The day following the capture of his new maids, obtaining a refresh of cleaning supplies and high-grade materials that should last him a long time (and bringing Beachcomber along for some public humiliation, which was a less severe punishment that he had planned), and cleaning the place up, the restaurant was back open and, as Swindle expected, he had to schedule in a lot of appointments for Jazz. It was still morning and he woke everyone up to have them get the place ready and sent Red Alert to sleep in his room until he was schedule to wake up. He gave them their orders and reminded the more experienced maid to break Chromedome and Rewind in to make sure they can do their jobs correctly. He was in his computer room and examine the mail, taking note of the long list of requests he got for a fragging session with Jazz. Swindle scheduled everyone for the next three days to leave room for any more requests for Jazz in the near future. The discount was sure to have plenty of takers want to take a crack at Jazz, which helped lines Swindle's pockets.
After about a half-hour, he was done and Swindle got up and made his way to the main room downstairs. He entered it to see Blurr and Cliffjumper instructing Chromedome and Rewind on how to properly move around, serve, and table numbers, while Bumblebee was checking the stock at the bar and Beachcomber was sitting at a booth near Jazz, looking at his frozen form. He walked on over to the group and asked a question, everyone paying attention when he walked over. "How are Chromedome and Rewind?" he asked the instructors.
"Rewind is excellent and Chromedome is very good, although he has had a few slight stumbles," Cliffjumper told him.
"I'm sorry for my failings," Chromedome apologized, giving a quick bow to him.
"Don't worry. You're better than Bumblebee on his first day," Blurr comforted him, patting him on the back.
"Thank you."
"Well, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it," Swindle said with a pat to the side. "Carry on." He left and walked on over to Beachcomber, who turned to look at him when he came on over. He moan into his ballgag in annoyance to him as he came on over. "Aw, don't be like that," Swindle cooed as he took a seat across from him. He ignored him and continued to look at Jazz instead. "Hey, can you look in my direction? I'll take that gag off for a little bit," he tempted and he glanced at him slightly before turning over to look at him. Swindle asked him to bend over with his finger and he did, getting closer to him. Swindle grabbed the gag and pulled it out of his mouth and let it rest on his neck. "There. Better?" he asked as Beachcomber leaned back against his seat.
"Better than when you made me walked all around Iacon for your deal," he complained. "Being dragged around with a leash, walking around in these stupid, tight clothes, and wearing a sign around my neck. At least the people in prison are just humiliated in front of the guards."
"Hey, I need free advertisement and you did really good at it," Swindle complimented. "Besides, after everything that happen yesterday with the new maids, you should be happy that happen, otherwise I would've been harsher on you."
"Yeah, that totally makes me feel better," he sarcastically remarked.
"Well, look on the bright side. At least you're not Jazz." He nodded towards Jazz still standing still from when Swindle positioned him yesterday morning. Beachcomber glanced back at him before turning back to him.
"Yeah, I guess it could be worst. I can't imagine not having any free will," he agreed. "Not that I have much anyway."
"You can still move of your own accord, minus your arms, and you're not getting frag and sexually frustrated, like he is," he reminded him.
"I wouldn't say I'm not sexually frustrated. You injected me with that serum, you know," he reminded him, grimacing. "My constantly erect spike should tell you that. Of course, I'm trying not to over-load on myself, especially in front of all those other Decepticons."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," he muttered, rubbing his chin. And looking at the other maids, who each had their spike pushing against their latex dress. He silently wondered how he forgot about that. "My bad. Anyways, while you are a prisoner of war, it could be far worst for you, like Jazz or anybody in prison. Seriously, consider yourself lucky to have never got there."
"Jeez, everyone talks about it like it's the worst thing," Beachcomber noticed.
"Well, it's supposed to be run by my commander, Onslaught, but he's always busy with other things that he had to leave Vortex in charge of it," Swindle told him.
"Oh… damn. Why didn't you tell me that earlier? That alone would be enough to convince me that would be the worst place on Cybertron," he shuddered.
"You never ask," Swindle shrugged.
"I got the ballgag in my mouth most of the damn time and you won't take it out," he accused, glaring at him.
"Oh yeah, you do. Speaking of," he said, getting back up and closing the small difference. He grabbed the ballgag and stuff it back inside Beachcomber's mouth, much to his annoyance. "Place is going to be open soon, so take your place at the bar and await orders to fulfill," he ordered and Beachcomber did so, angrily getting up and stomping over there in his heels. "A little more subservient, Beachcomber. You're not supposed to look defiant," he told him and Beachcomber stop to glare at him with the evilest optics he could muster before continuing, walking a bit more subdue. Swindle gave a nod and walked on over to Jazz, still in the same posture as before, and Swindle stepped up and got in front of him, smiling at him, since his optics were the only thing uncovered and they were still glowing. Speaking of the optics, he could see they were glossed over, meaning that he was really enjoying the plugs n him.
"So, how was your first sleepless night as a mannequin for my lovely store? You're legs about to give out?" Swindle asked and Jazz glared down at him for that comment, letting him know exactly how he felt with just one look. "Aw, you feel like that? Well, good news, your first night is done and it's time to start doing your job, which I have fantastic news for you about." He saw Jazz roll his optics in annoyance, which pleased him. If Jazz felt bad, Swindle felt good. "I got a bunch of takers to have a fragging session with you yesterday. So much that I had to spread them apart by three days." Jazz's optics brighten in worriment at that. "Yep, three days' worth of constant fragging. I hope you've had plenty of experience, because you're about to get some," he chuckled, rubbing his finger against Jazz's spike, causing him to moan deeply into his gag. "I think you'll have a lot of fun today. Now, Jazz, get to normal posture and follow me." Jazz did so, bringing his legs back together, putting his arms at his sides, palms downward, and looking straight ahead. Swindle walked on over to the bar and he followed along obediently against his will, meeting Bumblebee at the bar.
"Hey, Swindle," Bumblebee greeted. "We should be good to go for opening up."
"Hey, don't sound so excited. We've still got another half-hour before opening. Give me Jazz's monoglove. It should be behind the bar," Swindle ordered. Bumblebee nodded and looked behind the bar and found it quickly.
"Here you go," he said, handing the red monoglove to Swindle and he nodded.
"Thanks," he said as he got behind Jazz. "Jazz, put your arms into a reverse prayer position." He did so, making him grunt silently in pain, and Swindle did the process again, encasing the arms to the elbows and strapping it to the back of his neck. "Alright, Jazz continue to follow me," Swindle ordered as he headed out of the main room, Jazz following along helplessly. The two walked down the hallway in a relaxing pace. The two continued until they reached the side rooms and entered one of them, the door opening automatically with Swindle leading him in and closing the door behind him.
"Now, Jazz, before we open up, I would like to test you myself," Swindle told him, removing his pelvic plate, showing off his spike, and Jazz immediately felt a bad feeling enter him. To be honest, he didn't mind getting fragged nor fragging people, he just extremely hated the lack of gratification he gets from the cockring keeping everything inside and not letting him feel sweet release. That was tortured. "Now, we're going to keep this nice and simple. Jazz, bend over," Swindle ordered and he did so, bending until he was completely ninety degree, which made Jazz want to scream out in pain. Swindle grabbed his mouth plug and moved over to get the butt plug out, letting Jazz have some relief, or at least ceased building up more frustration that he already had an immense amount of pressure of. Swindle set them aside along with his pelvic plate and approached him from behind. "Okay, Jazz, bend your legs a little bit so I can get my spike in you. I'm a bit of a shorty," he ordered, and Jazz did so, bending at the knees until Swindle made him stop with the spike at the same level as his valve. "Now, let's get started."
He thrusted inside his valve, making Jazz give a gasp. "Ah, your valve is nice and open," he complimented, holding onto the top of the sides of his waist cincher. Jazz groaned at him for that. "Don't 'Ah' me. Sounds like I'm talking to an animal," he complained, grinding against the sides of his valve. Jazz responded by doing it again, which annoyed Swindle. "Okay, you wanna play hardball?" he asked, taking his hands off to click a few buttons on his arms and getting back to normal position and grinding against him. Jazz tried to groan, but found he couldn't do so. "You know, since you're basically a doll," he thrusted again, making him want to groan, but he still couldn't do so, "I figure you might as well be as quiet as a doll. I'm sure the customers don't want to hear you groaning so loudly." He patted the side of his aft before he continued thrusting, making Jazz take it in silence. Swindle did this, the only sound being him hyperventilating, as he did this until he over-loaded.
"Ah…!" he groaned as he released his transfluids into Jazz's valve. Jazz practically squirm as he did this, the only reason he didn't was because of the gimp suit holding him completely still. Swindle removed himself from his valve, leftover transfluids dripping down from it, and walked on over in front of him, placing his spike in front of his open mouth. "Now, as a treat for being such a good little fragbot," he stuffed his spike in his mouth, letting it go deep inside, "you can clean my spike." Jazz groaned, wanting to close him mouth on his spike and take it off with his denta, but that ringgag saved him from spike mutilation. He flung his tongue around the mouth and suck it, doing his best to clean it completely. Swindle moaned in pleasure, highly enjoying this. "You know, you are very good at this. I imagine a long, successful life as a fragbot for you," he told him, petting his head. Jazz ignored him, finishing off the spike and indicating with his tongue to pull out. Swindle did so and admired his clean spike. "Wonderful job. Now I reconfigure the cleaning room's door so it opens and starts automatically. Jazz, go to the cleaning room, get clean, and come back."
Jazz went back into normal position and Swindle opened the door for him to let him out. He walked on out and headed on to the cleaning room, walking step-by-painful-step. He walked to the cleaning room and it opened up for him automatically, allowing him to walk to the center of the room. He helplessly walked to the center and he was lifted off the ground. He saw tubes moved towards him and moved into his mouth, valve, and spike, making him wince, and began cleaning him, spraying fluids inside the orifices and then sucking it back up, making them clean, and the machine did a quick once over on his clothing and gimp suit, washing it until it sparkled clean, glistening under the light. He saw sat back down and he made his way out of the room and entered the room, where had a couple of items waiting for him. On the dresser, he had two different cleaning brushes and buckets.
"Hey there, Jazz, memorize all I say. As you know, when someone overloads, they make a mess, big or small. In this case, small," he pointed to the small amount of transfluids on the floor. "Take this brush, the yellow sponge, dip it in the cleaning fluids, and wipe those pesky fluids away. After that, use this one, the blue one, and dry it up." Jazz inwardly groaned at what Swindle was forcing him to do and tried to scream when he realized that the shaft of the brushes were based on Swindle's spike as well. However, all he could do was glare at Swindle silently. "Now then, Jazz, start cleaning."
Jazz walked over to the dresser and bent over to place the yellow spike in his mouth, stuffing it down until he reached the back of his throat, making him gag. He moved over to the bucket and dipped it in there, wetting the sponge with the blue fluids, and walking over to the transfluids. He got on his knees and dipped low to clean it. He pushed against the floor and wiped the ground, Jazz feeling humiliated at having to clean Swindle's mess, as well as feeling discomfort from his body moving against the corsets. He moved his head side-to-side, up-and-down, and in swirls, absorbing every bit of transfluids. Once he was done, he got up and place the yellow brush back, retrieved the blue one, and began drying the floors, using the same pattern as last time. Before long, it was done, and he put up the blue brush.
"Excellent job," he clapped, praising him. "Jazz, remember this protocol. Whenever a customer enters this room, you will do whatever they say, then when they exit the room if you've been fragged, you will go to the cleaning room to get clean, then you will the clean the room of any messes. Remember it as protocol marathon fragging session." Jazz gave a single bob of his head yes and Swindle nodded before heading out of the room, leaving Jazz alone with his sexual frustration, humiliation, and pained legs, and headed back to the main room. He entered it to see Blurr and Cliffjumper finishing the two new maids' induction, giving them some last bit of instruction. Swindle ignored them and walked to the bar where Bumblebee was talking to the gagged Beachcomber, who looked annoyed by him.
"So, I figure that, maybe you, me, and Cliffjumper can do something together," Bumblebee told him, leaning against the bar and looking down at his bulge lustfully. He responded by glaring at him and shaking his head no.
"Trying to get lucky with someone besides Cliffjumper?" Swindle asked, amused.
"No, Beachcomber doesn't get enough fragging," Bumblebee told him, sounding worried.
"Last I check, there's nothing wrong with that medically, so why are you worried?"
"Look at him. He's so grumpy that he needs someone fragging him to help him relax. Red Alert just gave him his first one yesterday, and I'm sure more will help him relax," he explained, and Beachcomber looked indignant at that, giving him a deadly glare. "See my point?"
"Bumblebee, please, stop bothering him and don't try to molest him while he's sleeping," Swindle ordered, making Beachcomber give a shock look on his face.
"Hey, I wouldn't do that. Only if he consented," Bumblebee told him.
"Huh-huh, yeah, right," he muttered, not believing him. "Anyway, restaurant's opening in five. Get ready."
"Yeah, sure," Bumblebee nodded and looked at the bar. "Uh, Swindle, what's this and why is it blinking?" he asked, grabbing and showing a device with a screen on it for him. On the screen, there was a symbol with Vortex's name on it.
"That's a phone. It's used to make appointments, although Vortex seems to have forgotten that," Swindle grumbled as he snatched it out of his hand and answer it. "Hey, Vortex, how are you doing, my sadistic buddy?"
"I'm fine!" Vortex answered and Swindle could hear the sound of him sharpening objects in the background.
"Great… tell me, what are you doing?" he asked, confused.
"Oh, I'm just prepping for a torture session," Vortex told him. "Onslaught has been holding me back from any serious torture, just some minor stuff and humiliation, but I'm not waiting anymore, so I'm going to take my time with the local traitor, Ambulon. His is at 12 and I'm going to have so much fun with that traitor."
"Ambulon that's one medic who was supposed to be part of a combiner, right?" Swindle asked him.
"Yeah, but that fragging traitor backstabbed us. Cited that we were pushing the 'moral boundaries' too much. What a wuss," he mocked him.
"Weren't we forcing medics to work under us?"
"Yeah, but Ambulon betrayed us. That makes it personal and he's going to be in a lot of pain," Vortex chuckled and Swindle could hear the sound of electricity sparking out.
"Are you going to torture him to death?" Swindle asked.
"Nah, Megatron is really pushing for this whole assimilation into Decepticon culture thing that you're been pushing, you bastard," he complained to him. "However, that doesn't mean I can't be cruel to him, especially since he's a traitor."
"Well, do you at least have a medic on standby to make sure he doesn't die?"
"That's the fun part. Ambulon is the only medic in this city," Vortex bragged.
"Come again? I thought we had medics here."
"There's a meeting going on at Kaon fund by Gutcruncher, although he's not involved. Should be back by tomorrow," Vortex told him and Swindle could hear the sound of liquid and something sizzling. Probably some acid… "I'll make sure he doesn't bleed out. I have medical training, remember? Can't save someone from a serious injury, but I can handle small wounds. That, and letting him die in less than a day would be far too easy."
"Understood," Swindle muttered. "Now, why did you call me?"
"Oh, I was just thinking that maybe we could talk and hangout sometime. Maybe come on over to the prison sometime," Vortex asked him.
"Uh, no. How about someplace a little less deadly and horrible, like my place?" Swindle asked him.
"Oh, yeah, the restaurant? If you set me up with a session, sure," Vortex agreed.
"Great. Anything else?"
"Nope." Vortex sprayed something and Swindle wondered what that was. "Swindle, tell me, how long would it take to freeze a hand with liquid nitrogen and smash it?"
"This conversation is over, Vortex," Swindle told him.
"How about a-" Swindle ended the conversation.
"Right, I believe it's time to open up."
"Booth twenty," Bumblebee ordered Beachcomber and he walked off with a large amount of drinks, Swindle watching him go as Bumblebee prepared another large amount of drinks for him. Blurr was working the bar and he was working efficiently and stylishly, showing off despite the cumbersome uniform and occasionally giving a kiss to the customers. Cliffjumper and Rewind were taking orders while Chromedome was fulfilling one. Swindle himself has taken care of a deal with a customer who came to frag and sent him out of the restaurant thirty minutes ago. The next customer should be here soon, although his was anonymous, so he won't know until he entered the restaurant. It was nearing 11:50 and Swindle couldn't help smiling.
Until the door opened and he saw one of the banes of his existence enter the room. A medium size 'Con with varying shades of green for a paint job. "Gutcruncher…," Swindle growled as he left the bat stomped over to him. Gutcruncher looked around until he saw him approaching and he gave a smile to him. "Swindle, how are you-"
"Shut it, scum. Why are you here?" he asked, standing in front of him and crossing his arm.
"Isn't it obvious? I set an appointment to use your newly acquired fragbot, Jazz," he told him, crossing his arm at him. At that, something in Swindle went off as he realized he gave his mortal enemy an appointment to use his services
"You… set an appointment?" Swindle groaned, grasping his head in disbelief.
"Yes, I'll show you the email you gave me if you want," he smiled.
"You fragger… alright, but you're paying regular price. Not the discount everyone else got," Swindle told him.
"I guess I'll take it… thanks for letting us do business," he said, offering his hand out. Swindle refused him, instead crossing his arms and looking at him in disgust.
"Take the hall and entered nearest door on the right hallway. You'll find Jazz their ready to take orders for the fragging session," Swindle told him, moving out of the way to let him move forward. Gutcruncher looked hurt, but continued on, heading off into the hallway. He walked through the hallway quickly, making his way to the room, which opened automatically for him. He entered to see Jazz standing at attention, ready to service him.
"Ah, Jazz, how the mighty has fallen. From second-in-command to a lowly fragbot," he murmured, walking over and placing a hand around his chin, softly rubbing it with his thumb. Jazz glared at him with the most defiant look he could muster. "My, my, after several fragging sessions, you can still pull that look off trapped in a gimp suit and maid uniform. Impressive," he said as he walked behind him began unstrapping the monoglove from him. Jazz was really confused by this as he did this. "I know how this gimp suit works and I'm guessing you follow my every orders. Jazz, shake your head if I'm right." He did so and Gutcruncher unstrapped it and loosen the monoglove, taking it off and tossing it on the bed. He heard something being taken out of subspace and he felt something place in-between his hands, something that felt like a handle. He came back into view and looked back at him in the optics.
"You want to take revenge against the person imprisoning and embarrassing you here, forcing you to frag and be fragged. So, Jazz, here are some orders for you. In your hands is a knife. When Swindle enters the room, stab him to death with it. Go for the voice cords first so he can't give orders, but the spark will also kill him quickly. Make sure you stab him real good, okay," he said, and he saw Jazz's optics brighten in happiness. At that, Gutcruncher smiled smugly. "Good to see you help for," he said as he pat him on the shoulders before walking out. He headed down the hallway and back to the restaurant, where Swindle was waiting by the bar.
"You got done quickly," Swindle noticed, glaring at him.
"Swindle, look at me. I didn't even get a chance to get my pelvic plate off because he wouldn't follow my orders. Did you give him some secret orders not to listen to me?" he asked, amused.
"What? No, he shouldn't be," he growled, heading for the backroom. "I'll check him out."
"Listen, I'll contact you so we can schedule another appointment," he said as he headed out of the restaurant, leaving Swindle to march down the hallway in anger. How the frag could Jazz be not follow orders? Did something freeze or malfunction? He didn't quite know, but he knew once he entered the room once he enters the room, which he was about to. He approached the room and he entered it, seeing Jazz standing still.
"Hey, Jazz. Came to see why you're malfunctioning," he told him as he approached him. He walked towards him as he looked around the room. "Nice to see you're still keeping this clean, so it happen after the last customer's fragging session. Now, what could… that… hey, why is your monoglove on the-"
*Schtsck*
"Guh," Swindle groaned out as he looked down to see a knife deeply embedded near the top of his chest and slightly off-centered. Jazz quickly moved, bringing the knife down towards his spark. "Jazz, stop!" he yelled and he did so, inches from his spark, much to his disappointment. The wound let energon spill out, covering his chest in blue. Swindle stepped back, dislodging the knife from his body and bleed even more. He stumbled out of the room, holding onto his chest and trying to cover the wound to keep himself from bleeding, but failing as energon got all over the floors. He ran down the hallways as quickly as he, running on adrenaline, energon spilling down onto his leg. He entered the bar and immediately, all optics were on his bleeding chest, surprising all the patrons of the room as they wondered what was going on.
"Swindle!" Blurr yelled, jumping over the bar pas the customers and hold on to him, trying to comfort him. "Quit moving. You're moving the energon out of the body faster."
"Need… a… medic," he breathed out.
"They're all at Kaon," a bar patron said as others, including Bumblebee got closer.
"Bumblebee… call Vortex. Call off torture. Get Ambulon. Quickly, before it's too late," he ordered and Bumblebee did so, heading off.
"Hey, hey, Swindle quit talking," Blurr ordered.
"Here's some clothes," Rewind said, bringing it over to him. Blurr grabbed some and covered the wound, trying to keep it in.
"What happen? Who did this," one of the diners said, rubbing his hands nervously.
"Don't let him die. This is the best place around," another of the diners said, coming over with more clothes to hand it to him.
"Thanks. It all depends on whether Vortex got anxious enough to go ahead and start the torture early," Blurr murmured.
Inside a dark, sinister room, two bots were inside with various torture instruments. The one standing was a gray helicopter while the one strapped to the chair was white and red with yellow around the side and top of his white face. His paint job was a bit sloppy, showing off some purple in some spots, letting people know who he used to work for. The gray helicopter was standing over him, a buzzsaw in his hands as he stood over him and the one strapped to the chair looked scared for his life. "You know, thinking this through, I was wondering how I should kick this off. Do I start small, like inflicting small cuts, or start big, like ripping your organs out. And I've decided, I'll start with one of your hands!" he shouted as he started the buzzsaw and lowered it to the hand. Ambulon looked at it, scare for his life, and started screaming and shaking, trying to break out.
*Me and Swindle are the best of friends!
Can't imagine the world without my little buddy!*
Vortex's atonal singing filled the room up. Vortex paused and stared awkwardly at Ambulon, who was also confused by what he heard. Vortex shut the buzzsaw off and told him in an embarrassed tone, "Sorry. My ringtone for Swindle. Let me answer that and I'll get back to sawing your hands off, 'kay," he said, getting his communicator out to answer it, leaving Ambulon to stare with his mouth open in confusion. "Yeah, what do you want, Swindle?... Huh? Who are you?... Why are you calling with his phone?... Say what?... You're kidding me… fine." He hung up and glared at Ambulon. "You are officially the luckiest bastard alive right now," he told him, walking over and unstrapping him from the chair.
"Wait, what? What's going on?" he asked, confused but elated.
"All of the doctors in the city are at Kaon for a meeting, which means the only doctor around is you," he told him, freeing his left arm and stepping back. "You can do the rest, right?" he asked, drawing a gun and pointing it at him.
"Uh, yeah," Ambulon muttered, beginning to unstrap his right arm.
"Good. My little buddy has a life-and-death wound and you are the only one who can save him. Now move quickly. We don't have much time," he told him.
"Got it," he said, moving quicker.
"If he dies, I'll make this torture worst for you."
"Shut up. You're making me nervous and I get sloppy when I'm nervous," he ordered. He waved his hand in the air, offended.
"Wow, look at you like you have some semblance of power," he mocked. "Please remember you're on the side that you betray us for that we beat. You're on the lowest spot of the totem pole," he reminded, pointing the gun at him. "You and the other traitors like Drift are so hated here, it's insane."
"Yeah, maybe, but I'm the only one who can save his life, right?" Ambulon asked, looking at him. "That means that I have the power of life and death."
"Yes, you do," Vortex agreed, walking over and placing the gun at his head. "Either you both died, with you getting a substantially more painful death, or you both live, with you maybe rising up the totem pole slightly. Now, unstrap yourself so we get the hell out of here and save Swindle!"
"Dammit, why did this had to happen," Blurr muttered to himself as Swindle rested on the bar. The other maids had guided the patron out and apologized for closing for the day, but surprisingly enough, there was still plenty of people outside, waiting to see what happens to Swindle. All the maids were doing their best to cover the wound and prevent bleed out, except Beachcomber, whose lack of useable arms meant he was relegated to sitting on the bench and watching the spectacle. Blurr kept talking to Swindle, trying to keep him awake. "Swindle, keep looking at me," he ordered, noticing him drifting off. He gazed back over at him, awake.
"Blurr… keep… the money… safe," Swindle muttered, fading in and out.
"Swindle… we'll worry about that later. Vortex should be here soon with Ambulon," he told him.
"If I… die… give money… to other Combaticons," he told him.
"He's delusional," Bumblebee muttered.
"No kidding," he agreed. "Must be the pain."
*Slam!*
"Hey, assholes! I got Swindle's savior," Vortex proclaimed, dragging Ambulon in with a box of tools in his grasp.
"Watch it! Be careful," he complained as he stumbled in.
"Over here!" Blurr shouted and Ambulon rushed on over.
"Make way! Make way!" he shouted, brushing people away and arrived at Swindle, placing the toolbox off to the side and removed the cloth from the chest, allowing him to look at the wound. "Damn, the knife made a deep laceration. Any more to the left and he would've hit the spinal strut, maybe even sever it. If that happened, I wouldn't even had been called here," Ambulon said as he withdraw a bottle with a clear liquid and a syringe. He opened the bottle and injected it inside, withdrawing the liquid into the syringe and injecting it into the neck. "This is an anesthetic. It'll dull the pain greatly by switching the receptors off." He injected it into the neck and Swindle groaned loudly as he did so.
"That didn't sound good," Vortex muttered as he got closer to him and brought a knife close to his neck. "You're not doing anything stupid, are you?" Ambulon glared at him in response.
"The only stupid one here is you for trying to interfere in my job," Ambulon said. "I know I made quite possibly the worst decision from a logical standpoint joining the Autobots, but that doesn't affect my medical skills at all, so back off and let me prevent your gestaltmate from dying." Vortex recoiled from shock from his defiance and step back.
"…Alright, but if he dies, this knife is forming a racetrack on your body, got that," he threatened.
"Understood," he said as he got a squirt bottle with green fluids in it and pointed it above his wound. "He might be in pain, but don't get mad. This is to destroy technopathogens that might've entered the wound, as well as to hopefully prevent the tubes from bleeding highly," he said as he sprayed the wound with it and Swindle groaned loudly at that and he could see Vortex in the corner of his eye wanting to draw closer to help him, but he pushed him back. I got this. If you want to help, hold onto him and make sure he doesn't move much as he can as I start closing all these wounds. In fact, everyone, let me see your hands," he asked and everyone did so. Ambulon was confused by everyone except Vortex wearing gloves, but ignored that as he sprayed all of their hands with it. "Alright, that should kill the technopathogens, especially yours Vortex, so try your best to stop bleeding while I get things together," he said and the others nodded as they closed the wounds and he got objects from the bag. "All these tools are clean, right Vortex?"
"Should be. They haven't been used in a long time and those boxes should be airtight," he answered.
"Great," he said as he started getting clamps out and brought them to the tubes. "Let me closed all of these wounds up." He brought the clamps to the tubes that were not being taken care of by the others to prevent bleeding and quickly getting to work to prevent bleeding from the other tubes as well in ten tense minutes, leaving one wound still bleeding. "The Gardima mount. The energon maker sends the energon it makes there where it is sent to everyone else in the body. That's not getting fix by a clamp," he said as he brought a piece of moldable plastic out and over to the wound. "Didn't cut in deep, but enough to cause bleeding. Gotta close it stat," he said as he brought it into the wound. He softly inserted it and began filling it out, ignoring the bleeding until it was closed completely and he pushed to make sure it was closed. "Alright, he should stop bleeding. Now let's reconnect the tubes so he can get it moving about," he said, getting the welder out in his left hand. "This is going to hurt, by the way," he told Vortex.
"I can tell. I've used a welder before," he told him.
"I'm doubting it's in a medical matter," Ambulon said as he used his right hand to manipulate the clamps to get the tubes together and began fusing the tubes together, moving in a circular fashion for each tube to conjoin them, but not closed them off from each other. He did this to each one reconnecting seven tubes together. "Okay, that's done. Now, as for the wires… that's going to require extensive surgery involving equipment I don't have," he told Vortex, looking over to him. "He'll live, but he'll have problems moving slightly."
"What would it take to fix those wires?" Vortex asked.
"Well, I would require a composite linchpin for each separated bundle of wires, probably twenty of them. As you should know, those are hard to come by," he answered. In response, Vortex looked at him with a mocking look before flicking Swindle's head, making him moan.
"What…," Swindle moaned.
"Where's the composite linchpins? You got everything under the sun, so where is it?" he muttered.
"Don't have any… but have a 3D printer. Make some from that," he ordered.
"I'll go do it," Blurr said, running off.
"Get a thin sheet of metal the size of this wound as well!" Ambulon shouted as he disappeared. With him gone, Ambulon prepared for it, getting the severed wires close together in preparation for it. When that was done, he waited for Blurr to get back and looked around. He then noticed that all the employees here were waiting tight, cumbersome clothing and that they were all Autobots. That immensely confused him.
"Uh, Vortex, why are their Autobots working as servers and wearing clothing?" he asked, looking at them oddly before removing the clamps from Swindle's body.
"Oh, them. They're Swindle's maids here and most of them brainwashed," Vortex told him.
"We're not brainwash. We love Swindle and we enjoy working for him," Chromedome immediately defended him.
"See what I mean?" Vortex told him.
"That logic is circular," Rewind said.
"Brainwashed, but still smart."
"O… kay…," Ambulon mummed as he looked at them and noticed their bulges. "And the bulge."
"Our spikes," Bumblebee said, getting closer to him. "You know, I can show you it in private."
"Uh, no thanks," he said, pushing Bumblebee back. "I'm fine."
"I'm back," Blurr said, rushing over.
"Alright, finally," Ambulon said, glad to be done with the conversation. Blurr brought it over and gave him a small box and the thin sheet of metal. He opened it and retrieved the composite linchpins, getting to work on the wires, connecting them together, each one allowing electricity to go through the wire again. "This is mostly a temporary fix. He'll need knew wires, which will required a bunch of things I don't have, like a completely sterile room," he said, glaring at everyone before finishing it off. "In theory, he should be good for life, but they break easily with too much physical stress."
"Well, considering that we're in peace time, he should be good," Vortex said.
"And yet, here we in with him having a deep laceration that would be deadly, even in wartime, much less peacetime. Seriously, who would be stupid enough to do this?" he asked them.
"Yeah, Swindle, who did this?" Vortex leaning in to listen to him.
"I'm… not sure, but… I think… Gutcruncher is involved," Swindle told him.
"Oh, come on," Vortex yelled, backing off. "You always blame Gutcruncher for bad things that happen to you."
"Especially since Gutcruncher left the restaurant just before Swindle got attacked," Cliffjumper muttered. "He couldn't possibly be the one who did it."
"Listen… Jazz stabbed me…." Swindle told them.
"Wait, Jazz stabbed you? But he doesn't have any free will," Blurr muttered.
"I know… he couldn't do it himself… so someone had to… give him orders… to do so," he explained.
"And Gutcruncher was the last one to use Jazz," Cliffjumper.
"Yes."
"Where's Jazz?" Vortex asked.
"He's in the first side room… on the right, still… frozen in the same position… when he stabbed me," he told them.
"So he isn't a threat?"
"No."
"Alright, done," Ambulon said, getting his hands out. "All of his wires are connected together with three left to spare."
"Great, now what?"
"One more spray down to disinfect his wounds and then closing him up," Ambulon told them as he got the bottle and sprayed inside his body. Once that was done, he grabbed the thing sheet of metal and put it over the wound, follow by him shutting the wound tight by welding the piece of metal to it. "Okay… done," Ambulon said, grabbing some medical tape and wrapping it around his body. "He should be good."
"Oh… great," Vortex said, relieved. "I won't butcher you today, Amby."
"Good, I'll go tell the crowed outside so that they can leave happy that their favorite place is still going," Blurr said, walking off and out of the restaurant to tell the crowed outside about the situation.
"Well, what should we do now?" Bumblebee asked.
"Get him to his room. He needs lots of rest," Ambulon said, cutting the tape off and putting it back in the box. "He also need lots of energon to refill the lost one and I mean the lot. Might as well fix up a catheter to send energon in his systems for the night."
"Well, here," Chromedome said, grabbing a bottle from the bar and handing it to him. "Energon. Straight-up."
"Thank you," Ambulon said, grabbing it and holding his head up. "Drink up, Swindle. You need this," he said, placing the bottle in his mouth and angled it up slowly. He drank it up slowly, happy to get something to drink. He kept drinking until the bottle was completely empty and he removed it.
"Oh… that was good," Swindle said.
"Alright, now we should take him up to his room and get the catheter set up," Ambulon told them.
"Alright," Vortex said, picking him up bridal style "Let's head on up. That's where his room is, right?" he asked the maids.
"Yeah, first door you see coming up," Chromedome told him.
"There's a bunch of energon in our vats and in his kitchen in his room," Bumblebee added.
"Great. That'll help," Ambulon said as Blurr entered the room again and he could see the crowd disperse outside. "Hey, we're taking him upstairs."
"Oh, good, he needs to rest," Blurr said, walking on over. "Need any help?"
"Yes, you're help specifically. Operate the 3D printer to get our catheter," he told him, packing his toolbox up. "The rest of you, check out Jazz. Made sure he doesn't attack anybody again," he told them and walked out of the room down the hallway. They quickly went down the hallway and made their way up the stairs into Swindle's suite. Blurr separated and entered another room while the others entered Swindle's room. Vortex laid him on his bed and Ambulon came over to check him out. "You okay, Swindle?" Ambulon asked.
"Yeah," he said, looking at his arms and clicking a few buttons.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Modifying something," he said before laying his arms back on the side. "You're a good doctor."
"Yeah, well, consider yourself lucky you call me when you did. Vortex was about to take one of my hands off with a buzzsaw," he told him, glaring at Vortex.
"That would've been terrible if that happened."
"Yeah, you would've been dead. Be glad I did some foreplay before I started," he told him.
"Foreplay?" Ambulon gawked.
"Yep. It's my own special kind called torture foreplay. It's when you get them scared to death before you start inflicting pain on them. Has a lot to do with actual foreplay," he told them.
"Well… that's good to know, although it was kind of ruined when that horrible ringtone went off."
"Ringtone?!" Swindle yelled, sitting up. "Vortex, if it's that song you made for me, I swear I'll-"
"Swindle, calm down!" he yelled, pushing him back against the bed.
"You heard that song right? It makes my audio receptors bleed," Swindle told him.
"I still don't know how that song made you audio receptors bleed," Vortex muttered.
"Wait, it actually made his audio receptors bleed?" Ambulon asked, shocked.
"Hey, got you catheter," Blurr said, rolling it in along with a jug of energon.
"Good. Bring it here," Ambulon ordered and he brought it over, rolling it next to him. Ambulon opened his toolbox up and grabbed a jar of powder and a brushed. He dipped the brush in the powder and grabbed his head before rubbing against the side of his neck, revealing a line slightly off-centered. Ambulon set them aside and grabbed the tube attached to the catheter and injected it into the blue line, making Swindle winced. Ambulon grabbed the jug and opened the catheter, pouring the energon in the catheter and opened the tubes, letting the energon enter his body. "There we go. Energon should enter your body at a steady rate."
"You're a life-saver, Ambulon," Swindle smiled before waving Blurr over. He did so and leaned in which let him whisper something to him. Ambulon backed off and stood next to Vortex, smiling slightly.
"Well, good to know I can still help," Ambulon said happily.
"Yeah… you're officially my favorite traitor," Vortex said, patting him on the back, making him jump slightly, but relax all the same.
"Okay," Blurr said, stepping back. "Hey, Ambulon, can you follow me? Swindle has something that he wants me to give you,"" he told him, stepping out of the room. Ambulon looked at Vortex and Swindle before stepping out of the room, following in his footsteps.
"What do you want to give me?" Ambulon asked.
"You'll know in a second. You should consider yourself really lucky. Traitors usually don't get to see the sunlight again when they're caught, much less actually get out of the prison," he chuckled.
"Well, I was about to be sadistically tortured by Vortex when you called and saved me from death. So, I just got lucky by you needing a doctor," he said as they exited the room and begin walking down the stairs.
"Yeah, all the doctors were called out for a meeting… funded by Gutcruncher. Damn, he was planning this all along," Blurr realized as they reached the bottom and went down the hallway.
"A meeting for the doctors… funded by Gutcruncher, the guy who made Jazz knife Swindle? So when Swindle is stabbed, there would be no medical professionals around," he murmured.
"Except for you, scheduled for tortured today. You were the one who messed his plan up."
"Yeah…, but why kill Swindle?"
"I don't know. I want to know," Blurr said as they stopped at a door and he opened it, showing off an empty room. "Please step inside and I'll close the door behind."
"What's in there?" he asked, looking around.
"You're gift. All you have to do to activate it. Don't worry, it won't kill you or majorly harm you in any way. It's all perfectly, especially since Swindle really wants you alive and unharmed," he told him.
"You're sure?" Ambulon asked.
"Positive. You're valuable," he told him.
"Alright," Ambulon muttered, taking a deep breathe before taking two steps inside. Immediately, Blurr closed the door behind him, and Ambulon looked back at it nervously. Whelp, it's too late to turn back now. He stepped forward, looking around for anything in the barren room to indicate where he should go. He had just reached the center when he felt grabbed him and jerked him off the ground and into the air. He flicked his head around, trying to find the source that grabbed him, but found nothing that could be holding him. He heard the sound of machines moving and the wall moved to show off latex and rubber apparel to put on him. At that moment, he realized he was making him into another maid.
Metal arms came out of the wall and began the process, starting with coming over and ripping his pelvic and aft plate off, revealing his purple spike and valve. Evidently, he never bother to paint that to his new paint job, which embarrassed him greatly. The arms did him a favor by putting purple latex panties with red trimmings on him, resting it gently on him and having a zipper for his spike and a hole for his valve. He thought he would've felt better with the panties covering him, but instead, that made him felt extremely weird having it on. He would've much prefer just having it off.
He could see a purple rubber object heading for him and he felt this wrapped it around his body. The arms quickly got to work tightening the overbust corset with white lace, causing him to scream out in pain it that. They cinched it up from the hips all the way to below the shoulders, tightening it up so he was a fifth thinner. Ambulon gave a loud groan as they finished up and got the next set of clothing. He knew some of the Autobots looked thinner from when he last saw them, but he didn't expect something that painful. He practically felt his organs getting crushed, although he knew that the amount he was thinner wasn't enough to seriously injure him. Painful, but not crippling.
Red latex stockings came into view and was brought over to him. At the same time, he felt a prick at the back of his neck, causing him to yelp in shock and attempt to rub it. When that failed, he moaned in defeat and watched as they slipped a stocking upped his left leg, going all the way up to the middle of his thigh, sticking close to him, and then tied a white bow at the top of his stocking. The arm quickly did the same to his other leg, making them match. After that, the arms gave a quick rundown, making sure there was no wrinkles on the stocking, which had the added benefit of turning him on, making him moaned loudly. He wouldn't feel like this if he was feeling regular, so it had to be something foreign that made him feel like this. Probably with the syringe that injected something in him, probably something to heighten the pleasure receptors.
As the arms were rubbing at his feet, the arms suddenly jerked his feet completely down into a right angle, making him suddenly gasped in pain. He looked down at his feet, the arms keeping his legs bent painfully, bringing hell on his ankle rotators. He heard more arms moving and he looked up to see purple, rubber ballet boots for his feet coming forward and he inwardly cringe. His ankle rotators were going to be in a lot of pain for a long time. The arms stuff his feet up his legs, going all the way up right above his knees and encased it in red lace. He grunted in pain as they did so, knowing that this was going to be constant. The arms did the same to his other leg and was done, leaving him to deal with the pain. He tried his best to ignore the pain and the feelings all the clothing was making him feel, but it wasn't that easy, considering it was painful, invasive, and in purple, which was evil. It was obvious they were trying to make him think about his old colors.
He felt something on the tips of his left fingers and saw red gloves going on his hands and climbing up the arms to his shoulders, tightly enclosing his arm. The gloves were a bit different from the other gloves, having a symbol on the back of his hand and his palm, having a white circle with a red star of life in the center, making it known he's a medic. Ambulon mummed in joy as they covered his arm and it continued as they covered his other arm and then they started rubbing the arms, making him feel elated. Regardless of whether or not he wants to do this, at least it was pleasurable, which was better than most of the things Decepticons would do to him. Granted, he could feel his spike going erect, which was embarrassing, and his ankle rotators and insides were in pain from the corset, but he'll take that over torture anytime.
He could see yellow latex coming over and looked up to see a blouse coming his way. The arms maneuver the blouse onto him and buttoned him up. He felt it covering his entire chest, the sleeves going down to the middle of his forearms, the bottom resting right on his hips, and a collar at the bottom of the neck. The arms began rubbing all over his body, starting from the top of his shoulders and rubbing him down all the way down to his hips, removing the wrinkles. Each rub down made him have pangs in his body and he squirmed around like a worm. This was getting extremely erotic. The rubdown stopped and a white tie was wrapped around his neck and descended down to his chest, this one being in the shape of a star in life with a purple metal crest with a Decepticon symbol on it keeping it together.
Purple covered his view and he felt more latex going down his body. He moaned in satisfaction as the dress covered his body, the sleeves going down to the wrist, the dress's collar a V-neck from the middle of his shoulders down to waist, leaving the tie to perfectly mimic the star of life, and the bottom holding his legs together at a forth up his knees. The dress had a zipper on his spike and a hole at his valve, frills on the end of the sleeve, collar, and bottom, and a symbol on the front, side, and back of his shoulders, showing off a purple star of life with a white circle background. The arms began a rubdown, erasing any traces of wrinkles and making him shudder in happiness as they did so, the loudest being when they rubbed his spike, which probably could've filled the whole building if it wasn't soundproof. Damn, he knew that this was bad as this was artificial, but this felt so good to him.
The arms showed off a red-purple-and-white, latex apron and brought it over to him. They wrapped it around the hips and it went down in a circular pattern to the middle of his thighs. It was red on the straps and around the apron in frills with a white inside followed by a purple star of life in the center. The zipper went from the top of the star down to the bottom of it. Ambulon groaned from the increased pressured to his spike ad groaned once more when they straighten it out, rubbing his spike so much that he was practically ready to cum, only through something holding him back from doing so. He only felt relief when they went away, leaving to get the final accessories of his clothing.
A red, rubber waist cincher came into view and was wrapped around him under his cut, continuing to thin his waist when he was cinched up in purple lace. He groaned in equal parts pain and excitement when they did so. His organs was continuing to be crushed as he felt more turned on. This feeling would continue for his neck as a purple corset was wrapped around his neck and was laced in white at the front. Ambulon cringed when it did so. The neck was already tightly packed with tubes and wires. This compressed them even more and was a lot more painful, although the sexual needs he had felt a little more powerful, although both was building up plenty.
The final act brought out bows in a star shape, starting by pinning five medium-white, white bows from the base of his foot to his knees. A large purple bow was brought to the back of his waist cincher and pinned at the back of his waist cincher, the sides as long as him, the top reaching the back of his neck and the bottom reaching his knees. Each separate piece had its own white strand reaching down to the center, forming a star in the center knot. A white bow was brought to the front of the neck, the height and length being that of the corset and had a red line going through it. Small white bows were brought to the side of his apron's straps. Yellow bows were brought to the bottom his dress at the front and sides and pinned on. Purple bows were brought to the side and back of his head and pinned there. The last thing was a latex, purple nurse cap was brought and placed on his head and pinned there, with a white circle and purple star in it at each side of the cap.
With that done, the invisible bonds made him descend down to the ground while most of the arms receded except for one. The invisible bonds brought his hands to the side and brought the legs next to each other to touch. The arm came up to him and wrapped blue, latex tape around his heels, ankles, knees, thighs, hips, waist, and shoulders, keeping him completely bound and even more in pleasure. The arms receded and the walls closed up. Unlike before, the door to the room was opened instead and Blurr walked over to him. "You know, you should be glad you're a gifted surgeon, or else we would've run this process all the way through," Blurr said as he walked over to the package and picked him up bridal style. Ambulon felt more pangs running through him as he Blurr touched him. He was highly sensitive to touch now.
"Erg, well, you're skipping the brainwashing?" Ambulon asked as he looked into Blurr's optics as they left the room and started walking down the hall.
"It's not brainwashing," Blurr insisted.
"Whatever. You're not messing with my brain is what you're saying," he specified.
"Well, correct," he murmured. "Swindle's too worried that doing anything to your brain will hurt your medical skills, which he needs."
"That's good to know… although I can do with the erection he's given me," he told him, looking at the bulge in the purple star.
"Well, he wants you to feel pleasure," he said as he walked up the stairs.
"And pain. These heels and corsets aren't the most comfortable things around," he winced.
"You'll get used to it, like everyone has. It makes us all look better," Blurr told him. "The Decepticons give so many compliments."
"Well, how about next time, you make him not use purple. I don't like being reminded of my old colors," he told him, looking himself over. "I changed my paintjob for a reason."
"You were a Decepticon once. Swindle just wants to help you remember it," he said as they reached the top of the stairs and entered Swindle's suite.
"I don't like it."
"Come on, we've lack anybody wearing purple as a primary color. It's good to have diversity here," Blurr complained.
"He's a dick," he muttered as the door opened and they entered Swindle's suite where Swindle still laid in bed, Vortex was hanging around, and Red Alert was up with a datapad, writing down information. When the door opened, attention turned to them and Swindle smiled.
"Hey, looks like my new nurse is all dressed up," he cheerily said, sitting up before giving a grunt and laying back down on the bed. "Ow!" he moaned.
"Don't sit up anymore, you idiot. Let the wound heal up and you'll be fine," Ambulon chastised and Blurr carried him over to a chair and sat him down in it.
"Good to know *cough cough* that you're still giving me good medical advice," Swindle complimented.
"I'm just doing this to keep me from going back into Vortex's Torture Chamber of Pain," he scoffed.
"Oh, I like that. Catchy with a good ring to it," Vortex said with a grin.
"Look," Red Alert interrupted, "I'll report this to Megatron and see if he get anyone on Gutcruncher to arrest him."
"I have a feeling that won't work," Swindle muttered. "He wouldn't do something like this unless he had something that makes him valuable and something to protect. Probably giving Megatron weapons, drugs, or electronics in exchange for allowing him to get away with some stuff."
"So, wait, you're saying Megatron is going to be okay with him almost killing you?" Vortex asked, pissed.
"No, because I'm just as valuable, but more than likely he'll get a warning instead of being arrested and taking a nice vaca with Vortex," Swindle told him.
"Dammit!" he yelled, smashing his fist against the wall and making a crack.
"That costs money to repair."
"Sorry."
"So, I shouldn't report this?" Red Alert asked.
"No, do so, but asked for a restraining order. I want him away from Iacon. He might be able to allow that," Swindle told him.
"On it," he said, walking out.
"Now, Vortex," he murmured, looking back at him, "I believe you have a prison to run."
"That can wait. I rather-"
"Vortex, I don't want Megatron and Onslaught on you for ignoring your duties," Swindle told him. "Get out and… torture someone. It'll make you feel better."
"That's some family-friendly advice to offer someone. Go torture someone. That'll make you feel better," Ambulon chuckled.
"But- but, I'm only allow to torture traitors without consequence and Ambulon is off-limits now, thanks to you," Vortex growled.
"Then… how about you tried some on yourself," he recommended, which earned odd looks from the two watchers.
"Uh, Swindle, you are kidding right? Why would-"
"Fine, I need something to kill the boredom," Vortex agreed, much to Ambulon's surprised.
"Are you a masochist?"
"No, I just need to inflict pain on something without getting in trouble," Vortex said, heading out. "I'll come see you tomorrow, Swindle. Stay healthy and don't let sparkeaters eat you," he said before leaving.
"I swear, he's crazy," Ambulon muttered, leaning in his chair, still bound by the latex tape. "So, you're just going to keep me bound up?"
"No, just for the day. It's your job to watch over me and Blurr will do whatever you say," Swindle told him, and Blurr nodded with a smile.
"Oh, he will?" Ambulon asked.
"Yeah," Swindle told him.
"Great. Blurr, can you give me a blowjob?" Ambulon asked, surprising both of them.
"Uh, you sure the brainwashing procedure didn't take place?" Swindle asked Blurr.
"I'm positive."
"Look at me. I'm erect. I need to over-load and you're going to do it, Blurr," he told him.
"Eh, you know what? Fine. Blurr, do it. This is a place fine establishment filled with deliciousness and fragging, and I'll be remiss if someone who needs to over-load doesn't get happiness happening to them," Swindle agreed.
"Except Jazz," Blurr muttered as he walked over to Ambulon and started unzipping him.
"He deserved it," Swindle said, unsympathetic.
"Right," he said, finishing it off and showing off his purple spike. "Did someone painted your spike?"
"No, I didn't paint that to red and white. Figured no one was going to see it very often," Ambulon scoffed.
"You seriously need to contract your paint job to someone who knows what they're doing, like Knock Out," Swindle told him as Blurr enveloped his spike. Ambulon shuttered as Blurr got deeper and started sucking and waving his tongue around his spike as well as rubbing his hand against his thighs, making him grunt and wiggle inside his bonds. He was going to over-load in a few seconds. Just a few more seconds, things will build up and would…
"Ah!" Ambulon shouted, cumming into Blurr's mouth, who enjoyed the taste of it in his mouth, moaning excitedly. He swallowed it and gladly licked Ambulon's spike clean, getting every last excess amount of it. When that was done, he disengaged himself and zipped up his spike, Ambulon resting in his chair with a smile on his face. "Thank you," Ambulon moaned as he finished zipping him up and Blurr gave him a kiss on his forehead.
"Don't fall asleep on me. I need you to make sure nothing bad happens to me when while I recharge," Swindle ordered. Ambulon gave an annoyed sigh as he looked back at him.
"Well, maybe if I wasn't force to sit in this chair, I might be a little more inclined to stay up," Ambulon muttered.
"Too bad. Stay up and stay there, nice, tight, and comfortable."
"These heels and corsets are not that comfortable."
"You'll get used to it. Trust me, if you think sitting down is uncomfortable, wait until you stand up and place your entire weight on the tip of your feet," Swindle told him. Ambulon scowled at him, not enjoying what he said, before he laid back and kept his optics on him.
"Alright, I'll sit here like a good boy. Just make sure I stay well-fed," Ambulon agreed.
"You got it. The energon here is wonderful. Much better than the prison's energon," Swindle told him.
"Yeah, whatever. Just glad to be here."
"As am I. You know what the patrons were saying?" Swindle asked him.
"What?"
"They were glad to have my place here," he smiled. "They need me."
