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Pain Without Limits	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 5
- 6
- 7
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Pain Without Limits

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Rainbow Lizard

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Harley: Now, let’s continue.

Lizard: YAY! Moving on!

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Chapter Six: Victim

It was several hours later before Barricade woke up with a jolt from another nightmare. He almost screamed with shock, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He sat up, knees shaking, and looked at the bars to the cell. Suddenly he found himself wishing that he could get out of the cell and be with Bumblebee. Bumblebee was the first person who had been kind to him in centuries. Before now, he'd had to be tough. But Bumblebee, even if he was a yellow Autobot creep, made the mech feel, for a little while, as if he could be weak around Bumblebee and still be safe. It wasn't a feeling he'd had before.

Bumblebee was in his bedroom, thinking about Barricade's pain, he began to shudder as he suffered a nightmare in which Barricade was holding him captive and doing horrible things to him, springing out of bed covered in sweat, he looked to the door of his room.

The Autobot got up, yawning and stretching; it was morning now, so he went into the catering section of the base and ate some breakfast before heading towards the cells to see Barricade.

The Decepticon was sitting, curled up in the corner and hugging his knees. He looked thoroughly miserable, almost as if somebody had just taken a stick to his face. But when he heard Bumblebee coming, he looked up, and the Autobot was surprised to see him smile briefly, nervously, before he squashed the expression.

"You alright, Barricade?" Bumblebee asked, walking into the cell, "I've just woken up... I had a horrible nightmare..." he told the Decepticon.

Barricade looked at him, "I have them all the time," he answered bluntly, with a shrug, "Sometimes when I’m awake. Had another one last night."

"What was it about? Do you mind if I ask?" Bumblebee asked, sitting down next to Barricade.

"It was..." Barricade paused, "It was them. All of them, doing it together. I thought they were going to terminate me... I swear, they wouldn't stop..." He looked down, ashamed and humiliated.

Bumblebee frowned and looked at the floor."I... I had a dream of you doing it to me... It was horrible...”

"Huh..." Barricade shuddered, "Even though you are an Autobot," he said awkwardly, "I wouldn't do that. Because... because I know how bad it hurts... how it's so... frightening..." he shifted awkwardly.

"I... I know... but it felt so... so REAL," Bumblebee replied, a great fear in his voice, he shivered as he thought of the dream, "D-Did you used to... do that?"

"No," Barricade answered quickly, "Might have tried to do it to the ones who did it to me. But I never got the chance. Besides, it hurts too bad."

"It must be horrible... being a slave for merging," Bumblebee empathised. He leant backwards, resting his head on the wall behind.

Barricade nodded, "I hated it," he said, "But... it was easier to give in. He hurt me less if I let him do it... if I pretended I liked it."

"What would he do if... if you didn't?" Bumblebee asked, genuine fear and fright in his optics as he looked into Barricade's.

"You don't need to know," Barricade replied, "Except that he wouldn't stop." The mech paused, looking at Bumblebee again, "Bumblebee?" he asked, "I... it's a long time since... I mean, nobody ever... I mean, it hurts inside. I don't want it to hurt inside, but..." he looked down, "When I look at you... it hurts a little bit less..."

"Barricade... what do you mean?" Bumblebee asked, standing up. "I don't understand."

Barricade swallowed, "It hurts less," he repeated, "A little, anyway," he looked up at Bumblebee, "Most of the other Decepticons would hurt me. But you don't. Even though... we're supposed to be enemies..." he smiled weakly.

"Well us Autobots aren't allowed to do that. I feel it's just not right to do that." Bumblebee replied. "We're just soldiers on opposite sides, after all.”

"It... it would have been nice to have a friend," Barricade looked at Bumblebee briefly, "I guess..." he stood up, "But I didn't have one. I didn't have anybody to back me up; I was all alone. But I'm not any more. Which is nice..."

"W-We're...?" Bumblebee smiled. Finally! The Decepticon was going to calm down a little!

Still standing, Barricade smiled. It was an awkward smile, nervous, as if he was expecting any moment that Bumblebee would lash out and hit him, or start molesting him, but the Autobot wasn't doing that. He wasn't that malicious or spiteful, and it made the mech almost hopeful.

Bumblebee smiled himself back at Barricade, "W-We're friends, then?"

"Can we be?" Barricade asked. He was standing there, looking almost as if he was expecting Bumblebee to punch him for the suggestion, "I mean, I am a Decepticon... I'm not exactly a nice guy." He reached a hand out towards Bumblebee slowly.

"I - I would like that." Bumblebee shook the hand, a smile growing on his face. "I want to be your friend, Barricade.”

Barricade smiled again and leant forward, wrapping his arms around Bumblebee in an awkward hug, "Thankyou," he mumbled, "Nobody ever... didn't usually... it hurt..."

Bumblebee hesitated but slowly wrapped his arms around the Decepticon in return. "It's... no problem," he said, patting the Decepticon's back.

"It's... been hurting... such a long time," Barricade gasped out, "Wouldn't stop... thankyou..." The mech wrapped his arms around Bumblebee’s shoulders, holding onto him tightly.

Bumblebee continued to pat the Decepticon's back. "There there... it must've been so horrible..." he said soothingly.

Barricade buried his face in Bumblebee's chassis, still gasping. Oily tears began to leak down down his face and trickle down the Autobot. He hated feeling so vulnerable in front of an enemy - but nobody had ever cared about how he felt about being raped. This was a first.

"So do you want me to keep hugging you?" Bumblebee asked, continuing to pat Barricade.

Barricade nodded against Bumblebee, still weeping. His hands clutched at the Autobot's shoulders, and he seemed almost incapable of letting go himself.

"It definitely hurt you... I'm so sorry for you..." Bumblebee stopped patting and wrapped his arms around the Decepticon in a hug.

"Remembering hurts... real bad," Barricade sounded almost like a child as he wept and held the yellow Camerro, "I wish... wish I could have... the undoing of things I've done..." He leant his cheek on Bumblebee's shoulder, feeling rather strange and yet strangely comfortable.

Smiling, Bumblebee gently pushed him away, stroking the Decepticon's cheek.

Barricade didn’t look a whole lot happier. He looked nervous and his hands shook. Tears were still trickling down his cheeks. Bumblebee had never seen him cry before.

"You can start to move on now... Barricade..." Bumblee patted Barricade on the back, "The Autobots have saved you... and I'm here for you." He felt enraged at what had happened to this poor robot. Decepticon or not, he had gone through hell, and nobody deserved to be treated that way. He felt such sympathy for Barricade.

Barricade flinched slightly at the touch, and managed a contemptuous laugh, "You saved me? You didn't know anything about this when you killed Blackout!"

"Intentional or not... it’s over now," Bumblebee replied.

The mech sat down on his bunk, and put his head in his hands once again, still crying. He didn't know what to do... he fel almost afraid.

"You want me to talk to someone about it... or just keep it our secret? You could use the extra help Barricade..." Bumblebee said softly.

"I... I don't need any help," Barricade said firmly, not looking up, "Just... just leave me alone," he pleaded.

"Okay... If that’s what you want me to do..." Bumblebee began to say, walking out slowly.

Barricade gave a quiet sigh and lay down on his bunk, curling up and facing the wall, his knees to his chassis and his arms wrapped around his knees.

"I'm so sorry..." Bumblebee whispered. He left, feeling that his 'time was done' and that Barricade could have done with a bit of time alone.

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“Whore,” a voice told Barricade, “Slut.”

At first, with his optics tightly closed, Barricade was certain that it was Blackout talking, but it... didn’t sound like his voice. It sounded lighter, though just as cruel and mocking. Then a hand lashed across his face, and he opened his optics quickly.

It wasn’t Blackout this time. It wasn’t Starscream or Devastator or Bonecrusher either.

It was Bumblebee who stood there, sneering at Barricade now lying flat on his back and chained to a bunk. He smiled, a cold and icy smile, rather than the kind and pitying smile Barricade was sure he’d seen before.

“Tramp,” Bumblebee mocked him, climbing on top of him, “Tart. Harlot,” another slap, “Now, don’t you dare move, prosti-droid.”

“Don’t you dare touch me, you sadistic monster!” Barricade screamed back, and started twisting and fighting the Autobot on top of him. He managed to kick Bumblebee off and stood up, ready to run.

But then Bumblebee chuckled, standing up himself, and held up something. The remote for Barricade’s shock collar. Barricade gasped and made a dash for Bumblebee to stop him, but the yellow Camerro pressed the button, and he was brought screaming to his knees and clutching at his neck.

“What do you WANT?!” Barricade screamed, his body going into spasms on the floor.

“You,” Bumblebee gave a cold laugh, and stopped pressing the button, “Well, not you. Your body is enough...” he tapped the button quickly, prompting a brief shriek from Barricade.

“No... no...” Barricade begged.

“Oh, very well,” Bumblebee pressed the button again. Shocks, both lengthy and brief, agonising and merely shocking, went through Barricade’s body, “I wouldn’t want to do it if you didn’t want me to...” he smirked.

As the shocks continued, Barricade screamed and twisted on the floor, “NO! NO!” he screamed, “I THOUGHT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!”

“You’re a Decepticon, whore,” Bumblebee sneered, releasing the button, “Why would I want to be friends with you? There’s only one thing Decepticons are good for...” He laughed, and pressed the button again.

“STOP! OH PRIMUS PLEASE STOP!” Barricade screamed.

“Not until you give me the only thing I want from you,” Bumblebee answered, letting go of the button, “Scream when I tell you. Don’t scream when I tell you. Pretend you enjoy it. If you don’t...” Another shock ran through Barricade.

He lay there, screaming and jerking for several minutes. The shocks were agonising and terrifying, and he was desperately trying to fight the desire to give in, “YOU KEEP SAYING YOU’RE THE GOOD GUYS!” he screamed, frantically tugging at the collar.

“Yeah, we are. So unlike Blackout, I promise I’ll be gentle,” Bumblebee smiled cruelly.

It went on for several more minutes, but Barricade couldn’t stand it any longer, “STOP! I’LL DO IT!” he screamed, and the shocks stopped, leaving him trembling on the floor, “I’ll... do it...” he whispered, “I’ll do... anything you say...”

“Finally, a smart Decepticon,” Bumblebee laughed, “Lie still under me,” he told the other mech, climbing on top of him and trailing a finger down his chassis.

Barricade lay as still as he could, not struggling, only looking away from Bumblebee, his fists clenching in terror and his body trembling in pain.

“Now,” Bumblebee chuckled, “Beg for me to remove your armour and merge with you, whore.”

“Please...” Barricade hesitated, then spoke again, “Strip me naked... fuck me hard...”

Bumblebee smirked, and began to strip Barricade, and though he was removing the armour painlessly, the humiliation was unbearable. Barricade had already lost most of his dignity to Blackout, Starscream, Devastator and Bonecrusher, but he had thought... just for a little while... that he could trust Bumblebee not to hurt him. How wrong he had been.

He screamed in terror as Bumblebee thrust forward slowly, easing his hard interfacing cables into the Saleen. It took all his willpower not to start struggling again.

“No, slut,” Bumblebee said softly as he thrust back and forth smoothly, “Don’t scream. Moan... moan in pleasure. Enjoy it...”

Barricade shuddered, “Oh... yes...” he moaned, and tears began to trickle down his cheeks, “Keep doing that... it feels so good,” he lied.

“There’s a good whore,” Bumblebee said coldly, “Now we’ll have our fun...” he hissed, his hands reaching into Barricade’s armour, and inside his Spark case. He grinned widely as Barricade moaned, “Aren’t you enjoying this?” he mocked the ‘con, “You’d better be...”

“Y-y-yes...” Barricade gave a low moan, “Th-th-that feels... s-s-s-so good...” he lied, forcing himself to lie still, neither pulling away nor bucking forward.

Bumblebee was stroking him tenderly. He had never before imagined that a touch so gentle could hurt so much. Gasping with the deep thrusts, he continued to look away.

“Look at me!” Bumblebee ordered him, and slapped his face sharply. Barricade turned his face to look at the dominant Autobot, still weeping, “Ah...” the Camerro whispered, “My special little whore...”

Barricade shuddered and flinched away at another stroke, another tender squeeze, another thrust. Bumblebee was right. He was a whore. He was a slut. He had given in rather than feel more of the shock collar’s pain. He was a prisoner here. And it was obvious that Bumblebee enjoyed degrading him just as much as Blackout had. But now... now it was worse, because for a moment he’d thought maybe he could trust Bumblebee.

But it hurt. It hurt to feel anything at all.

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Barricade’s red optics snapped open, and he sat up with a jolt, screaming and crying at the same time. When he stopped screaming, now panting in fear, he wondered why the nightmares had to come every single night. Why they had to be that way. Primus, usually they were based almost entirely on memories. Not on things that might still happen. Not with Bumblebee in them.

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