensitive internal canal.

Cyclonus tensed in disgust as he realized that the two organics had climaxed while using him. His entire chassis heated up in his silent rage at the insult to his honor.. To his masculinity as a mech.. He would find a way to destroy them for this humiliation. To destroy them all! To bury his disgust as he watched their organic bodies vaporize in the flames of his revenge!

His thoughts were rudely interrupted as the hands of two more organics began to explore him. Replacing those of the now satisfied ones… Scanning around him in dismay, Cyclonus silently counted the organics who were now studying him with lust in their eyes. His optics turned back to Ultra Magnus’s as his cable was engulfed in the warm wetness of a canine-type organic female’s port.. As he felt another organic penis slowly insert itself within him.. That mech was also enduring the same humiliation.. The same unwanted bestiality..

Cyclonus forced his meta to ignore what was being done to him now. It was pointless to waste energy in fighting any longer. He would exact his revenge when he had the opportunity to escape. For now he must simply endure without going insane. He forced himself to concentrate on Magnus. To study his powerful physique, those steady optics.. How long had Magnus lusted after him?!? How had he not observed this in battle? The purple mech unconsciously shuddered as another organic ejaculated within him. But he kept his optics locked with those intense blue optics. The Autobot as strong and as proud as he! Enduring the molestation of the beasts as he waited for the opportunity to exact his own revenge… Cyclonus was positive of that.

Yes, if Magnus was a Decepticon, Cyclonus was sure they would’ve been mates long ago. For two warriors as strong and experienced as they were, would not be tolerant of the weaker. The more he contemplated on this, the more he became convinced. The Autobot had been attracted to him from the very first battle. Cyclonus’s strength and cunning a perfect match to his own. And now that the con knew of the Autobot’s interest in him, the more he was amazed that he hadn’t seen just how perfectly matched they really were. Perhaps when they destroyed these beasts and escaped, he’d have to consider how to pursue Ultra Magnus in the future…

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