When you came in, the air went out.
She hadn't even had the voice to scream anymore, looking up high at the being that towered above her with a cold shadow cast over her miniscule form. The one thing she had hoped to never see again, hoped to escape. Stupid cunt, he rules the planet now, you can't escape him. The words ran through her throbbing cranium, hitting the walls and making it throb a little harder. She was half nude now, her panties around her knees, her dress tattered beneath her. She probably could put up a tough front for a little while, but how tough was she? No autobots, no daddy, no boyfriend. She was naked, and afraid, and almost 1,000 percent sure he could smell the fear wafting from her. Hell, she could almost smell it.
She thought to scramble back, trying to escape the cold metal fingers that reached down for her, so human, so alien. She ended up on her hands and knees crawling. He probably thinks you're a whore. You are a whore. Keep crawling with your ass to his metal face, maybe he'll eventually wanna fuck you too, slut. She let out a choked sob as the cold metal fingers gripped her, not gentle, but not rough enough to damage her in any way. She squirmed for a moment, kicking and growling as she tried to free herself. He made sure to snuff those attempts, tightening his grip and making her feel as if her ribs would all snap. She let out a sob, he let out a cold chuckle.
"Please." she pleaded. She was met with acid green optics dimming, in a squint. His grip tightened, and she felt as if her body was going to explode. Then, a grin, so malicious she was sure she was staring into the face of satan himself. She gulped audibly, squirming a bit more. Her panties, meanwhile, had slid down around her ankles and past her feet. She let out a noise between a sob and a gasp as the last piece of clothing she had fluttered to the ground without anything she could do. Her eyes met with the green optics once more and she felt her heart drop.
He said nothing, simply dropped her into the palm of his other hand and began to move. She looked through the metal fingers, caging her like the bars of a jail cell. The world moved in a lumbering, graceful manner about her. Similar to that of the Iron Giant from the movie. She watched the charred, dead world around her, listened to the sounds of what she considered death. A shiver coursed its way down her spine, the icy feeling causing her to ache.
"Where are you-?" his fingers tightened around her form, and the claustrophobia she had already been feeling intensified. She kept her questions to herself from then on, watching as the world around her died. He maneuvered like a panther, she determined. His movements were graceful for his size, and there was something there that screamed 'hunter'. Optimus had said he was a bounty hunter. He'd called him a neutral, not a Decepticon, not an Autobot. She had heard, from Crosshairs, that rarely did even Megatron tamper with him. What will you do now? There was the voice again. Maybe she really had hit her head hard when she'd landed, when had she landed again? She was losing memory quick.
The giant halted his movements, looking down at her, causing her to feel...even more naked. He closed his fist around her, shifting downward and warping into the sleek black Lamborghini that occupied his alt mode. She sat, naked upon the black leather seat, trembling and wide eyed. What now? Her brain throbbed and her eyes flickered. She reached to her forehead and felt- what was that? Blood?
"You took quite the fall when you tried to escape." the voice was deep, cold. It reminded her of what the antarctic ocean would probably feel like if you were to be dropped in it naked. "I'm surprised you got as far as you did. You're so much stronger than your weak, pathetic friends." she snarled at the words that played forth from the- radio? squirming and wiggling. She reached for the door, it snapped locked. She tried to find another way out, there was none.
"Stop that." he snarled out as she began to kick at the tinted window. She ignored him, kept kicking. A thick black cord came from somewhere in the or on the vehicle, slithering about like a snake. "I said, STOP THAT." the cord wrapped around her head, and snapped it backwards against the console. She cried out as her world shook around her, body going limp for a moment.
She must have blacked out, because when she came back from where ever she had gone, she was sitting up right. Strange. She fidgeted, wiggling in her seat. Her head gave a wicked throb, pulsing harshly against her cranium like it had been for the past few hours. She went to reach a hand to her head, only to find she couldn't move either of them. She began to panic, squirming, pulling, tugging. Trying in vain to free herself from whatever had her. She looked down, noticing the dark wires that had wrapped themselves around her ankles and wrists. She let out a squeal, trying to fight her way from the wires to no avail.
"Ah, is the little firebug awake?" she scowled, struggling more. "Now that you're awake and kicking, why don't we try a little experiment." fear's cold tendrils gripped around the battered girl's heart. What's that supposed to mean? The seat beneath her began a slow vibration, one that confused her at first until it clicked. She was naked, strapped down, and the seat was vibrating. She let out a mix between a sob and squeak, squirming more in a futile attempt to gain freedom.
"Now, you're acting like you won't enjoy this.." her heart thudded against the confines of her ribcage and she arched and squirmed again. "I've done research of the fleshbag mating rituals you see, some of the things you disgusting little insects do is- ...rather intriguing to me." her blue eyes were wide, shock written upon her face. See, even he thinks you're a whore. What a thought, a giant alien machine from another planet seeing you as a sexual experiment. Then, it appeared. It was another, thicker cord. It looked smooth, and it moved like a snake. It expanded at the tip, a glowing bead scanning over her before it snapped shut again. She gulped. She'd always heard her boyfriend talk about japanese tentacle porn. This was eerily similar. She was lost to what was happening for a moment, unaware of the cord descending itself downward.
The cord smoothed its way over her thigh gently, kneading at it like a kitten, sliding up like a snake. It was strangely gentle, moving with a strict determination that made her skin crawl. She wished for a heart attack, a stroke, anything. To pass out would have been acceptable in her situation. Nothing happened, and the more she dwelled on it the more she missed. Somewhere along the way more wires had appeared, sliding slowly along her torso in a haste to reach the fleshy mounds that jiggled on her chest as she squirmed. The coiled around them, taking her breath away for a moment. She was distracted, her focus flashing to that of the wires that had coiled and squeezed at her breasts. She didn't notice the cord begin to rub against her at first, not until it hit a her clit.
"NO!" she shrieked, beginning to fight with all the strength she had left. It didn't do her any good, in fact it aided the mech in his quest. She'd rubbed herself against the cord, and her body had betrayed her. As the cord continued to rub against her it began to grow slick with her juices, and she struggled to fight back a string of moans.
After a time, the cord abandoned its assault on her nether regions, living her clit throbbing and the seat beneath her wet. That was her fault. You should be ashamed, you're such a slut. She sobbed out, her eyes glassy with tears. The cord slithered around between her breasts, still being squeezed, and approached her chin slowly.
"Open your mouth." he demanded coldly, when she didn't, she was slapped harshly against the face. "I said, open. Your. Mouth." she consented this time, letting it fall agape on command. The cord prodded at her tongue for a moment, as if testing the waters. After a moment, the tip slid its way in, wiggling about before it forced its way further. She'd given head before, not that she'd admit to it. Pretty girls didn't suck dick. But you did. There was that throbbing headache again. With the voice.
The cord slid further into her throat, sliding until it reached her gag reflex and she nearly horked up the noodles she'd ate. It retracted, and she failed to notice the noise that rumbled from the car. The noise of pure delight. She flenched as it clacked against her teeth, wriggling about and poking at the roof of her mouth.
"Suck." she hesitated. Maybe she could act like she'd never done this before and he'd go back to just raping her. "Go on, I know you've done it before. Females like you are notorious for this sort of thing on this disgusting rock." and so she did. Failing to notice yet again the rumbles of pleasure that vibrated through the speakers like a low bass, failing to hear how much he was actually enjoying this due to the throb in her ears. Had she would have heard it, she would have attempted to bite him. That thought wasn't lost to her mind, maybe he'd give her what she wanted and kill her if she did. Stupid girl, killing you would be something you wanted. After a while she thought her jaw was going to lock, and she wondered if maybe he'd ever let her stop. To her relief the cord retracted with a snap of urgency, almost like a human male would.
Her relief was short lived, because as soon as the cord had left her mouth it had made haste towards her womanhood, a place she'd never allowed anyone. She squirmed, and the tears that had threatened the entire time to spill slid down her rosy cheeks in little streams. Like that of rain drops that streaked down a foggy window.
"Please, no." he ignored her, he was on a mission now. He'd never been one to oppose exotic interspecies experiments, and held them on many a delicate femme from many a delicate species many times over. She was nothing new. He couldn't stop now, not when he was so close to the ever blissful overload he'd been denied for so many vorns.
"Oh, isn't this a treat." her hips jerked as the thick cord spread her, prodding at the place that had never been breached, not even by another's fingers. "You're not so much a filthy whore after all." she whimpered. It's too big! her mind swam, her head pounded, her ears were ringing. She was going to lose her virginity to a psychotic robotic rapist! The cord wiggled against the hymen, testing how fragile it was before it barged through like a train through a too small tunnel. She cried out, arching upwards and hitting her head against the back of the seat. Dear God it hurt. The pain, oh the pain.
The cord ripped its way backwards, pulling every bit of innocence she had with it before it forced its way back in relentlessly. Oh god why? her head throbbed and her eyes flickered with the unspilled tears. Please make it stop. Within one cruel irony the pain did stop, giving way to the dull, aching pleasure so many spoke of. This was not what she had hoped for, this is not what she had wanted. She wanted death. Not to enjoy herself getting raped like a street whore. The cord seemed to vibrate within her, like some sort of sick sex toy she'd find in an NT video store. Her muscles clenched around it like a fist, trying to suck it back in as it withdrew each time. Her cunt twitched and throbbed as the cord vibed and wiggled.
There was that sound again, the deep rumbling bass. It sounded like a moan, a wicked, sadistic moan. She rocked her hips against the cord harder, faster. She needed it. She wanted it. Her hips rolled back and forth as the cord violated her again and again. The mech wondered what it would be like to unleash a pulse within her, would it kill her? He'd just have to test to find out. Not yet though, no not yet.
The cord worked faster, she wiggled her hips more. Her chest began to heave and her eyes grew lidded. She was arched up, rolling against the cord that she wished would just go a little deeper. The speed increased and then-
Everything around her pulsed with electricity. Her body shutter as she shouted out, the vehicle shook around her like something had rattled it. A violent orgasm overtook her and she passed out. Everything went dark.
Overload reached, systems rebooting.
System check status: 78%
Manual reboot status: 89%
Vitals: 90%
Reboot status: E
I don't know what you done to me but I know this much is true…
I wanna do bad things with you.
