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Filthy Whore	By : bigbadvillian Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 3151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hot. That was the most accurate way to describe the slender, strong, lithe ninja. Hot. Smokin’ hot, as the humans said.

That smokin’ hot ninja, however, spent all his free time with Jazz, training, sparring, mediating and occasionally they could be heard screaming each other’s names in a deeper, less-explored section of the Autobots’ earth base. They had begun to have sexual relations almost as soon as they’d met, which told Sentinel Prime that Prowl was a horny little ‘bot who would most definitely put out for him.

There was nothing more the blue Prime wanted that week than to touch the dark ninja, to hear him moan and scream for him, to hear his own name shouted into the night. Those skilled hands over his chest, that pouty little mouth over his plug…it was too much to bear one afternoon. Sentinel had nearly lost control of himself during a meeting with Jazz and Ultra Magnus. It took every ounce of strength he had to keep from touching himself desperately as the image of the ninja spun around in his head, taunting him.

When Magnus ended the (torturously long) meeting, Sentinel dashed out, using the ‘I think I touched something organic earlier I need to wash myself’ excuse, leaving Magnus and Jazz confused and surprised.

“Perhaps he has decided to…forgive Optimus Prime for whatever scuffle they had as students?” Magnus wondered out loud.

“I dunno, Commander,” Jazz smirked, “I could feel the energy waves he was givin’ off. He’s one sexually deprived ‘bot.”

Magnus’ stunned glare shut the white ninja up.

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Sentinel left the ship a little too quickly, nearly causing a huge accident on the highway as he sped over to the earth base. Ignoring the yells, swears and inappropriate hand gestures from the angry humans he nearly crashed into, Sentinel wove his way precariously through the afternoon traffic and finally spotted the base. Transforming in mid-drive, he slammed his landing pads to the ground and walked as casually as he could towards the entrance.

Quick scans told him that the rusty old medic and his main objective were the only two bots in the base…the other three were most likely on patrol. Stepping silently into the base’s main room, Sentinel searched for any sign of the ninja, but was not very successful. Until…

“May I help you?”

Sentinel jumped nearly three feet in the air as the cool, deep voice surprised him from behind. Swirling around defensively, his sword ready to go, the Prime found himself staring down at the ninja he’d been searching for, arms crossed and looking none too pleased.

“Have you been given clearance to enter our base?” inquired the ninjabot, optics narrowing with contempt at the sword pointed at his forehead, “Or are you here to make more trouble for us?” Hastily putting away his weapon, Sentinel shook his head and lifted his servos as though surrendering.

“No, no,” he said with a grin, “Not at all. I was actually here looking for you.”

“Really. And what could such a highly respected ‘bot such as yourself want with a lowly maintenance ‘bot like me?” Prowl was evidently not in a good mood today. Sentinel lowered his servos and replied,

“I was wondering if you’d like to…hang out today. You know, go out and have some fun.”

“My idea of fun is very different from your idea, Sentinel Prime,” Prowl sneered, “What makes you think I’d be willing to go out and destroy organic life with you when I’m the dirty tree hugging ‘bot?”

“I don’t mean that kind of fun,” Sentinel said, dropping his voice down to a husky, excited tone, “I meant something a little more…pleasurable.” He leaned in closer to Prowl and winked. Prowl’s arms dropped to his side in shock—had this idiotic excuse for a Prime just asked him to—oh! Prowl felt sick to his fuel tanks. Stepping back a few feet, he snarled angrily,

“Absolutely not! I would never betray Jazz like that, Sentinel. How dare you ask me to perform such a filthy act with you! Get out of here! And don’t you dare ever think about asking my other teammates for that! Get out! GET OUT!”

Sentinel stood there, jaw hitting the floor and shocked by this…new response. Back on Cybertron, he’d ‘faced every mech and femme who looked in his direction. More than once he’d taken Optimus Prime and Elita-One on a wild ride! What the frag was wrong with this crazy little mech? He was glitched, that must be it…what other explanation was there?

Prowl stared angrily at the Elite Guard, then roared,

“GET THE FRAG OUT OF THIS BASE! RIGHT NOW!” He caused so much commotion that Ratchet, the only other being in the base, ran out of his makeshift med bay to see what was wrong.

“What’s the problem, Prowl?” he growled, “why are you yelling?”

“Nothing, nothing,” answered Sentinel quickly, spinning around to face the ancient mech, “We were just having a little chat is all. No harm done. I’m leaving anyway.” He walked off, leaving a confused Ratchet and fuming Prowl behind. The older mech tried to ask Prowl was had happened, but humiliated and offended, Prowl merely shook his head and stormed off to hide in his tree.

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‘What the frag was that?” Sentinel asked himself over and over as he paced around the ship, hands behind his back absent-mindedly, “No one has ever rejected me before, no one! That little fragger, he’ll pay for this. I’ll make him want me.”

The wicked scheme grew quickly in his processor for the rest of the day, and for the next two days after that. He planned and plotted and chuckled evilly as he tried to get his work done. One evening, while Ultra Magnus was getting some rare recharging in, Sentinel snuck into his office and found the work schedule for Optimus Prime’s crew…meetings, photo shoots, construction that needed to be done, patrol, and breaks. Perfect.

The very next day had Optimus and Ratchet in one far off end of the city for a meeting, while Bulkhead and Bumblebee had the task of making sure their pet organic got her education, food, playtime and whatever else organics needed. Prowl was left to patrol some part of the city far away from the rest of his crew. Sentinel knew Jazz’s schedule as well, and the white ninja had nothing but training and meditation that day. He was required to remain in solitude, and so could not see Prowl. This was going to be easier than Sentinel had originally thought.

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The next day Sentinel waited patiently for Optimus’ team to go off to their destinations. They all left a half hour after the other, starting with Optimus and Ratchet then Sari, Bulkhead and Bumblebee, and finally Prowl, all in different directions. It was just too perfect!

Sentinel locked his scanners on Prowl, and would be unable to lose him no matter what happened. He followed a half mile behind the bike, who was driving out of the city and towards the mountains. He was off to check the campsites, of course! People went camping this time of the year, from what Sentinel had read. He followed the bike up the winding roads, through (“disgusting!”) dirt roads, trees and puddles before he realized there were no humans around.

Ahead of him, Prowl transformed and looked around for any sign of anyone or anything in distress or need. He scanned the area, and found nothing organic. But then his scanners picked up something mechanical…

“Hello?” he called, “Show yourself, I know you’ve been following me.” Sentinel decided this was the best opening he was going to get. Speeding up and transforming to robot mode, he knocked into Prowl and pushed him into the ground.

“Augh!” Prowl grunted as he slammed down, “Get off of me, Sentinel! NOW!”

The only answer he received was a knee jammed against his back. Sentinel snatched Prowl’s wrists and slapped on a pair of stasis cuffs over his head. He pulled Prowl back up and whammed him into a tree. Prowl screamed as Sentinel ground his face against the unforgiving bark, scratching and denting him badly. When the angry mech had grown tired of this, he flipped prowl back around and held him tightly against the tree.

Staring into the smaller ‘bot’s face, Sentinel grinned wickedly and waited for Prowl to speak. The ninja was silent at first, his fans hitching as he tried to comprehend the situation and how he would escape. Even Lockdown didn’t frighten him this bad! He stared back at Sentinel, desperately trying to find his voice before he finally growled bravely,

“What do you think you are doing? Release me at once. This is hardly professional, your position as Prime is—AUGH!” Sentinel smacked Prowl across the face and chuckled. Using one arm to pin Prowl to the tree, Sentinel snatched Prowl’s chin and pulled his head down for a long kiss.

Prowl gasped as his mouth was invaded by Sentinel’s glossa. It swirled around in his mouth, exploring him and memorizing his taste. When Sentinel pulled away, he smirked and whispered,

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, hot stuff. And you’re all mine now. All mine….”

“No!” Prowl cried, finally showing his fear, “Don’t do this!”

“Too late, scum. You rejected me, and that’s grounds for punishment. You had your chance to do this willingly with me.”

“No! I’m sorr—“

“”No you aren’t, you little whore,” Sentinel spat venomously, “You aren’t sorry at all. You’re scared; I can tell by the way you’re trying so hard to remain calm. Tremble before me, Prowl. I said TREMBLE!” He smacked Prowl’s face again and dropped him to the ground.

The ninja, unable to move, lay there pathetically in a heap among the leaves and grass, desperately sending out a distress call to anyone…but no response came. He realized they were too isolated even if he was heard. He was trapped with the angry Elite Guard.

Sentinel jammed the sharp end of his sword into the tree, then lifted Prowl back up and hung him from his stasis cuffs over the blade. Prowl hung limply and helplessly, only able to watch for his attacker’s next move. Sentinel decided to pace back and forth, back and forth, eyeing and considering his prey as though he were an expensive painting. Every once in a while he would slide a servo over the ninja’s chassis, feeling for the fearful thrum of his spark.

Prowl was unable to even shudder at each touch; desperate to move, he began to beg Sentinel to free him.

“Sentinel, please…I’ll give you whatever you want…I’ll blow you willingly, just please, don’t take me by force….”

“Shut up!” Sentinel hissed, smacking the ninja across the face again, “This is not up for debate, scum. In fact, I’m tired of waiting any longer. Let’s play.”

“No!” Prowl cried, desperate to thrash away from the servos that spread his legs apart, “Please don’t hurt me! Don’t…NO!”

Sentinel slid back his armor to reveal his plug, wet and ready to penetrate the smaller ‘bot. Spreading Prowl’s legs wide, Sentinel thrust his hips against the ninja’s exposed, naked port.

“Oh Primus…holy frag you’re so tight!” Sentinel gasped as he thrust wildly into the little space, “You’re like a fragging untouched ‘bot! Ungh! Unf! Oh yeah…oh yeah!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Prowl cried with each violent thrust into him, “Sen—ah! tin…el…Nngh! Stop! Please! You’re hurting…ow! me! Ah! Augh!”

It was true. Prowl’s hips and legs were being sorely dented and damaged with each push. Sentinel had not given the smaller ‘bot even a moment to adjust to his length, nor did he care for his Prowl’s well-being. This was punishment for his rejection, and he was going to pay in more ways than one.

“Oh Primus…Oh Primus..Oh Primus…! Oh! Oh! OH holy—yes!”

Sentinel thurst faster, harder and more violently as overload built up until…

“YEEEEESSSS!”

“Noooo! Nonononono! AUGH!!!”

The Elite Guard came inside the tight space, lubricant coating every inch of Prowl’s insides. Sentinel thrust a few more times, kissing and licking Prowl’s pained face before pulling out and dropping to his knees, gasping and cooling his heated body down. When he looked back up, he watched the lubricant dripping from Prowl’s port and down the insides of his sore, ruined thighs.

The ninja himself was sobbing as silently as he could, afraid to let his attacker see his shame. Sentinel, however, loved watching Prowl trying to hide himself. Shakily retuning to his landing pads, sentinel reached up and gently caressed Prowl’s dented cheek. Prowl would have shuddered violently if he’d been freed from the cuffs, but he could only hang there and let Sentinel touch him.

“Oh, now come on, babe,” Sentinel cooed, “That was fun. Admit it. You can tell me how much you liked it, I promise I won’t tell.”

“I..I wanna go home…” prowl sobbed, speaking in a manner that was uncharacteristic of him, “Just lemme go….”

“Oh, no, my sweet little ninja, this is only the beginning. You’ve been very bad, and you’re going to be punished for it. But don’t worry, it’ll be fun!” Sentinel paused, taking a moment to look into that crystal blue visor before snatching it off Prowl’s face and crushing it in his servo, “Well, maybe fun for me. This could be a nightmare for you.” He dropped the visor to the ground and stepped on it.

Grasping Prowl’s chin again, Sentinel examined his optics and smiled again. Those perfect, gorgeous blue optics were filled with so much pain and fear…it was a lovely, sadistic thing to gaze upon. Sentinel leaned in and bit one of Prowl’s elegant fairings, earning a yelp from him. Another crack across the face, and Sentinel found he needed something new.

His optics trailed back down to Prowl’s wet, lubricant-coated thighs, and an idea flashed in his dim head. Smile growing ever wider, he lifted Prowl’s legs up and tested the ninja’s flexibility. Sure enough, he was able to push his knees against the tree. Prowl’s mouth was only inches away from his own port.

“Oh Primus…Sentinel, no…” Prowl whimpered, fully aware of what Sentinel wanted him to do. But the horrible mech merely nodded and said,

“Do it.”

Left without an option, Prowl managed to move his head just a few inches forward and stuck his glossa out to lick his own lubricant stained port. He wished he could at least flinch as he licked and sucked, but he couldn’t. All he could do was whimper and feel sickened by what he was doing.

Sentinel watched on, pushing Prowl’s legs even further back and even shoving the ninja’s head forward until Prowl had his entire port covered over by his working mouth. Minutes ticked by slowly, and Prowl was unable to feel anything but ill as he continued to suck on himself until…

“BLEARGH!”

Sentinel jumped back, releasing Prowl’s legs and letting them crash back down against the tree. Prowl emptied his fuel tank violently, feeling sicker each time he heaved up and vomited. It was disgusting, yes, and still Sentinel felt Prowl needed further punishment for his refusal.

“You see?!” he shouted when Prowl was finally done, “You see what happens when you say no to me? This is your fault, Prowl. This wouldn’t have to happen if you’d just cooperated. But no, you had to be the only one to ever say no. And for what? Loyalty to Jazz? Please! He’s fucked a million other mechs and femmes; you’re just the first one he’s ever felt committed to! You’re stupid, Prowl. Incredibly stupid, and you’re paying for it now.”

“No…I’m not stu—“

“Yes you ARE,” Sentinel spat, feigning rage as he stormed back over to smack Prowl, “You’re stupid and pathetic. You deserve everything I’m going to do to you!”

And with that, Sentinel pulled Prowl off the tree and threw him into his own oily vomit. Wasting no time, Sentinel dropped down to his knees and spread Prowl’s legs apart again, then dipped his hand into the mess and slid two fingers into Prowl’s port. The ninja screamed and cried, begging for him to stop, he was sorry, so sorry, don’t do this! His pleas fell upon deaf audios.

Sentinel rammed his fingers into Prowl’s sore port, then he added a third finger and continued. Then a fourth, twisting his servo only to find Prowl couldn’t be stretched any further. It didn’t matter though, the four fingers he had in there now were causing Prowl so much agony he should have fainted by now. But he didn’t, perhaps out of fear of what would happen to him if he went off-line. Sentinel didn’t mind this one bit. Grabbing Prowl’s shoulders, he lifted the ‘bot up into a sitting position and said,

“How are you feeling, ninja?”

“Sentinel, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for rejecting you! Please believe me! It was wrong of me to—“

“Shush. Let’s play dress-up, shall we? Hmm…” Sentinel dipped a finger back into the oily mess and lifted it up to Prowl’s face.

“How about I dress you up like a filthy whore? Interfacing with more than one mech makes you a whore, Prowl.” He outlined Prowl’s pouty little lips with the oil like lipstick, earning a squeamish little “mmf!” from his victim. Next he rubbed some oil under Prowl’s optics, then over them like eye shadow, then drew full black circles over Prowl’s sharp cheeks like blush.

“Now what would Jazz think if he saw how much of a filthy whore you are?” Sentinel mused with false concern, “He’d want to ditch you, and let everyone know to never touch the filthy whore known as Prowl. Who’s a filthy whore?”

“I…I am…” Prowl mumbled, disgusted by this whole ordeal, “I’m a filthy whore.”

“That’s right!” Sentinel replied condescendingly, “You are a filthy whore! Who’d want to be with you? No one. But I promise no one will ever have to know, as long as you keep your own filthy little mouth shut. How’s that sound?”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Prowl whimpered, “Let me go home. Please?”

“Oh no,” Sentinel answered with a sick smile, “Not yet. Look at you! You’re a disgusting mess! We need to get you cleaned up first, you dirty whore.” Sentinel pulled out his disinfectant and a heavy-duty towel from his subspace and proceeded to clean Prowl up, but not before saving the image of Prowl hideously dolled up to his hard drive. He whispered a threat into Prowl’s audio as he cleaned him,

“I will show this picture of you to everyone you care about, including Jazz, if you ever tell what went on here today. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, sir…” Prowl nodded cooperatively, hopeful about being let go. Sentinel lifted him out of his own vomit and proceeded cleaning him off. When he was done, Prowl looked up hopefully. He waited for the stasis cuffs to be removed, but instead, he was thrown back to the ground, away from the pool of oily vomit, and pounced upon. Sentinel began to roughly kiss and bite Prowl’s entire body, careful to avoid leaving dents he couldn’t pound out later.

Prowl screamed and swore, begging and crying for the bastard to get off of him and let him go, but Sentinel refused to listen. Instead, he pushed on, his horny need to ‘face the ninja growing again. He jumped up for a quick second and grabbed a long length of vine from a tree. He tied one of end of the vine around Prowl’s left knee, and the other around his right. Then, snatching the long, empty middle of the vine, he looped it over a branch, elevating Prowl’s legs and keeping them spread wide apart.

“Oh holy Primus NO!” Prowl shrieked, “Don’t do this to me! You said you’d let me go!”

“I said nothing of the sort,” Sentinel chuckled, “you’re still my prisoner, Prowl, whether you want to be or not!” He straddled Prowl’s hips and snapped his plug back inside the raw, sore port and began to thrust even more violently than before.

“No..no, Sentinel! Please don’t—OW! OW! OW! Oh fraggit you’re hurting me! AUGH! AUGH! AH! AAAAAAAH! STOP! For the love of Primus STOP!”

His moans and screams only made Sentinel hotter, and he thrust even wilder, moaning and roaring as overload became imminent. He thrust faster, harder, riding the poor ninja below him until he climaxed. He pulled out midway through his release and sprayed Prowl’s entire upper half of his body with lubricant. Prowl screamed as he was covered in the wet substance, sobbing uncontrollably as Sentinel roughly and unexpectedly grabbed his head and forced his throbbing, wet plug into Prowl’s open mouth.

“Get to work, whore,” he growled at the humiliated ‘bot beneath him, “I have another overload in me, and you’re going to give it to me. Do it!”

Prowl wanted nothing more than to get sick again and run off, but Sentinel was his only hope of getting the stasis cuffs off. Obeying the Guard, Prowl began to sick the burning, wet plug, using his glossa to stimulate the sensitive wiring around it. Sentinel moaned on top of him, thrusting his hips into Prowl’s face.

He came sooner than he wanted to, not that he cared that much. He flooded Prowl’s mouth with lubricant, drenching the ninja’s face and making Prowl gag. Sentinel fell over onto the grass, panting and very happy. Prowl, however, wanted to go offline forever than continue to be subject to any more humiliating sexual acts. He off lined his optics, desperately attempting to mediate himself away from this nightmare, but a sudden sharp slap to his raw, over-abused port brought him back with a yelp.

Sentinel now kneeled over his hips, administering sharp whacks to Prowl’s port to get his attention. Prowl on lined his optics and looked weakly over at his attacker, embarrassed to be seen covered in lubricant and made into a filthy slut on the grass. Sentinel grinned wickedly and slapped the port again, then began to assault it faster and faster until Prowl screamed for him to stop. The final smack was the hardest and most painful, and it made Prowl shriek bloody murder; it hurt so much.

Now, along with Sentinel’s lubricant spattered all over his hips and thighs, was Prowl’s own oil. He was bleeding, and Sentinel couldn’t have been happier with this result. He slid his servo over the bleeding port and showed Prowl.

“I own you now, whore,” he hissed gleefully, “The oil you shed here is mine, your fear is mine, your body is mine. You are my property. I broke you, and I can fix you. I will hurt everyone you love if you decided to tell anyone what happened here today, you got that?”

“Y—yes, sir,” Prowl stammered, fighting the urge to faint, “I…I understand, sir…”

“What are you?” Sentinel demanded. Prowl immediately sobbed out,

“I’m a whore, sir! I’m a filthy, dirty whore!”

“Apologize to me for being a disgusting whore!”

“I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry I’m so disgusting! I’m sorry I disgust you so! I’m so sorry I’m a filthy whore! Please don’t punish me for it! I’ll clean myself up, I promise!”

“Good. See that you do, you pervert. You are to tell no one, and you are to never engage in ‘facing with Jazz ever again! You are my property, and I’m in charge of when we interface from now on, got it?”

“But…but I love—OW!” Sentinel smacked his port, “I’m sorry sir! I will never allow Jazz to touch me! I swear it!” Satisfied with Prowl’s answers, Sentinel let up on the frightened ‘bot and said gently,

“I’m going to clean you up now; I can take care of those small dents. You are not allowed to speak to me while I fix you.” Prowl nodded silently and winced as Sentinel untied his legs and began the process of pounding the dents out of Prowl’s legs. Learning to take care of minor medical issues such as this has been an mandatory part of his training in the Elite Guard; Prowl would be in perfect condition physically once the fragger was done with him.

When he’d completed the simple task, Sentinel pulled Prowl up and held him against his chassis, gazing lustfully into his optics. Prowl looked away shamefully, feeling like the most worthless ‘bot in the universe. How could one mech make someone feel so filthy and pathetic in just a few hours? Why was he letting this jerk control him? Prowl could no longer see himself as a good Autobot anymore. No, now he saw himself as Sentinel told him to see himself. Prowl was a whore, according to Sentinel, and he believed it.

Annoyed with Prowl avoiding his gaze, Sentinel snatched the ninja’s chin and forced him to look into his optics before stealing another loveless kiss from Prowl’s lips. Prowl no longer tried to fight him, he no longer whimpered or cried. All he wanted was to be set free, but it all depended on Sentinel.

Tortuously long moments passed, their lips pressed together soundlessly and free of passion. Prowl stared into Sentinel’s optics sadly, silently begging to be released. Finally, his wish was granted, and Sentinel’s servos slid down Prowl’s arms and to the stasis cuffs. He deactivated them and snatched Prowl’s wrists tightly while he stepped on the cuffs, destroying them to prevent the ninja from using them on him.

“Remember, Prowl, you are mine. Someone will die if you utter even a word to anyone. Jazz is no longer your lover. I am.”

“Yes, sir…I understand, sir.”

“You may go.”

Sentinel shoved Prowl to the ground and walked away, transforming as he got closer to the road and sped back off to the city. Prowl lay there, unable to move willingly as the full weight of what had happened fell upon him like a crashing wave.

He cried for hours before returning to the base.

TBC
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