Chapter 3
Starscream bit down on the bit that was pressed into the corners of his mouth. He panted, servos clutching the cushions of the couch as he leaned over the back of it, the tips of his peds barely touching the floor. He glared ahead at the TV which was displaying an old show that had aired before the war started, and now would rerun since nothing new had been made during that horrendous conflict.
Master smacked loudly as he stuffed his mouth with gooey energon cubes and oily sticks, getting the greasy mess over his servos and face. He thrust into his slave at a steady, slow pace, simply enjoying his fuel and watching some TV.
He smacked and wiped at his faceplates with a back of a servo before scraping it across Starscream's wings, using the Seeker like a napkin. Starscream's optics narrowed, but he couldn't do anything but stay put. His servos were manacled, and the chain attached to his collar tethered him to the leg of the couch. He was stuck here, being used, a plate balanced on his backplates, and his wings now covered in grease, oil, and energon from Master's meal.
Starscream pulled his helm forward when the reins were tightened, the bridle tightly fastened to his helm. He had never felt so humiliated before. At least no one else was here to see him…
"Mmm, this is great." Master commented as he continued grossly masticating his hardened energon, and loudly slurping his beverage.
Starscream glared murderously ahead, wanting nothing more but to turn around and rip off that stupid helm of this sickening Autobot. Not even Skywarp got this gross when he refueled. The worst he ever did was eat something that had fallen on the floor… Or the time he snorted energon out his olfactory sensor at Starscream…
Master was taking a while to overload since he was taking his time, but he eventually did, and the Seeker jumped a little at the sensation. Master simply resumed, still eating unperturbed.
When the grounder finally finished off his meal, he tossed the empty plate aside on the couch, then focused solely on thrusting into Starscream. He held the reins in one servo, keeping them taunt, forcing the Seeker's helm up and mouth open. The Decepticon hung out his glossa, keeping it from being pinched by the metal bit, wincing at the growing pressure on his mouth pistons.
Master leaned forward, his hot exhales beating down on Starscream's nape. The Seeker could smell oil and everything else he had been feasting on, filling his olfactory sensor, reminding him how he hadn't refueled yet. Master had told him he needed to earn his fuel, and that probably meant behaving while Master had his morning fun.
"My slave is being so good." Master purred, his face almost in Starscream's as he pressed his cheekplates against the Seeker's. "And with good behavior comes energon, more freedom, and of course no beatings. Isn't that what you want, Starscream?"
The Decepticon refrained from flicking his wings, but his optics filled with such hatred and wanting to dismember anything that moved. He tried closing his mouth, but the reins were only pulled harder, and Master began to thrust fiercer. He concentrated, then found what he had been looking for. Starscream's optics widened before he began to whine and squirm, feeling that wondrous sensation that only his primary sensory node being pounded into brought. Dammit, he hated that grounder for knowing how to play another's body!
"You like that, don't you, my slave?" Master smiled wickedly, chuckling when Starscream whined louder. "Good, slave. See? You get rewarded when you behave." He rubbed against Starscream's face with his, smearing energon and oil onto the flier's visage. "All messy now, aren't you?" He grasped Starscream's chin with his free servo, the other still holding the reins taunt. "Need to clean yourself up, don't you?"
Starscream whimpered, his wings drooping, feeling increasingly uneasy. Master kept pressing his front onto the Seeker's back, ensuring he wouldn't move as he continued his savage humping. He reached his thumb and index digits inside of Starscream's still open mouth, feeling inside and stroking the Decepticon's glossa. Starscream whined loudly, kicking his legs and squirming, feeling terror filling his being, not sure if Master was going to break his jaw or do worse.
Master kept messing with the Seeker's mouth, glossa, and pistons until he felt what he wanted. He removed his digits to inspect them, rubbing the tips of the index and thumb together and slightly parting them to reveal a clear-ish goo between them. He then put his digits back into Starscream's mouth and continued violating the Seeker.
"Keep producing more mouth lubricant. That's a good slave."
Starscream could only pitifully whine, feeling coolant pooling in his optics from the pain, the fear, the humiliation, and just wanting to get away from this torture. Master finally removed his prying digits when Starscream was lubricating heavily from the mouth, it spilling out, and dripping down his glossa.
Master loosened the reins, allowing Starscream to finally close his mouth. But, before the Seeker could swallow, he yanked it hard, eliciting a pained cry from the flier as his mouth opened and glossa whipped out, causing lubricant to ribbon and splatter from it.
"That's what I want to see more of." Master smiled.
Starscream looked at him sideways, optics a little large, scared and uncertain. Master tugged the reins again, and Starscream clamped down on the bit. He couldn't fully close his mouth due to the bit, and lubricant was soon dripping out of the corners of his mouth, and beginning to foam as he kept biting, flicking his glossa, and chewing. He felt absolutely disgusted, humiliated, and wanting to be anywhere but here.
Master was enjoying himself even more, now. Thrusting into the Seeker with everything he had, pulling the reins, using the ends of the reins to lash Starscream's aft and wings, and making the worse pleasured groans and grunts one could utter.
Master finally overloaded into his slave, panted for a bit, then pulled out. Starscream stayed where he was, panting, feeling sore, and trying to stop lubricating so much from his mouth. Master tugged the reins, and Starscream stood up, taking a step back from the couch. Master removed the manacles before holding up a glass of energon to Starscream's lip plates. The Alpha Seeker parted his lips and accepted the energon, having to swallow around the bit still in his mouth. Master held the glass in one servo as the other still held the reins. Starscream finished his energon, then Master drank some from another glass before allowing Starscream to drink from it as well. Starscream was ashamed to admit that drinking from the same glass as Master didn't bother him much anymore. Master had done worse to him, and energon was energon. He needed the fuel.
"Good, slave." Master petted his helm. "Lick it clean." He held up the plate he had set aside a bit ago.
Starscream took it and did as ordered, licking the plate clean of the energon and oil that had been left on it. Once he finished, he handed the plate to Master for inspection.
"Good job." Master petted him again. "You have been so obedient this orbital cycle. Keep it up and I'll give you a special reward."
"Special?" Starscream's wings perked.
"Mhmm. As always, you do well and behave, you are rewarded. You disobey or talk back to me, you are punished. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Clean the dishes and all this transfluid. Then, I'll let you sit by the window."
"Yes, Master." He tugged at the bridle. "And this?"
"Comes off after you clean." He said as he untied the chain from the couch.
Starscream bit down on the metal rod invading his mouth. He waited until Master untied him from the couch before taking the dishes and walking into the small energon room where a sink was and all the other dishes kept. He silently cleaned the dishes, dried them, and stacked them with the others before mopping clean the floors of the main room and berthroom, then wiping clean the berth and couch where Master had interfaced him that morning and evening. He also cleaned Master's codpiece before being allowed to clean his own.
Once everything was clean, Master rewarded him with some energon goodies and allowed him to sit by the window with them. The Seeker quietly ate them as he watched the birds, wishing he was out with them, free and flying, not worrying about how they will be raped or beaten.
Starscream sat there for nearly two joors while Master watched TV and did things on a tablet, not paying attention to the Seeker. Then, the doorbell rung.
Starscream spun around, wings perking, tensing, not sure if this was possible escape or something bad about to happen. He kept glancing from Master to the door, ready to react.
Master calmly stood, setting aside the datapad, and approaching the Seeker. "Go to the berthroom." He commanded in a normal tone.
"Who's here?" Starscream asked quickly as Master took the reins and gave them a tug, forcing the Seeker to stand.
"A friend of mine."
"You have those?"
Master glared at him, but surprisingly didn't smack him. He led the flier into the berthroom and pushed him onto the berth. He removed the bridle first, then tied the chain to the headboard. Manacles were placed on Starscream's wrists before they were shackled to the headboard as well. His ankles were chained together, then tied to the footboard, then a cloth was shoved into his mouth followed by a thick wire that was tightly tied behind his helm.
"Be quiet, behave, and don't try anything." Master jabbed a digit at him with each point. "If you do you will be given a beating with a cable until you can't walk. Understood?"
Starscream quickly nodded, not wanting to ever be hurt like that again. Besides, if it was one of Master's friends he may try to hurt Starscream as well.
Master walked out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. Starscream listened, unable to move, stretched out on the berth as he lied there. He heard the outside door opening, heard another mech greeting Master, and them talking and laughing. He couldn't make out everything they were saying, but it was just palaver. About what they were up to, their work, and random things friends would talk about.
Starscream soon ceased listening since they weren't saying anything he cared about. Nothing about Seekers, nothing about him, nothing useful. But, it was interesting how Master wouldn't say anything about a slave and hid him away…
Starscream eventually fell into recharge, exhausted, weak, and bored. He needed the rest to strengthen his frame, as it was always in a state of self repair from all the beatings and harsh rapes.
It was several cycles later that Starscream was onlined by Master who was untying him from the berth. The Seeker stayed put until he was freed and the gag removed from his mouth. He sat up, wings perking as he watched Master put away the chains and manacles.
"Guess not even your friends are allowed to know I'm here." Starscream commented conversationally, leaning back on his palms as his legs crossed.
Master didn't speak immediately. "Not yet at least."
"Afraid they'll tattle?" He slightly cocked his helm.
Master gave him a hard look before answering. "They won't tattle. Not when they'll want to enjoy themselves with you and have a plaything. No, you're just not broken enough yet."
Starscream bit his glossa, silent a moment. "So.. y-you're going to whore me? Be a pimp?"
"My friends don't have Shanix… No one really does after the war… No, I can share. And they can keep a secret."
Starscream felt his spark sinking, the thought of other Autobots raping him, having control of his body… Powerless to protect himself. He was increasingly growing worried. "H-how often do you plan on… On letting them come and… Partake of me?"
Master smirked. "We shall see how often they'd like to come over. I'm quite hospitable."
Starscream's wings drooped, feeling that stomach dropping sensation. "Please… Don't let anyone else touch me…"
"You don't get a say in that. I own you. You're my property. Your body is mine and I say what happens to it. Understand?"
Starscream didn't look at him, which earned him a cuff on the helm. He quickly looked up, knowing what Master wanted.
"Understand?" Master growled dangerously.
"Yes, Master. I understand." Starscream replied softly.
"Good. Now, you did behave all orbital cycle so you will be rewarded." A small smiled etched itself on his faceplates when Starscream wings perked. "You may take a shower of your own after you bathe me. Then, I'll let you drink half a glass of engex. Sweet engex."
Starscream's wings raised some. "Really?"
"Yes." Master took the Decepticon's chin in his massive servo. "Good things come to slaves who obey their masters." He paused. "Prepare to bathe me."
Starscream slowly looked away. "Yes, Master." He slid off the berth and went off to do so, holding the chain that was forever tied to his neck.
Starscream scrubbed and cleaned Master, making sure to be gentle, but get everything removed. He even dried and buffed Master. Then, he cleaned himself for the first time since… Forever. He just stood in that warm water flowing over his sore, exhausted body, optics offline, savoring this relaxing moment in his life of horrors. He remembered taking showers with his trinemates, how they would hold each other, kiss, help clean, and make love in the streams of hot water flowing over their thin frames. How his trinemates kissed him, hugged him, how they pleasured his body, and when they were inside him…
Starscream wiped at the coolant beginning to leak from his optics. Each passing orbital cycle he was growing more and more fearful of their fates. He needed to know if they were okay. He needed them with him. He couldn't go on without them. He already was suffering PTSD, depression, anxiety, and even some suicidal tendencies for vorns when having them with him. Now he's dealing with that without them, with this added stress and torture from his Autobot enslaver. He couldn't keep going like this… He needed them.
Starscream finished cleaning himself and even buffed what he could reach of his outer plating. Most of his paint was chipped and missing over his frame, but he made what he could look good. He was a Seeker, and preening was an important practice in their culture.
After he had finished grooming, he exited the shower and soon received sweet engex. He savored that luxurious taste, and the sensation it brought to his body. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed something proper like this.
Master refrained from touching him as the Seeker drank his engex, sipping some every klik to make it last. But, once it was finally gone, the Autobot took his slave to the berthroom and locked the door.
Starscream swallowed as he was made to lean over the berth and remove his codpiece. He whimpered when penetrated, and gasped and moaned from each thrust. But he didn't fight, didn't resist. He couldn't do anything but submit and let Master have his way with Starscream's body. He owned him now, after all.
Master overloaded twice into Starscream before deeming that was enough and pulling out. Starscream closed his plates and got onto the berth, knowing the drill. Master was soon lying beside him, his arm wrapped around Starscream's waist, holding him close.
"Night, slave."
"Night, Master." Starscream replied barely louder than a whisper, grabbing the cushion to hug, needing some form of comfort.
Master shut down his systems and fell into recharge, leaving the scared Seeker to stare into space, thinking about how he would escape, how he could kill Master, and what he would do once getting away.
He prayed his chance of freedom would come very soon.
Master onlined first the next morning and wasted no time in pushing Starscream over and mounting him. Starscream onlined to Master already inside him and humping with all his worth. All the Seeker could do was lie there and take it, whimpering and moaning helplessly.
After Master had satisfied himself several times, he smacked Starscream's aft and ordered him to fetch him energon.
Starscream did so, leaving to get both them energon, and soon returning. He had to hand over all the energon, even the cubes he got for himself, and wait for Master to allow him to refuel.
Starscream sat on the berth, watching Master drink his energon, silent for a bit before daring to speak. "Master?"
"Hmm?" He grunted, still refueling.
"I was wondering… If it might be possible for… For me to leave the apartment for some time. Like… Go for a walk."
Master eyed him suspiciously. "Why?" He grunted.
"Because… I haven't been outside since you abducted me and… I would very much like to get out some."
"And potentially escape or be seen by someone who shouldn't see you? Not happening. You stay inside."
"But, Master-"
Master glared at him. "You don't like what I said?"
Starscream's wings lowered. "No, Master. I just… Would really like to go outside."
"I bet you would…It's not happening. Don't ask again."
Starscream swallowed, looking down. "Yes, Master… I apologize…"
Master snorted before resuming refueling himself. He drank his energon and stuffed a hardened cube into his mouth, smacking noisily as he did so. Once he was finished, he took a bite out of another cube before making Starscream eat it from his servo. He then drank from Starscream's glass, then held it as Starscream drank. Once the Seeker was fueled, Master ordered him to clean the dishes, which Starscream quietly did.
Starscream put away the clean dishes and returned to the grounder, waiting for his next command. Master was working on his computer, ignoring his slave, not that Starscream minded. The Seeker grabbed a chair and placed it by the window before sitting down. His wings perked, pressing his cheekplates against the cold bars as he watched the birds and city outside the glass barrier.
How he wished to be free and flying.
It was joors later when Master finally pried himself away from his computer and spoke to the Decepticon.
"Starscream."
The designated mech quickly turned, perking his wings. "Yes, Master?"
"Fetch the bridle and crop."
Starscream's wings lowered, his spark sinking, not wanting to be forced into interface again. Not wanting to be hurt, humiliated, and treated like nothing.
He slowly stood, and walked over to the hooks on the wall that held many chains, paddles, whips, crops, manacles, and other torture and bondage equipment. He selected a crop that should hurt the least and the bridle before approaching Master and handing him the items.
"Open."
Starscream opened his mouth, allowing the bit to be placed inside and the bridle buckled on. It was securely fastened, not easily coming off, and not giving his mouth any respite. He bit down on the metal rod invading his mouth, feeling the pressure on his glossa and mouth pistons. Master turned him around by the shoulders, taking the reins in one hand and the crop in the other.
"Get on all fours."
Starscream's wings tried to lower, but they already were drooping as much as they could. He slowly got down on all fours, his spark falling inside of him, not wanting this. Scared of the pain, of what Master would do to him. What Master always did to him…
Master studied the Seeker before him, enjoying that sight of fine aft, hips, and back. Oh, how he loved staring at that backside as he humped it. He stood over the Seeker, his legs pressing against either side of the flier's torso before lowering down and sitting on Starscream's back.
Starscream's optics widened when he felt the full weight of the grounder sitting on his back, crushing him. He whined before collapsing, unable to hold it up.
"What are you doing?" Master demanded, giving the reins a hard tug.
Starscream's mouth was forced open as he jerked his helm forward, trying to fight the pull of the reins. He whined, the weight of Master too much for his much smaller body, unable to do anything but lie helplessly there.
"Get up!" Master barked as he lashed Starscream's wing with the crop.
"I can't!" Starscream exclaimed, only for the reins to be pulled harder.
"Do as you're told, slave." Master growled before beginning to lash Starscream's wings without mercy.
Starscream whimpered and yelped, biting down on the bit as his wings were cruelly beaten. He desperately tried getting back up, but Master just weighed too much. It took a couple of kliks before Master lifted himself up and allowed Starscream to stand before sitting back down. This time, Starscream was able to stay on all fours, despite how difficult it was. He whined, his limbs wobbled, but he managed to not fall down this time.
"Good. Now, walk." Master ordered with a flick of his wrist, smacking the crop against Starscream's aft.
Starscream clenched his jaws on the bit, wings giving a flick before he attempted a step forward. Moving his servos wasn't too bad, but his legs had most of Master's weight on them, so he had to scoot his knees along the floor, which hurt. He could feel his knee joints creaking and wanting to break. But, Master kept lashing his aft and ordering him forward, and he had to obey or worse would be done.
He slowly, painfully made his way across the berthroom carrying Master. The humiliation alone was enough to kill him. He bit down on the bit when Master tugged the left rein, causing the bit to press into the left side of Starscream's mouth. The Seeker followed the unspoken command and moved to the left, trying to not fall down from the weight of this brute.
Master made him circle around the living room once before taking him to the couch. That's where Master dismounted and sat on the couch, ignoring how Starscream fell to the floor, exhausted from that horrible labor.
"Come here." Master clicked his glossa after a moment.
Starscream looked up, taking a moment to collect himself, then climbed onto the couch. His knees and spinal strut hurt the most, and his wings and aft stung from the crop. Master forced him to lie against him, keeping an arm wrapped around the Seeker's shoulders. Starscream's wings stayed low, but he accepted resting against Master. It was better than being made to clean or forced to have interface…
Master, as usual, was watching TV, ignoring the Decepticon next to him. Starscream offlined his optics, trying to get some recharge in, tired from the constant interface, work, healing, and all the stress. He was so stressed it made him exhausted. He just needed to recharge and recharge….
The Autobot stayed entertained by whatever was on the vid screen for a few joors before finally feeling like he needed something. He looked down at the silently recharging Seeker, a small smirk spreading over his wide face.
"Starscream, online." He ordered tersely, giving the Seeker's thigh a hard swat with the crop he still possessed.
Starscream startled online, jerking his helm up from where it had slumped onto Master's lap. He sat up, wings low, looking up at Master.
"Yes, sir?" He asked quietly.
"Pleasure me." He grunted, spreading out his legs as he continued slouching on the couch.
Starscream swallowed. "Yes, sir…" He started to reach for Master's codpiece when the grounder whipped his servo with the crop, causing the Seeker to jerk his hand away.
"I'm going to tell you how." He snapped. Starscream slowly rubbed his hurting servo, looking pitifully up at Master. "Fetch a whip."
Starscream felt his spark sinking. He slid off the couch and went into the berthroom, retrieving a whip from the wall of torture devices. He returned, handing it to Master, silently waiting for what will happen next.
"Come closer." Master gesture him over with a digit.
Starscream sat on the couch, leaning towards Master as instructed. Master reached up and forced Starscream's mouth open wider, shoving his index and thumb digits inside. Starscream whined, feeling him toy with his mouth pistons and glossa, making him lubricate. It took a little bit of work, and almost a klik later Starscream was soon heavily drooling mouth lubricants around the bit.
Master unbuckled the bridle and removed the bit, a long strand of mouth lubricant stretching between the moving bit and the Seeker's glossa until it finally "snapped" and hung from either attachment point.
The Autobot tossed the bridle aside, then folded away his codpiece and let his spike unfold out. He then gestured to it.
"Mouth only." He smiled lustfully.
Starscream eyed the monstrous thing, then looked at Master. "Please…"
"Now, or else." Master growled dangerously.
Feeling his spark dropping and wanting only to die, Starscream slowly stepped between Master's legs, then lowered himself to his knees. He almost felt like crying he didn't want to do this so bad, but knew he had no choice. Either suffer the disgusting and humiliating act of fellatio, or be beaten until… Either death or whatever came his way.
He eyed that thing, trying to imagine it being one of his trinemates' spikes. His trine wasn't big on oral, no. They much preferred aft stuff over shoving each others intimacy in faces. It only really came out if they were feeling particularly kinky, really wanted to get something out of the other, or when Thundercracker was pissed at his two trinemates and turned them into the most miserable glitches he could for the night. Or orn. However long he stayed pissed and aggressively virile.
Starscream offlined his optics, tentatively taking Master's spike into his servo, He cycled air heavily, preparing for this. Even imagining it being Megatron's spike, or even Soundwave's spike was better than some Autobot's spike. Not that he knew what Soundwave's spike was like. He just knew its look because he never bothered waiting for Soundwave to get out of the shower when giving him more reports to go over.
And people wondered if it was possible to make Soundwave scream as he desperately covered himself with a towel… Only Starscream knew the answer to that.
He swallowed, telling himself it was Thundercracker, then he slowly opened his mouth, still not looking.
The taste alone destroyed his illusion. It was awful. He knew it got cleaned, after all he was the one cleaning it these orbital cycles, but it tasted like it never had been touched by soap. It tasted dirty, and it still had dried transfluid on it from being used that morning. It was horrible.
Starscream kept his optics offline, releasing the spike from his servo, hesitating, then going in for the plunge. If anything, at least Master should be impressed with his skill in this next part. The Seeker moved his helm forward, taking the entire spike into his mouth and down his throat, managing to not gag or otherwise choke on it. He had Thundercracker's spike to thank for this magical power. Which he had also honed by deep throating other things as practice, such as dildos and those long, soft energon sticks.
Master hummed his engine in approval, pleased by how good his slave was already. He patted Starscream's helm with his free servo, the other holding the whip.
"Begin."
Starscream placed his servos on Master's thighs before bobbing his helm back and forth, feeling the hardening phallus inside of his mouth, feeling it scraping the inside of his throat. His mouth was still secreting excess mouth lubricant, soon creating white foam around his lip plates and along the spike. It actually was easier to work the spike in his mouth with all that mouth lubricant. Why he had never thought of that before with his trinemates he didn't know. Well, maybe this gross mess was the reason…
He kept moving his helm, swallowing around the spike, pushing his glossa against it, and being careful of his denta so not to scrape. He knew how to do this properly. How to pleasure the spike the right way. Skywarp made him watch enough porn so he should be quite knowledgeable in this…
"Faster." Master grunted, flicking his wrist and causing the whip to lash across Starscream's aft.
Starscream's optics widened, fighting back from biting down, controlling his reaction to the sudden pain. He moved his helm faster, trying to do as Master desired, but it would never be enough.
"Go deeper." He lashed the Seeker over the wings. "More electrical shocks." Another lash.
Starscream whined, obeying, trying to avoid more pain, but of course Master relished being sadistic. He kept lashing Starscream on the aft, backplates, and wings, smiling wickedly as he did so between his grunts of pleasure. Starscream whimpered and yelped, but continued giving fellatio, feeling his mouth lubricants somehow covering more and more of his chin and cheekplates, making him feel even grosser. He felt awful.
"Keep going." Master grunted before lashing Starscream on his faceplates, leaving a tear over his olfactory sensor.
Starscream felt coolant pooling in his optics, feeling more hopeless, more miserable, just missing his trinemates so much.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally felt Master coming. He Kept going, Master grasping the chain and keeping it taunt so Starscream wouldn't be able to pull away and avoid the oncoming explosion. Starscream whined, just wanting this over even if the end was going to be absolutely awful. He gave it his all just before it finally shot out. His mouth and throat were suddenly filled with transfluid, forcing him to jerk his helm back and get the splurting thing out of his mouth. Master grasped Starscream's helm, holding him in place as his spike continued to shoot out, covering Starscream's face with the gooey substance.
Starscream's mouth hung open, his glossa dangling out, mouth lubricant and cum oozing down in long strands from his glossa and jaw, dripping to the floor. Tendrils of mouth lubricant connected the Seeker's mouth and glossa to Master's now limp spike, and the thick, white foam coated Master's spike and much of Starscream's face. Starscream had transfluid all over his faceplates, even over his optics, and seeping into the tear that the whip caused on his visage.
He felt horrible. He felt the cum running down his throat, knowing he swallowed some when it gushed into him. He was so disgusted, so filthy, so… Revolted by all of this.
But Master liked it.
"Beautiful." Master smiled cruelly, leaning forward, examining his slave. "Exactly how you should look. Covered in my nanites and drooling like a rabid turbofox. Such a good, little slave, aren't you, Starscream?"
Starscream's optics narrowed, but he didn't speak or attack like he wanted to. He knew he wouldn't win. He clenched his jaws, glaring death at his imprisoner. Master's optics narrowed before lashing the whip across Starscream's faceplates, causing the Seeker to offline his optics and turn away, but otherwise he remained silent.
"Get on all fours." Master growled.
Starscream hesitated, then did so. Without preamble, Master rested his peds on the Decepticon's back, crossing them at the ankles. Starscream's wings lowered, his optics offlining, silently begging to be with his trinemates or for death to take him. Why was this happening to him?
Master returned to watching TV like nothing had happened, keeping his fluid covered spike out to get some air. Starscream could only watch the transfluid and mouth lubricant drip onto the floor, puddling as it fell from his faceplates. He could feel it drying on his cheekplates, his mouth becoming sticky on the inside. He winced when Master's peds shifted, scraping across the fresh whip marks. But, he stayed put.
He was made to stay there for several more joors before Master ordered him into the washroom. There, he made Starscream clean him before the Seeker could scrub himself clean. The former Air Commander dried his Master, then himself, finally ridding himself of the horrible mess.
Master yanked the chain and took the Seeker to the berthroom, locking the door behind him.
"Lie on your back." He grunted, listlessly gesturing to the berth.
Starscream kept his wings low as he obeyed, lying on the berth and removing his codpiece. Master climbed on top of him, and was inside of the Seeker after briefly pleasuring the flier's body. Starscream whimpered and moaned, pitifully looking into those lustful, cerulean optics above him, helplessly holding the wrist of the servo that grasped his neck, pinning him down.
Master smiled, grunting as he thrust hard and fast into his Seeker, loving those moans, those sad mews, those brightly glowing optics that were so fearful, so pathetic, so anxious beneath him. Knowing that he controlled the destiny of their owner. This was his slave. He was his property. And he loved having fun with his property.
"Open." He almost seductively whispered it, tapping Starscream's cockpit.
The Decepticon whined at the Autobot's command, hesitantly folding away his chestplates and revealing his brightly glowing spark. Master removed his own chestplates and lowered himself, pressing his chest against Starscream's. The flier whimpered when he felt the grounder's being, the energy tendrils of their sparks grasping, pulling, and entangling together. Master's hot exhales beat down on Starscream's faceplate's filling his olfactory sensor with the foul stench of Master's breath.
Starscream whined louder as Master's passion grew and his humping became fiercer. He wasn't bothering finding Starscream's primary sensory node. No, this was about him tonight, not his slave. And he would have his fun.
Starscream screamed when he overloaded, their sparks bonding savagely, painfully. Master growled as he too overloaded, filling the Seeker with his nanites in a furious explosion of ecstasy. Starscream gasped and cried out as their sparks refused to release each other for a moment longer than usual, feeling a horrible burn inside of him. He dug his digits into Master's wrist, arching his backstrut, and scraping his thruster heels across the berthtop.
Finally, the climax rode through their frames leaving them hot and panting in the silence of the aftermath of their interface. The Seeker watched the tank, panting, calming down, feeling the remaining burn inside of his spark. Master finally smiled at him, pleased about the overload's power.
"Good, slave." He spoke softly, not much emotion in his vocalizer.
Starscream was pushed over after Master pulled out. He quickly closed his plates and curled up just as Master lied beside him after securing the chain to the headboard. Those powerful arms wrapped around his thin waist, holding him close. Starscream swallowed, a servo touching over his chestplates, not sure why his spark still hurt.
"Night, Starscream." Master grunted before shutting down for recharge.
Starscream bit his lower lip plate, his thoughts wandering towards his trinemates. He felt coolant pooling in his optics when he saw Thundercracker's rare smile, and the coolant began to leak out when he heard Skywarp's stupid giggle. He reached over and grabbed the cushion kept on the berth, hugging it tightly, needing some form of comfort.
He let himself go and cried into it, silently praying that his beloved trinemates were safe, warm, well fueled, and together. Please, be together. Please, just be safe together somewhere. Please… Let him be reunited with them. Let him be able to escape. Please. Whatever deity that may exist out there… Hear his prayers. Let him be returned to his Seekers. Let him hug and kiss his trinemates once again. Please, let their trine be whole once more.
That's all he asked for. That's all he ever needed.
Several orbital cycles passed, all the same. Master interfaced him first thing in the morning, made him refuel after him, then left him chained to the berth whenever he left. And when Master returned Starscream had to clean the apartment, give Master oral, clean Master, let Master use him as a table as he fragged and refueled, and wear that stupid bridle most of the time. Master even made him wear it while he was gone for one orbital cycle. And every night Master took him missionary style before recharging while holding his slave. And most nights Starscream found himself crying to recharge, in pain, losing hope, and his depression and stress growing. And most orbital cycles he had been hurt with a whip, a cable, a crop, or Master punching him. He felt absolutely miserable, and lately was feeling nauseous in the morning and sometimes during interface. But it was only slightly. Nothing terrible. No, the worst was just from what Master was doing to him from the beatings, rape, and mistreatment.
It was nearly an orn since that painful overload that caused his spark to burn when he was beneath Master, being fragged as usual in the morning, when he felt worse than usual. Far worse.
"Mmm." Starscream whined and moaned in pain, wincing as Master thrust into him hard and fast. "Master…"
"Don't speak." The grounder growled, a servo holding Starscream's neck as the other grasped a shoulder.
"Please…" Starscream felt like crying as he felt pain pulsating from within him, his spark burning suddenly. "I-I don't feel good."
"Too bad."
"No… I-I feel really queasy."
"Queasy?"
"Nauseous."
Master ceased his thrusting, eyeing the Seeker. "How so?"
Starscream onlined his optics, looking up at the Autobot. "I-I feel like I'm about to purge. A-and it just hurts here." He placed his servos over his abdominal plates. "I just feel really off."
"Did it just start?"
"I've been feeling nauseous for a few orbital cycles, but never this bad and it never lasted too long. And now I've been feeling pain and just… Really tired. And my HUD has been saying I require more metal for self repair."
Master was silent a bit, thinking, debating whether his slave was being honest or not. Finally, he pulled up and got off the berth. "I'll bring you some energon."
With that said, he walked out of the berthroom. Starscream didn't even watch him leave, instead he curled on his side, closing his codpiece as he held his abdominal plates still. He whimpered softly, wishing this pain would just leave. He had felt a lot of pain throughout his miserable life, but this pain just felt… Different.
Master returned and handed him a cube, not even bothering to drink from it first. Starscream slowly sat up and took it, sipping it slowly. The Autobot watched him for a moment before speaking.
"I'm going to work. I'll bring a scanner when I come home and we'll find out what's wrong. You might have a wire or piston that won't repair properly, causing the pain and your HUD telling you you're in self repair mode. Possibly caused from a beating. Or, maybe bad energon."
"Maybe I'm dying from being raped and beaten constantly…" Starscream muttered, not looking up.
"Watch it, Starscream. Just because you don't feel well doesn't mean I won't use a cable on your aft." He jabbed a digit at him.
Starscream swallowed. "Yes, sir. I apologize."
Master didn't speak for some time, silently watching the Seeker drink his energon. Finally, he spoke.
"I'm going, now. Behave."
Starscream listened to him walk out and lock the doors behind him. The energon did help his upset fuel tank, but pain and soreness resided still. He set aside the now empty cube on the nightstand, grabbed his cushion, and lied down cuddling it. His optics offlined and soon recharge embraced his exhausted body.
The ex-Decepticon Second onlined with a start, his wings perking, then slowly lowering when he saw Master standing before him, back from being at work all orbital cycle. Starscream looked away, not wanting to be hurt again.
"Here." Master grunted as he held out a scanner.
Starscream looked up, his wings perking a little when seeing the scanner. Cautiously, he reached out and took it from the massive servo. Master untied him from the berth and stepped back.
"I'm going to get you more energon. Go ahead and scan yourself." He grunted before walking out of the room.
Starscream perked his wings, watching him leave, then turned to the device. He vented a sigh, remembering all the times this had been used on him. Remembering Hook grousing and lecturing the Air Commander about how he was always getting damaged and not doing a very good job of avoiding being beaten by Megatron or shot up in battle.
Thinking about Hook made him remember how he died on top of him. Starscream never thought he would cry for a Constructicon, but with everything going on… He missed Hook. He missed how things used to be. He missed being with the other Decepticons and having his freedom. He missed Hook's lectures, his sarcasm, and his… His friendship. He missed the Constructicons.
The Seeker wiped at the coolant threatening to leak out, and turned on the scanner. He held it out at arm's length, and allowed the glowing ray of the scanner to sweep over his frame. Once it had finished, he looked at the results, his wings perking seeing as it listed out the status of his fuel, energy levels, overall health, and other vital information. He then read the status on the spark, his optics widening, wings lowering, and body suddenly beginning to tremble. He felt his spark dropping. He felt like screaming, he felt terrified, he felt-
He startled when Master entered the room with a glass of energon. "Well?" He asked gruffly as he stopped before the flier. "What's wrong?"
Starscream gazed down at the scanner's results, not sure what to say. But, he wouldn't be able to keep this a secret. Not forever anyway. Eventually, the truth would come out. Literally.
"I'm…" He held up the scanner. "I'm sparked."
Master only eyed the thing, his faceplates an enigma, silent, no emotions. Then, he spoke.
"That's an annoyance."
Starscream pulled the scanner away, pitifully looking up at Master. "I-I'll require sheet metal and extra energon…" He vented a sigh. "Maybe you should tie your nanite wires to ensure they don't accidentally plug back in."
"I never unplugged them."
Starscream's optics widened as he shot them back up at the grounder. "What? You were interfacing me knowing they were live?! That I could get sparked?! W-was this your plan?!"
"Watch your tone." He growled. "I didn't unplug because it feels better when they are plugged in. The overload is more powerful."
"That is slag. Complete slag! Unplugging nanite wires has no change on the pleasure or overload of the interface. That is a myth that has been disproven a million times and heavily studied. The scientific evidence from the multitude of studies conducted during-"
"It feels better when plugged in. I'm not changing anything because some government funded 'scientists' tell me to all for a paycheck."
"The studies are not funded by the government. That's conspiracy theorists trying to justify ignoring basic common sense and scientific and academic research. You have been interfacing me with unsafe interface. Without any form of birth control and this is what happens!" He held up the scanner for emphasize. "If you didn't want to unplug why didn't you get me a grounding or-or a spark neutralizer so that I was protected?"
Master shrugged. "It's no biggie. Just will get an abortion."
"Firstly, abortion isn't to be used as birth control. That's just irresponsible. Secondly, you're not damaging my body to kill my sparkling. Thirdly, this is my sparkling. They are alive and I'm keeping my sparkling even if the sire is a total slagheap."
"Why keep the sparkling of a 'total slagheap?'"
"Because it's not their fault for who you are or what you've done to me." He paused. "I need metal sheets. The protoform requires metal to grow. And I'll need more energon. And you will have to interface me less. For now the protoform can handle the excess heat, but as it develops more overheating could cause permanent brain damage. I also suggest you read more on how to deliver a sparkling and sparkling health, since you have some medical background. It would be of use if you continue denying me access to an actual doctor."
Master didn't speak, his face unreadable, just thinking. He then set down the glass of energon on the nightstand, and spoke. "I think not."
Starscream's optics widened when Master suddenly punched him hard in the abdominal plates. The Seeker reached up, trying to defend himself when more blows were horrifically dealt to his body, but he simply wasn't strong enough. Master was a massive tank, and him a small, fighter jet who was low on fuel, sick, and injured. He had no chance at all.
Master grasped the Seeker's neck and threw him to the floor before kicking him hard in the abdominal plates. Starscream screamed and begged as he was beaten, desperately trying to curl into a ball, trying to protect himself and the little one, but he couldn't.
Master grabbed a metal cable, double it over, and began to rain down the vicious blows, striking the Decepticon over the sides, thighs, faceplates, and wherever else it landed. Starscream was soon leaking from his mouth, olfactory sensor, wings, arms, thighs, abdominal plates, and servos. His body was dented, torn, and soon he resembled more of a pile of scrap than an actual Seeker.
Starscream let himself go, crying as he curled into the corner of the room, trembling from the shock of the attack. Master watched him, his faceplates uncaring, optics narrowed, no remorse for his actions.
He tossed the cable onto the desk before speaking to his slave. "It's dead, now." He said it so casually, in such a sparkless remark.
Starscream could only continue his crying, covering his faceplates, that beating so similar to the millions of beatings he received from Megatron. Sudden, brutal, the worst imaginable pain, and then it all just ceased suddenly. He felt like he was with Megatron again. But this time, he lost something that could of potentially been a blessing.
"Refuel. You'll need it." Master grunted as he turned to leave. "Better not be crying when I frag you later."
And with that said he walked out of the room.
Starscream hugged himself, crying softly to himself, feeling the coolant run down his cheekplates and dripping off his chin. The warm droplets landed on his arm as it stayed wrapped around his abdominal plates, shielding where his creation once had been so safe and alive.
"I'm sorry…" He whispered. "Maybe… It's for the best… Maybe you're better off never having existed than… Than being here." He swallowed, resetting his vocalizer. "That slagheap would make a terrible sire. Thundercracker will sire my next creation. He will be a great sire." He was silent a moment, thinking about his trinemates now. "I hope I can have a creation with him… Please… Be alive. Please… You two better be alive. I-I need you. W-why is this happening?" He renewed his sobs, alone on the cold floor.
Master returned to his regular schedule as if nothing had transpired. He interfaced Starscream that night and recharged with him on the berth. In the morning he chained Starscream to the floor, leaving him there all orbital cycle while he was away. Upon his return, he raped him as usual.
And that how it was. Starscream was raped in the morning, left chained all orbital cycle, raped when Master returned, forced to clean the apartment, had to bathe Master, give him oral, and be a good slave. And he did still received a few beatings and floggings. But, Master was giving him more energon and metal sheets to eat to help with self repairs.
Starscream tried looking for a chance to escape, to kill Master, to get away, but Master was good. He ensured Starscream never got a chance, never could get a hold of any weapons, was never left unchained or unmonitored. And he was quick to beat out any resistance, literally.
Starscream was stuck for the next three decacycles being raped, beaten, chained, ridden, giving fellatio, and obeying this cruel Autobot. And he kept feeling sicker. Weaker, heavier, nauseous, tired, and his abdominal region hurt a lot on the inside. And sometimes his spark would burn. He even vomited a few times, and got helmaches. And he felt even more lonely and depressed. He cried a lot more, and he was also grumpier. He just… Felt off. Not right. And it was more than just being beaten and raped that was doing it. But he didn't know what. Not until now, at least.
Starscream bit down on the bit, angrily looking ahead as he leaned over the desk, whimpering and moaning softly with each hard thrust into his body. Master had his palms resting on the desk on either side of his Seeker, leaning over so his torso was pressed against Starscream's backplates, his humping fierce and brutal, enjoying his slave. Starscream propped himself up by the elbows, watching the skies outside the window, wincing when Master bit down on his neck and tugged harshly.
"Tell me, Master," Starscream suddenly spoke up, his servos grasping at the desktop. "What will your precious Prime do when he finds out?"
"Hmm?"
"What will Optimus Prime do when he finds out you have a Decepticon prisoner as your personal frag toy? Think he'll pat you on, hah, on the helm and let you continue, oh… Continue on your merry way? Or, will he-hah! Will he beat the slag out of you? Hmm? I am curious."
Master didn't answer immediately. "Prime won't find out."
"You say that now, but you can only hide me for so long. Oh… Hah… What if I escape and run into one of his loyalists? What if you accidentally say the wrong thing? What if- oh, what if you leave evidence of my existence? What if you're investigated?"
Master gave Starscream a particularly hard thrust. "Optimus won't ever find out. You're a secret and will stay so. No one comes to this level, or really this building, unless I invite them. And only friends are invited. They would never squeal."
"I've learned long ago, argh… to never trust 'friends.'"
"You're a Decepticon."
"And you're an Autobot that is keeping secrets from your god."
"He's not my god."
"You Autobots certainly worship him like one…"
"I could say the same of how some Decepticons worship Megatron as a god."
"Touché."
"The other Autobots will never find out about you. You are forever mine."
"We shall see."
Master continued with his thrusting, grunting loudly as he greatly enjoyed his Seeker's valve. Starscream moaned, whimpered, and stayed submissive, unable to do anything else but that.
Master continued for a couple of kliks more before he finally overloaded. He growled as he filled Starscream with his transfluid, clutching the Seeker's sides. Starscream whimpered, but didn't otherwise react. He panted, waiting for Master to finish up and release him. Master pulled out after he had cooled off some, giving the reins a tug. Starscream stood up, turning around to face Master. He didn't close his codpiece, not sure if Master wanted anymore use out of him. Master eyed him, studying that curvaceous body, that perfectly thin waist, and those wide hips for grasping onto when fragging the slag out of that flier. Such a beautiful frag toy he was.
"Come here." Master yanked the reins, pulling the Decepticon over.
He embraced the Seeker, those large servos groping and feeling over Starscream's body, squeezing and savoring. They grasped onto Starscream's chestplates, squeezing, then lowering to his aft and holding tightly, giving a few firm smacks to that pert aft. He bit on Starscream's neck and shoulder, his servos rough, demanding, needy, and having complete control over Starscream's frame.
Starscream whimpered, unable to defend himself from these unwanted hands assaulting his body. He could only submit and allow this violation of his person, for all his intimacy and personal space to be invaded, thrown away, and disregarded. His body no longer belonged to him.
Starscream was pressed against Master's torso, his cheekplates forced to rest on that broad chassis as his servos rested on Master's waist. He didn't look down, not wanting to see the invasive servos molesting him. He felt it, and that was far too much for him.
As Master's digits were poking and pinching his valve and aft, the former Air Commander suddenly felt nauseous. More so than he did usually. He felt extremely sick, the urge to purge his fuel tank rapidly growing.
He shoved at Master, but the Autobot kept him there, having too much fun.
"Master, please…" Starscream said weakly, being held so tightly. "I-I feel sick. Please, I think I'm going to vomit."
Master scowled, his optics rolling. "Why do you always feel sick?" He demanded, shoving the Seeker back.
Starscream stumbled backwards, but managed not to fall. His wings drooped, not daring to look up at the angry grounder. Master glared at him for several hard astroseconds before stomping over to the cabinets. He grabbed the scanner and returned to his slave.
"Here. Tell me what your ailment is and I'll get you better." He said it not out of concern for the Seeker, but merely wanting a healthy slave to own.
Starscream gingerly accepted the scanner, and turned it on. He held it out at arm's length and allowed the bright ray to scan over his frame. Once finished, he read the results. His optics widened, his spark dropped inside of him. Part of him was excited, but the other part horrified and scared.
"Well?" Master barked, his fists resting on his hips.
Starscream pitifully looked up at him, then back at the scanner. "I'm three decacycles along with a sparkling. You never killed him. H-he's still growing inside me."
Master's faceplates didn't change, he didn't react for an increasingly uncomfortable half klik. Finally, he spat out his remark.
"This is inconvenient."
"I'll take care of him. You won't have to do anything."
Master didn't speak. He glared at the Seeker for a few tense moments more before grasping Starscream's arm, turning him around, and penetrating him once more. Starscream felt coolant pooling in his optics as Master wrapped his arms around his thin body and raped him once more. The Alpha Seeker read the scanner results again, studying them.
His sparkling was healthy, alive, and a strong spark growing beside his. A beautiful, little sparkling was in him. His sparkling.
He faintly smiled. Maybe… Maybe this would be a good thing. Maybe Master will calm down some if there was a sparkling around. Maybe Master will take him to a doctor and he could get help and escape. Maybe… Just maybe… Something good was going to come out of this.
He could only hope.
Master had been quiet all last night and the next morning. He interfaced Starscream as usual and left him tied to the berth, but this time gave him extra energon and a larger sheet of metal to chew on.
Starscream thought maybe Master was going to consider the sparkling as a good thing, and maybe a sparkling could soften up Master. But when Master came home early from whatever work he did, Starscream knew something very wrong was up.
"Come here." Master growled, tugging the chain hard.
Starscream grabbed at the collar as he followed Master into the washroom. Master locked the door behind them, then set down several buckets, paint sprayers, and cloths. Starscream swallowed, his servos instinctively going to his abdominal plates, protecting the sparkling.
"Sit down." Master gestured to a stool he had put there a few kliks before.
Starscream obeyed, sitting down, his wings drooping. Master grabbed one of the buckets, opened it, and dipped a cloth inside. The gooey, almost clear liquid soaked into the cloth before Master removed it. He then began to scrub that cloth onto Starscream's frame harshly and quickly.
Starscream felt coolant pooling in his optics, realizing what it was. It was removing his paint, all that was left of it. His silver outer plating and protoform was beginning to appear, and despite never wearing clothing, he felt… naked. He felt so exposed. And it hurt more for this was the color scheme of his carrier.
He was too scared to speak up, forced to hold the bucket for Master as the grounder scrubbed the paint away. The paint that Thundercracker had always painted on him. It took a little over a joor, but Master removed all his paint, his individuality, off him. He started to scrub hard on the flier's faceplates, but that wouldn't remove.
Master took the paint remover bucket and set it and the now filthy cloth aside. He grabbed another bucket, dumped its contents into a paint sprayer, and returned to the Seeker.
"Don't move." He growled.
Starscream felt coolant leaking down his cheekplates as a bright, lime green color was painted onto his body. Master coated his arms, legs, and some of his wings in this color. Next, Master painted a darker puce on Starscream thighs, upper arms, and torso. His wings had a puce stripe and a lime green stripe. But, Master wasn't done. He then took a dark, reddish orange and painted Starscream's visible protoform, the rest of his wings, other missed spots, and all of Starscream's faceplates that color.
The once proud Seeker looked absolutely awful now. More coolant leaked from his optics when seeing himself in the mirror.
"There." Master grunted. "No one will ever know."
Starscream's wrists were manacled together before Master opened the door to the apartment and led him out by the chain. Starscream remained silent, following the Autobot, who had made it known he had a whip, metal cable, and pistol in his subspace for dealing with the Seeker should he act up.
The rest of the apartment building was mostly in ruins. Some rooms were being restored on lower floors, but no one seemed to ever visit the upper level where Master resided.
Starscream was led out of the apartment building and onto the empty streets. The sun was setting, and the neutrals were either going home or off for not always legal activity. This meant no one was around to see Starscream, or at least no one who was aware about a missing Seeker.
Starscream stayed close to Master, not having much of a choice for how taunt and short Master kept the chain, but his optics wandered. His wings perked high, a trot to his step, excited to finally be out of that apartment despite being scared where they might be going. He kept looking around, trying to figure out where they were, how the outside world was faring, trying to see if he saw anyone he knew. Even one Decepticon. Even if it was someone he hated… So long as he saw one face that was familiar.
But no one was. No Decepticons, not even Autobots. Just Empties.
He wasn't sure how far they walked, but Master took him for a long one sticking to the shadows and alleys, ensuring as few people saw them as possible. Finally, they arrived at a large building, entering it from the back. Starscream lowered his wings, feeling a sudden sense of fear and sadness. This place just didn't feel right to him.
He wanted to leave. He was scared.
He bit his lip plate, grabbing Master's wrist, staying close to him, and making sure he wouldn't walk into a wall as he concentrated on looking around and trying to figure out these new surroundings.
Master walked him through an empty waiting room, the Seeker's wings perking. Was he seeing a doctor? Was he getting a checkup? Was this so that he could have a healthy sparkling? Was Master going to finally start to treat him better? Was good things about to happen?!
Starscream's wings perked, hoping that good things were coming. Maybe he'll get medicine? Maybe he'll get his joints fixed for they were somewhat stiff. Maybe he'll get a full body checkup like Hook would always give him and he'll be properly repaired?! His wings fluttered at that thought, and he eagerly looked ahead, excited for some new firewalls, clean energon, and medicine.
Master opened the door to the back and pulled the Seeker along, passing exam rooms with medical equipment inside. Starscream was getting excited, his engine even daring to purr.
Master stopped at one exam room in the back which still had all the lights on inside. He pulled the Seeker in with him as he entered, the two standing before another grounder who was checking over a datapad. This grounder was a medical frame, an ambulance. An actual doctor. But, he didn't look like a friendly doctor. There was a scowl on his faceplates, and he was quite thin. Not like most ambulance builts that were thicker… That's when Starscream realized he wasn't a proper ambulance. He must have had replacement parts from an ambulance built, but his true form was of a speedster, making him thin and wing-like attachments protruding from his backplates. It actually made him more intimidating. And his coloration wasn't the usual white and red of most doctors, but darker blues, a deep red, and grey.
Starscream did not like this doctor. Hook may not have been a proper medical built, but he didn't have the bad vibes, the intimidation that this doctor had. His wings lowered, knowing something wasn't right.
"This him?" The new mech inquired, eyeing the flier.
"It is." Master grunted.
"Decepticon, lie on the medberth." The doctor gestured to it.
Starscream's wings drooped, taking a step back. Master shoved him forward, his engine growling, warning the Seeker. Starscream looked back up at him, pitifully begging with his optics to not make him go. But Master glared dangerously at him, a silent threat that a horrible beating awaited him if he disobeyed.
Starscream turned away, wings still so low, and obeyed. He approached the medberth and lied on it, feeling so exposed, feeling like something awful was about to happen.
"Three decacycles along, correct?" The doctor asked as he adjusted a device, then pulled a monitor over.
"Correct." Master grunted.
Starscream's wings perked a little when his servos were moved aside and a device placed over his abdominal plates. Then, the monitor changed and he saw it. A black and white image appeared, a small face showing, with little arms and legs curled against a tiny body, and the smallest of wing stubs protruding from the back.
Starscream's optics widened, sitting up, his wings perking, seeing his sparkling. Then, he smiled. Genuinely, happily, excitedly smiled, his wings fluttering rapidly. His little sparkling, there on the screen, for him to see. Healthy, alive, and growing. His little Seekerlet.
"Mech or femme?" He blurted out, too enthusiastic to think about Master's anger.
The doctor eyed the Seeker before speaking. "Too early to tell. It's not developed enough between the legs."
"Well, what is it looking like so far?"
The doctor moved his scanner and studied the monitor. "Appears it might be developing into a mech."
"A mechling?" Starscream couldn't look away from the screen, his smile broadening. "Could you take a picture?"
The doctor looked back at Master, who shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. If it shuts him up."
The doctor grabbed a dataslug, plugged it into the monitor, then took several images of the sparkling from a few angles. He removed the dataslug and handed it to Starscream, who quickly subspaced it, not wanting Master to take it. But, Master didn't seem to care.
"How long will it take?" Master suddenly demanded.
"Not long." The doctor replied casually as he removed the ultrasound equipment. "At this stage of development it's easier to do due to the smaller size." He then placed the stirrups of the medberth up and put Starscream's legs on them, keeping them up and out of the way.
Starscream gave a puzzled look. "What are you doing?"
"He's taking care of the parasite." Master grunted, suddenly grabbing Starscream's wrists and pinning them to the berth above the Seeker's helm.
Starscream's optics widened, looking down to see that the doctor was strapping his ankles to the stirrups now. "What the hell are you doing!?" He shrieked, struggling now, trying to get free.
"Behave." Master growled.
The doctor pried open Starscream's codpiece, then grabbed the long pliers. Starscream's optics widened and greatly brightened.
"NO! Please, don't." The Seeker pitifully looked up at Master. "Don't do this."
Master only offered him a small, dry smirk.
"Don't kill him!" Starscream struggled, trying to get away, but the two grounders didn't listen.
He screamed when the pliers entered his valve and travelled up to his gestation tank. He felt it inside of him, felt it moving, felt all the pain, then felt it pulling out. It came out, clasped shut over a little, tiny leg, which had energon dripping from where it had been ripped off the sparkling's body.
Starscream's optics were wide with horror, shocked at the sight, but soon he was screaming, struggling more, and trying to attack, to fight, to do something to defend his sparkling. But he couldn't fight them. He was tied down, Master was stronger than him, and he was weak.
The pliers went in again, and out they came with a severed arm. Starscream started to cry, coolant pouring down the sides of his cheekplates. The pliers went in, and out came another leg. In, and out came an arm and some shoulder. In, and out came half a torso. In, then out came a wing and more body. In… And out came a tiny, crushed sparkling helm. All of the Seekerlet was placed on a bowl until the abortion was complete.
He was bawling, seeing his now dead Seekerlet on that dish beside him, crushed, covered in energon and gestation tank fluid, wires still attached to the little, frail body. The optics blankly staring into space, the gift of life stolen from them.
Starscream cried harder as he felt his spark burn for a moment, then no more, knowing that the sparkling's spark, the tiny, innocent life of another Seeker, was now diminished. Gone forever. Never given a chance to explore, create, and live outside of their carrier. All because his sire didn't want him.
"And in the trash it goes!" The doctor dumped the sparkling's mutilated body into the disposal unit. "He'll be sore for a while, and his programming will be off for a while as it adjusts from the shock and reprogramming not having a parasite any longer."
"So long as I can frag him and he can work, I don't care." Master grunted, no empathy, nothing for the atrocity that just transpired.
"Let him rest for a few orbital cycles. Now, my payment." The doctor smiled as he held out his servo.
Master unsubspaced a bag of Shanix and tossed it to him, which he promptly snatched. "Remember, you never saw this Seeker."
"Not at all." The doctor's sparkless smile grew as he looked into the bag.
Master glared down at his slave, then released him. Starscream bolted up, and punched at Master, almost falling off the medberth. He hissed, snarling, engine growling, wings flaring, and optics filled with only murderous intent. The Autobot only smugly smirked.
"Feisty, aren't you? Weren't just a klik ago during the abortion."
"I hate you." Starscream growled venomously through his clenched denta.
"I'm sure you do." Master untied the Seeker from the medberth, than yanked the chain so hard that Starscream was pulled off the berth. Starscream fell to the floor, yelping and grasping at the collar. "Get up." Master growled.
Starscream slowly did so, pausing to look back at the disposal unit where his sparkling's body was. He then turned to Master, his wings lowering. "Can I please bury him?"
"No." Master grunted, stomping out of the room, pulling the chain hard.
"Please! Master, PLEASE!" Starscream begged, but he was dragged along and out of the room. "PLEASE!" He reached back, trying to get to the disposal unit, but Master was too strong.
He cried. He cried the whole way back to the apartment. Master only yanked the chain and slapped him to shut up. No remorse, no sadness, nothing from the grounder. And when they returned, he shoved the Seeker onto the berth and took him, fragging him hard, and not bothering to unplug his nanite wires.
Starscream cried. He bawled, he screamed, he trembled, he felt horrible. And all his crying earned him a flogging and being beaten with a metal cable. And he was then raped again and again after that.
He cried into his servos from the pain and the murder of his sparkling as Master lied down in berth next to him. The grounder wrapped his arms around his slave, and without any conscious tugging at his spark, no remorse, no guilt, he fell into recharge, pleased to have had a nice frag in.
Starscream thought about his little dead Seekerlet, of how much he wanted to be a creator, of how… Something positive could of come out of all of this horror. But, no… His sparkling was gone.
No sparkling, no trinemates, no Seekers, no Decepticons, no freedom, no friends, no love, no dignity, no hope… Nothing. Nothing but pain, despair, depression, rape, and suffering.
Why? Why him? Why did this have to happen to him?
The Alpha Seeker, once the one in control, cried himself to recharge, exhausted from having his body used by those who never cared.
Another chapter done.
Remember: Abortion is NEVER the answer. Abortion simply is exploitation of the female reproductive system. 99% of all abortions are from CONSENSUAL sex that wouldn't have ended in pregnancy if the participants had used birth control. Birth control which is 99% effective, and 100% effective if you tie your tubes, get a vasectomy, or sterilize. And BOTH parties need to use birth control. It's not just the woman's job!
Abortion also is very dangerous and harmful to women, not just by exploiting them for money, but also it harms the body and even kills women. Yes, the "oh so precious" "safe" abortion has caused the death and permanent harm to many women.
And the act of abortion not only is killing a baby, but how it's done is immensely cruel. The method I used in this chapter is one of the most common. They literally tear the baby out piece by piece. And remember: Babies as young as 18 weeks can live outside the womb.
See my Educational Journal I wrote about abortion on my deviantART. Ga-Maleven on deviantART to learn more, see links from former abortion doctors, survivors of abortions, those who suffered from it, and the science of why babies are alive even when in early development inside their mother.
And remember also: Just because the mother may have been raped, the baby had nothing to do with it. And this is why the majority of rape victims who do get pregnant keep their babies. Because they know not to punish the innocent for the crimes of another.
Many abortion doctors laugh about killing babies because they are sociopaths just as those who kill non-human animals for meat when there's no need due to humans being herbivores. And many fathers are left mourning over their children being killed all because the mother is allowed to murder despite a loving father wanting their child. If you have an accident and don't want them, set them up for adoption or give to the father if he's capable. But NEVER resort to murder!
Star won't kill his baby all because the sire is an asshole.
Moving on.
It's canon that Transformers have lubricants for their mouths. We see this several times in the IDW comics. The purpose is very likely the purpose of them having lubricant in other parts of their bodies. For the pistons, hydraulics, and other parts to not get rusty, move fluently, and helping keep things clean by washing away dirt, buildup, etc. Otherwise, it seems to serve no other purpose.
Remember that bits are abusive and hurt horses. They don't actually train, just like shock collars, prong collars, and choke collars don't train dogs. They just cause pain. And bits have cut off horses' tongues, torn lips apart, ad cause other agonizing pain and wounds. And due to the pain and stress they cause, hoses salivate excessively from it. This is why horses have white foam around their mouths from it, and when forced to wear them for a long time and when they are used forcibly, horses are covered in so much saliva foam even their chests and necks are coated. This is often seen in horse shows which are immensely abusive. They force horses to burn with gasoline so they walk in a stupid manner... See my Educational Journal on animal entertainment, horse racing, etc. for more on that.
Sadly, many people don't use birth control because they thing it will "lessen" the pleasure of sex. Condoms are especially not used because people complain about the feeling. Hence, why people get so many unwanted pregnancies, and then they go and kill the baby...
USE BIRTH CONTROL! NO EXCUSES! Seriously!
Sadly, many people will also deny studies and science because they claim they are "government funded." So many carnists refuse to listen to Harvard, Yale, Cambridge, World Health Organization, and many other top research facilities because of this myth. All because the morons want to pretend to be omnivores and destroying the planet when we're herbivores and animal agriculture is the leading cause of deforestation, human starvation, climate change, and species extinction. Yes, I also have a journal on this you should read.
In the IDW comics Primes are basically gods and many worship Optimus Prime kinda like he's a god. Basically, it;s like with ancient Egyptian mythology where the Pharaoh was a god on earth. And then you have Decepticons, like Tarn, who legit worship Megatron like a god. Even pray to him...
And... I have come to an ultimatum:
If my parents don't give me my cat, Star, back by the end of 2018... I have no reason to bother staying around. I will commit suicide if I don't get my last daughter before the year ends. I have told my parents this. I've had it. I can't take it anymore. I can't keep living like this.
I've told them this and I have also Emailed other family members this. I'm done. I lost my other two daughters from their abuse, I can't continue being away from Star any longer.
I'm no longer being silent, I am no longer holding back. I have nothing else to live for. So, I'm going all out.
I need people to tell them to give me back MY cat, Star. And that I'm serious about suicide (I've been suicidal for years, only holding back for Star. After losing Maggie... This is it), and you don't want to lose me. And how selfish and cruel they are for keeping a cat they don't even like and hit away from me all to hurt me simply because I'm gay, I draw dragons, and I refuse to be cruel and abusive like them. Get as many people as you can to spam them with Emails telling them to give me Star back. Never stop. Keep the pressure on them.
I am also going to Email all their friends, coworkers, and other family members and tell them my ultimatum and to put the pressure on. I'm done trying to be nice, trying to reason, trying to let others speak for me. Now, it's time to attack, go all out, and save my Star. Because I literally have nothing left for me but her.
I thank you for your help if you contact them for me. And apologize for the insanity and bullshit they may say to you if they do reply. Your head will hurt from it... It's like Trump, only angrier and about me and my cat and their pride.
Please, help me. I need to save her. That's all I have left in this world. And my only chance of ever healing.