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**Winner’s Luck Pt 4**

**Double Trouble Pt 3**

**A “Market Commodity” Story**
**By TurtleDreamer**
**G1 Universe**

Disclaimer: Transformers is not owned by me. “Market Commodity” idea is by StSe. I’m just fortunate enough to get to play in their universes. I don’t own any copyrighted, registered, or trademarked items that may be mentioned in this story.

Thank you, StSe, for the original concept, beta reading and encouragement. Also, thanks for letting me bend the rules for the start of my story. My plot bunny loves you.

Author’s Note: I’ve edited DTPt3 to bring it consistent with later, more developed chapters. I fixed formatting where needed, and added some detail that meshes better with the story that ended up developing. Hopefully, I managed to catch all spelling and grammatical errors. Thanks for reading.

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Rumble carefully uncurled himself, from where Frenzy had dumped him in the dirt and gravel. He sullenly watched the blue cassette deftly pick the door’s lock, and enter the human-made structure. Feeling uncharitable, Rumble gave his partner’s retreating back the finger. “Fragger…”

Still grumbling; the red cassette looked around for his missing blaster, spying it near the inanimate Bumblebutt look-alike. Chunks of automotive glass sparkled where they had been scattered by the weapon’s discharge. Rumble felt a little chagrined that he’d spoiled their little ruse, but really—humans should be serving them. He was relieved that he wouldn’t have to be subservient to a fleshbag.

“//Hey, Z, you find her?//” Rumble commed, as he picked up his blaster and checked it for damage.

“//Yeah,//” Frenzy commed backed. “//She’s got herself barricaded in a small room.//” The blue cassette snickered, “//Stupid thing’s still tryin’ to call for help.//”

Satisfied that the blaster was in working order, Rumble returned it to standby mode on his back. He removed its twin to examine the marks left by Frenzy’s dental plating. “//You’d better be careful not to chew on that human like ya do me, Z,//” he admonished, earning himself another snicker.

The red cassette replaced the second blaster, the pair of weapons forming what looked like miniature, gray wings on his back. The twin barrels stuck straight up, several inches higher than his cranial unit, giving him the illusion of additional height. With one last look at the car, and the still slightly smoking tree, Rumble followed his partner into the human domicile.

Hope’s tenth attempt at calling for help was met with the same response as the previous nine attempts. “We’re sorry; your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please hang up and try again.”

The frightened woman had wedged herself into the space between the washing machine and a wall, leaning against the cool metal in despair. She wished she had never responded to that winner’s notification. She wished she had a rocket launcher. She wished she was anything; but the weak female who was about to be raped and murdered, by the alien robot versions of Beavis and Butthead. A bubble of hysterical laughter interrupted her sobbing breaths. It looked like she’d finally be losing her virginity.

Pulling herself together, she tried her cordless, one more time. Her eleventh attempt was interrupted by a voice coming simultaneously from the earpiece, and the other side of the blocked door. “We control the vertical and the horizontal…heheh. Give it up, babe.”

The phone went dead, but the voice at the door continued. “I got all of your communications blocked; landline, mobile, internet—everything.

Sighing in defeat, Hope’s attention wandered aimlessly over the room. Her eye was caught by the quirky de-motivational poster hanging on the laundry room wall. It showed a sinking ship with the caption, “MISTAKES: It Could Be That the Purpose of Your Life Is Only to Serve as a Warning to Others.” She grabbed a clean towel, out of a nearby basket, and buried her face in it to stifle her hysterical shrieks. She felt her mind unhinging at the thought that someday her experience would become a PSA. “…and knowing is half the battle!” Hope started seeing spots, and the small room seemed to spin.

Rumble found Frenzy standing outside of the room the human had fled into, when an odd high-pitched sound abruptly began and ended. The Decepticons looked at the natural wood finished door, wearing twin expressions of befuddlement.

“What’d ya do?” Rumble asked accusingly.

“Nothing…‘cept block her communications.” Frenzy shrugged. The blue cassette reached out and lightly tapped on the door. “Hey, babe, ya can’t stay in there forever!” he called.

They could hear a kind of muffled choking noise coming from the other side. A scan, and comparison to the clone data, indicated that it was a small laundry room. The female had pushed a large appliance in front of the door to block it. There was a small window that was too high and narrow to crawl out of, and no other doors. She was sitting on the floor in a far corner, rocking. Her vital signs were erratic.

“Enough of this…” Rumble transformed his arms into pile drivers. Frenzy knocked him back.

“Put those things away,” Frenzy ordered. “We don’t wanna damage the human, or anymore of her property, so we play nice.”

Rumble glared, but put away his pile drivers. He understood the concept of not wanting to draw undue attention, and he really was trying. But patience really wasn’t one of his strong points, and being “nice” to a fleshy went against his programming something fierce. He thought, for sure, that they’d be in and out—pun intended—within less than 24 hours of entering the human’s establishment. He wasn’t looking forward to what would happen, if they lingered at the fleshy’s home for too long.

Frenzy focused his attention back on the door. “Come on out, babe. We ain’t gonna hurt ya…”

“BULLSHIT!!” Frenzy turned back to his partner with a slag-eating grin on his face. A bit of spark was a major turn-on. The blue con wanted a willing, passionate partner; not a mewling victim.

Rumble crossed his arms, waiting to see how this was going to play out. It was kinda sad and pathetic to watch Frenzy work the frightened meat bag. Considering that’s what both he and his twin ultimately thought of humans—pathetic meat bags.

“No, really,” Frenzy attempted to reassure. “We just wanna interface with ya, and then we’ll leave. Honest…”

“I’m not—interfacing—with anybody!” was the vehement response.

“Ya know,” Frenzy said nonchalantly, “we could just bust down this door, or a wall, and drag ya out...”

“Go away!” she interrupted.

“…but where’s the fun in that?” the blue cassette smoothly continued.

“Sounds like fun to me…” Rumble muttered. Frenzy ignored him.

“Leave me the hell alone!” she howled insistently.

“Be reasonable,” Frenzy wheedled. “Ya gotta come out at some time to refuel and recharge. We just wanna have a little fun with ya…then we’ll leave ya alone.”

“Yeah,” Rumble agreed, trying to get into the part. “A little fun never hurt anybody.”

“Go jump in a lake!” She hollered, “In case you hadn’t noticed—we’ve got a good sized one nearby!”

“We’re only gonna be here a couple of days, tops. We’ll make it worth your while,” Frenzy continued in his attempt at persuasion. “We downloaded all those pleasure files from the clones…”

“Please, just leave…” the woman’s voice now sounded broken and tired.

“//Just a little more, and we’ll have her.//” Frenzy gloated. “Nope, ya got tonight to get used to the idea,” he warned. “We’re not normally this patient. You’re really lucky that we don’t want ya to be damaged.”

“//Let her think on that for a while,//” the blue cassette added.

“//Do I gotta remind ya that each breem we spend here, is a breem we’re closer to bein’ off-lined?//” the red cassette griped.

They had almost succeeded in their original plan, until Ravage had caught them trying to sneak a deactivated seeker clone out of the DTI warehouse. Actually, it was better that it was the panther-con who had busted them. The twin cassettes begged and pleaded with their brother; and against Ravage’s better judgment, he didn’t tell Soundwave. Ravage had no idea that Rumble and Frenzy had a “Plan-B”. If he had, the black cassette would have used his claws to remove the twins’ bonding cables.

Frenzy and Rumble had used the recent down time as reason to do some “recon exercises”, thereby giving them time to implement “Plan-B”. Luckily, Soundwave had bought it, and they were currently on communications black out with the Nemisis. The slag would really hit the ventilator, if anybody found out where they really were.

They had five solar cycles, at the most. That’s if, and only if, nobody discovered where they had stashed the clones. Two of those days had already been spent in transit, and Rumble was understandably concerned. The further the two had gotten enmeshed, the more it seemed like substituting themselves for their clones had been a bad idea.

“//Ya worry too much,//” Frenzy scoffed. He looked around the large room, which appeared to be a common area. There were two cream colored leather sofas, and a matching loveseat, set in a “U” shape. The open end faced a fireplace that had a flat-screen television mounted above it. A small coffee table sat between the sofas. Matching end tables were on either side of the love seat. The floors were hardwood, with a complementary paneling on the walls. “//Let’s check the place out while we’re waitin’.//”

Usually, when Frenzy and Rumble were near a human structure; they were spying or destroying. Only rarely did they even come close to the residential units. They certainly never had the opportunity to be inside of one. In spite of their disdain towards humanity; they were curious about the species that was comparable in size to themselves. After all, everything on the Nemesis was scaled for much larger mechs. Their recon programming allowed them to navigate the rooms with surprising grace, for all of their rough and tumble ways. It didn’t stop them from making a mess, however, as they rifled through everything.

Frenzy, especially, was enjoying the chance to explore. What amazed him the most, were the similarities to what he remembered from Cybertron. The blue cassette particularly liked the common room; with seating focusing on an entertainment unit, or for engaging in conversation. Cybertronians didn’t need a separate kitchen or dining area, seeing how the energon dispenser was located in the common area. So, the cassettes entertained themselves opening doors and drawers, looking at all the little human chotchkeys.

“Oh, hey…what’s this?” Rumble said. He was poking at a container made from woven, dried organic matter.

“Eh…” Frenzy lifted a hinged lid. He wrinkled his olfactory sensor at the smell. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different. “Looks like human fuel.”

The blue cassette frowned and looked around the room. Spying the door for the refrigeration unit, he lifted the container from the counter.

“Glitch, what are you doin’?” Rumble queried.

“The info from the clones says that this stuff needs to stay cold, to preserve it.” Frenzy replied, after searching the data stored in his temporary files. He opened the door, not seeing a space big enough to place the container.

“Why are ya botherin’?” Rumble frown at his partners’ increasingly odd behavior.

Frenzy ignored him; and began taking the individually store items, from the organic container, and placing them in the refrigeration unit. The blue cassette didn’t want to admit that he was feeling comfortable in the human’s home, and wouldn’t mind staying. Yeah, the humans were “meat”, but if he was honest—he and his twin weren’t treated much better. It was just so cool to interact with objects that were on a similar scale to himself. Frenzy deposited the last wrapped item; closing the appliance door, and placing the empty carrying container back on the counter.

Bored with Frenzy’s domesticity, Rumble went to look into a room located off of the kitchen. This room contained a desk with a computer, tablets and writing utensils, but what really got his attention were the little decorative ornaments. They were in plastic bins labeled “necklaces”, “earrings”, “bracelets” and “sets”. The bins were all carefully lined up on shelves next to containers that had the loose parts the ornaments were made out of. A set of finished ornaments was laid out on a display unit.

“What’s the point?” Rumble scoffed, as Frenzy joined him from the kitchen. “You can’t pretty up creatures that ugly.” Snorting, the red cassette left the small room.

Frenzy disagreed, but kept his own counsel. His digits brushed against an ornate collar, which was made from blue and green stones. The green stone was almost the same shade as his human’s eyes. ‘His human…’ “Oh, yeah,” he whispered, ‘she will be mine.”

Knowledge of the human’s business kept them from being puzzled by the number of rooms that were dedicated to recharge. The entire second floor was dominated by these rooms. Each recharge room had access to a private wash room. “Niiiice…” Rumble drawled. Only officers had personal wash racks on the Nemisis. Which didn’t mean much to Soundwave’s cassettes, they all shared one anyways.

Frenzy spent the most time poking around in what they found to be the female’s personal quarters. Just off the common room, there was a smaller one that was furnished with a leather recliner, end table, and entertainment center. Across the small room from the common room door, was the entrance her recharge room. The blue cassette was fascinated by all of the trappings of human femininity. He laid down on her berth, marveling at the softness, and taking in the female’s unique scent. Nothing escaped his curiosity. Not even the locked chest at the foot of her berth. Red optics lit up brighter, as he eyed the contents with glee.

“//Yo, Rumble,//” he commed. “//Ya gotta check this out.//”

“What?” Rumble stopped dead in the doorway.

Frenzy was holding up a device that was cylindrical, with a tapered end. One more thing their species had in common with humanity. Sex toys…and the previously locked chest had about a dozen. The chest also contained books, DVDs, massage oil, body butter, flavored lubricant and colorful condoms. There were only two toys, and some plain lubricant, that appeared to have been used; everything else was still in sealed packages.

Rumble poked at the other loose toy. It had been modeled off of an adult film star, and was molded out of a bright pink material used to simulate flesh. Judging by its length and diameter, it was no wonder the female had panicked at the size of their fully extended cables.

“It’s a good thing we’re adjustable,” Frenzy quipped.

He opened one of the flavored lubricants, and tested it with his glossa. The chemicals that comprised it were safe for Cybertronians, and he was intrigued by the “cherry” flavor. He offered some to Rumble, but was waved off. Rumble was still anxious about the time they were wasting, and couldn’t get excited at his partner’s discovery. Frenzy was much more interested in the human’s stuff than he was.

They ended up settling in the common room, watching the large television mounted above the fireplace. Rumble was still fuming over what a waste of time it was to let the organic come out on her own, but Frenzy had been adamant. So the red cassette sat there and stewed, while the blue one seemed completely unconcerned about the timer that was counting down.

The Decepticons were brought out of their reveries by a soft grunt of effort followed by the sound of a heavy appliance being pushed over linoleum flooring.

“’bout fraggin’ time…” Rumble muttered, as he started to rise from the sofa he’d been lounging on.

“Sit down.” Frenzy hissed. “I don’t want ya spookin’ her, again.”

Rumble plopped himself back down with a snort, and turned his attention back to the television. Frenzy ignored his pouting twin, red optics trained on the slowly opening door.

“Hello?” a timid voice ventured from the partially opened door.

“//Not a word.//” Frenzy warned. The blue cassette put a smile on his faceplate, which he hoped the human would find reassuring. “It’s okay, babe. Come on out,” he coaxed.

Frenzy watched the door opened more fully, the female hesitating nervously at the threshold. Wary green eyes darted around the room, taking in the locations of the seemingly unconcerned Decepticons. His attention was drawn by a glimpse of a soft pink glossa that darted out from her lip components. Wondering how that organic glossa would feel, caused his bonding cable to twitch behind his armor. Frenzy bit back a moan. ‘Patience,’ he reminded himself. He held out one blue hand, beckoning the human to come sit by him.

She took one step into the common room. “You said that I have until tomorrow morning…”

“Yeah…but don’t worry,” Frenzy chuckled. “We’re not gonna nab ya straight outta recharge.”

The woman visibly relaxed. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“//Primus…I think I’m gonna purge my tanks…right here…right now…//” Rumble warned, without looking away from the television.

Frenzy shot him a dirty look. “//Look, fragger, I already explained to ya…//”

“//Yeah, yeah…whatever.//” Rumble interrupted. “//Your pet’s goin’ back into her hole.//”

The blue cassette redirected his attention to find that; indeed, the woman had retreated back into the room she’d been holed up in. He got up to investigate, slowly approaching the door so he wouldn’t startle her.

Hope really didn’t believe that they intended to let her live, and as she’d sat in the darkening room, the woman had mourned what her life should’ve been. Then she’d become angry. That anger had waned as she faced her captors, again. The feeling of helplessness smothered her.

Even though it was futile, Hope decided to act as normally as possible. This meant finishing the chores she had abandoned, earlier in the day. She stood, with her hands on her hips, glaring at the white clothes dryer that weighed a lot more now than it had a couple of hours ago.

“Ya want some help with that?” a quiet male voice behind her made Hope jump.

“Shit!” she yelped as she grabbed the nearest item and took a swing.

The Decepticon Frenzy, one of The Great Slag-Maker’s elite warriors—found himself being pummeled with a pillow. He raised an arm to stave off the assault. Who was he trying to kid, anyways…Frenzy was well aware of his peon status—but the human wasn’t. He could use that to his advantage, at some point.

Hope whacked him a few more times, before realizing what she was doing…and to whom she was doing it to. She backed up to the wall, clutching the pillow to her chest. Then it dawned on her that he was laughing. ‘Asshole,’ she thought with malice.

“Hey! Will you two keep it down in there?” Rumble called. “I’m trying to watch Battle Bots!”

Still giggling, the blue cassette pulled himself together. A nod towards the dryer reminded Hope of his offer of assistance.

Hope stood aside and watched him effortlessly shove the dryer back into its place next to the washer. The blue alien picked up the cord, frowning thoughtfully, before spying the corresponding outlet. He plugged in the appliance in, turning to Hope with a grin. He was actually quite handsome, and the guileless expression fueled her helpless anger even more.

At that inopportune moment, her body’s needs made themselves known in a double whammy. Unfortunately, the alien was between her and the door. Noticing the red one hovering just outside, Hope decided that blunt was best.

“I really have to pee—so get out of my way, or you’ll be cleaning up a mess.”

“Pee?” Frenzy frowned at the unfamiliar term.

“Urinate.” Hope was starting to shift nervously. “Liquid bodily waste that needs to be disposed of in a special receptacle…” ‘Oh, God, please let them get a clue,’ she prayed.

The aliens stood there a few precious seconds…then it clicked.

“Eww…!” They both stepped aside, and the human darted out. Rumble watched her duck through the next door over, and they heard a third door slam shut. Frenzy followed her out of the laundry room, their sensitive audios picked up the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

“Ya sure ya still wanna do this, Z?” Rumble grimaced, as he dialed down his sensitivity. “Humans are so gross.”

“We’ll just have her bathe before we do anythin’ to her.” In spite of that moment of “yuck”, Frenzy was still keyed up with anticipation. He really wanted to put to use those toys he and Rumble had found, not to mention that flavored lubricant.
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