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Collections--Het Version	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I'll also be putting oneshots here too. There is some slash in this fic.

Title: Slave No More
Pairing: OFC/Prowl/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Bi, het, mech/human, oral, slash, sticky, threesome
Summary: The life of a slave can be a horrible existence, but that’s about to change for S4.
A/N: Written for SW124. Character S4 belongs to her.

S4 had known freedom and happiness in her life, but that changed over a year ago. Ripped from her home and family, S4 had been forced into a life of slavery. She was groomed to be the perfect, submissive slave and endured numerous, humiliating medical examinations to assess her sexual experience and to get her measurements for outfits. Her master, a teal and black mech that towered over her, was pleased with the results. With S4 being a virgin, he could charge top price for her.

With such a hefty price tag over her head, buyers in the slave market quickly turned away, but it didn’t stop most of them from groping her or stealing a kiss. It was degrading, and the vile acts angered her. It was tempting to fight back, but S4 had witnessed several defiant slaves suffer excruciating punishments. Pain terrified her, and the threat of torture kept her in line.

Her bleak thoughts were interrupted when someone pulled on the tail of her skimpy, black cat costume. She whipped around, frowning when she saw a brown and gray mech with red optics leering down at her. A shocked yelp followed as one of the mech’s fingers prodded her rear.

Cheeks burning, S4 hissed, “Stop it…please.”

“Not a chance, beautiful,” the mech chuckled. “There’s no way I can afford you…so I’m going to sample you for as long as possible.”

S4 thrashed and screamed as she was scooped up and fondled. As long as the mech wasn’t trying to claim her virginity, S4 knew no one would come to her aid. The mech could touch, taste, and even strip her clothing off to his spark’s content. The probing touches suddenly stopped, and S4 felt herself falling for a brief moment before a different servo caught her. A mech with the mixed colors of black, gold, and cream was smiling warmly at her. S4 smiled back. She didn’t know why, but she felt safe in this mech’s gentle grip.

“Get lost or I’ll tear you apart!”

Tilting her head, S4 saw a massive black and green spiked mech kicking aside the brown and gray mech. The smaller bot cursed and scrambled away. The spiked mech strode over, using one finger to fiddle with the collar around S4’s neck, causing the young woman to tense up.

The spiked mech whistled and shook his helm. “You’ve got expensive taste, Prowl.”

Prowl snorted, “I have enough in my savings, Lockdown.”

“Don’t get snippy,” Lockdown growled, brushing his fingers through S4’s long, brown hair. “I’ll chip in half.” He gazed into S4’s blue eyes. “Where’s your master?”

Hesitantly, S4 pointed to her owner, standing in a far corner, watching the two mechs. Lockdown walked off toward the mech.

“What’s your name?” Prowl asked.

The young woman gazed back at Prowl and softly answered, “S4.”

“Do you have family somewhere?” Prowl inquired.

S4 glanced at the floor as her eyes brimmed with tears. “No. They’re all…dead. I have no one left.”

“…I’m sorry,” Prowl murmured.

S4 remained silent and nuzzled into Prowl’s warm palm as Lockdown returned.

“Everything is set,” Lockdown stated. “Let’s get going, kid.” He rubbed his finger along S4’s cheek. “You too, cutie. You’ve got a new home waiting for you.”

After a year spent in hell, S4 was finally happy. She had her own room aboard the ship, which she decorated as she saw fit. She was able to buy more comfortable clothing; she was allowed to wander around; even better, she was treated as an equal. Most of her time was spent alongside Prowl, chatting or meditating. Lockdown often joked and flirted with her, but he was never forceful with his desires, and her initial fear toward him disappeared.

One day, S4 grabbed a box of video chips sitting out in the empty bridge and took them to her room. She rummaged through the collection consisting of nature files and various documentaries until she found a blank file. Curious, she popped the file into her computer, and her eyes went wide, mouth parting in a gasp when the image of Prowl, on his servos and knees, screaming in pleasure as Lockdown rammed into him from behind, filled her screen. Warmth spread between her legs as Lockdown slammed harder into Prowl, nibbling the ninjabot’s fairings as he reached around to pump the younger mech’s cable. Parting her legs, S4 pulled up her skirt and delved her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, cheeks heating as she began to massage her swollen clit. She knew she shouldn’t have been watching such a private, intimate video, but she couldn’t turn away. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Lowering her fingers, she pushed through the folds of flesh and brushed over her opening.

“Enjoying a video from our personal collection, hmm?”

S4 gulped and turned her head, finding Lockdown and Prowl looming over her. She never even heard them enter her room. She tore her hand away from between her legs and covered her face in shame.

“I--I’m sorry!” S4 sobbed. “I shouldn’t have taken the box without permission! I shouldn’t have watched your video! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s all right,” Lockdown murmured, shrinking down to a smaller holoform version, placing a servo on S4’s shoulder.

Prowl shrank down as well, rubbing his fingers through S4’s hair. “We don’t mind you watching. We never would have thought…that our interfacing would arouse you so much.”

Kneeling next to S4, Lockdown chuckled, “How would you like to join us?”

“Lockdown!” Prowl snarled. “Don’t be so blunt!”

“N--no…it’s a--all right,” S4 stammered. “I want…to be…with you both…but I’ve…never…had sex before.”

“We’ll only do what you want,” Lockdown stated, nuzzling into S4’s neck.

S4 let out a soft sigh as both mechs’ lips traced over her neck, shuddering as their servos rubbed over her shoulders. She trembled harder as their lips trailed up to her face, raining tender pecks along her cheeks before moving closer to her lips. She mewled as their lips closed in over mouth, sharing her lips in a soft kiss. Parting her lips, she allowed their glossas to slide into her mouth, moaning as their glossas continuously rubbed over her tongue.

With shaky hands, S4 pulled at her shirt, breaking the kiss to pull the dark fabric over her head, shivering as Lockdown and Prowl lustfully stared at her bra covered breasts. Both reached for her chest, then hesitated while looking into her clouded, blue eyes. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra, letting the lacy garment slip from her shoulders, exposing her supple breasts while nodding her consent for them to touch.

“So beautiful,” Lockdown cooed.

“Yes…beautiful,” Prowl repeated.

“Oh!” S4 cried, arching her back as each bot nuzzled one of her breasts.

Warm lips wrapped around her nipples, greedily sucking and laving the hardening nubs. She hastily shoved down her skirt and panties, desperate for the two mechs to touch the throbbing center between her legs. Fingers skimmed over her taut belly, dipping down toward her cunt but stopping, hovering over her heated flesh.

“Please,” S4 whined.

“Please what?” Lockdown asked, dragging his glossa over her breast.

“T--Touch me,” S4 panted, squirming in her seat.

“Touch you how?” Prowl inquired, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. “With our fingers? With our glossas?”

“B--Both!” S4 cried.

Prowl lowered his helm toward S4’s groin, and he licked eagerly at her flesh, slipping his glossa between slick folds of flesh and paying special attention to her clit, circling the sensitive area with the tip of his glossa. The swirling of Prowl’s glossa drove S4 wild, writhing and screaming in her chair, fingers clawing at the armrest. Lockdown lowered as well, and Prowl growled against her warm flesh, making her jump from the vibrations, as the bounty hunter tried to cut in.

“Don’t be greedy,” Lockdown chided, giving Prowl’s aft a hard smack. “Share. Now.”

Giving S4’s folds a soft kiss, Prowl backed away, grumbling as Lockdown took his place. The bounty hunter’s glossa was longer and thicker than Prowl’s, and the young woman bucked as the appendage laved her clit, slowly moving down to her opening, gently prodding but never penetrating, waiting for permission.

“G--Go…slow…” S4 whimpered, clutching the armrests hard.

Prowl threaded his fingers through her clenched fist, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “He won’t hurt you…and neither will I.”

“I know…but I’m still a little nervous,” S4 chuckled, gazing into Lockdown’s optics. “I trust you. Please…let me feel you.”

Her breath hitched as Lockdown’s glossa carefully worked into her passage, swirling over her rippling walls, lapping away her sweet essence. Lockdown stilled his glossa when he felt her passage constrict, and she let out a pained whimper, legs tightening around his helm. Once she visibly relaxed, he probed deeper. Prowl resumed suckling her breast, using his servo to knead the other one, gently pinching the nipple. The orgasm that followed was swift and intense, leaving her panting and slumping weakly in the chair.

“…Wow,” S4 panted. “I…just…wow.”

“Heh, I think we short-circuited her brain,” Lockdown laughed, sitting up.

Leaning over, Prowl lapped away the excess fluid staining Lockdown’s lips, which soon turned into a heated kiss. S4 gasped as the two mechs embraced, pelvic plating sliding away, erect cables brushing together as they sensually kissed one another. She felt a faint tingling returning to her groin, and she reached to brush her fingers over her clit, quickly becoming aroused. She gaped at Prowl’s cream and gold mixed cable, and Lockdown’s black and green mixed one. Both bots were impressive in size, and thought of those cables inside her made her tremble a bit in fear, but also in arousal.

“Hmm…I think she likes the show we’re putting on,” Lockdown growled, groping Prowl’s aft.

Prowl tilted his helm, glancing back at S4. “Maybe she’d like to join us…on the bed?”

“Yes…I’d like that,” S4 stated.

Disentangling himself from Lockdown’s arms, Prowl scooped S4 from the chair and carried her to her massive bed. Lockdown pulled back the covers, and Prowl laid her out. She shivered as both mechs crawled in and pressed into her, stiff cables rubbing over her thighs and hips, leaving trails of lubricant glistening on her skin.

“Who do you want first?” Lockdown asked, skimming his lips over S4’s shoulder.

She gulped. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. She loved both mechs equally, and she didn’t want to cause any hurt feelings by picking one over the other.

“B--Both of you,” S4 blurted out, blushing when both mechs stared at her with dumbfound expressions.

“No, that’ll cause too much pain for you,” Prowl muttered.

“We said we wouldn’t hurt you,” Lockdown murmured, “and we intend to keep that promise.”

S4 gasped from the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain as Prowl’s finger wormed into her opening. After a few gentle pumps, she cried out for more, bucking her hips when Lockdown’s finger joined Prowl’s, carefully stretching her open. Moaning, she dipped her hands downwards to Lockdown’s and Prowl’s groins, grasping both cables in her palms, pumping the lengths and grazing her fingertips over the leaking slits. Both mechs groaned, thrusting into her hands, quickening the movement of their fingers within her passage. Preparation seemed to drag on forever, and S4 let out a frustrated whine, pulling her hips away from the questing fingers, wanting something longer and thicker to pierce her.

Chuckling, Lockdown grabbed S4’s hip and rolled her onto her side, leaning in to kiss her pouty, sweet lips. Nestling into her backside, Prowl thrust his arousal through her thighs, rubbing in teasing motions over her slick folds. Mewling into Lockdown’s kiss, she drew up her leg, giving Prowl better access to the core of her heat. She nervously clutched at Lockdown when the tip of Prowl’s cable touched her opening, and the ninjabot waited until she relaxed before gently slipping inside. Her passage was tight and resistant to the intrusion, making Prowl wince from the constrictive pressure around him. She grimaced and buried her face into Lockdown’s chassis, overwhelmed by the new sensations coursing through her body. It wasn’t as painful as she expected, and after a short time passed, time that Prowl and Lockdown spent kissing and caressing her body, the slight pain vanished.

“Move,” S4 growled, rocking back against Prowl’s groin.

Smiling into the nape of her neck, Prowl gently eased out and slid back in, setting up a slow, teasing rhythm. She wailed in pleasure and thrashed wildly against the two warm bodies as her G-spot was located. Liking her reaction, Prowl continuously pumped over the sensitive area as he attacked her exposed neck and shoulder with sweet kisses and playful nips. Relieved that the young woman was now lost in bliss and not discomfort, Lockdown teased her nipples with his dentals and glossa while his fingers massaged her clit. With the constant bombardment of pleasurable stimulation, it wasn’t long before S4 was overtaken by orgasm, chanting Prowl’s and Lockdown’s names as wave after wave of bliss rode through her. Prowl cried out as he lost himself in her satin warmth, eventually pulling himself from her with low moan, excess lubricant trickling down her thighs.

Despite being tired, S4 wasn’t going to forget about Lockdown. Rolling around to face Prowl, she grasped Lockdown’s hip spike, tugging on the cool metal, urging him forward as she lifted her leg up. The bounty hunter seemed hesitant at first, but the sight of her moist cunt and the sounds of her wanton moans, pleading for him to join with her, were too much for his lust crazed processor. He entered her with one swift thrust, giving her a moment to adjust to his girth. Once again, her G-spot was brushed over with every slam of of his hips, causing her to cry out and writhe from the building pleasure. Grasping her chin, Lockdown turned her head until he could capture her lips in a searing kiss, muffling out her cries as Prowl nuzzled and kissed her breasts. Her third orgasm rushed through her as quickly and intensely as the other two, and her rippling passage drove Lockdown over the edge, following her in bliss, cursing and snarling into her mouth.

Afterwards, the three lovers remained locked together in a damp, satiated heap, murmuring sweet endearments as they lazily kissed one another. Eventually, S4 sat up and winced from the slight sting that shot through her groin.

“Sore?” Prowl asked, caressing her thigh.

“Just a little…not too bad,” S4 replied. “I bet a hot, relaxing bath with you two would help me feel better.”

“I like the way you think, beautiful,” Lockdown cooed, cradling S4 in his arms. He was about to stand up when he spotted red stains on the bed sheets. “Slag! You’re bleeding!”

“I--It’s all right,” S4 reassured. “It’s normal for a virgin to…bleed a little bit during the first time.”

“Still…” Prowl began, faceplates downcast.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” S4 interrupted. “Really. Both of you were sweet and gentle.” She grabbed Prowl’s servo and gave it a hard tug. “Now…how about that hot bath?” She snuggled into Lockdown’s broad chassis as all three headed over to the bathroom. “I guess I should have asked this before, but…um…is it possible for a human to become pregnant by a Cybertronian?”

Lockdown and Prowl stopped and stared at one another, cheeks blazing red as they pondered the question.

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