Skywarp wakes with a groan when her identifier begins to blip mercilessly and informs her that she has been chosen by a customer. She has just barely managed to get two hours of recharge since the last customer and could really use the down time, but as a pleasurebot you work all hours, both day and night.

Quickly rising from the berth, she neatly arranges the berth clothing before she walks into the middle of the room and kneels and waits for her owner to lead the male to her rooms.

Moments later she hears the lock disengage and the door slowly swoosh open.

With her optics lowered to the floor in submission, all she can discern is the sound of heavy footfalls as her owner and the customer enters her room.

She frowns at the sound that greets her and dares almost to look up. That doesn't sound like the usual male. The sound is heavy as any other male, but so different from what she is used to hear when a customer walks into her room. In fact it sounds more like her when she walks, just more powerful.

Then she hears her owner dismiss himself from the room and the faint click of the lock as he locks her inside with the customer.

A few kliks pass before the customer come closer and as she gets the legs within her sight she realizes what is so different about this male.

Thrusters greet her whole view; large and powerful with their turbines slowly rotating.

Her processor takes a few kliks to process this knowledge and when she finally manages to get it to function properly she looks up.

Blue. Light blue plating greets her optics when her optics follows the lines of the large frame in front of her, until they finally settles on the face of the male.

Suddenly aware of her blatant stare she abruptly lowers her gaze and turns to the task ahead – pleasuring the male in front of her. Schooling her facial features she reaches her hands towards the impressive frame, knowing what is expected of her. But before her hands manage to touch the seeker's intimate pelvic plating a pair of large hands gently grabs hers in a firm hold and prevents her from touching the highly sensitive plating protecting the male's spike.

Uncertain, she looks up.

"Sir?" she asks in confusion.

But instead of answering her question he slowly bends down into a squatting position in front of her, his face almost level with hers.

Her puzzlement grows even more as he releases her hands and gently caresses her cheek and jaw line with one of his own and lets the large fingers gently follow her delicate facial features while his optics keenly follows the fingers as they maps out her whole face.

Feeling the gentle touch applied to her, she sighs and unconsciously leans into it, unable to stop herself from wanting more. With her frame shuddering delightfully at the contact she briefly offlines her optics savoring the tingling sensations the unusual touch causes in her frame.

But when she realizes what she is doing she abruptly onlines them and – even if it is rather reluctant – shies away from the touch, turning her head away to avoid the gentle touch her frame seems to crave just as much as the fuel that keeps her alive. Yes she is familiar with touch, intimately in fact, but none has touched her like this in a very long time if ever and somehow it makes her aware of the deep empty abyss lingering inside her spark.

The coding every pleasurebot has installed is almost comparable to slave coding. While it doesn't rob the female of her own free will and doesn't turn her into an insensitive drone it does rob her of the feeling of any pleasure when she deals with the customers, as a result, Skywarp has never experienced the sensation of overloading.

Her gaze falls on the large blue wings as she turns her head away from his touch – they are now within her sight with the male seeker squatting in front of her and she can't help staring at them in fascination.

Her attention is drawn to the beautiful engraved golden decal which adorns his wide wing and she wonders how it must have hurt him to get it done to something as sensitive as his wings. In pure reflex her wings twitch in sympathy at the thought of the pain he must have gone through to get it done.

Thundercracker is aware of her fixation and curses his trineleader for demanding that he gets the decals on his wings. They are the only part of his identity that he can't mask and while it seems this female seeker doesn't recognize the sigil of the Crown of Vos it is just a matter of time when someone in his line of work does. Sure the sigil isn't known to many outside Vos, but all it takes is a female seeker knowing what she looks at to tell on him.

While Thundercracker inwardly curses, Skywarp shyly lets her optics roam the rest of his frame. He is a perfect male specimen of her frame type; strong, powerful, large and incredibly beautiful. For once her circuits heats completely on her own without the coding activating the lubrication of her valve. She doesn't even care that if and when they turn to what he is there for she won't be feeling any of the current arousing sensations in her frame.

When she reaches for him again he once again restrains her hands and stops her from touching him.

Finally he speaks.

"I'm not here to take you or be pleasured by you." He tells her in a strong and rumbling voice, and she trembles at the sensual vibration of it.

Then the words sink in, and she stares at him, feeling a slight horror stir in her spark.

She needs to pleasure him, but he won't let her and she is terrified at the thought of what her owner is going to do to her if she doesn't do what the male wants. But he wants nothing? Why is he here if not for her to pleasure him?

Thundercracker can see the confusion and fear in her optics. He has grown used to see those emotions in all the females he frequent. The enforcer agent sighs before he gently releases her hands to once again caress her, this time allowing his hand to gently trace her shoulder and rub in comfort to ease the troubled feelings inside the female.

"I want us to talk a bit if it is okay with you? That is all that I need." he says calmly.

When she hesitantly nods he begins to question her about her life and the life of the others.

However, where he expects the usual story from a trafficked female, this one completely takes him by surprise when she tells him that she has been born in the brothel and has been raised by the other females whenever one had the time to take care of her. She knows nothing about the world around her other than the five stores building the brothel is located in and the close vicinity to the building.

When he incredulous asks about her need to fly she looks down ashamed.

"My flight systems aren't online." She mutters.

That explains to him the impassivity of the turbines in her thrusters. He should have been able to hear the faint whirr of their rotating, but if her flight systems aren't online her thrusters won't be active.

Rage slowly begins to boil inside him at the thought of the flightless seeker in front of him and he wonders how she even can be sane without the ability to fly. Of course he knows that even if her systems had been online she would only be given little time to fly if any at all.

And that is why he does this kind of work, seeking to bring home the females who has fallen victim to the illegal pleasure industry. But he doesn't work alone. A wide network of enforcers from every city state around the planet is working together to bring home the kidnapped and trafficked females and condemn the criminals running or feeding the industry.

Secretly activating his com line he contacts the enforcers waiting for his verification of trafficked females in the brothel and asks them to prepare to strike.

Then he rises from his crouching position and brings her to stand with him before he walks to the door. He knows he has a few breems before his colleagues are storming the building and he needs to act swiftly.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Skywarp asks terrified when the blue male begins to fiddle with the door and when it opens moments later she stares openmouthed at the door.

"Freeing you." Is all he says before he jerks her with him outside the room and down the corridors of the building. They are on the top level where all the flier types are located, closer to the sky without being able to reach it. It might have been an act of mercy to grant them this liberty, but for most it just taunts them with the fact that they are unable to freely take to their sparked element.

She fights the keep up with his larger strides as they hurry down the corridor and at some point she stumbles and almost falls, but his reactions are fast and he catches her in her stumble. Lifting her into his arms he carries her down the corridor in a running pace not at all affected by her weight in his arms.

Then he suddenly stops when they are on the second store level of the building.

"Prowl to Thundercracker. Respond." Thundercrackers com line activates with the sound of the Praxian enforcer agent and he stops in his movements.

"Thundercracker here." He answers hurriedly.

"We are going to be delayed another few breems. Ironhide just got a verification that a shipment is to be delivered to the brothel within the next few breems." Prowl explains.

"And you want a chance to get your hands on some of the perpetrators behind the kidnappings." Thundercracker answers curtly while he curses.

"It is simply too good a chance to miss out on. I'm sorry Thundercracker. You will have to hold your own for a few more breems until we have dealt with the incoming. But call out if the situation becomes too heated." Prowl apologizes.

"I will." He answers before he cuts the communication.

With a sigh he looks down at Skywarp. Things have just become that much more complicated. He is sure that he hasn't been discovered yet, but it is all a matter of time.

"What is it?" the female's shaken voice sounds and his optics hardens.

"Just a change of plans. Reinforcement are being a bit delayed." He tells her while he gently releases her from his hold and steadies her until she is stable on her own thrusters.

"Reinforcements? Who are you?" she asks incredulous.

"I'm an enforcer agent from Vos. We work in a team to liberate kidnapped and trafficked females." He explains while his optics and audios are trained on their surroundings.

"Vos?" she asks curiously.

That has his attention returning to her when he realizes what little she knows of their world.

"Flier city state." He elaborates.

The further explanation doesn't seem to tell her anything useful and his spark contracts in sympathy. How little she knows.

Then a thought occurs to him.

"How old are you?" he asks and he manages to hide any sign of the dread slowly overtaking his spark.

"200 vorns." She answers and is unable to hold his gaze when his optics widens in surprise only to morph into a look of horror at her expenses.

Thundercracker self is close to an age of 2000 vorns.

She is barely more than a youngling. The transformers enter their final upgrade at an age of 100-150 vorns depending on their genetics and readiness for the upgrade.

Thundercracker decides to thank the notifier even more for his information that led them to this particular brothel. The thought of the young female spending any more time in this place sickens him and he can't help wonder how many customers she has serviced during her short life.

It must be countable in the several thousands.

The sound of footfalls draws him out of his thoughts and he tenses visibly when the sound grows stronger and stronger. Someone is coming up the stairs they are standing on.

"Prowl." He asks through the com line, waiting for an update on the situation outside.

"We are almost ready. Just one more breem." The Praxian answers.

"I don't think I have that much time Prowl. Be prepared for a fight when you enter. I'm going to be discovered soon." Thundercracker calmly informs.

"I'll tell that to Ironhide." Prowl replies.

"Perfect. My shining red knight comes to the rescue." Thundercracker snorts.

"One breem." Prowl replies in a stern tone.

"I will be waiting, dead or alive." Thundercracker adds before he closes the communication again, turning his attention on the approaching transformer.

"Stay behind me at all times." He tells Skywarp as he gently pushes her behind his larger frame.

Moments later the transformer becomes visible and as Thundercracker had predicted it is the owner coming up to liberate him from Skywarps room, expecting the female to have dealt with the customer.

A whimper from Skywarp draws the attention and Thundercracker acts before the other completely understands what is happening. Kicking the male in the abdomen with his right thruster he sends the other down the stairs with a loud clatter. Following the falling frame down the steps he hopes the fall is enough to knock the other offline, but unfortunately the owner remains conscious and stumbles to his feet before Thundercracker manages to be on him again.

The commotion on the stair draws attention and at the shouting from the owner, the guards working in the brothel joins the male. Grimacing Thundercracker knows he is unable to keep them all away from them and urgently he orders Skywarp to flee a few stores up to give himself the space to fight without hurting her.

"Prowl! Where are those damned reinforcements!" he yells into his com line while he onlines his right thruster and burns the next guard trying to take him down.

A resounding boom is his response when the doors down below is blown from their hinges by Ironhide's powerful cannons.

"About time." He mutters to himself as he dodges and parries the increasing attacks.

A scream from above however freezes him in his actions and he looks up in alarm.

Skywarp.

There must have been some staff they had missed on their way down.

A fist connecting with his face shakes him out of his shock and he returns to the fight, torn between the urge to get to her aid or stay and fight.

Another cannon blast solves his issue and when the guards are blown off their feets at the power of the blast he wastes no time in hurrying up the stair.

A trail of energon follows further upstairs and with a franticly pulsing spark he follows it preparing himself for another fight.

Another chilling scream from the female urges him on and with a boiling rage he steps onto the fifth store again. Instantly he sees Skywarp huddled in a corner bleeding energon from a deep gash on one of her legs. A pool of fluids is slowly gathering beneath her and if she isn't treated soon she is going to turn critical.

A weak shout from her has him barely avoiding the fist flying out from around a corner when he walks closer.

Parrying the fist he follows up with one of his own to the shoulder joint on the other and much to his satisfaction he feels how the shoulder dislocates under the force of his attack.

Fuelled by his rage he forces the male up against the wall using his advantage to trap the other before he reaches into his subspace and withdraws a pair of stasis cuffs.

"You are under arrest for the crime of participating in the illegal pleasure industry. Everything you say can and will be used again you in trial. Withholding evidence can hurt your case. Do you understand?" the blue seeker growls as he turns the male around and forces the arms on the back before he connects the cuffs to the wrists, ignoring the pained yelp when he forces the dislocated arm around.

"Do you understand?!" he growls once again when the other doesn't respond.

First when he pushes at the dislocated arm does he get a hissed yes from the male.

Satisfied he activates the cuffs and the male enters stasis.

With that taken care of he turns to Skywarp and hurries to her side.

"It is going to be fine. You are going to be fine." He sooths, seeing her wide and scared optics.

She tries to say something but he stops her with a finger to her lips.

"Relax. Don't say anything. Save your energy." He tells her.

Then he does something to her that causes her awareness to slowly slip and as she slowly enters stasis lock the last thing she sees is his calming red optics and his soothing voice telling her to let go.

Then there is only a blessed darkness.


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