A/N: Diverges from Chapter 18; Jack passed out from the shocks instead of destroying the chip. More Evil Biologist Shockwave ahead; and he gets really into his work. And remember, this is supposed to be horrifying; because even as dark as the story proper seemed, it could get worse.
Warnings include: squicky medical exam/bastardization of pelvic exam, deeply uncomfortable talks, and non-con.
Jack's head pounded, but beneath that he could hear nothing except the quiet hum of machinery. The last thing he remembered was passing out because Shockwave had put the remote on full power- and he couldn't claw the chip out in time.
Dread filled him. Did the Autobots win? Was the Earth safe? He couldn't hear anyone, and that wasn't good. Jack gritted his denta, and he squinted against the lights above him that seemed too bright even if they were dim.
It didn't look like the Nemesis, but it certainly didn't look like the roof of a human structure. Where was he?
Jack twisted, but the dread turned to full-blown panic. He couldn't move his arms, couldn't move his legs-he was restrained. To a slab. Jack's optics widened, struggling against the bolts strapped around his wrists and ankles. Not good, not good, not good!
His hyper-awareness only served to enhance the feeling of not-right; while there was a light above him, the rest of the room was darker, the only other illumination being the glow of a large computer screen too alien to be human-made that cast a soft glow over equipment even more foreign than what he'd unfortunately already been acquainted with.
While the room had a rather disturbing level of grime, the equipment all looked shiny and spotless-it didn't make Jack feel any better.
The whoosh of a door sliding open made Jack freeze. Heavy steps entered the room, and his spark thudded against his chest as his optics widened when a large form stepped up to his side, a single red optic looming over him.
"No, no, no!" Jack screeched. He struggled against the restraints again, his neck stinging. "What are you doing here? What is this place!"
"Such illogical questions."
"No they're not you fucking bastard!" Jack snarled. His growls turned to screams as he felt a shock course through him. Damn…him. He's still got that…fucking remote. He gritted his denta, growling as he saw Shockwave lean forward.
"Your struggling has reopened your unwise attempt to remove the implant." He pulled back and Jack warily watched him walk towards the equipment, lifting up a small torch. "Desist your struggles or you will pull your energon line."
Jack growled, but didn't move as he felt the flame at his neck. The heat was uncomfortable, but even if his hate was strong, he didn't want to die. "Where am I?"
"Cybertron."
Jack stiffened. He didn't know what made him more anxious; the fact he was on Cybertron again or how he got here. "What happened?"
There was no response, but Jack could swear that he saw Shockwave stiffen. If he was right, then that meant the Autobots had won. Ha! Take that you sorry excuse for a bot! Triumph faded just as quickly. If the Autobots had won, then why wasn't he with them? Ratchet said that they knew it was him; the medic had fought to protect him-did…did he lose? What happened?
He got no further answers though, and when he tried to prod about what happened again-he got another shock for his troubles. It left Jack disoriented and sickened to his not-stomach; either he was still low on energon or the shocks were taking their toll on him.
Jack growled softly as he clenched his fists. He was still a captive, but what kind? Was he going to be some of leverage against the Autobots? "If you brought me with you-because you think the Autobots-would trade me for whatever you want-then you're stupid." He mocked, even if talking started to hurt again.
Whatever rest he'd gotten when passed out hadn't healed him enough it seemed.
Shockwave didn't react to his verbal jabs, his tone still unerringly calm. Which only made what he said worse. "To trade you would be folly. With Predaking gone, and the other clones destroyed, you are all that remains of Project Predacon. But," his antenna might have twitched, but Jack was too disgusted to be sure as he continued, "you are all that I would need to forge a new production-you are the only one who has fully functioning equipment as it were."
Jack glanced down at his stomach, bile rising in his throat as he remembered the horribly unpleasant revelation Shockwave had given him on the Nemesis. "You-you can't use me as a baby factory!" he retorted, feeling his shoulders shake. "Like you said, there's no one else left!"
This can't be happening-this can't be happening!
"You are right." The admission came flatly- and Jack froze, but he didn't relax. "There is no living specimens."
Jack felt his not-stomach drop. "What are you saying?" he didn't want to know the answer, but like hell he was backing down.
"While you were recharging, Starscream has been collecting Predacon bones." Shockwave explained. "I have begun extracting the endomatter, and soon there will be viable CNA samples to use for insemination."
Jack stared at him, his spark heavy as he realized his nightmare was coming true. "The Autobots will come for me." His voice was weak, because he knew that there was nothing else he could say.
"Should you even be a priority on their list of duties, you are not as important as the restoration of Cybertron." The scientist said bluntly. "Your only purpose-is this."
Jack scowled, his gaze burning green. "Then don't expect me to make this easy."
"A foolish decision you will come to regret."
As it was starting to feel like waiting was the hardest part, Jack wanted the waiting to last forever.
He'd known in abstract what was coming, but each time Shockwave came into the lab and outright ignored him put him on edge, just building up the stoking fear and anger inside Jack. Oh, he didn't want anything to happen, and the worst part of it all was that he knew the scientist wasn't doing this on purpose.
He was a cold-sparked fragger; he didn't know what emotions were and that his delays were causing Jack to feel anxious and tense. No, Shockwave was prolonging it because Jack was damn sure he was 'perfecting' his formula on what he was gonna do to him.
Bile rise in his throat whenever he thought of it. Jack growled to himself, optics glowing green as he tried yet again to wriggle out of his restraints. The edges of his claws just barely scraped against the bonds, and it only made the irritation rise when he'd have to stop because of energy exertion.
Jack leaned his head back against the slab, glaring up at the ceiling. Each time he thought he was getting his strength back, the energon would burn back out and he'd return to feeling weak and sluggish. Was this a side-effect of that damn Synth-En which had brought about his transformation?
The sound of a door sliding open wasn't worth looking over at, but the sound of a new voice made him furrow his ridges. I almost forgot Starscream was here too, he thought. He hadn't been able to catch what he'd said, but Shockwave's response came as flat as ever.
"I require assistance in securing him. Precautions must be adhered too."
Starscream rolled his optics. "You and your logic." He snapped, his already morose gaze darkening further when he looked at Jack. "It certainly has been a while, hasn't it? I can see changing from one beast to another has not improved your physical appearance."
Jack sneered back at him. "Well we can't all be as original as you."
Starscream scowled at him, but then he smiled rather unpleasantly at him. "I could say the same about you-it's the only reason you're still worth keeping alive."
"Big words coming from someone who was on the losing side." Jack retorted. He'd taken a shot in the dark about the Autobots winning, and was gratified to see that the seeker actually stiffened up. "Where's Megatron? Can't the buckethead come and taunt me himself instead of sending his lackey to do it?"
"How dare you mention him! You are not fit to say his name, abomina-!" Starscream's explosive tirade surprised Jack more than it should have. And when the seeker raised his servo to strike at him, Shockwave grabbed his wrist and pulled it back down.
"Desist and control your temper."
Starscream wrenched his wrist free and threw Jack a venomous glare before focusing back on the scientist. "Let's get this over with." He huffed.
Jack furrowed his ridges as Starscream began digging around the cart filled with odd equipment, while Shockwave went to the computer. Jack couldn't clearly see what Starscream was doing, and he only saw from the slanted angle he was at that the item on the screen could only be a blueprint of some kind. It vaguely resembled a tower, but Jack couldn't be sure.
Starscream started dragging the cart over, a roll of energon rope clutched in his other servo. Jack stiffened at the sight. The seeker dropped the rope onto the cart as he pushed it to the feet of the slab Jack was restrained on. "Now, where is it?" he muttered to himself. His digits roved over the ledge at the bottom of the slab, and his optics brightened for a moment. "Aha!" he smirked triumphantly and Jack heard a click before the slab gave a jerky rock.
Jack found himself being lowered until he was horizontal, dread welling up inside of him. "What is this?" he glanced down, and found Starscream unspooling the rope and alarm coursed through him. "What are you doing?!"
The seeker rolled his optics. "I'm securing you." He said it way too casually as a malicious glint appeared in his optics.
Jack jerked his legs as Starscream began tying the rope around one ankle. He threaded it through the crevices and slid it under the slab before bringing it up and looping it around his other ankle. His not-stomach churned. Something wasn't right, why was there a slack in the rope? Why was-Jack's optics widened-why was Starscream letting the restraining bolt off an ankle?
He didn't have to think twice about it though. His pede shot out the moment the bolt fell off. He felt triumph as he caught Starscream on the chest, knocking the seeker back. "Take that you-aaahhhh!" Powerful hocks radiated through him, his pede spasming and he felt it twitch freely along with the rest of him.
"Why didn't you do that before?" Starscream wheezed, angry and offended as he rubbed his chest plating.
"Had you waited, I would have." Shockwave replied evenly. Jack blearily saw him walk over, remote not in hand anymore, and that the blueprint on the screen was gone. "I will keep the specimen levelled while you will attach the magnetizers."
When he felt the cold metal of a servo wrap under his calf, he kicked his leg out again. Starscream ducked out of the way, but Shockwave used the barrel of his gun to push up Jack's thigh while pushing down on his calf. Jack gritted his denta at the sensations of discomfort and borderline pain forcing his leg to remain still.
"Attach it now." The scientist ordered. Starscream picked up a thick piece of metal; one end a flat surface while at the other end was a limp energon strap. The seeker paused, his optics running over Jack's leg in confusion. "Above my servo."
Starscream scowled at the other mech as he planted the flat end down. It stuck with a soft pop and the metal block extended until the wrap reached Jack's calf. "Well excuse me!" he said indignantly. "It's not as though I know-nor want to know-about what exam you're about to give the creature!"
Jack's optics widened, feeling as the strap was tied around his calf, his leg was let go, leaving it suspended at an odd slant into the air. "What?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You-you already did an exam!"
"True, at the time I did do a very basic medical check, but I lacked the necessary understanding for a more in-depth examination." Shockwave explained. "After my first inspection, I rectified my lack of knowledge and now have a more defined grasp on what I will be expecting from your primitive biology."
Jack was left floundering as he tried to figure out just what the hell had been said; he knew the last part was an insult, but how more 'in-depth' could he go? There wasn't anything- Jack's not-stomach dropped, his spark pulsing hard as he began to remember just what he was changed for. "N-no!" his struggles renewed, tugging to pull his arms free.
It hurt to move his right leg at all, and when his left leg was released, he pulled it in rather than kicking it out. He planted his left pede down onto the slab and pressed his thighs together. He seized his leg as Shockwave grabbed his knee and began to pull it back.
"No, let go!" Jack snarled. "Get away from me!" his tail swished uselessly and he dug his heel into the slab. The barrel of a gun ducked in under his calf and jerked up, the force causing Jack to screech as he felt something in his knee twist. Pain shot through his leg and he gasped, his optics going wide.
Jack gritted his denta as Starscream put the restraint on his leg. "Bastard." He hissed as Shockwave began adjusting the magnetizer.
He lowered the bar slightly and pushed the block further towards Jack, causing the leg to be at a bent angle as though he were sitting. "Starscream, your assistance will no longer be necessary. I will handle the specimen from here on."
Starscream raised an optic ridge, his gaze sweeping over the Predacon. "And we won't have any…escapes? I am not going after him if he does."
"Escape will not be an issue." Shockwave replied as he adjusted Jack's other leg so it was at an even level, with the energon ropes pulled taut.
Jack scowled as he saw the seeker send him a nasty smirk before leaving, and dread welled in him as he was left alone with the scientist again. Who was now standing at the foot of the slab, staring down at him. Between his legs. Jack felt his tail roll up to protectively cover his pelvis.
Shockwave didn't even pause as he swept the tail away with the barrel of his gun and pulled a small prod from the cart and pressed it into Jack's crotch. Jack yelped, instinctively trying to jump back but the pain of the taut rope caused him to hiss as pain radiated from his ankles, his knee throbbing.
Jack felt he prod press into the metal covering again, unpleasant shocks zipping up his pelvis. He snarled. "Get that thing away from me!"
"Open your panel." The order was punctuated with another painful shock.
"Fuck off!" Jack snapped.
"…very well."
That was the only warning Jack got before Shockwave's claws dug into a seam on his panel-and pulled. Pain like no other shot through Jack, burning and more electrifying than the prod. "Ahhhh! I fragging haattee you!" he snarled, optics squeezing shut as the sound of crumpling metal rang out in his audios. His spark throbbed painfully in his chest, doing nothing to offset the pain he could feel between his legs.
Jack felt something wet seeping out. "W-What the hell did you do to me?" His breaths came out in heavy pants, his voice straining against the renewed aching in his voice box.
"Minor bleeding." Shockwave said flatly. Jack's not stomach dropped as he saw the slightly curved silver panel in his servo, but the worst part was the energon tinged edges, blue liquid dripping off-his energon. Jack would have been sick if he still wasn't in so much pain.
The scientist let the panel drop onto the lower level of the cart beside him, and picked up a strange thin mesh that resembled a cloth a great deal. "I took into account the probability of your defiance, and this mesh will further along your self-repair." He paused, and Jack felt agitated on top of everything else. Shockwave was looking between his legs again.
"Stop staring at me you creep!" His tail tried to cover his groin, but once more it was pushed aside.
"Your valve itself has not sustained damage, but your spike panel has remained closed. No matter, your spike will be examined in due time."
"Oh goody," Jack spat bitterly, he could guess how much that part being ripped off was going to hurt-because hell no was he opening it willingly, "then you can molest me some more." He stiffened as the mesh was pressed against the edges of his exposed valve. He had a creeping suspicion of what a 'valve' was now, as he felt the mesh enclose over a slit in this 'valve'.
"Your insult holds little weight to it." Shockwave replied. "Unlike Knock Out, my interest in your frame is purely scientific. As the most logical course of action to achieving gestation would be to inseminate you as a Predacon would, examining your valve for deficiencies before I begin the process would be prudent."
Jack gritted his denta. It took a moment to realize what he was saying, but he felt a churning of disgust in his not-stomach. He did shudder though at the mention of Knock Out; it was so wrong of him to want this to be Knock Out instead.
At least he knew he could have a chance of distracting the red mech and buying himself time. Despair threatened to set in; time for what though? The Autobots didn't know where he was, he was helpless at this freak's mercy.
I take it back, no 'Con is a good 'Con, Jack thought darkly. He glared at Shockwave as the mech walked over to the computer screen. Jack furrowed his ridges as the screen abruptly had a grainy dark quality to it, but his anger turned to confusion as the scientist reached into a nook hidden in the console and the picture on the screen shook until Jack saw the view of the lab, while in Shockwave's claws was a small box. It's a camera, why would he- Jack sucked in a sharp breath, anger coursing through him as the mech placed the camera box right between his legs.
It was at a distance, but on the screen Jack had a disturbing view of the mesh cloth covering his valve. His optics burned green as he scowled at Shockwave. "It's not enough to humiliate me, but you wanna film this? You're sick!"
"In any scientific pursuit, one must document their findings." Shockwave said. He reached over to the cart, and picked up a tool that Jack was horrified to find he actually recognized. It had a thin handle with a clamp on the end to allow for the two rounded, long, thin plates to extend while the wide circular hole at the top of the tool allowed for visual inspection.
Jack could recall vague memories of shifting through one of his mother's old medical books, looking over different exams and tools that were generally used for them. The tool in the picture had been small, but given the size of the one Shockwave was holding, it sent a jolt of fear right to his very core. "How-when-" he choked out, "Why do you have a speculum?"
"During my research I found this tool is optimal for inspecting the reproduction organs of human females. The valve is of a similar design, further proving your baser bio-mechanical structure." The scientist explained. He set the tool down on the slab, but Jack was not relaxed. He didn't want that thing anywhere near his 'valve'-especially not if Shockwave was going to be the one sticking it inside of him.
Jack snarled when the mech removed the mesh. He felt a pang in his knee as he tried to close his thighs again, but the ropes wouldn't budge even an inch. Jack didn't want to look, but his optics widened as he saw his valve on the screen. It looked eerily like a vagina, and his spark began pulsing rapidly in his chest. Jack screeched when he saw the end of the speculum near his valve. "Keep that thing away from me!"
"This 'thing' is referred to as a speculum; you have shown familiarity with the tool, but are unaware of what a pelvic exam is?"
Jack glared at him. "How the fuck do you know what that is?!" he didn't care if he was being petty, he didn't want the speculum inside him at all!
"Research." Shockwave said bluntly. "Now, do not struggle."
Jack snarled at him, but he kept his lower half stiff. He wanted to keep struggling, but he chose his own safety. He hated being in pain, and this was going to hurt even more if he got jabbed and bled out. Jack gritted his denta and closed his optics, trying his hardest to ignore what was about to happen.
It didn't work.
Jack's whole body seized up, a whine slipping out in his lapse of control. His fists were clenched so hard he was amazed they hadn't been punctured by his own claws, but that was replaced with the overwhelming urge to get the protrusion sliding into him out. It wasn't that big, but it felt like it was. Jack hissed when it was pushed in to the hilt, and he started growling as the plates began to spread, pushing his lips out and stretching his valve.
Jack frowned, a hopeful feeling in his spark as the spreading stopped. He slowly opened his optics, but they snapped wide as the spreading started up again. "W-what are you doing?" his vents hitched as the plates were spreading too wide. "Stop it!" he couldn't keep the pain and fear out of his voice.
Amazingly, the moving did stop. "It hurts now?"
Jack snarled at him. "Of course it hurts, you bastard!" He flinched when the speculum eased up just a little, and then he heard it locked into place.
Shockwave was looking at the image on the screen, but Jack wouldn't this time. He had no interest to know what his insides looked like. "Optimal allowance for expansion has been noted. I shall now commence with the data research."
Jack felt a chill run down his spine. "Wha-ah!" he yelped as without warning Shockwave pressed the heel of his palm against the nub nestled at the upper end of his valve. The touch sent a feeling through his groin, horrifying him as he didn't dare name it. "S-s-stop!" He winced and clenched and unclenched his fists as the palm began to rub down on it. "S-stop i-it!" his vocalizer spit static.
Jack felt a rush of relief when the scientist removed his servo, but horror set back in as he only did it to get to the Predacon's side more efficiently. "N-no, don't t-touch meeee!" he screeched as claws snaked back between his thighs, thumb rubbing on the nub once more, with the unwanted-hated, wrong-feeling of an index and middle digit slipping into him over the rim of his valve and sliding them over the stretched membrane.
"Get-" Jack gasped "-Your. Disgusting-" he flinched, biting back a moan "-Hand. Off. Me!" his voice went too high, threatening to crack as at that moment both thumb and digits were stimulating his valve. Something wet began to seep from his valve and Jack reluctantly looked at the screen. He flinched again. The speculum was holding him wide, allowing a clear view inside and at the softly blinking yellow biolights lights along the walls in his valve, while at the very end of it he could just see a shiny thin mesh.
The worst part though, was the wetness he could feel beginning to gather wasn't energon. He could have handled seeing that, not-not this. The substance glistened, shiny and dark like oil. Jack closed his optics and turned his head away, humiliation burning up inside of him. "Stop-please."
Jack bit his lip-hard-as the rubbing only grew heavier and he squeezed his optics shut. That horrible pressure in his groin built, his valve throbbing and he could disgustingly feel every stroke, every ping on his sensors, every damn movement. His not-stomach churned, feeling the moment his nub became stiff.
It also made the digits pause. Jack felt himself slowly relax, but he frowned as warm, heavy wafts of air breezed over his side. He looked-but jerked his head back, smacking himself on the slab. The pain that radiated from the back of his head was nothing though compared to having that giant red optic boring into his from the fact Shockwave was leaning over him.
"You are…" There was a pause, and Jack was shocked to hear his voice had grown rougher, "showing strong signs of stimuli reaction; optics sensor wide, spark pulsing heavily, strong scent permeating from your vents, primitive equipment leaking-"
Jack scowled at him. "I get it! Now get your face out of mine!"
While Shockwave did lean away, his servo didn't. "All these signs point to mating protocols being onlined." Jack's optics widened. "I will continue applying the stimuli."
"No-aaaah!" A moan was ripped from Jack's vocalizer, his expression mortified. He squeezed his optics shut again and gritted his teeth in a snarl, his fists clenching tighter while his pelvis started to throb even more, that closed part of his panel growing tight as he could feel his robo-dick prod at the top layer of covering he still had. He dug his claws into the slab, his pedes uselessly thrashing against the rope. How can my body betray me like this?
"S-s-stop!" Jack cried. He flinched as the blunt edge of the thumb pressed in beside his nub, and rubbed circles into it. Hot, searing heat shot up from his nub to his not-stomach, and he tried to wriggle his aft away but the thumb didn't budge. "P-please, s-stop! S-stop it, you're hurting me!"
"You are not in pain; you are in discomfort because you are fighting your chassis' biological reaction." The roughness in Shockwave's voice was replaced with that hated monotone. How could he be so damn calm about what he was doing?
"And I'll k-keep f-fighting it." Jack rasped, wincing as felt a third digit slid in with the two already rubbing the rim of his stretched lips.
"A poor decision. You cannot fight it forever; your body will win, and I am very patient." The scientist replied.
Jack sneered at him, but it faltered as he felt the digits brush against his walls, causing him to keen unexpectedly, his hips jerking up. He breathed in heavily as the moving stopped, but Jack gritted his teeth as he felt more wetness between his legs and the walls contract on the speculum's plates.
"Fascinating; your valve is already hyper sensitive to stimulation, and yet you have additional sensors along your walls for prolonged pleasure." Shockwave didn't sound interested, but Jack couldn't care beyond keeping himself from falling apart. "It truly is a shame that Predaking made the unwise decision of attempting to attacking Lord Megatron. I would have gained valuable insight had he mated with you."
Jack snarled at him, focusing on his hate than the thumb alone which began to run along the stiffened anterior node. "Preda-king, wouldn't have," he grimaced as the thumb rubbed down on the nub, back and forth and the searing heat only built up more, "-r-raped me! H-he said so."
"Predaking was nothing more than a beast, ruled by instinct despite his supposed intelligence." Shockwave dismissed his retort with frightening ease, an ease that Jack realized belied the insistent strokes to the node.
"Y-you're-wrong." Jack choked out hoarsely, his expression scrunching as the heat only grew more searing and uncomfortable. "H-He loved me." It was a hard thing to admit, especially since he didn't return those feelings.
"Love is an illogical emotion. It clouds the processor, creates unrealistic expectations, and is easy to manipulate." Shockwave explained. His stroking increased, and Jack's body began to tighten up. "Predaking was a beast who allowed his delusional misconceptions to control him. What he felt for you was not love, but his lustful urges cloaked behind his veneer of platitudes. Spread before him, Predaking would have mounted you with little hesitation."
"You're wro-aahhh!" Jack screeched as the digits inside of him pressed onto the cluster nodes. His not-stomach tightened as his valve contracted on the speculum plates again. He groaned in the back of his throat, his claws aching from digging into the slab.
"You are no different than he was." The claws stroked the cluster, insistent as the thumb grounding on the nub. Jack felt a keen escape him, back arching involuntarily. "You are a creature fighting your natural instincts. My stimulation is pleasurable to your body, is it not? Yet you persist in your futile resistance, because you view what I am doing to you as rape."
Jack sucked in a sharp, choking breath. View? View?! His optics burned green. "It is." This sick freak knew exactly what he was doing, yet he could stand there talking as though he were speaking about the weather? "Bastard."
The mech didn't reply to Jack's scathing comment. His optic was instead locked on his valve with a frightening intensity. Jack flinched as the thumb flicked his anterior node in sharp, small bursts. His thighs quivered, walls clenching on the plates even harder. That unnerving optic cycled. Jack's hips jerked as all three digits curled into the cluster, and he clenched his jaw shut, denta gritted so hard he thought they were going to crack.
The heat intensified, and the digits began to slide over the cluster, pressing in firmly. Jack's vents puffed out air, humid and dry as his entire frame began to heat, spurred on by the painful searing in his valve.
Pressure built to the tipping point where Jack could feel every fiber of his being rebelling against him. He was flooded with overheating warnings, back-ups straining to keep his body still and the steadily rising throbbing in his spark.
"Let go of me!" Jack snarled. He yelped as both the thumb and digits began to assault his nub and the cluster at the same time, stroking in rhythm. "Let go, let go-!"
And then it hit him.
Jack screamed as the dam burst, the searing heat flooding through his systems. His back arched, his thighs seized and he was disgustingly aware of every moment; the rush flowing from his valve, taking with it a brief, sharp pain, the unwanted touching still on his node, and finally the heavy release of his vents as all his systems started to cool down, internal fans activating.
Jack cringed as the thumb stroked his softened nub, the touch deceptively gentle, but it brought about an overwhelming surge of hatred. "Don't-" his voice cracked, static layering it- "touch me."
He was ignored, as while the thumb finally left his abused anterior node alone, the rest of the digits began to run along the rim of his valve. Jack twitched, his walls clenching. "Even in post overload your valve remains sensitized to stimulation. We modern Cybertronians conduct ourselves with more restraint, having developed beyond your primitive urges. It will though further the chance of successful insemination."
Jack gritted his denta. He felt sick to his not-stomach. He was used to Decepticons looking at him like a lesser being, a useless piece of carbon. Jack had been unsettled by them, feared and hated them…but this was the first time he'd felt truly terrified. It made him remember what Shockwave told him on the lab in the Nemesis, that his body was only good enough for breeding.
I'm more advanced, more civilized, Jack snarled internally, knowing all too clearly just what was being left unsaid, so I can do whatever I want to you.
There was no relief when Jack felt the digits leave him all together, only a seething fury. He narrowed his optics as Shockwave picked up a thin, clear mesh Jack could vaguely recall having been nestled in the back of his valve. The mesh was strained with the shiny black fluid while he could see traces of blue energon mixed in. "What-" he breathed, static still lacing his vocalizer –"is that?"
"A sample to further study." Was all Shockwave said. He placed the mesh onto a petri dish, and grabbed another glass slide. Jack grimaced as the dish was pressed against his valve and the drip drip made his not-stomach roll even before he saw the black liquid on the glass.
Discomfort and fear wormed their way into Jack's spark, nudging aside anger long enough for him to realize he was still spread open. "Get-these-things-off-and-out -of-me." His voice became stilted, feeling so much like he did while on the Nemesis.
Feeling just as helpless.
The scientist didn't even spare him another glance though. He only wheeled the cart out of the room, and Jack was left alone once more.
And soon, not even that would be enough.