Changing Attitudes

Changing Attitudes

"He's mine first you piece of slag!" Motormaster bellowed, grabbing Wild Rider and throwing him hard against the wall.

Wisely, Dead End moved away from the prone Technobot. Watching silently as the powerful black Mech, kicked Nosecone with all of his might. The battered Technobot groaned and curled up in a ball.

Reaching down, Motormoster picked the smaller Mech up and slammed him against the wall. With his free hand he ripped off some of Nosecone's panels. Grinning at the Mech's terror-filled optics Motormaster began to unlatch his codpiece.

Laughter interrupted the Stunticon's fun; Whirling around, his optics scanned for the source of that familiar laughter. Locking onto the Seeker, he glared at her.

"I should rip out your vocals for interrupting my fun!" he threatened, not caring that she was above him in rank. No con, other than Galvatron, dared interrupt him like this! And even Galvatron respected the Stunticon Leader's strength, somewhat.

Raptor looked down her nose at the ground Mech. "Oh, by all means Motormaster, proceed with your 'fun'. Let me watch how a fine warrior degrades himself by thrusting his flaming spark into the worthless chassis of an Autobot."

Wild Rider and Dead End stared at each other in disbelief, this femme may be the FA Commander – but no one talked to Motormaster like that! They grabbed Nosecone as their leader predictably went after the Seeker. Wild Rider grinning as he anticipated seeing the femme smeared all over the wall.

Raptor motioned for her servant to step away. Silverbolt did so and kneeled by the wall. His optics met Nosecone's briefly, the confusion in the Technobot's face, tearing him apart. The former Aerialbot had no earthly idea what the Seeker was up to, taking the powerful ground Mech on – but he had confidence that it was part of her long term goal.

Motormaster was upon Raptor in the blink of an optic. She allowed him to grab her arms, and then suddenly she threw herself backwards. The momentum of the heavy ground Mech causing him to fly over her and go crashing against the wall. Swiftly, she flipped to her thrusters in a ready crouch, her crimson optics gleaming. "Mmmm, I do so enjoy sparring a powerful Mech. So much more satisfying than raping a worthless bot;" her tone was low, almost sensual.

Grunting in anger, the black Mech got to his feet and went after her again. Dodging her swift kick to his face, but not quit avoiding her follow-up right hook. Stepping back, he glared at her and went on the offensive again. This time he hit her with laser fire at close range.

All the Mechs stared in disbelief as the energy was simply absorbed by her shields and redirected to her power cores!

Grinning at Motormaster, she thanked him for the power boost – and slammed into him with a twirling roundhouse. The force of her kick made the big Mech stagger back. And then she teleported behind him; suddenly attacking him with a volley of swift offensive kicks. The Mech was unprepared for such a swift, complete attack. As he whirled to try and defend himself; she teleported above him, coming crashing down with her thrusters hard on the backs of his shoulders.

As he staggered, she landed lightly in a crouch behind him, twirling her legs out. He came crashing down on his face as she took his legs out from under him. Weight hit his back, as the Seeker leaped on top of him, twisting one of his arms behind him and holding him down.

She ran her other hand sensuously up his back. "You are very impressive Motormaster. You fight almost as well as Galvatron himself." She slipped her fingers under one of his panels, caressing his sensitive circuits underneath. "Do you think you can satisfy as well as he?" she whispered in his audios, as a reactionary tremble went through the Mech underneath her.

It was well-known that she and their leader engaged in rather vicious sparring matches prior to overloading. And for her to compare any con to Galvatron, was considered a major compliment within their ranks. Not known for their monogamy, Decepticons were free to find pleasure where ever and how ever they wanted – so Motormaster knew there'd be no retributions if he overloaded with Galvatron's favorite.

So right then and there, Motormaster tried his best to prove that he could satisfy as well as Galvatron. The two Autobots watched incredulously, and the two Stunticons snickered while they shot each other sly looks.

As Raptor rebooted, she slowly stood up and scanned the room. Enjoying the fact she'd had an audience. Striding up to the Technobot being held by the two Stunticons, she grabbed his throat and forced him to stand. "Weaker cons may rape you. But when you're finally broken, you shall be my servant, as is Silverbolt."

With that, she turned on her heels and strode out of the room. Silverbolt quietly stood and followed her out. Nosecone stared after them in shock. Shock that the Aerialbot made no moves to help him, and shock that the Seeker made it so obvious as to her contempt of cons raping Autobots.

Motormaster stood up, his optics dazed. Glancing at his two comrades he nodded at the helpless Mech. "You weak cons can have him. He's too pathetic for my spark to touch."

Kicking the Technobot one more time, the big black Mech strolled out.

Dead End and Wild Rider looked at each other than at Nosecone.

"Ya, you're too pathetic for me too," Wild Rider mumbled, thrusting his knee into the Mech's chest.

Dead End snickered as Nosecone groaned and sank to the floor. He stomped down on the back of the Mech's neck. "You'll be broken, just like you all will be. Might as well deal with it."

Then he was alone, as the two left his cell.

A New Civilian

A few weeks later, Raptor looked on with quiet satisfaction as Brawl threw a barely conscious Technobot into the corner of her quarters. Nosecone was beat up pretty badly, but it didn't appear he'd been raped much.

Silverbolt silently looked on, his very core repulsed by it all. But he saw that Nosecone had suffered far less than he himself had. Perhaps what Raptor had done, was causing a shift of thought to go across the Decepticon ranks. For more cons now thought it was beneath them to join sparks with a bot. This would help future captives.

"Put him on the bunk," Raptor ordered.

As he complied, Nosecone looked up at his former comrade. Confusion was still across his face. "Why?" he asked weakly.

Silverbolt put him down gently on the hard bunk. "You will learn," he told him.

Raptor came over and sat down next to the weak Mech, running her fingers lightly his damaged chassis, she put a finger across his lips. "Change comes from within. Now you shall be within, just as Silverbolt is." Nodding to the minicons, she authorized them to begin repairs.

Not really understanding fully what she meant by that, the intelligent Technobot had realized one very important thing. Before she had insinuated that only 'weak cons' joined sparks with a bot, he'd been raped repeatedly. Afterwards, very few had joined with him. Fewer as time went on. As he watched the two, he realized that Silverbolt was sporting dual-insignias.

His blue optics widened in shock! Silverbolt was working with this violent femme, to slowly change the Decepticons from within. To change their culture, their values, even as the cons were slowly conquering the bots. This would make it easier for the groups to one day merge.

The Seeker looked into his optics with satisfaction. "I see you understand. Do you swear to follow me, to obey me, to look through the violence and see the final goal?"

Yes, it killed Nosecone to even think about serving her. But if there was a chance to actually change the cons from within – she was that chance. He knew Prime would tell him to do it, to do anything that might eventually change the cons. So he nodded, giving her his word.

She gently rubbed his dented helm, and kissed him tenderly. "You are no longer bot nor con, you are civilian."

Silverbolt put the dual insignias over his Autobot insignia. Raptor whispered in his audios, "One day, I too shall wear the same insignias."

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