**Matter of Pride part 7**

"For an aft ugly slagger, you're starting to look presentable," Blackout noted dryly as he strode into the cruiser's quarters.

Barricade bared 'his' jagged dental plates in a horrific facsimile of a true smile. "Look who's talking," he burned back. He sat between Sunstreaker's spread legs, the yellow mech furiously working to buff out the scratches that the cruiser had incurred on his backside during the latest argument with Breakdown. Narrowing his red optics, Barricade glanced over his shoulder plate. "You'd better make it fast Pet – or…" He curled his digits into a tight fist, the threat obvious to all.

Sunstreaker ground his dental plates together in silent protest. But he didn't dare push Barricade's buttons right now with the larger Decepticon in the room. Yeah, he could probably take them both on, and maybe even make it out of the room still functioning – but he wasn't arrogant enough to think that he'd make it through the entire Decepticon base still functioning. No, he had to bide his time. Keep the cruiser thinking that he was broken and defeated. But not too much…. "Hit the prick first next time, then I won't have to do this again – master."

Blackout cocked his head, giving the cruiser an amused look with his arched optic ridges. "You left him with his spark intact? Unusual for you 'Cade," he noted.

Turning his optics back onto the chopper, 'Cade gave a dismissive shrug. "I'm getting tired of watching my tail pipes on those solo missions. You're not much help."

A deep chuckle full of sarcasm filled the room. "And you actually think HE will switch factions?" Striding up to the cruiser, he reached over him. The tips of his digits stroking the Autobot gladiator's face plate… It would be very interesting if the cruiser did manage to be successful in this task. Very interesting indeed. He studied Sunstreaker's expression as he stroked his lip components, looking for any hint of avoidance. There was none! In fact, the mech opened his mouth and boldly sucked on his digits, his optics carried an inviting gleam.

Sunstreaker smirked evilly inside as he intentionally fooled Blackout. Yeah, he'd do what it took to convince the stupid flyer that he was 'willing' to switch loyalties. But after he got away from this hell hole – this mech would be the FIRST one he'd turn into a smoldering piece of slag! As he sucked on those digits, his meta was envisioning the chopper's final gasps… They were sweet … So sweet…

Almost wishing that she could congratulate the conniving Autobot on a deception perfectly done, Barricade merely smirked in approval as she watched the shocked expression fade to one of desire on Blackout's face plate. "I'd say he'd almost there – would you not agree?"

Pulling his digits away, Blackout's grin widened, his optics gleamed in lust. "Let him truly prove it, shall we?" he said in a low tone. He reached past Cade again, his intention very clear to all.

With a shrill screech of hydraulics suddenly forced onto full pressure, Barricade stood up in a blur. Both hands catching the larger mech under his raised arms, the smaller mech used her momentum and angle to throw him back. He hit the stone wall with a heavy thud and not just a few muttered curses.

Before Blackout could whip his rotors off his back, he was faced with the barrel of Barricade's weapon pressing against the panel which concealed his very spark! Knowing that the easily angered cruiser wouldn't think twice about off lining him, he slowly slid his hand from his blades and held both hands up in submission. "You protect him?" he asked in a slightly accusatory tone.

Barricade laughed, twirling his weapon as he stood up, and then offered his hand. "Just wanted to remind you that he was given to me, and I do not like to share."

The chopper studied him intently as he stood. The cruiser had always been strangely fanatical about no mechs touching his 'pets'. Granted, all previous pets had been sparkless and dead – so no other mechs WANTED to touch them. But Blackout wasn't about to give up on getting another piece of this still-sparked one. "WE always share. Or do you not desire air support when you radio for it?" He leaned down, his face plate almost touching Barricade's. "Hmmm, ground mechs…"

Sunstreaker'd been watching the interaction with much amusement. It seemed that even Decepticon 'friends' were very violent towards each other. Geese, really did suck to be one of them – didn't it? Though he was very glad that 'Cade was so vehement about not

'sharing' him… He also knew he'd better convince some of the other dumb-afts that he was meta-washed and desperate to join them as one of them. "Like WE need a stupid flyer's help," he snorted.

Turning his optics to the smirking Autobot captive, Blackout roughly shoved Barricade out of the way and strode up to him. "I've saved his tail pipes on too many occasions to lock in my memory files!" he shot back.

The yellow mech glanced from the chopper to the cruiser. The expression of Barricade's face plate told him that this was true. Turning his optics back to the chopper, Sunstreaker gave a sarcastic snicker. "Why bother yourself? I thought the Decepticon motto was 'only the strong survive'?"

"We have an agreement." Blackout glanced back at the cruiser, his optics narrowing. "Or at least – we did."

Leaning back against the wall and bending one of his knees just so, Sunstreaker crossed his arms and leveled his optics at them both. "And that agreement was?" he prodded. He very well could guess what that agreement had been, it was easy to see. As ugly as both fraggers were…

"He shared his pets with only me – until he relieved them of their sparks," Blackout stated. His optics roved over the golden one's chassis as he spoke. A pet still with his spark – and a good looking one at that… He would sure like another taste or two of him…

Sunstreaker easily spied the lust in those red optics. A lust that would so thoroughly blind the rust bucket to the Autobot's true intentions! Oh, he was so going to work this mech… "Soooo," he started slowly, as if he was trying to piece the puzzle together, "if I convince my master to share me with you – then you'll come to our aid anytime we radio?"

"Affirmative." Blackout's plug began to throb with need as those blue optics seemed to fill with desire for him. He'd never really had a willing mech before. True, Barricade had made a multitude of lewd suggestions – but Blackout would never lower himself to actually slag the necrophiliac. So he'd just had the 'pets' on occasion.

Part of her liked where this was headed – the other part knew she'd better act the part of an overly jealous master. Barricade strolled up to the golden one and slapped him across his face plate. "Your spark is MINE! There is no convincing ME to share. I AM YOUR MASTER!" she bellowed in her mech voice.

Wiping the dribble of energon from his chin, Sunstreaker slowly sat back up. He glanced from the eager chopper to his jealous 'master'. "But master? Can't I just blow him?" he turned his optics to Blackout. "That'll be enough to guarantee your assistance – right?"

Blackout looked from the eager slave to the jealous cruiser. It wasn't exactly what he'd been after, but a little attention down there was better than none. And by the look on Barricade's face plate – he'd be lucky if the cruiser would even agree to that. "Affirmative."

'Cade fumed for a bit longer. Forcing them both to try and convince her to allow her 'pet' to share his lips. Finally, she relented and allowed Sunstreaker to perform in this manner. She watched him silently as he sucked and moaned under the chopper's eager digits. She saw the truth in those blue optics. Those sadistic orbs were planning the chopper's demise even as he gave the mech pleasure. Oh, Sunstreaker was truly a mech above all mechs! He was conniving, sadistic, and manipulative… Everything she'd ever wanted in a sire for her future offspring….

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"You enjoyed him," Barricade hissed after the door closed.

Sunstreaker simply shrugged and rolled onto his side, giving the mech a smile which would melt most sparks. "Not really master – think he noticed?" he replied with a conniving wink.

'Cade ran her hand along his armor as they lay there facing each other. "You use lust as a means to an end Pet. Perhaps I should be more wary of you," he mused. Tapping his chest panel, he smirked as Sunstreaker opened it without hesitation… The blue spark now exposed, swirling in a tight ball within the clear spark chamber.

"You have my spark master. You saved me. I am forever indebted to you now," Sunstreaker lied in the most convincing of tones. Sliding his hand, he curled his digits around Barricade's and directed him to touch his spark chamber. This is what the lonely mech desired. He'd seen it too many times in those fiery orbs as 'Cade stroked his sparkchamber for shifts on end. But this time he was offering a whole spark to the mech. This time the mech would take him…. Become his!

The cruiser ripped her hand from his grip, red optics narrowing. "You LIE! I saw your emotions while Blackout and I discussed the new Autobot arrivals!" she accused.

Frantically, Sun searched his processor for the right words. He couldn't deny his surprise when he'd heard that the femme trine had been spotted. Couldn't deny his thoughts of desire as he thought about one particular one…. But Barricade was a mech too – he'd understand it on those lines. "We all desire femmes," he whispered, "You, me – all of us do." He reached over and grabbed the mech's hand. "I just want a piece of one when we catch her – master." That's what con's did – right? They just captured and raped femmes. Made sense that Barricade might think on those lines..

Barricade studied him. "You would willingly thrust your spark into a weak femme who needs others to protect her?" he snorted in contempt.

Sun snickered, "They're the only ones left – why not, master? A femme's a femme." Bringing the cruiser's hand to his mouth, he nipped him playfully. The con liked a little twinge of pain with his pleasure…

Smacking him away, 'Cade grabbed his audio receptor and twisted it painfully. "You are weak – to want a weak femme!" she snarled in her mech voice.

Cringing from the pain, Sun boldly met the mech's optics. Barricade was always spouting off about strength and not needing others for protection as the signs of a truly strong mech. It did make a little sense that he'd look down on a slender, pretty femme. They WERE weaker in some aspects. "If there were stronger femmes, I'd prefer them – but there aren't. So let's just catch what there is – and slag them!" He made his optics fill with a sadistic lust, hoping that it would convince the mech he was really serious about it.

Squeezing her digits tighter, 'Cade smirked as he cringed but didn't cry out. He was strong… Very strong… "So, if a femme beat you in the gladiatorial arena – you would choose her above a more attractive femme?" he growled.

"Yeah, if one could actually match me," he paused, meeting Barricade's red orbs, "I'd take her over a pretty-yet-weaker femme." That was what the mech wanted to hear, he could tell. So regardless of if he'd meant it – he said it.

"We think alike," 'Cade rumbled. His digits relaxed as his engine revved. His hand slipped down to Sun's exposed spark.

"Primus brought us together Master. We are one-and-the-same," Sun purred. Shifting a little, he activated his plug. Barricade had gotten into watching him self interface while he stroked his spark. Now that he was whole again… Just maybe his time had finally come…

In a blur, the cruiser wrapped his arms around him and rolled. Sunstreaker blinked as he found himself on his back, the tip of his transfer touching the entrance of the mech who now straddled him. Barricade bent down and took his lips in a rough, yet passionate kiss. Then he lifted up slightly, his optics burning into Sunstreaker's. "If we do this, you swear an oath of loyalty to me!" he snarled.

Sunstreaker smiled, sure he'd 'swear loyalty' to Barricade. That wouldn't mean he was loyal to the Decepticons in any way, shape or form. He was simply loyal to the idea of bringing this mech into the Autobot fold. And he knew just how to accomplish that… "From a mech to a mech – I give you my oath," his voice lowered, "If you give me yours in return."

Barricade smirked, her chassis aching to take him now. The way Sunstreaker had put it, would've been a double edged sword for a Decepticon mech to take. Fortunately, she wasn't a Decepticon mech. Sunstreaker would soon find out that the double edge sword was facing him in both directions. "We ignore factions then. You are mine!" she whispered in a passionate tone.

The gladiator smiled as the cruiser took his lips. Barricade had no idea what spark bonding was like. Had no clue that in fact, he would be Sun's to control – not the other way around. His hands danced along the cruiser's chassis while their glossas intertwined. The heat radiating off of them in waves of steam… The tingling of anticipation intermixed with the fiery sensations of the tip of his shaft… He trembled and moaned in the mech's mouth… His spark energy field swelling in the excitement of soon dominating the Decepticon's….

Teasing her spark into a fury of energy, Barricade resisted slamming down on the shaft for as long as she could… But finally, she could no longer resist the temptation so teasingly close… Clamping a hand solidly over his lips lest he yell out her secret in shock, she slammed her hip servos down hard. Her receiver burning as the ache of want was suddenly replaced with the sensation of being stretched past expectation.

Sunstreaker's optics flew wide open as his spark met hers. The deception now bared of its most sacred curtain as his blue spark merged with the warm fire that could only be femme. He would've yelled out in shock… Yelled out her secret for any listening audio to hear if not for the hand so firmly planted over his jaw….

Locked together… Sparks joining into one in a fury of swirling colors and energy vortexes…. The pair's optics rolled into their heads and they went silent in overload…

His optics slowly lit… His chassis tingling with an afterglow of intensity he had not experienced since the femme extermination… Sunstreaker still felt the hand clamped over his lip components. His optics cleared of the overload induced fog and he focused on the demon red orbs of a mech that he now knew beyond doubt – was a hidden femme.

"I am a mech, Pet. A full mech – do you understand me?" she growled in that deep masculine voice. Her optics searched his with a harsh intensity.

He nodded his agreement. It was obvious that to be a femme in the Decepticon ranks meant a certain death in the most horrifying of fashions. Now, all the pieces seemed to come together. The puzzle finally formed… Barricade had chosen this ghastly appearance, and then made herself 'untouchable' by even a con by strategically developing the disgusting persona of a necrophiliac. She made every mech uncomfortable by being lewd and crude, making them believe whole-sparkedly that 'he' was so pitiful that only the dead – or a helpless slave - would slag him…

It was all a front. A brilliantly thought out and executed front! A femme surviving the extermination – right under the very olfactory sensor of the tyrant who had ordered it! A hidden femme considered to be one of that lord's most loyal of subjects. His opinion of Barricade-the-mech's potential value to the Autobots had been reasonably high – but his opinion of Barricade-the-femme's potential was leap cycles above and beyond that! Her cunning was far beyond what any mech could even fathom! She'd be simply amazing to have as a partner in battle. "You're brilliant… master," he whispered as she removed her hand.

Barricade studied him with an intensity that would've made a lesser mech flinch. Bending down, she nipped his audio panel. "Master? One cycle you shall openly refer to me as 'partner'," she whispered so softly that even he could barely make out her words.

"Are we free to talk openly, master?" he whispered.

"Negative," she replied. Her hands began to wander along his frame again, as if she wasn't satiated yet.

So, they were most likely being watched then. Sunstreaker frowned as he realized that everything he wanted to say and ask – would have to wait until they were away from the base. He ran his digits along her frame, imagining just what Ratchet could do with some good modifications… One cycle, she might actually be called 'beautiful' if Sunstreaker had his way. She would not only be beautiful – she would be stronger than any other femme. Strength she had developed through all these eons fighting as a lone 'mech'.

Yes, she was a little over-the-top.. A little sadistic… A little hard-on-the-optics… But as long as she was Sun's – that last little problem would be fixed as soon as he could hold her down for Ratchet. She was his now, was she not? The golden mech smirked as he thought about what Optimus or Ironhide would say when they found out that HE had caught a rare femme. A femme that didn't flinch away from true mating like Autobot femmes used to do – and probably still did.

He frowned as that last thought crossed his meta. They had truly mated! There was a good possibility a new spark was growing within her. A sparkling that was his! There was no way she could hide the birth here. They would have to find a way to escape together. Find a way to get to Ratchet before that time came… How could he ask her about these plans – without blowing her cover?

"Um master?" he asked as he trembled under her digit-tips.

"Yes Pet?" her optics met his, warning him silently not to say or do anything that might be looked upon with suspicion.

Sunstreaker looked down, acting as if he was ashamed for his actions. "I gave you my spark…. I… I can't go back," he sobbed, making sure his words were very clear – for those that were listening.

Barricade nodded, a knowing look in her optics. Sitting up, she helped him to sit up as well. "You are my spark mate now, Pet. You shall follow me without question?" her query sounded more like a statement.

He nodded his consent. "But… But when you leave on missions… They'll…" he glanced at the closed door, "They'll come and rape me again." His voice turned to almost a distraught tone.

She chuckled in her deep mech voice and stood. "You fear being taken by them?" she taunted, but her optics gleamed, telling him that he was doing well in the act.

He noticed her slight nod towards the ceiling. Out of the corner of his optics, he could see a tiny hole. They WERE being watched! He HAD to make this look good. Give Megatron some kind of reason to partner him with Barricade. Scooting off the berth, he fell to his knee plates and wrapped his arms around her knee plates. "Please master, don't leave me here alone! I'll do anything you order – ANYTHING!" he shrieked.

Barricade patted his helm in an approving fashion. "You will become a Decepticon for me? Accompany me on missions in the wilds of this planet?" she prodded.

He looked up at her, his face plate in plain view of the camera he now knew was watching. She mouthed for him to agree, her face plate hidden from their view. But her optics told him a different story. They promised the exact opposite when he accompanied her on a mission. They promised to leave the Decepticons forever – for HIM. "Yes, m-master… Anything to stay with you!" he replied in a tone he hoped sounded fully believable…

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Sunstreaker allowed Barricade to force him to bend over the berth. He now had all his armor back on. Well, minus one codpiece. But at least he was clean now – if not fully polished to his overly high standards. He'd do that during the cruiser's next shift. Give him something to do while his strength continued to slowly return. He was close though, very close to full strength. Looking back over his door wing at the hidden femme, he gave her a knowing smile as he felt her digits glide over his aft armor.

Reaching across the berth, he curled his digit-tips around the other edge. One thing he'd learned quickly, was that getting slagged by the cruiser was a long-term affair. But now he knew exactly why the 'mech' could last so long and never overload. He'd wondered if this would all change once she'd exposed her true self to him. Wondered if he'd be the one to be slaggin' her now… It didn't happen like that. The femme had to keep her farce in character – and that character was forever slaggin' his 'pet' during the off shifts.

Sunstreaker found that he didn't mind it anymore, especially now that he realized that Barricade's transfer was in fact, a disguised medical probe. He'd never known how good those things felt when used as interface toys. A fact that he was determined to teach Sideswipe about when they saw each other again.. For some reason, he was pretty sure that the hidden femme wouldn't mind watching some twin action.. She wouldn't get embarrassed like an Autobot femme would. Perhaps she'd even demand to join in? Now THAT would be some fun! Well, after they got Ratchet to make her look decent….

Kneeling down, Barricade licked the mech's quivering tailpipes with a gentle swipe of her glossa. Sun's moan and the arching up of his rump so quickly told her that the damage was quickly being repaired. Now the mech felt more pleasure than pain, even without the healing gel. He was also getting much stronger. Soon, he would be ready to become a 'Decepticon spy'… At least until they'd made it back to the Autobot faction…

Reaching up, Sun grabbed the gel and offered it to the cruiser. Yeah, it was still a little degrading to be slagged by what appeared to be one of the ugliest sickos in the entire Decepticon faction – and to KNOW that they were most likely being watched… But what the future held for him was beyond exciting! He'd most likely be a father in a few Earth months. And be proud 'owner' of a rare femme. Who'd actually look decent once Ratchet go a hold of her face plate and rearranged it a bit.

"Use more of it… Uh, master," he grinned as he made sure to always add the 'master' as an afterthought. It was now a private joke between them. A private joke that no con would ever understand…

Barricade smirked as the mech handed her the gel. Just a few day cycles ago, he'd still been trying to fight it. Now he was near full strength again – and actively accepting it. Not that he really could do much. The second he tried anything – that collar he wore would drop him to the ground – writhing in total agony. Not that she'd actually do that to him. It had been left on more as part of their disguise – than for any use.

What actually surprised her most was how accepting the egotistical mech was of her. She hadn't changed in the least – but the WAY they had 'met' as mech and femme this second time was totally different. Meeting her as a mech, experiencing first hand the brutality of her world, and feeling the gentleness of her digits – had seemed to have changed the way Sunstreaker viewed her. He now looked at her with a deep-set respect in his optics – instead of total revulsion. He now understood that her skill as a warrior and survivor transcended anything he'd ever known…… He now actually saw her as an equal, as valuable, as somewhat desirable…

The cruiser grinned as she spread the repair gel along her fake transfer. She then spread some on her digits and slid them deep into Sunstreaker, prepping him for a long period of action. Her port ached for him though, filling her with a need that would take the golden one many shifts to satiate. But no, she couldn't go there now. She must maintain her cover. Maintain her Decepticon status as an interface addicted mech…

Gently, Barricade pressed inside the slick port. The mech moaning and spreading his legs further apart in response…. The fake mech wished that 'he' could truly feel the intensity of pleasure that Sunstreaker was obviously feeling – but she couldn't. All the sensory input she got from the false transfer was the amount of pressure and the warm sensation of the energy field when it was activated. True, the energy did feel good on the hidden receiver unit. And hidden femmes could very well overload from the moderate tingling. But it still wasn't the same.

Sunstreaker sighed as the warm numbing sensation flowed over him again. He was so going to get Sideswipe to snag one of Ratchet's probes when they joined back up… So going to slag his twin silly with the toy – while Barricade impaled herself on his transfer again…

"Well well well, still slaggin' him silly – and he ain't off lined yet," Swindle's sarcastic words filled the room as he shoved the door open.

Barricade didn't stop 'his' thrusts, though Sunstreaker pulled his hand off himself in surprise. The cruiser slapped him hard across his rump. "Did I give you permission to remove your hand?" she growled.

Sunstreaker gulped a bit, flashes of being gang banged hard by the Combaticons filled his meta with fear. "Uh, um, no … master… I, uh." Clamping his mouth shut, he figured he'd better just do what the cruiser ordered. After all, 'Cade knew how to handle the other Decepticons – and she had already assured Sun that she didn't share her 'pets'. His optics still full of apprehension at the sight of one of the gestalt glaring at him, Sun curled his digits back around his transfer and matched the cruiser's rhythm again.

"You'd better have a good reason for barging in on me." Barricade rather lewdly scanned the jeep's chassis, "or are you accepting my previous invitation, hmmm?"

"Uh, nope." Swindle hated it when the cruiser came on to him. He did it all the time. It was frankly quite disgusting when a mech thought about it. "Megatron told me to come fetch you – and well, uh…"

Barricade didn't pause the least in his thrusts. The mech now moaning and arching into her, begging for her to go deeper… She spanked him hard again. "Silence!" she barked.

Sunstreaker clamped his dental plates together and pressed his face plate hard against the berth. His chassis still trembled and jerked though… The way the disguised femme fearlessly held her status with the Decepticon mechs.. The way she commanded respect – like she was currently commanding his port… Damn, for an ugly-as-slag bitch – she was HOT!

Turning her demon optics to the sniveling jeep, Barricade snorted. "Well what? If you don't tell me now – I'm gonna bend you over this berth and teach you what its like to really get slagged!"

"Can't say it in front of him," Swindle nodded at the bucking mech, still amazed that the cruiser had apparently broken him so completely to his will.

"He's nothing but my pet. Say it – or…" Barricade's intentions were quite clear.

"Well, Megatron wants to know if ya got him loyal to ya yet." Ok, it was out in the open. Swindle crossed his arms and leaned against the closed door, giving the necrophiliac and expectant look.

Barricade pulled out of the quivering mech then, a smug smirk on her face plate. "So, my lord has a mission in mind for us – my pet. Do you wish to do it?" She sure hoped that Sun was smart enough to take the bait for what it was. The mech would probably try to either escape – or convert her to an Autobot – once they were away from base. Most likely the latter scenario; either way, they'd both be free. Hunted for life – but free!

Sunstreaker fell to his knees, his expression the perfect act of submission. This might be his chance! If they got away from the con base – he could convince the hidden femme to totally switch sides. He was sure of it! She had nowhere else to go now that they had mated. "Yes master! Anything to be with you!" His normal taunting was totally gone. He had to make this convincing…

"Yeah, but is he really loyal?" Swindle smirked. He'd been told how to find out, and Barricade damn well knew it.

"Pet – slag him good. Prove your undying loyalty to me!" Barricade narrowed her optics as she ordered it. She knew Sun feared to share his spark with the cons again, and 'Cade hated the thought of sharing him like this. But it was the only way to prove he was loyal. To have him willingly do it…. – or was it? Her optics narrowed as she thought about an even more convincing way to 'prove' Sunstreaker was completely loyal to her.

His core plummeted a bit. He gave the cruiser a slightly pleading look, and he swore he saw a slight flash of remorse on that emotionless façade. The thought that the cruiser didn't want him to do this anymore than he wanted to do this – somehow soothed him. Barricade WAS totally attached to him now! He was certain of it down to his spark. The cruiser wanted to get away from the con base as much as he did. Sunstreaker turned his optics onto one of his former torturers…

All he had to do was make them think he was truly mindless and obedient….. He swallowed down the energon rising in his throat as he nodded for the mech to lie down on the berth…. He wouldn't fail….

"No, wait my pet," Barricade growled. Her hand on his door wing stopped him before he could climb onto the waiting mech.

Swindle snorted, glaring at the cruiser suspiciously. "There ain't no way in slag – that I'm doin' this if you're involved!"

With a vicious snarl, the hidden femme grabbed the sniveling Comabaticon and slammed him up against the wall. She pressed her chassis hard against him, noting in amusement that his transfer lost pressure rapidly. "I let him keep his fraggin' spark just for MY use – no others!" she growled, her face plate mere millimeters from his. "You can make use of his lips – but not his port. That is mine!"

He breathed a sigh of relief as the necrophiliac dumped him onto his peds. "Well, now that we have an understandin'," he said with a sly grin and repressurized his transfer. "Didn't really want to stick my stick where yours had been anyways…" he taunted.

Sunstreaker looked from one to the other, somewhat calmer now that he knew who'd be using his port. Still didn't relish the fact that he'd have to taste the nasty bastard though. Bending down over the end of the berth, he nodded to Barricade that he was ready. "Master? My port aches for you," he begged.

Swindle snickered as he sat down in front of the mech. "Sicko finally got one meta washed enough to fraggin' want you," he snickered. His helm went back against the wall with a loud thud as his transfer was swallowed. The Autobot being a true master with his glossa…

Barricade smirked as she recoated her false transfer with the medical gel and slid it back inside Sunstreaker. "Make him overload in record time pet," she ordered and spanked him hard across his aft.

There was a reason she wanted the Combaticon knocked out in overload, Sunstreaker could just sense it by the way she'd said it. Using his digits on Swindle's port while his mouth and glossa worked over his hard shaft, it didn't take long for the gladiator to complete his 'task'. As the Combaticon fell limp in overload, he allowed the shaft to slip from his lips.

The cruiser smirked and spanked him again, her hit full of approval. She leaned forward, grabbing his door wings as she thrust into him. "You want to be a Decepticon, Sunstreaker? Do what a con would do?" she teased.

He glanced back at her, his meta already coming up with some pretty sadistic ideas that he'd like to try on Swindle. Surely those would more than fit in with the Decepticon ideal of 'interface fun'? "Sure master – anything!" his tone was filled with eagerness. He sensed that he might get a little pay back with this 'How to be a Decepticon lesson'.

Barricade chuckled and pulled out of him. She tossed him her cuffs as he sat up, nodding at the slowly rebooting mech.

With a wicked grin, Sunstreaker obeyed her unspoken order. He was really beginning to like the thought processes of this hidden femme! In the blink of an optic, he had Swindle's wrist servos secured to the wall.

The Combaticon came to, his optics widening in horror as he realized he was tied up – and in the necrophiliac's quarters! "Hey, he's proven it ok? Why don'tcha just let me go an make my report?"

Barricade snickered as she knelt on the berth, her false transfer still pressurized – now touching his shoulder. She enjoyed the look of absolute revulsion that swiftly made its way onto the trapped mech's face plate. "He hasn't learned how we cons like our interface fun. Won't you help me teach him, Swindle?" the last part came out as a sickly sweet fake plea. Just as the mech opened his mouth to refuse, she thrust her transfer inside, slamming his helm against the wall as she forced him to swallow all of it.

She glanced back at Sunstreaker, who had quite the sadistic smirk on his face plate. "His interface nets are yours to do with as you wish. We Decepticons do enjoy it on the painful side though." Her optics told him to give Swindle more than just a 'little' pain.

"Yes master." Sunstreaker's optics gleamed as he roughly forced the mech's legs apart and ripped off his codpiece, exposing his port to him. Jamming his digits deep into Swindle, he didn't even wait for the mech to release any lubricant before he added another and another digit to his thrusts. The sounds of Swindle's muffled screams as he ruthlessly fisted him until energon, hydraulic fluid and lubricant streamed from his torn insides – filled him with a sense of justice.

For a quarter shift the pair tortured the hapless mech. Eventually, they 'tired' of him when his screams turned into pitiful gasps. Pulling off of him, Barricade ordered Sunstreaker to throw the limply groaning mech over his shoulder plates and follow her.

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Megatron watched as the golden mech callously tossed Swindle in front of Hook's exam table and followed Barricade out. Turning the monitor off, he leaned back on his berth. He'd been watching those two for some time now. At first, he'd been suspicious about the necrophiliac's reasons for letting the slave live, but a whispered idea in his audio had made him look at the advantage that he could gain through this sick 'relationship'.

It was obvious that the Autobot was so thoroughly meta-washed by the cruiser that he'd suck anyone's transfer. He'd do anything… Even commit acts of violent rape that were so degrading – that it'd make any Decepticon proud. No, if Optimus was still functioning, he'd never allow such a deranged mech back into his ranks.

Crossing his arms, the tyrant's lips curled up into an evil smile. He knew just how he could use the cruiser and his meta washed pet…. Yes, the perfect mission….

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Note: Ok, went a little faster than I intended to in this chapter… But it just –fit… If you enjoyed it, please leave a review. I do love to read them!