Plaything

Plaything

Yellow Jacket was unusually quiet for the next few hours, the expression on her face, thoughtful. The Autobots all knew she was sorting through the memory files that she had copied from Smokescreen. While that poor Mech was still curled up rather dejectedly on his bunk. Not responding to any of his friend's whispered words.

No, the Mercs hadn't tortured him with anything but pleasure and temptation; but the other Autobots still viewed them with suspicion. Obviously, they were now in the process of data collection for some reason. Quite capable of extracting it from the POWs, and this made the captive Mechs very nervous.

Wasp went quietly about her work, with her normal efficiency, not asking Jacket anything. She was in the process of printing out a large quantity of paperwork she'd finished when Jacket suddenly brightened up and slapped her on an intake. Leaning over Wasp, the yellow Merc looked at some of the paperwork and got a big grin on her face. The two of them snickering over something only they knew about.

Plopping herself down on top of Wasp's desk, Jacket lounged, looking thoughtfully over the quiet cell block. "Ya know, we still got a shift-and-a-half to burn, and I'm bored as hell."

Wasp leaned back, putting her hands behind her head. "So what do you propose to do to make the time pass?"

Jacket snickered. "Why don't we play one of our ol' games?" she offered, scanning the prisoners with a gleam in her optics.

Wasp frowned, although the game was fun, it might ruin their chances with these Mechs. But she could tell that Jacket was very much in one of her heightened states of arousal, and would be difficult to sway. 'How would they view this?' she asked over their private frequency.

Jacket shrugged with a grin. 'It'll confuse the hell out of them, but if they're not hurt, they'll forgive. Just like Smokescreen will, once he's figured out we're on his side,' she radioed in reply.

The red Seeker nodded her optics thoughtful. 'It'd be a good way to give particular Mechs the energy boosts they'll need to follow our plan,' she mused in Jacket's head.

'Yep, any con comin' in here will see just our little game. They'd never realize we were doin' it for a reason other than fun,' her yellow sister agreed.

Wasp smiled, realizing that she herself would find much pleasure in their 'game'. And after all these months of acting like a stone faced Merc – she desperately needed some fun. 'So which ones?' she asked over their channel.

Jacket nodded toward Wheeljack. 'He'd be the easiest, and if we give him a little more of an energy boost, he could also pilot the shuttle;' then her optics tracked over to Swoop. 'He'll be pretty easy too, kinda' stupid, but decent lookin' at least. He'll need the extra energy to do what we'll need him for;' she glanced over at Springer and nodded. "He'd be fun, a little more likely to give a better fight bein' one of the leaders, but he's the only other flyer here. So he'll also need the extra energy for what we'll need him for.'

Wasp nodded her agreement. She noted that the Autobots were keeping a wary optic on them. Well aware of the fact that the two Mercs were communicating on an encrypted channel, and not liking that fact.

Torture of Temptation

The two guards strolled over to Wheeljack's cell, casually looking him over. This strange behavior caused the Autobot to begin to worry as he weakly looked back at them. Something was obviously amiss, and he was afraid they were going to extract information out of him next.

"Stand up, turn and put your hands behind your back," Wasp ordered.

The Autobot tried to stand up, but crumpled to the floor as one of his knees gave out. Before either one could yell at him, he struggled back to his knees and kneeled with his back to them and his hands behind his back. He knew these two would accept that; if the prisoner was truly unable to stand.

They came in without a word, and chained his arms together. Then they linked their arms under his, and lifted the Autobot to his feet, supporting him as he hobbled between them. They made it to the center of the cell block corridor, and then the Mercs removed their support, the Autobot falling onto one knee, looking up at them in confusion.

His confusion increased as Wasp calmly pushed him to the floor with one of her thrusters. As she held him in place with just slight pressure against his abdomen, she and Jacket grinned mischievously at each other. "Shackle his feet," she ordered the yellow Merc.

As he sat there helplessly on the floor, the Mercs collected Springer and Swoop, also throwing them on the floor and shackling their legs. Then they ran a chain, linking the three. With Wheeljack not able to walk, this eliminated any threat of the prisoners escaping.

"What do you want from us?" Springer demanded to know. Even though he looked a wreck, his spirit remained untouched through all these years of torture.

Jacket grinned, the gaze of her optics making the three squirm. "We got a bet runnin' on which one of ya begs the quickest," she joked.

Springer's gaze dripped with defiance, while Swoop and Wheeljack looked at each other nervously.

In a fluid movement, Wasp straddled Wheeljack and looked at him; her optics mere inches from his. At the same time Jacket kneeled next to him, deftly removing his mask. His optics grew larger with fear; were they going to force bond with him, or extract information?

The two Mercs engaged in a long kiss, enjoying the sensation of the prone Mech shifting nervously under Wasp and the other Mechs all watching. Slowly releasing each other's lips, Jacket looked down at Wheeljack with a strange hunger in her optics.

He trembled in fear; were they going to torture him, or rape him until he could stand no more? His optics darted from femme to femme, trying to gauge which one it was.

They were connecting bonding cables and energy transfer cables between each other, their optics gleaming with desire. Wheeljack felt his main recharge ports accessed, and transfer cables plugged in. But no data transfer lines, no bonding cables. He didn't understand what they were doing.

Jacket grinned as she took his lips. "I'm hopin' I win, when ya start beggin' for more juice," she joked; as she ran a finger down his bare face. The shock in his optics caused her to chuckle. "Thought we were gonna torture ya huh? Maybe do a little more data collection? Yep, we'll be torturing ya, but ya'll enjoy it," she winked at him.

He felt Wasp's fingers deftly accessing his port sensory net, with Jacket's fingers already stroking his starboard net. The two Mercs used their free hands to start stimulating each other, their lips together. They used the sensation of the trembling Autobot beneath them, to heighten their own pleasure, as they used their light touch to make him spasm uncontrollably.

As part of the power loop, he could sense the incredible energy flow going between the two Seekers, as they joined their sparks in pleasure. But they held back their flow to him, teasing him mercilessly with the nearness of the sweet energy. Wasp leaned over him again, taking his lips with hers. Then she locked his optics with her own. "Can you feel our cores, Wheeljack? So close, so fully charged," she whispered to the energy-starved prisoner.

A grin crossed Jacket's face, a devilish look in her optics. She shifted smoothly with Wasp, now each Merc having a leg over one of his, their airframes leaning on him. The pulsating power of their plasma engines so teasingly close. "We've each got three cores," she took his lips briefly, teasing him with her information. "An each one of them could fully charge three of ya ground Mechs."

The temptation of just a brief taste of one of those six cores flowed over his deprived systems. He groaned with the effort of denying his need, shaking his head back and forth in denial. But the Mercs didn't want information, they weren't force bonding with him, all they wanted was for him to beg, to plead for a brief taste. Was that such a hard thing to do? He wouldn't be failing the Autobots at all, just one little taste - Just a little of that blessed energy. His thoughts raced through his CPU, driving him to give in, to beg, to get the energy his systems so desperately needed.

"P-Please," he whispered, his frame trembling in need.

Jacket grinned. "Louder, I couldn't hear ya."

"Please.. Energy.." he stammered, just a little louder.

"Scream for it," Wasp snickered.

He screamed, begged, knowing that they demanded this so that his friends could hear, could see him lower himself to this level. But he had to have a taste of that energy; his systems wouldn't let him deny his needs anymore.

As he screamed his plea, he felt a slow trickle of beautifully sweet energy, coming in from both sides of his power grid. He arched and shuddered as the warmth flowed through his chassis, so many years since his systems felt this kind of charge. It was worth every plea he had uttered. The flow mixing it's sensations with those of their hands on his sensory nets. Unbelievably, he felt himself overloading, the stimulation too great for his desperate systems. With one last shudder, he shut down.

As the Autobot went unconscious, the two Mercs looked at each other in amusement. "Sloggers, ya can make 'em overload without even bondin'!" Jacket exclaimed, her optics dancing in humor. The game was becoming even more fun than she had anticipated!

The two Mercs unplugged from the unconscious prisoner, their optics hungrily looking over their next victim. This made poor Swoop want to sink into the cold metal floor and disappear. "Me Swoop not want any power, me fine," he stammered, wanting the power, but not wanting to be forced to beg for it. The childish expression on his face broke the two Mercs into chuckles.

With feline grace, Jacket slid over on top of him. Opening the trembling Mech's access ports as Wasp slid next to her. "Ya but me wanna play, doesn't Swoop like to play?" Jacket snickered, imitating the Mech's strange way of talking.

"Me no wanna.." Swoop started to say, his thought cut off as the Mercs ran their fingers over his sensitive wings. He could feel the pulse of their sparks in their airframes, pressed so tightly against him. Their powerful plasma engines causing a vibration that ran straight through him. Wasp took his lips, as he felt Jacket's fingers slide under his codpiece, probing, stroking, and sending waves of pleasure through his system.

Swoop was relatively innocent in this manner, only the other Dynobots had ever paid this kind of attention to him, for the other Mechs had always considered him too stupid to play with like this. And the Dynobots were far from adept at pleasure. Feeling the teasing nearness of their high energy systems, Swoop wondered if they would be his friends. Friends share, right? All he needed to do was ask, that's what the Mercs wanted. Their fingers felt so good, they must like him. Cons never did good stuff like this, they only made pain, but these were Mercs – not Cons – right? All he had to do was ask…

As Wasp released his lips, Swoop looked at her with that same childish expression. His face showing his thoughts so clearly, those blue optics silently pleading to understand. Another shudder of pleasure shot through his frame, causing him to arch weakly against the two Seekers on top of him.

"Are you Swoop's friends?" he murmured innocently. "Friends share. Friends are nice to Swoop."

"What do ya want us to share?" Jacket prodded him, baiting him with just a small quick burst of energy.

He gasped as the small flux combined with the overwhelming stimulation that their hands were causing. "E-energy. Swoop need energy."

"Say please, Swoop," Wasp ordered, her voice soft.

All he had to do was ask. They were his friends, they said they'd share; they weren't being mean to him. "Swoop says please. Please Swoop need energy," as the words left his lips, he felt a slow current flow into him from his two friends. The energy was so warm, it spread out and made him feel warm all over. It combined with Jacket's strokes in a beautifully arching current that swept through the simple minded Mech, with a shudder he collapsed in overload.

"Freagin' aye, faster than the first one," Jacket joked as Swoop went limp under them.

Wasp chuckled as she unplugged the power transfer cables from Swoop's unconscious form. "Glad you don't overload this quickly," she said; taking Jacket's lips again.

Then they moved to their final victim, Springer glaring at them defiantly as they pinned his helpless frame. This did nothing but add to the Mercs' pleasure in the game.

For what seemed like an eternity, Springer kept his mouth shut, as he trembled and spasmed underneath their hands. Refusing to utter a single word, lest he accidentally begged; but the temptation of those powerful cores, so easily accessed – made his whole frame ache with want, with need.

Finally, as the Mercs again bonded with each other, he could no longer find the strength to deny his need. The energy was so close, so sweet – as it flowed between the two Seekers, seemingly touching him briefly as it flowed by, agonizingly just out of his system's reach. The shudders of his airframe, blended in with theirs, as they continued to torment him with their deft touches. Perhaps just one quick taste of that beautiful energy wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps, he'd get enough to be strong enough to try to escape from this hell that had been his world for all these years. These thoughts flooded through his energy-deprived CPU, giving him excuses to beg the Mercs.

"Please Mercs," Springer murmured, his voice barely audible.

Wasp's optics widened slightly, for she had honestly expected the Wrecker leader to be able to keep up his defiance, until the twins tired of the game. Locking the Mech's blue optics with her own, she saw what Jacket now knew – these Autobots were truly desperate to their very cores. They would grab onto any sign of hope, any possibility to escape the pain for even a brief moment. Taking his lips with hers, she felt him actually return her kiss, the desperation for her to give him a taste of her energy filling him.

The yellow Merc grinned, she knew he'd succumb to the temptation, for the memories that she'd copied from Smokescreen and had now made her own – had told her they would. Even the strongest of their leaders could be bent through pleasure and gentleness, for their base programming forced them to respond in a positive manner to this tactic. Once you got through their conscious logic, this base programming would come into play. If the Decepticons had only realized this, they'd have triumphed over these Mechs long ago.

"Please Mercs – what?" Jacket asked him, prodding him to beg.

Springer gasped as another wave of stimulation caused by Jacket's fingertips, flowed over him like a wave. "Please, energy, please," he murmured. Then his entire airframe shivered, as slow flows of Seeker energy bombarded his deprived systems, warming him, flooding through him like a wave. The energy wave blended into the waves of stimulation from his sensory nets, becoming an overwhelming flood that swallowed him. With a moan, he went limp in overload.

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