TW-Rape, slavery, and underage sex
Sideswipe waited off-stage for his cue. The collar that kept him here chafed against his protoform and he shivered at the thought of being auctioned off to please some elite mech or femme.
He hated the lightweight protoform-hugging red armour that hugged his femme-like body in all the right places and the embellishments that gave him an exotic look. He hated his life and wished he could leave but his Creators had abandoned him in the back alleys of Iacon. He had been captured by slavers looking for a quick buck- and cube- and was sold to this high-end whore house.
"Next-for your bidding pleasure- The exotic; the gorgeous Crimson Streak!" Sideswipe stepped out onto the stage; knowing that he would be forced to bed a stranger and forced to act like he liked it, "Which bot will give me three thousand credits?" The bidding got underway once a handsome red and orange mech raised his servos.
The credits flowed like high-grade energon as the amount got higher and higher until it crossed the thirty-nine thousand credits line. Most bots than dropped the bid in an attempt to preserve but two continued on; the mech that started the bid and a blue-green mech that was smaller. Sideswipe was praying that the blue-green one won because he could handle the smaller one but the red one would tear him apart.
He watched the amount; praying that the red one would drop but Life decided to be the glitch it was. The blue-green one dropped the bidding at ninety-nine thousand credits.
"Going once, going twice, sold!" Sideswipes circuits felt like they were bathed in cold water, "Sold to number thirty-five! Pay the femme in the back and you can collect your prize for the night!" Sideswipe was led off and was dragged to the back; the red bot paying the femme in the booth. His leash was handed to the mech and the guard walked off, not looking at the small mechling he had just handed over.
Sideswipe was dragged along by the chain to a secluded hallway. Moans, screams and cries of pain filled the hallway; a haunting and disturbing symphony that told of the tragic fate of the bots that were the property of the house. Sideswipe started to struggle against the tether but the mech was having none of it and struck Sideswipe on the left faceplate. The mech tossed Sideswipe into the first empty room that he came across. Sideswipe scrambled away from the beast of a bot but the mech just snatched the mechling and tossed Sideswipe onto the berth. Before Sideswipe could get orientated, he felt his codpiece being ripped away.
"No! Please stop! You're too big!" Sideswipe pleaded as large servos' pinned him to the berth. The mech just gave him a look and leaned down to whisper in Sideswipe's audio receptors, "You're a big bot; you can handle it."
Sideswipe screamed.
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Sideswipe sat up with a gasp and a sick feeling in his tank that he was all too familiar with. He stumbled outside the cave and proceeded to empty his tank. Soon he was just dry-heaving but he just couldn't stop. Coolant leaked from his optics and he wanted nothing more than to take scalding hot water and scrub his protoform and body armour.
He didn't feel the servo rubbing his backstrut until he could no longer empty his tank. Sideswipe froze, not wanting anybot to see him in the state he was in. He dared to look up once he wiped his mouth plates and coolant covered cheeks; only to stare into the concerned optics of Drift. He could only be thankful it wasn't Windblade or Optimus. They would try to get him to talk and he didn't want that right now. But the down side was that Drift might glare him into telling and Sideswipe wasn't looking forward to that either.
"Are you alright Sideswipe?" Drift asked, waiting for the smaller bot to answer. It looked like Sideswipe was going to not respond and Drift was about to repeat the question when Sideswipe turned and smiled at him.
"Yea, I'm fine," He said with that utterly disarming grin that normally distracted other bots but Drift wasn't going to fall for it. He was going to let Sideswipe come to him when the mech was ready.
"You might want some more recharge; we leave in a few hours. Windblade has located a stasis pod we can place Polarclaw until we can collect him."
Sideswipe was grateful for the way out and he took it, "Yea," A yawn escapes his mouthplates and Drift finds that absolutely adorable, "I might as well get as much recharge as I can."
He turned to go back inside when Drift called after him, "The next time your leg is in any pain, just come to me."
Sideswipe had a spark attack when he heard that but he still managed a nod and he went inside.
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They had managed to get to Windblade's cache in Upper Russia; which was fortunately only a three cycle's hike from the cave. It had some tools, some stasis pods and-more importantly- some energon. Sideswipe waited patiently for the energon to be passed out by Drift, praying the bigger mech had the common sense to pass the Minicons a cube and a half each. Those hopes were shot down when they had gotten only a cube each. Minicons needed that extra cube to store for later. Honestly, sparklings were the same way and Sideswipe knew that from experience.
He waited until Drift wasn't looking and the Minicons had finished their cubes; then he passed them his cube with a false promise to eat later. Windblade would have locked the cache before he could go near it and he would be called a glutton if he had succeeded. So he never got another cube.
This pattern of starvation continued for another three caches before they arrived in Singapore. Optimus had heard that a shipping company was shipping parts to a base in Nevada and they had planned on getting in those shipping containers.
"Alright, so remember the plan. We get into a container each. Get out of them when we land but wait for night," Optimus said as they huddled behind a stack of giant containers. Everyone nodded but if Sideswipe was to be honest, he was having the hardest time focusing lately and everyone had noticed it. He wanted nothing more than to slip into recharge but he needed to focus for this to succeed.
The shipyard was thankfully abandoned so they rushed to four empty containers and climbed in, sealing the containers shut behind themselves.
: Is everyone in? : Optimus commed once the containers were shut.
: Yes sir, I'm in and secure,: Windblade replied.
: My students and I are secured,: Drift reported
They waited for a minute for Sideswipe to report but Drift was getting worried. He knew that Sideswipe had been giving his cube to his two students and Drift was grateful to the mech but he had figured that he had been grabbing another cube from the cache.
What if he had been wrong?
: I made it to my container safely; just making sure the door is locked,: Sideswipe replied a minute later. Drift exhaled a sigh of relief. Maybe he over reacted a bit?
: Stay in the containers; maintain radio silence and see you in a few weeks,: Optimus said.
Sideswipe quickly turned off the comm and shifted into car mode and settled down. Recharge sounded wonderful right now. With the recent lack of focus that he had developed, he had nearly put everybot in danger plenty of times and somehow all without them knowing. A miracle in his processor but he was too tired to really comprehend that at the moment.
He closed his optics, set an alarm to wake him up in three weeks and fell into recharge.
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