Crystal mildly began to question when they would next get to go outside of the walls of the arena while sandwiched between two mechs. They required no use of her mouth, hands, or personality. Just her valve. Crystal no longer cried afterward. Being used as an object was inevitable and she knew now that it bordered on a waste of time to feel sorry for oneself over it. This was their job, their commodity that gave them the privilege of having a meal that night. Weak slaves had no place living with a collection of warriors, especially those who genuinely believed themselves to be gods amongst mechs. The strong survived, a motto Crystal reminded herself of as the two mechs released inside of her, spilling fluids across her thighs and their laps. What a couple of quickshots, these two.
"Told you they're worth the extra coin." One of them panted with a snigger, unceremoniously pushing Crystal off both of their spikes and onto the ground. She landed with a soft grunt, closing her panel quickly. Crystal looked up to see both of them already walking out of their room.
"Yeah, I gotta get going. Need to shower before my bonded gets home, they can smell whore." Cruel laughter ringed in her audials as the door closed slow enough for her to hear it all. Crystal sighed softly, choosing to stay on the ground and wallow in self-pity. Some days were easier than others. Her carrier had told her that once, she thought. When she was young and new and green. Crystal often thought being an adult was entirely unfair. Adults couldn't hide under the bed when the world was deemed too problematic to deal with. She got up and exited the room, knowing at least one of the mechs would return shortly or it would be rented out to a new customer.
Roaming the halls felt a lot like what it would be to be backstage to a play, should Crystal be lucky enough to see one before her time was up in this life. It was Crystal's humble opinion that all of the minibots she saw scurrying about was only to inflate the God complex that ran rampant in this pithole. She supposed if she was constantly attended to by people half her size, she might feel like a queen herself. One of them was behind a desk with a headset and a screen displaying information across the screen at a mile a minute. His beady optics looked up and squinted. "Hey, you!"
"I'm on break." Crystal tiredly sighed, holding up a hand. The mech flicked a hand at her to shoo her, making a sound that translated to "forget you, then". She sat down on a flimsy mat and took out a towel, cleaning off what she could with what she had. She had already run out of cleanser.
"Hey, Crys." She looked up to see Bluebird approaching her.
Crystal looked back down to her crusted over thighs. "That's not my name." She looked back up with a small smile. "Weren't you told? Everyone's called "hey you" here. Nice to meet you." Blue scoffed, plopping down next to her.
"Speak for yourself. I'm "legs"." Blue straightened up and barked out a "hey, legs!", imitating the workers who knew no one's names so called out generic characteristics. They both chuckled and Crystal was glad to talk to someone with humor. "You look like slag. Not like, you, but your face and body posture."
"So me." Crystal deadpanned, leaning against the wall and letting her clunk against the grimy metal. "Been rough couple of clients back to back is all." She sighed, closing her optics and savoring the small shred of peace. Her cables and muscular struts ached and there were parts of her that burned from exhaustion. Bluebird hummed in acknowledgment before reaching into her subspace and handing Crystal a small, half-empty bottle of cleanser.
"You'll need this. It'll only chip off your paint if you don't take care of it now, you know that." Crystal smiled and took the bottle.
"Of all the people in this place, you deserve to die least."
"Don't get sappy on me, it's just cleanser." Crystal laughed and enjoyed the way it reached deep into her core.
XxXxX
To add the cherry on top, she missed the Twins' fight. She had serviced a femme when they were announced to roaring applause and by the time she got out, they were walking a victory lap around strewn bodies. Hundreds, if not thousands of people screamed their approval for the shed of energon and Crystal had a front-row view between some strangers legs. Highgrade, energon, and transfluid spilled in excess, the paying audience had their fill and soon began to file out of the arena when all the matches were said and done. The championship changed hands, which meant the new favorite gladiator would be given special treatment for his victory. A handful of slaves would be called and either some would come back with others slow to follow, or some would come back and others would never return. In her years of working in this underworld, she had never seen a "nice" champion. Champions got nowhere being decent cybertronians.
Crystal held herself loosely by the elbows, people watching. Some of these people had families. She wondered what that was like. She didn't remember her creators very well, but she knew well enough that their paths most likely parted under unsavory circumstances.
"Fascinating, aren't they?" The fluid in her lines froze cold upon the voice of the Pitmaster.
"Yes, master." She unfolded her arms and stood straight with her shoulders back. She could feel him, his very presence shadowed over her own. She felt like she was under a microscope as the astrokliks ticked by. Finally, he shifted and moved to stand beside her, his attendants not far off.
"But also boring, are they not?" He sighed it, like the statement posing as a question was a real shame.
"I suppose it depends on the perspective, my master." She bit her glossa too late. The Pitmaster hummed curiously, turning to look at her. She kept her optics downcasted while he began his circles, slowly stalking a ring around her. "Permission to explain, my master?"
"Go on." He amusedly drawled, raking his optics calculatingly across her frame.
"It depends on the life that you live, I would suppose. In comparison to you, they must be boring. They are ordinary, and you are not." He stopped behind her and slowly inhaled. He caught something she didn't and if she could sweat, she'd be drenched in it.
"Is that what interests you? Ordinary?" He curled slender fingers around the back of her neck, softly stroking the thin plating with a clawed tip. "Is that what you crave? The mundane? The repulsively normal?" He softly spoke in her audial, lips slightly grazing the metal and sending acid burns through her spark with each contact. She swallowed.
"No, my master. My place is here." Perhaps a newer slave would've confessed. Crystal couldn't tell if that's what he wanted. She could make him hear a noise of contemplation before he let her go.
"Then, in that case, you'd best get back to your place. You have gladiators who've earned a little comfort after their hard-fought battles." His words rolled off his glossa like smoke and she repressed a shiver.
"Yes, my master. At once." She bowed low before quickly walking off toward her quarters. The whole time, she felt like crying, but tears were pointless here. Only the strong survived.
Crystal's one reprieve was that the champion did not request her that night. There was only one champion she wanted to service. Whether he'd actually come or not was a coin flip. Crystal both hoped someone would come to her door to ensure she would make credits and hoped everyone was too injured to even think about interfacing. Work was always a tightrope she walked on and every night seemed to teeter to the opposite end. Could she call this work? Wasn't work supposed to be a job you resented, but felt satisfaction from the rewards of your hard labor? Was work supposed to be your choice? Crystal snorted at that absurdity. Choices, like she could ever make choices that would matter. They were stripped away. Her ability to procreate had been destroyed when her frame had undergone reformatting for her new role as a pleasure bot. Her comms were blocked to prevent contact from the outside world. Her credits were taken every night, she drank the energon that was provided to her without question, she did as was asked and told. She even had to request a color change if she wanted to change her paint job. Crystal shook her helm to clear her thoughts. The thoughts she was having today were dangerous and she needed to stop or else risk losing her mind.
Or life.
XxXxX
Crystal had been dreaming of space sharks circling around her in an opulent sea. The color of gold was so intense that she couldn't see her own hands through it and the waves around her reflected light so brightly it blinded her and left her disoriented. A knock on the door jolted her out of being eaten and landed her back in her dark room. She groaned, cursing the disturbance on the other side of the door for ruining her sleep cycle for the rest of the night. Perhaps she could pretend to still be sleeping-
There was another knock. Damn it. She got up heavily and made her way over, opening the door a smidge to look out the crack. It could've been worse, really. Like the Pitmaster. In all honesty, she couldn't be too mad. She had been wanting him to come a little while ago. That was before she fell asleep, of course, but he was here now.
"You look like slag."
Crystal gave a dry smile. "That's the second time I've heard that today. Anyone tell you you know how to make a femme feel special?"
"Not recently, but I'm hoping you will." Sunstreaker rumbled. How could she say no? He was polished and whatever wax he used had a heady scent to it. After her day that she could confidently file under "kinda slag", she had reached a certain meter of tolerance. Crystal grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into her doorway. It was just unexpected enough that he stumbled off his center of gravity and followed her into her room. He recovered quickly and grabbed her by the hips, pivoting her and pushing her flame flush against the closed door. "You seem tense."
"Damn right. For being so late, you owe me." Sunstreaker rose an eyeridge at her declaration.
"I'm already paying you." Crystal rolled her optics and placed a hand on the back of his helm, pulling him into a kiss.
"And talking too much." Crystal kissed him again and this time he was ready. Sunstreaker was quick to takeover, strong hands taking her by the forearms and holding them above her head. His glossa slipped into her mouth, tasting her and coaxing her to bend to him. She had been so forcibly polite to so many people that she didn't feel like bending yet. She tried to get loose from his grip, but she didn't have the strength or the leverage to do so. Sunstreaker only held her with a tighter grip. In response, she started to squirm, and that escalated to her pushing and thrashing with whatever body parts she could utilize. There was a growl and a hand around her throat before her helm collided with the wall and lips were on her again with more heat. A little dazed from the bash, she felt his other arm abandon her arms and cinch around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. She loved feeling the strength in his frame, the way it seemed to reverberate off of him in waves. Her hands went straight for his abdomen, feeling his frame as she made her way up his chassis, around his shoulders, and down his back. She ground the tips of her fingers into his back struts to claw all the way down.
There was a small groan before she was ripped away from the door and practically thrown onto the bed. Rose colored optics gazed into blue ones and she gave a sensual smirk, licking her lips. His optics flashed as he got on hands and knees over her, covering her body with his. He dipped down, leaning in for another kiss, nipping her bottom lip. He eventually trailed down her chin to her neck while her hands roamed, feeling all that she could from this position. In a strange turn, he kept moving downwards, kissing along her sparkchamber and down to her stomach.
"What're you…?"
"I owe you, remember?" He remarked, letting his denta graze along the arc of her hip. Hands smoothed their way up her legs, edging between her knees and feeling along her inner thighs. Crystal smiled, letting her helm fall backward into her blankets and her optics slip closed. Her legs were spread wide apart, hands pinning her knees against the berth. Warm breath ghosted across her plating protecting her valve before a hot glossa laved across it. Her hips arched as much as he would allow while her plating snapped open. More warm breath puffed against her exposed opening and she couldn't help but squirm as a small trickle of lubricant beaded up and began to leak out. Sunstreaker's glossa dipped in to lick it up before retreating. Crystal clenched her jaw shut to prevent making a noise.
Sunstreaker started up his small kisses again, planting them on her thighs and around her valve, but never touching. Just close enough to make her lose her mind. When he had her on the precipice of begging, he finally slipped his glossa in, smirking when the action elicited a gasping moan. He continued at a lazy pace, keeping her legs firmly spread apart while tasting her at his leisure. Crystal couldn't stop the airy whimpers and simpering moans that just kept coming. The energy building in her frame had her moving restlessly, her body twisting and arcing in response to each press of a glossa inside her valve. Slyly, Sunstreaker lightly flicked over her anterior node. Her body jolted like it had touched an exposed socket.
"Oh, do that again." She moaned, frame steadily getting uncomfortable to live in as the heat roasted her. Her fans were already blowing high and this was just the first course. Sunstreaker chose to ignore her and her pulsating node, going back to her valve and lapping up the lubricant that refused to stop flowing. Crystal whined, unable to do anything to coax him otherwise. She lifted up on her elbows to look at him and just as she opened her mouth, he planted his mouth on her node and gave a devastating suck. Crystal was literally knocked flat on her back as a sharp cry escaped her, followed by more as he devoted all attention to her node. A few more licks and she was catapulted into release, knees shaking against his grip while hands fisted blankets. She was pretty sure she said his name somewhere in there, probably. Her frame collapsed, twitching while she panted heavily, fans blowing loudly to cool her down. "Well...that is a high bar you have set for this evening."
Sunstreaker chuckled quietly, climbing up her frame to leave another, smoldering kiss. Crystal grabbed ahold of him, clutching his shoulders while her legs spread to give him room to fit, one leg slowly wrapping around his hip. Crystal broke the kiss, pleased to see a hunger in his optics. "What else can you give me?" She asked, cheeks flushed with energon while her fingers softly traced around his audial fin.
"Greedy little pleasurebot." Sunstreaker softly murmured, one hand drifting towards their hips. His own plating opened, revealing his aching member. He pressed it against her opening and she hissed pleasurably at the heat. "Is this what you want?" He slid his length up and down against her, denying her any penetration while lubricating himself. She shivered as he stimulated her anterior node. "Have you forgotten my profession? I will give you nothing." He lined himself up. "But I will take from you-" He swiftly slid inside, filling her up to the hilt with their hips pressed against one another. "Everything." Crystal vocalized her satisfaction and held onto him. He started off rough, giving her no quarter. He pressed her hips against the berth so that she had no choice but to simply take him. Crystal found the air around them suffocating and thick with the scent of interface as he pounded into her, his spike repeatedly delving in and out of her valve. One moan was swallowed up by another, her mind growing hazy the more she focused on how her valve gave way to him. Her valve accepted him in with no resistance and tried to suck him back in every time he pulled out. With each thrust in, he pushed more lubricant out, fluid staining their hips and thighs. He abruptly stopped, grinding into her. "You should see how naturally you take me in." He pulled out almost entirely, leaving in the tip, before pushing all the way back in slowly, letting her savor the stretch of her valve around his spike. He repeated this a few more times before increasing his pace back to original. The wet, slick sounds of metal slapping against one another and her valve taking his spike deeper each time was destroying her, threatening to break her apart and put her back together again. Hot, everything was so hot and she could drown in this forever.
Sunstreaker pulled out and flipped her over, shoving back in and resuming his rough rutting. Crystal wasn't sure if what she was doing could be considered screaming or not, but it seemed to spur him on further. He held her hips firmly, pulling her into each demanding thrust. Each rocking of his hips was accompanied by a grunt or groan. He pulled one of her legs out and up, crashing his hips into her from this new angle. Crystal's glossa lolled out, her optics completely unfocused as she gripped the berth underneath her, swamped by the sensation fo his spike entering her over and over again. It felt like an eternity and he simply would not stop moving inside of her. Three deep thrusts and she was shattered, her voice giving out as she screamed his designation into the flimsy sheets beneath her. Sunstreaker groaned, his helm falling backwards as he continued to thrust into her tightened valve and sought out his own pleasure. He stiffened, spilling himself inside her while continuing to rock into her. He slowed, hips twitching as he jerked from his spike being overstimulated before he finally pulled out. A mess was an understatement.
Crystal had remained unresponsive since her overload. He panted heavily, nudging her shoulder. Her optics blearily opened, darting back and forth, unable to focus properly. "Damn." She simply stated, vocalizer laced with static. Sunstreaker huffed a laugh, coming up to pull her into a hold, softly stroking her back.
"Is my debt consider repaid?" He teased breathlessly. Crystal managed to nod her head yes. She looked ready to fall into recharge immediately. She jerked, optics reopening.
"Services?" She drunkenly mumbled, looking at him. "Need service?" She asked again. Sunstreaker nodded. Crystal took her shaky hands and placed them on his fins, softly petting them and tracing abstract patterns like the night prior. "Congratulations on match." She tiredly murmured, a hand softly caressing his cheek before lowering down to his neck. Sunstreaker by this point had closed his optcs and let her do her job with a contented sigh. One optic opened upon the congratulations.
"Do you say that to every client of yours?"
"No. Just the champions." She smiled, continuing to spoon him until they were both deep in recharge.