...-the spike penetrates him and he fights feebly against the choking hold on his neck.
No.
Please.
Let me breathe.
You've won.
He hears Fireflash's purring sound of satisfaction when the spike sheathes itself fully inside him.
"So tight." The black and red Sire praises.
The spike begins to thrust with a rapid erratic pace.
"Gonna ruin it again and again."
A deep groan of wicked pleasure.
"Fill you with my fluids. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The deranged seeker breathes, while Thundercracker's optics are bright with fear.
He has no energy left to fight against the inevitable, he is barely conscious at this point, awareness slowly slipping into darkness at the loss of air and energon to his processor.
Please...
Fireflash overloads and the grip lessens.
A loud desperate inhale of air, while the sudden rush of energon to his processor leaves him dizzy for precious seconds. His chance to escape evaporates with Fireflash regaining control after the overload, and against his will, his chestplates are coaxed open.
"No! Don't." He whispers, fighting weakly beneath the larger seeker, "Please. Don't."
The spike still inside him grows hard again, and then he is met by the sight of the black and red seeker's spark.
"Let me see you, my dear. I have been waiting for this moment for so long. You always feel so overwhelmingly refreshing compared to everyone else."
He pushes at the frame pinning him to the berth, shaking his head frantically.
"I will not be denied!"
A harsh grip to his left wing has him arcing in a violent onslaught of pain.
"Open, or I'll do it again."
He continues to shake his head in denial, and the wing is bent to the point of almost breaking. A scream is forced from his vocalizer by the unbearable intensity of painful feedback he receives from the wing.
The grip is unrelenting, the pain unending, and he capitulates when it becomes too much for his systems.
His spark chamber opens, and the light of his spark mixes with Fireflash's.
"There you are." The black and red seeker states, pleased, "Was it so bad? Why do you always fight it?"
Because I don't want this.
Tears fall from his optics when the merge is initiated. To feel the depraved Sire's spark against his, while the spike stutters in another overload, fills him with revulsion.
Yet, he remains passive on the berth, allowing it to happen.
Any will to fight the sparking is gone.
What can he do?
Nothing.
...-the slow measured thrusts of the spike in his valve burns, while deceptively gentle hands rub soothingly at his hips as he steadily is forced towards yet another overload.
The grip on him is unrelenting, his fate unavoidable, and when he finally overloads, the spike spills its transfluid into him without a hitch in the movements of its owner.
His valve lining is screaming for a break from the continuous slide against it, but Cloudburst is merciless in his own way.
Using pleasure as a weapon to get what he wants.
Having had enough, he breaks free of the hands pulling him onto the spike and leaves the berth.
Just one moments break.
Just...
The berth creaks when Cloudburst leaves it to follow him, and he is forced against the wall, silver hips once again flush with his and the spike ever present.
He sighs in defeat and stares into the wall as he is slowly worked towards his seventh overload.
Enough.
He can't take anymore.
Tears fall from his optics, shame and disgust filling him at his own weakness.
His valve clenches around the spike, the wordless sign of his capitulation, and Cloudburst overloads loudly, the Sire's field bursting with victory and dark hunger.
"You are going to be beautiful with my sparkling inside you."
The flow of tears increase when he is turned around, his wings now facing the wall.
"Come here, Sweetling. I don't want to hurt you." Cloudburst soothes, and Thundercracker follows the Sire back to the berth.
There is no escape.
If he refuses, then the endless interface just resumes.
He is caught in a loop without end.
Opening his spark chamber, he passively waits for Cloudburst to finish with him.
"And he did. After merging with me three times." Thundercracker whispers with a shudder.
A deep feeling of shame permeate his field.
Cloudburst preferred to play the game of turbofox and glitch mouse.
After the first overload, the silver Sire wouldn't restrict him. He could move as he pleased, even leave the berth if he wanted to, but he could never escape the insistent spike capable of going for hours without end.
It was one of Cloudburst's 'qualities', and another way to coax him to obey.
Maybe not as insidious as Fireflash, but it always ended in pain nevertheless before he gave in. And it hurt so much more, since Cloudburst wasn't forcing him, but waited for him to open his spark chamber on his own accord, making him a participant in his own defilement.
Nacelle notices the profound hopelessness in Thundercracker's voice, while he silently listens to the blue seeker's vivid retelling of what occurred whenever he visited 'The Room'.
The feeling of powerlessness dominates Thundercracker's field to a degree that worry the psychiatrist.
It is apparent, that he has to address the blue seeker's weakened self-perception as the first in his treatment of Thundercracker.