Preface
Arcee's mind bang
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/18826270.
by Beast_Mascot
Summary
Arcee discovers a con in stasis and brings him back to base. However, this con has an entrancing trick up his sleeves or should I say in his optics. Mindbane owned by Lynxia.Scenario inspired by nobleseven20.
Arcee's mind bang
She had always planned for the worst, ambushes from the multi-legged huntress, enemy soldiers ready to gun down anyone who crossed their path, and even created mental defences should she again encounter a cortical psychic patch. However, she didn't expect her solo mission to go so swimmingly.
Stepping through the ground bridge. She took note of the lack of a particular Decepticon warship. The lack of the whirring of drills was also suspicious. Her info had indicated the cave to be an abandoned energon mine. Entering the cave cautiously she proceeded towards the 'centre' of the tunnel where some energon might be. She found way more than she hoped. Many months worth of energon cubes were sitting there already processed and ripe for the taking. "Oh, they're gonna want to see this." She remarked out loud, having concluded that she was alone in the mine. However a closer look at the mountain of cubes revealed something else, someone else.
Bringing her arm cannons out, she aimed at the stranger poking out from behind the cubes. "Don't try anything stupid; you'll regret it." The figure did not move or even flinch at the prospect of being shot. After staring at the mech, Arcee realised he was in stasis, wearing a Decepticon symbol. "Arcee to base, I've got a stasis locked con down here, and a lot of energon."
Soon after back at base, she watched as Bulkhead and Smokescreen chucked the con into a makeshift cell. "That Mech just gives me the creeps" Smokescreen admitted. Bulkhead put his hand on his shoulder as they walked away. "Yeah, well, he isn't getting out anytime soon."
As his systems came back online he sat up from his unconscious state, his mind slowly coming back to him. "I was hoping you would wake up soon." A feminine voice called from behind him.
"I hate the idea that we're using energon keeping slag like you here." He shifted slowly towards the short blue fem sitting on the opposite side of the captive force-field, judging from her slim chassis, wheels, and general kibble protruding from her form showed her alternate mode being a motorcycle. "Then let me leave if your people are starved of energon" Arcee snickered at his suggestion. "In case you haven't noticed con, we aren't exactly trusting of someone like you."
The mech stood up and maneuvered himself closer to the barrier to get a better look at her, and what a looker she was. "Do you know it's rude to assume that someone you don't even know is guilty? I could've just liked the design of this symbol, you ever think of that"? His internal UI notified him of his optics slowly coming online again. "There's a lot of reasons to wear that symbol, and that isn't one of them, you are going to be here for a while. So why don't you tell me you're name before I let Bulkhead in for some old fashioned interrogation". A little bit more time, he had to stall her. "If you insist. I'm Mindbane". Arcee stepped towards the barriers with her arms crossed, looking up at him. "Should I know that name"? Hook, line and sinker, he thought to himself, now to see if his favourite trick still worked. "I'm told my optics can be quite memorable by anyone to whom st I have spoken. Perhaps if you had a look you might recall me".
She shook her head in disbelief but reminded herself that there was a plasma barrier between them so he couldn't try anything shady. She figured she could humour him, after all, what he's asking was for her to look into his optics. Compared to many cons in the past, it wasn't anything to write off.
She sighed and stared back. "Fine, I don't see anything." Mindbane grew worried that his talent has worn off, he had one last chance. "Take a deeper look; I assure you we're well acquainted." She lowered her helm and sighed in annoyance, bringing herself to stare deeper into his optics.
She squinted as she started to notice unique patterns and symbols circling the centre. Her face relaxed as she began to lose herself within the optic spiral, "I see... I see I...". The longer she stared into his optics, the quieter her thoughts became. Her crossed arms dropped by her side, and her posture slumped. Arcee had unknowingly fallen for Mindbane's 'Entrancing' gimmick, and she felt herself drop into a trance with every second longer she gazed upon his optics, soon enough Mindbane had completely vanquished her will leaving only a blank canvas for him to paint his work.
"That's right, my gullible bimbot, you will now do everything I command." Her response was delayed and absent-minded, her optics never breaking contact with his. "Yes, I will obey." He growled at her response. Mindbane's talent of hypnosis had earned him a fine set of holes to plug after all his years in stasis. "Good to hear. Open the barrier and join your new master". With a delayed motion she deactivated the force-field and stepped inside the cell, Mindbane then had her close the force-field and dim the outside blocking any prying optics.
"Now that we have some privacy, reveal more of your chassis for me, I wish to see every gorgeous crevice under those plates." Arcee began to remove her armour at a sluggish pace. Mindbane didn't mind. To him, it was all the more rewarding. As her coverings hit the ground, her moderate breasts and drenched pussy were exposed for him to absorb and admire. "Excellent. Now let's have some fun, shall we? Do you know what Autobots with big breasts and small brains are called darling"?
"No. I do not".
Mindbane smiled behind his mouthpiece. Answering this question was always his favourite part.
"We call them Slut-bots. Their only purpose in life is to be cum dumpsters for Decepticons. So slut, what does that make you"?
The time it took for Arcee to respond was both disturbing and perfect as what remained of her mind put the pieces together. "I'm a Slut-bot"!
"Oh? Then let's see if you're even worthy of that title". With a few jingles and adjustment, his pelvis armour dropped to the ground, unveiling a spike with such length and girth that a Predacon would blush. Arcee's body tightened at the sight of such a wonderful plug; her optics became glued to his tool wanting for it to drill her into stasis. "Well? Do you want it"? Mindbane grasped the base of his spike and shook it from left to right, hardening it a little and making her drool. "Good slut-bots always tell their masters what they want. If not then we can forget this ever happened and move on with our day". Arcee sluggishly looked up at his optics again, once more allowing her mind to be altered by the patterns and symbols even more. Arcee fell to her knees and sealed her fate.
"Please, let me suck your spike! Let me show you just how much of a Slut-bot I am"! She begged. He paused for a moment pretending to consider her pleas, he grabbed her helm with one hand and his spike with the other and positioned them both, perfectly aligned to throat fuck her brain dead. "Less talking, more sucking." As Mindbane began pumping in and out of her mouth, Arcee felt her mind slowly drifting deeper and deeper, simply bobbing her head up and down the shaft blankly. As far as she was concerned Arcee was an Autobot no more, Instead her thoughts were replaced by images of glistening spikes and countless cum covered Sluts and whores deepthroating them all. Gagging and moaning in pleasure and desire, and she wanted nothing else but to join in.. As soon as his entire spike slipped into her throat though, the pressure of such a perfect plug annihilating her senses brought her to orgasm, throat tightening, body tensing then going limp to accommodate his girth. Arcee could feel her tongue slowly move against Mindbane's spike and felt her lips clench around the base whenever he thrust forward. The spike was pumping in and out for what she hoped would be an eternity, the taste, musk, and scent brought many moans from her lips. Suddenly Mindbane stopped thrusting, and he held his spike to her lips, making her beg for more. "Master, don't stop! You still haven't filled me with your cum"! Mindbane admired his work, what remained of the vengeful Autobot scout was now merely a willing servant. He chuckled to himself as he wouldn't have it any other way. "You're such a good Slut-bot right? Work for it". Before he could finish his sentence, Arcee was all over him, sucking, licking, and stroking the spike to bring him closer to orgasm. Every drop of saliva and precum, she tasted enveloped her mind into more of a Slut-bot. No. For all, she cared she is Slutbot. All she wanted was to be destroyed by cock and filled with cum. Her gags and moans continued as she worked harder and faster to please her master's spike. Sooner than he expected Mindbane had come close to cumming, he began to thrust in time with Arcee's efforts, the taste of precum invigorated her even more.
Saliva, precum, and pussy juices have gathered in a puddle beneath them as he grasped her helm still and Fragged her face without remorse. Arcee felt a sense of pride within herself as her master used her for what seemed like hours, the sheer force from his swift, deep thrusts made her cum over and over again causing her to tighten her throat for him to cum faster. "Oh, Slag,"! His grip grew firmer as his thrusts sped up, indicating his impending release. "You ready for you reward Slutbot"? Before she could even attempt to think of an answer, he plugged her throat completely as he finally unloaded into his toy.
His spike released centuries of pent up spunk directly into her stomach, with every pulse sending another stream of cum from his nuts. All Arcee could do was please him further with her tongue and swallow. This cycle of Mindbane pumping and Arcee drinking would continue uninterrupted as moans floated out from both of them. Mindbane slowly backed up, revealing his wet yet clean prick. However Arcee's lips refused to let his spike go, only when he ordered her to open up did they separate.
Mindbane sat his member on her face, letting it rest and soften after such an intense session. The scene before him brought him such joy. A new broken Slut was waiting eagerly for his next order, cock covering half her face. He chuckled, remembering why he picked the smaller femmes in the first place.
"Master, that was incredible." Arcee exclaimed in a loud voice. "Can we do this all the time"? Her optics lit his cock in a lustful gaze for emphasis. Mindbane restrained himself from shoving himself back inside her. An Autobot base wasn't the ideal location for an arrangement to work, and her Allies could discover them. He had to play this carefully if they were to escape. "Put your armour back on. And listen closely, I have some things for you to do when Arcee awakens".
Arcee sighed as she regaled what she learned from their prisoner. "His name is Mindbane. He's some gun for hire that wears the badge as a cover. At least that's what he said". Ratchet kept his optics at the monitors but appeared to be listening well. "Whoever he is, the Decepticons did not want him enough to search for him, and he doesn't seem to hold any information we could benefit from." His comment made sense after all the Decepticons weren't made infamous through honesty.
An alert appeared on the screen showing a fuel pipe leaking in a sector of the base. "Scrap, that's the third time this month. We will deal with him later. Keep an eye out and comm me if there's another leak. I might be a while".
"Go ahead, not like our new guest is going to do anything." With a nod and a toolkit, Ratchet rushed out of the room leaving Arcee alone with the main terminal. She turned towards the monitor and absorbed the information present.
Looking around the room she made sure no one else was coming. Feeling somehow prompted to she entered in some coordinates and observed what it showed, from what she remembered from her talk with Mindbane this was an abandoned con ship with some 'high-value tech' aboard. She didn't know why she didn't tell Ratchet this information, but her gut feeling told her this was something she had to take care of herself. Perhaps Mindbane might have more information. He did have some excellent optics she could lose herself in.
Afterword
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