Feathers and Spinnerets
Captive
Her eyes were slowly opening, lazily lifting her eyelids up.
Darkness surrounded around her, with only a few bright lights dancing in front her.
Those lights, as they dimly lit the room, seemed to mock her. They mocked her, as she is locked in this room, probably in the middle of nowhere, in Predacon territory.
It seemed so like a normal patrol, until she was shot out of the sky. Branches and tree limbs did little to soften her plummet. After the trees were through, the ground was next.
After that ordeal, darkness followed. Her memory was blurred, but she tried to make out what happened.
Airazor attempted to move her wings, but it was halted. Turning her head, hope seemed even more lost. She was glued to a large web.
The web was extremely sticky, as she moves; more of her feathers were glued on.
She reached at the web and tried to snap it off, with little success.
A few more attempts are done, and she finally stops.
With the web stuck to her like this, she could not transform into robot mode.
Suddenly, a door slid open. Footsteps approached closer, and closer. Through the dim light, her captor stood. Gleaming in black, and gold with eight legs, it was Blackarachnia.
Blackarachnia smiled wickedly. Her face was in shadow, but Airazor could feel the cruelness of her.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" Blackarachnia spoke with a strange quiet tone.
Airazor glared at the spider.
"Now, that's not how you treat your mistress!"
The Predacon's flared slowly with anger.
She kept staring with furious eyes, with piercing determination.
"Look's like you need learn to respect me, you little piece of slag."
When Blackarachnia turned and walked away to sit on a chair nearby, turning on an mysterious device, Airazor started to remove the webbed bonds with her beak.
"You know, it's not easy being me. I am tired of being a little ragdoll! I decided it would fun if I locked you in here, as my little plaything." Blackarachnia's smiled wider.
Just as her sentence ended, Blackarachnia was kicked down off her chair.
Airazor quickly transformed, aiming both her wrist guns at the Predacon.
"It's the end of the line for you." The Maximal gritted her teeth and looked over Blackarachnia's body.
She had a beautiful body, with the dim light contrasting against metal of the Predacon.
Strangely, it was enticing, and very tempting.
Just when she was distracted, Blackarachnia swung her left leg and knocked Airazor off balance.
"I see that you want to escape, but I can't let you go, my canary." Blackarachnia picked herself up and grabbed her captive off the floor. Airazor was slammed back onto the web, once again trapped.
Just when she recovered, Airazor felt something sharp dig into her exposed neck.
Much to her horror, Blackarachnia was biting into her neck. Slowly, numbness started to spread throughout her body.
When Blackarachnia let go, the spider licked her teeth and lips.
"Not bad, but I prefer more sour energon. Be a good little slave, and I won't need to punish you, understood?
Airazor did not respond. Her vocal circuits were shutting down.
Instead, she kept her glare, only more furious.
"Now don't be like that!"
Blackarachnia sauntered to Airazor, kissing her in the lips. The Predacon's two arms wrapped, around her captive's back, grasping her sides.
Blackarachnia's tongue entered the hawk's mouth, as her claws groped around Airazor's butt. Both of their chests met, rubbing very slightly. Her touch was firm, but slow.
Soon, the embrace ended, and Blackarachnia went to the device in front of the web. After it was turned off, she walked swiftly out. Before she left, she stopped.
"By the way, you won't leave here, so don't try to escape." After she spoke, the door slid shut behind her, leaving Airazor alone.
She would provide a lot of fun later.