Jazz growled, disbelief flowing through his synapses as he glared at the traitorous Autobot before him. The Firebird gave Jazz a very haughty look, but looked up when one of the Seekers spoke near the door.
"What do we do with the other mech?" he asked. Jazz turned to look at them; they still hadn't left. Thundercracker spoke with the notion that he was possibly thinking of something slightly sinister. "Could we have him?"
"Yes!" Starscream piped up, apparently thinking of the same, dirty thought. "We could have him to ourselves while Tracks gets--"
"No," Tracks' loud voice cut across the seeker's sentence. "Erase his memory then let him go. He'll find his way back to the ark eventually. Oh, Starscream," he added as the seekers were beginning to leave. "You stay here. I may need your…" he glanced at Jazz. "… help."
Starscream nodded, apparently understanding something that Jazz did not and told the other two to leave. They departed quickly; apparently whatever Tracks had promised them was something that they really wanted. The Firebird eyed Jazz with a look that suggested deception. Jazz knew this mech had had had a bad spark in him from the very beginning, and, for some reason Tracks' presence struck as much fear and disgust in the Porsche as Megatron himself did.
"Jazz," Tracks spoke to the Porsche with that came quiet, condescending tone he had used earlier that morning. "I see you've been caught in my trap. Honestly, I thought you were smarter then that to be cause by a bunch of dumb Seekers." The Firebird smirked devilishly and sent a chill down Jazz's back.
"TRAITOR!!" Jazz bellowed, anger ripping through his body. "Where have you taken me-?!" He looked around him, trying to find a way out, his optics scanning the room. With Starscream blocking the only door, and with the Porsche's hands still tied behind his back, he couldn't get out.
"No need to worry, Porsche," Tracks' voice came from right behind him, and before Jazz could react he was grabbed and forcefully slammed face first to the ground. Tracks' weight was pushed onto the small of the Porsche's back, which made the position quite uncomfortable. "I'll let you go when I'm finished." Tracks' hand descended upon Jazz's uninjured shoulder and pulled, forcing the Porsche to roll over onto his back, his hands now under him. Before Jazz could think hot lips descended upon his own, Tracks' glossa ripping through Jazz's closed lips and attacked the Porsche's mouth while one of the Firebird's hands had snaked its way to the back of Jazz's cod piece and had grabbed a seam, pulling at it and bending the armor upward.
Jazz squirmed against Tracks, but something had enhanced the Firebird's strength and it held him down. The more Jazz struggled the more pressure Tracks put on Jazz's stomach, threatening to rip through his armor. Fear had begun to replace Jazz's anger when he realized what Tracks wanted.
He tried to turn his head, tried to get Track's assailing mouth off of his but pain from the broken hydraulic seared into his head and messed with his distorted and broken vision, so he was forced to stay still.
"When do I get to play?" Starscream's voice came from the right of Jazz, and Jazz's stomach churned slightly as he heard the seeker speak with an eager tone.
Tracks' mouth parted from Jazz's and he looked toward the seeker. "Patience, my friend, you'll be useful soon." He looked back down at Jazz, a scowl upon his face as he looked over the Porsche positioned between his knees. "You idiots damaged him." he mumbled the words with an air something unpleasant.
"I wasn't the one who grabbed his one," Starscream's agitated voice now came from above Jazz's head. He could barely make out the seeker's winged form through his damaged visor. "Skywarp's the one that's not careful." Tracks sighed; always like a Decepticon to blame someone else. Tracks chose to ignore the seeker as he put his hand upon Jazz's bent cod piece once more.
"Never mind," Tracks mumbled. "He'll be in more pain when we're done anyway." Jazz felt the bolts on his cod break away as Tracks pulled the broken metal off. Fear and revulsion ran up Jazz's the Porsche's body as Track's fingers snaked through the wires under Jazz's cod. The young mech heard more metal bending and twisting apart and then something was tossed, but before he could fully register what the piece of metal was, Jazz was stricken with pain.
Jazz had experienced pain before, and quite a hefty amount of it, but never to this grand a scale. The torture he was experiencing was in his chest as Jazz's spark was forcibly being attacked by Tracks'. The Firebird had connected his bonding wire to Jazz's port and was forcing his spark's energy into the Porsche's housing unit. Both sparks pulsed painfully in Jazz's chest, but they weren't in sync as Tracks forced wave after wave of raw spark power to Jazz's body. The young bot's body felt like it was being pummeled with hundreds of laser blasts, pain searing in his head and causing his logic circuits to fail. Tracks' hands were on Jazz's waist holding their cods together to keep the bonded connection and no matter how much the Porsche struggled he could not dislodge the Firebird's hold.
Tracks seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this torture. He was smirking as he grabbed at Jazz's chest, bending the bumper and twisting the metal which sent more waves of pain to the Porsche beneath him. Jazz tried to turn off his optics to avoid having to watch the torture, but the damage to his visor had cut off that option so he was forced to observe. Jazz could feel the Firebird's other wires seeking ports to insert themselves under the Porsche's cod and he screamed again, his face contorted in pain.
Jazz could feel the pain ceasing abruptly as Tracks broke the connected wires. The Firebird's spark had descended and the power surges had diminished. The young mech trembled violently under Tracks as fear joined the pain still rippling through his body.
"Starscream, join me." Jazz's face went white as the seeker came into his distorted vision. Starscream smirked and he seemed to be viciously happy as he reached for his own cod and pulled the front of it off. The seeker grabbed Jazz roughly, the young bot screaming out as his injured arm sparked and felt like it was going to be ripped off. He was hoisted up slightly as the seeker's legs slid between his and he was jammed down onto Starscream's cod, their cords immediately linking up and again sending a monstrous amount of pain through the Porsche's body and chest, their sparks clashing and Starscream's quickly dominating. The seeker's arms were wrapped around Jazz's arms and body and the Porsche's back was pressed to the jet's chest.
Jazz screamed and fought, but the seeker's arms around his were too strong. The jet reached up to Jazz's helmet and grabbed at one of the mech's horns, holding it but not crushing it. Jazz was appalled when a wave of pleasure stole through him at Starscream's touch. It made the pain a little more bearable, but Jazz would kill himself if he allowed his spark to willingly bond with Starscream's.
Jazz's body shook as Starscream's powerful spark forced the Porsche's to bond. Tracks, who had been observing from a distance, now appeared in Jazz's vision and smirked before coming forward and licking the Porsche's face. Jazz twitched away from Tracks in disgust but got slapped for it, Tracks' hand descending quickly upon his cheek.
"Does it hurt, Jazz?" Tracks' head was now next to the Porsche's, whispering in his audio. "You're crying, baby. Why don't you enjoy it? You're willing to bond with that chauvinistic prick Prowl, but not me?" Jazz's optics got wide as disbelief stole through his mind. Tracks knew about Jazz's crush on the second-in-command, but for how long? Jazz was sure he was careful, he could have sworn that he hadn't told anyone. He stared at Tracks with horror and pain in his optics as the Firebird reached down and ripped off the front of Jazz's cod and descended to sit in front of Jazz. Pain tore through Jazz's chest and he felt like his body was being torn in two pieces as both Starscream's and Tracks' sparks forcefully attacked and bonded with Jazz's. The Porsche screamed on agony, painful tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt his body's synapses failing, his spark getting weaker and threatening to extinguish from the strain. Jazz's circuitry belayed and his body finally shut down his functions, the rapists' energy surges still flowing through him.