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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Deal with the Devil

“It is nice to do business, business,” Shrapnel said as he nodded to his slaves to load the large stack of boxes onto the bounty hunter’s ship. He counted the bound stacks of credits in his hand, very satisfied about his profit.

Hunter watched the two slaves out of the corner of her optic. Their optics were dull as were most slaves, but unlike the slaves that the Constructicons owned, these slaves had dirty and dented armor. Sure signs of their state of rampant disrepair. But she knew they could be fixed up and cleaned up easily enough, and would probably react even better to her ‘kindness’ than Mirage had. “I must make sure they stack these properly,” she said. The gleam in her strange optics told the Insecticon that she was going to use the slaves for a little more than just grunt labor.

“Do not take too long, long. They have much entertaining to do tonight, tonight,” Shrapnel replied, nodding to her as she strolled into the ship. It was common-place for visiting cons to ‘use’ another con factions’ slaves for a bit of needed release. And even though the Bounty Hunter refused to mar her gleaming wings with any insignias, most cons considered her one of their own. In fact, many of them secretly envied her for her independence from authoritative control – but they would never openly admit as such.

She was also one of the few ‘cons’ that the arrogant Insecticons considered somewhat an equal. Shrapnel considered this as his optics followed the deadly Seeker as she strode up the loading ramp. She was so much like them. Independent, crafty and adaptive… There were also rumors that she could produce her own energon if need be. These were all traits that the Insecticons considered superior to those of the general ranks. And though like all the other factions, they hadn’t been able to convince the Hunter into officially joining them, they enjoyed the business relationship they kept with their ‘ally’.

He considered the fact that she had now shown up with a ship, instead of ‘on the wing’ as she had previously done. No, the Seeker obviously didn’t need a ship herself – she was designed to fly the vast distances of space. So perhaps she was planning to increase her bounty hunting abilities? Hire a few other independent mechs to take even more contracts? The ship was the latest model of small, fast pirate cruisers – so perhaps she was tiring of going after small-time contracts? Perhaps she was going to start patrolling the trade routes for unprotected merchant ships? Shrapnel considered all of these possibilities. It really didn’t matter to him which new ‘career path’ she chose, as long as she continued to spend credits with him. And he’d be more than willing to purchase hot goods from her if she chose the latter path… So, with a smirk, Shrapnel was very pleased to ‘share’ his slaves with the unmarked con…

She had ordered Mirage to stay on the bridge and to stay cloaked, for she didn’t want him around when she got the two slaves to give their oaths to her. Since she didn’t want him to know that she fully intended to come back for these slaves – she suspected he’d most likely beg her to come back for them. He would agree to do almost anything in order to ‘rescue’ his friends from their Insecticon captivity. This was all part of her long-term plan; plans that would make Mirage completely hers in every way. Scanning with her radar, she assured herself that Mirage was exactly where she had ordered him to be.

Strolling after the two slaves, she watched them as they mindlessly stacked the boxes. Scanning the frequencies, she made sure that they weren’t being controlled by remote, with implanted chips of Bombshell’s. Satisfied that they had indeed been ‘broken’ the old fashion ‘con way’, she blocked their departure of the room by standing in the doorway.

Not meeting her optics, they both kneeled as they whimpered. At different occasions, each one had been the slave she’d used to ‘release’ her tension into, so they assumed that she was in the mood to rape one of them. Which one, neither would even hazard a guess. So they both whimpered in fear.

“Stand up and stay where you are,” she ordered. Her optics swirled between amber and crimson, a sure sign that she was in the mood to use one of them for release.

Trembling in the anticipation of pain, the two wrecks stood up. She circled them as she caressed their dull and filthy armor. Moving to stand in front of both of them, she put a hand on each one’s chin and forced them to meet her swirling optics. “Are you happy here Slaves?” she asked in her most seductive tones.

The shorter one chewed on his lip in anxiety, he had once been primarily white, but now he was so filthy and decrepit that he was the color of the dirt of this planet. He had once had two audio panels which had lit up when he spoke, but now only one remained. The light in it had burned out long ago. Even the facemask he had once worn was gone. Torn off him and stomped into the planet’s dirt during his initial ‘breaking in’ so many orbit cycles ago. Hesitantly, he shook his head slightly, afraid she was playing a psychological game with him. Some kind of strange torture or something…

The taller one was still a touch shorter than the Seeker. His alt mode was obviously some type of construction equipment, but the shear amount of disrepair would make it almost impossible for him to transform. He shifted uneasily, wanting to cast his dull optics back to the ground, away from her intense gaze. But as he saw his fellow slave shake his head slightly, he did the same, biting his lip as he waited for the backhand across the room.

She let her fingers slowly trace the sides of their faces, enjoying their tremors of fear. Like Mirage, they spent their time either working manual labor like loading these crates, or bent over for any visiting mech who needed release. They were used to pain any time a free mech showed interest in them. “Would you prefer to wander the stars with me?” she asked in a low tone.

Almost as one, their dull optics brightened. Was she truly offering to take them with her? Away from this place of torment? A flash of hope fluttered like scared butterflies across their battered faces. And tensing in the expectation of pain, they both dared to slightly nod.

“If I am to come back for you, you must give me your oath of loyalty. To obey my commands,” she said in her low tone. Her optics swirled to half-amber and half-crimson as she studied them.

They both shifted slightly, almost glancing at the other for moral support. But then the shorter one dared to look up, dared to ask a question. “Will you be good to us?” he whispered hoarsely. His vocal processor still not quite recovered from the night cycle before, when Shrapnel had tortured him all night just for the sheer fun of it.

“I will be better than what you are used to,” she said simply.

Realizing that a single owner that usually traveled alone would not be sharing them with dozens of visitors on a single night. The two slaves knew life would be at little easier to bear. Even if she did torture them every now and then… As ashamed as they were about willingly allowing any mech to molest them, any chance at finding an owner that would be reasonably nice to them was a blessing.... They knew they were worthless.. They couldn’t expect more than she was offering. So as one, they nodded and gave her their oath.

“Get back to work,” she ordered the taller one. Grabbing the side of the shorter one’s helm she roughly took his lips as she pulled him to her. Now that she had their oath, she was going to enjoy each of them a little before she left. Give them something to look ‘forward’ to as they waited for her return.

Knowing full well that she was in the mood to use him, the shorter slave willingly opened his lips, allowing her glossa to caress and play with his. If he pleased her, perhaps she wouldn’t make it too painful when she released her build up into him. So he didn’t even flinch when he felt her fingers slide under his codpiece, unlatching it, stroking the sensitive grid within. Waves of pleasure and pain stimuli flowed over him as she alternated between stroking the circuits and twisting them painfully. He gasped as she finally released his lips, as much in pleasure as in pain.

“Take mine off, pleasure me,” she ordered as she leaned against the bulkhead.

Kneeling, the slave unlatched her armor. Using his glossa and fingers, he began to do as she had ordered. Faintly, his audios picked up the sound of his fellow slave coming back with another load and stacking them next to the pair. But he didn’t dare look.

“Slave, pleasure him,” Hunter’s voice ordered. Her optics were swirling more crimson, the enjoyment of controlling other mechs’ every action caused her desire to heighten ever further.

The shorter slave felt fingers slide into his aft. Hesitantly, they caressed his bonding circuits. His old friend really not wanting to do this, but had no choice, but the shorter slave relaxed slightly. His friend wouldn’t cause pain, he would be gentle. He felt the gentle glide of a glossa on a linkage, the waves of pleasure flowing over him.

Hunter watched the taller slave as he pleasured the shorter one, even as she enjoyed the wash of pleasure stimuli that the shorter one was causing her. She could tell they’d never bonded together, so to force them to do so was rather erotic. But perhaps she should take their energy and sparks instead? Then she’d be certain of carrying the resulting sparklings, even if she came back to find the two slaves off lined. Yes, she had to be certain…. Had to make sure her long term plans came to pass.. The sparklings were more important than the sires..

“Straddle me,” she ordered as she put her fingers under the smaller one’s jaw and forced his optics to meet hers. She saw a brief flash of fear as he realized that he’d bond with her, not his friend. He had obviously started to hope she’d force the two of them to bond in front of her, for that wouldn’t be painful. But with a slight cringe, he did as she ordered and wrapped his legs around her hips, his arms circling her intakes. Hunter took his lips as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing their armor together even as she commanded her bonding circuits to enter him.

“Bond with me,” she ordered as she briefly let loose of his lips. She snickered inside as his optics widened in shock, for she was ordering him to get release. To shoot his tense energy into her just as she did to him – to fully bond. Not just be raped.

He trembled in apprehension as he heard her order. It’d been so long since he had release, since he had felt true pleasure. Yet here she was commanding him to do it. Tentatively, he extended his bonding cables into her, probing, linking with her systems. As he felt her slowly release her energy into him, he matched her intensity with his own flow into her. In a blinding wave, their sparks combined, flowing throughout their joined chassis’ as one. Throwing back his head, he uttered his first truly pleasurable moan in many orbit cycles as his energy buildup drained away. Her strange flaming spark engulfing him…
He collapsed limply in her arms, retracting his bonding cables back within him even as she retracted hers. His optics dimmed as his meta reeled at the unaccustomed sensation of total release. He didn’t even notice as she nonchalantly let him slide to the floor and stepped over him.

“Mmmm, that was good, but I’m not satiated,” she purred to the taller slave as she took his lips. He’d been standing there stock still watching them, afraid to move without a direct order to do so. He was shocked that the Hunter had allowed his friend release, allowed his friend to feel true pleasure. As she took his lips, he wondered if this was what it’d be like when she came back for them and made them hers…

She pressed the taller slave down to the floor. Deftly unlatching his codpiece with her free hand, she snickered in her meta as he made no move to insert his circuits into her even as she inserted hers inside him. He was still broken.. Awaiting explicit commands before doing any action.. Very good! For fun she shot a short blast of her pent up energy into him, keeping him from screaming with her lips smashed down on his even as he jerked in agony. Releasing his lips briefly, she enjoyed his tear-filled optics, his expression of horror. “Did you expect me to let you have release as well, Slave?” she purred as she stroked the side of his helm, her bonding circuits going even deeper within him, finding new connections.

He whimpered as he looked into those swirling crimson optics. He had hoped she’d let him do the same as his friend had. But as a slave, he should’ve known better than to expect anything. “N… No..” he gasped as he braced for more pain, more fiery energy.

She traced his cheek, “Good,” she purred as she slipped her fingers between some of his armor. She enjoyed his tremors of fear mixed with pleasure as she stroked his wires underneath. “Life with a bounty hunter is full of pain, remember that,” she purred.

“Y.. yes ma-am,” he whimpered. Out of the corner of his optic, he saw his friend slowly sit up. The look of dazed happiness, quickly replaced with a look of pity and understanding as the shorter mech watched what the Hunter was doing to him.

“But it is not all pain,” she purred, “put your cables within me,” she ordered.

Biting his lip in fear that she’d suddenly dump another load of agonizing energy into him, the slave extended his bonding cables. Sliding within her, they linked up to her systems. Suddenly, he felt as though she was sucking his energy load from him. She drew him down even as their sparks combined in a multicolored brilliance within them. Before he could scream in ecstasy, she muffled him with her lips, her glossa commanding his mouth even as her spark seemed to overwhelm and surround his.

With one last shudder, the taller slave went limp. His energy load spent. His bonding cables retracting back within him even as hers did the same. Looking up at the silver tipped Seeker, he whispered his thanks to her. His thanks for at least letting him have a little pleasure even with the pain.

Hunter chuckled as she slid off the taller slave. Latching her codpiece back in place, her optics locked with those of the shorter slave. “Finish your work slaves,” she ordered.

“Th.. Thank you ma-am,” they both stammered in unison. Getting their armor relatched, they went back to loading her supplies. Lightness in their steps was the only indication of their renewed hope of a better future.

Strolling back to the deck, Hunter couldn’t help but smirk inside. These two slaves were hooked. They’d eagerly wait for eons for her to return. And unbeknownst to them, there was now new sparks growing within her...

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Mirage decloaked as Hunter ordered. He had watched the two slaves from the bridge’s viewing portal as they had loaded the ship. His core had plummeted as he had recognized the decrepit wrecks as being two of his former comrades. But what could he do? He was not much more than a slave himself. A slave to his shame, a slave to his oath to the Hunter.. He had no funds, nothing of his own to trade for them.. But he had to find someway to help them. They could not continue much longer in the horrible condition they were both in..

Following her orders to lift off, Mirage glanced at the Hunter. Maybe he could convince her that the two slaves would make decent sires? Maybe she’d purchase them, give them a chance at a better life?

“Hunter?” he asked timidly.

She was reading something coming over the communications arrays. Without even bothering to look up, she nodded for him to continue.

“Um, those two slaves that loaded the ship…” he stammered as he tried to think of what he should say to convince her that they were worth the price she’d have to pay.

“What about them?” she asked as she looked up, her optics swirling a little more crimson as she met his.

He shifted nervously. It wasn’t good when her optics swirled redder, but he had to try to convince her. “Well, um, the tall one was Cybertron’s top architect once, and, um, the shorter one was the Autobot’s top inventor,” he said. He tensed as her optics swirled even more red.

“Why should I care?” she asked as she looked down her olfactory sensor at him.

“Well, um, they’d sire very intelligent sparklings,” he stammered. It was strange to be saying this to the Seeker who was his ‘bond mate’. It was almost like he was encouraging her to bond with other mechs. But she had said that Primus demanded she bond with multiple mechs hadn’t she? Wouldn’t it be better if the sparklings were half-Autobot instead of half-Decepticon?

She leaned back, studying him intently. “You’re not saying this to try and get them onto this ship – so that you can leave – are you?” she asked in a threatening tone. Her optics narrowed in suspicion, flaming into crimson fire.

His optics widened in shock. Where would he go? He couldn’t go back to the Autobots.. He had no funds to travel and create a new life.. And he couldn’t leave his future sparklings! “N.. No.. I swear.. I can’t go back.. I can’t leave.. My sparklings..” he stammered..

“Then why?” she asked, her optics judging his every action.

“Um, they’ll be like me. They’ll be loyal. They’ll do what you say,” he answered. He looked ashamedly down at his feet as he said this. Knowing it was all true, but hating the fact it was true.

She was silent for a few astrominutes, seemingly in deep contemplation over his suggestion. He desperately hoped she’d do it.. That she’d decide to take his old friends as ‘mates’ as well.. At least they’d be repaired.. Well-maintained.. Reasonably happy.. And away from the cons..

“Mirage,” she said.

Looking up, he met her optics. Biting his lower lip he fervently prayed she’d say that she’d purchase them.

“If you succeed in the mission I will be sending you on tomorrow, I will purchase them when we get paid for it,” she stated flatly.

His blue optics lit up in happiness. His friends would soon be with him. They’d be safe again! “Thank you Hunter… Thank you…” he said excitedly. Turning back to the pilot console, his blue optics were bright with happiness. He would save his friends.. He would do whatever mission she sent him on tomorrow..

Hunter looked sideways at the happy mech, a smirk on her face. It would be interesting to see his expression when she dropped him off tomorrow and gave him his orders. For what he would do, would make it impossible for him to ever go back to the Autobots. But if he didn’t, he believed his friends would continue to live in the worst of conditions – the worst of torture… He had no choice but to complete the mission…. Become a true rogue and factionless mech…

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