I will leave it up to the readers to decide how much of what Barricade says is truth.
Warnings: All the warnings here, though this is the edited, non-explicit version of what's posted on AO3. This contains a non-graphic recount of rape from a victim's point of view.
Bluestreak was halfway through cleaning the dump (though, did all dumps contain collections of heads?!), that he'd really rather not touch but the Decepticon had it quite clear he was to clean, when he felt claws trace his doorwing hinge. He jerked forward on instinct, chains rattling and doorwings jerking up and out in anger, yet that didn't keep the claws from following.
"I can read Praxian," Barricade chuckled and Bluestreak froze as one claw pressed against the hinge's motor anchoring. "My Carrier was one."
"O-Oh..." He had no idea if that was true, but with how nightmarishly Praxian his captor's frame looked, it- wait. Carrier? As in- Even as he half-twisted to stare at the Decepticon from the corner of his optics, he felt sick, like his tank was about to purge. Not even a dry swallow relieved the feeling. "Y-You were-?"
Bluestreak swore he saw at least one pair of optics roll, while the other pair seemed to glint. "Naturally."
He didn't care if that was true or not; the mere idea was anathema to everything Bluestreak knew. The Autobot didn't even try and hold back as he purged his tank all over the floor, some of it landing on him, but that wasn't important. No, his mind was on what Barricade was: Sparked. An abomination against nature and the Decepticon seemed proud that he wasn't from the Only True Source of Life. The Allspark. His tanks threatened to purge again as disgust rose, swiftly turning to revulsion. How - How could- why did Primus allow such a thing? It wasn't right. Anything from elsewhere was twisted and perverse. Unnatural. Vile and revolting. An insult to life.
No wonder the Decepticon seemingly collected heads. "Unicron-spawn-"
And that was about the time he was introduced, face-first, to his purge by a snarling Barricade, the Decepticon's EM-field oppressively cruel and tinged with energonlust as he rubbed the Noble's face in the sticky, stinking mess while Bluestreak scrambled against the flooring in futile attempt to get away. Something was snarled, but Bluestreak was too busy fighting a losing battle to escape the grip to care what his captor wanted.
This was beyond vile and if he could just get a hold of one of the chains- Ah. There. His hand closed around it and the young adult attempted to twist enough to fling the chain into Barricade's side. "No-"
Barricade snarled, his grip tightening, freehand catching, and yanking, on the chain until Bluestreak was shrieking, arm pulled painfully high behind his back. It was threat enough that Bluestreak was certain he would not like what came next if he disobeyed. "Clean."
"Yes, Masta!" It was more a sob of intakes and engines than anything, the Decepticon word strange as it left his mouth, but as soon as he said the words his arm dropped to his side with a clatter of chain.
He took three tries to lick up all the purge without adding to the mess on the floor, and it settled in his tank like a rancid treat only worse.
"Good," Barricade hissed, dragging claws over the back of Bluestreak's neck, eliciting a whimper from the newly made slave. Yet that didn't seem to deter the Decepticon as the claws trailed his back then across doorwings, slowly dragging across paint and metal with a squeal until they rested at the edges, deceptively light against the sensor nodes clustered in that location. Bluestreak must have whimpered because what sounded like an amused rumble came from his captor; the next thing he knew, Frenzy had reappeared on his shoulder and it took everything the sniper-to-be had to hold still after the initial jerk.
Much, much later after he'd learn just who Soundwave was, Bluestreak would be glad he'd only jerked once. Sure, he'd whimpered when the claws dug into the cluster, but it was better than what Soundwave would have done, and when the claws returned to resting deceptively light against the sensors he sagged in relief. It earned him a dark chuckle, but Bluestreak didn't care, engine hitching when the same claws seemed to pet a sensor as Barricade and Frenzy talked. Well, he assumed it was, even if he had no hope of understanding anything.
And then his head was pressed into the ground yet again and it felt as if the shocktrooper was using almost all of his weight, Barricade's other hand tangled against the motor cabling, claws resting amongst delicate wiring. Bluestreak barely realised how fragged he'd be if he moved before something jacked into his helm dataport and pulverised what firewalls he had.
The young Noble screamed, his first and only attempt to get away reminding him of the precarious position he was in as he felt wires and tubing slice and fluids trickle down his back, and unwilling to lose his doorwings, he stilled, a look of painful hatred etched onto his face. He was being hacked and he could do nothing to prevent it. It hurt, feeling as if he'd been shot, only this bullet wasn't an oilpellet. This bullet was worse than anything he'd ever experienced in his woefully short life. He hated it, hated how he could hear and feel Barricade's laughter as the slagger took pleasure from his pain. Bluestreak hated how the Minicon could see everything he was.
His hopes and dreams- how he wanted to become the best amongst his peers with a rifle, how he wanted to join the clubs, how he wanted a sparked rifle because those were awesome and it would be his though maybe he'd remove the t-cog, but then again, having one that transformed seemed cool. He wanted a good job, and he'd get a good job because of his status in life. His life and how happy he'd been because he'd wanted for nothing and could do almost anything he wished with just a bit of work. Life had been good, privileged and his wants taken care of. His -
The hacker even saw his crush, and unbidden, an image of Megabolt rose in his mind. The mech was a cute tread-wheeled car of the same rank who's frame had been commissioned in Kaon at the behest of his Caretaker, a tank-like mech. He was silver and blue with purple accents and a weird shade of red optics and fangs for teeth. He had claws, but they were Autobot claws and the way he moved was Autobot. He was cute and wonderful, kind but driven in ways Bluestreak didn't understand, and his helm was reminiscent of a three-pronged crown. His own Caretakers had been trying to secure his first date with Megabolt.
A date that would never happen and -
GET OUT! He screamed as the hacker dug deeper and deeper, into everything that made him who he was, and Bluestreak did the only thing he could. He kept up a litany of 'OUT OUT OUT-!' until eventually, Frenzy left, and he was back in reality, still face against the floor and a laughing Decepticon next to him and a small hacking Minicon on his shoulder, chattering away in what sounded like a mix-mash of languages, and Bluestreak knew he should not be shocked that a Decepticon Minicon had been forced to know that many. There was Binary, Decepticon's language, a handful of Standard Neo-Cybex words, and a word or two in what Bluestreak would come to know as Kayuun- the language of the Kaiju.
How Barricade understood, Bluestreak didn't want to know. Nor did he want to know what they were talking about, but he could guess. It was probably about what Frenzy found. What he saw. What he shouldn't have, and Bluestreak's engine growled. "That was private-"
"And?" Barricade asked as he rose, Frenzy jumping to his shoulder. It took a nudge of the larger carmech's foot before Bluestreak picked himself up and slowly return to his job, tank rolling and helm aching. Behind him, he could hear the two Decepticons chatting yet again, but he did his best to ignore it. Trying to understand them would not help with the job, and not doing it not no an option.
Of course the chains got in the way, but he wasn't willing to ask the Decepticon to remove them. For all he knew, he'd be made to beg.
After some time, he heard the door open, and with a rattle of chains, he whirled around in time to see Frenzy dart off to who knew where, while Barricade merely smiled, cocking his head at the door.
Bluestreak stupidly, foolishly took a step towards it, and Barricade's smile grew and his claws twitched.
Optics wide, Bluestreak stilled, half raising his hands in surrender as his optics darted between the smile and the twitching claws, panic blooming across his mind and face.
He'd been caught out. He knew he'd been caught out.
"Smart, Autobot," the Decepticon purred as the door clicked shut, and Bluestreak hunched as the Nightmare Praxian approached, trying, and failing, to keep his EM-field as close as he could. It didn't help. As soon as he felt those claws on his doorwings yet again, he whimpered, bleeding fear. There was only so much bravery he could front before it started to crumble.
"Don't-"
It was more of a whimper than he wanted it to be, and all it got him was a dark chuckle, the feeling of a pleased EM-field, and claws digging into the sensors as they trailed over to the front. "I'll do what I want with property."
"I'm not-"
Bluestreak was cut off as the chain and collar became a noose his hands clawed at uselessly, trying desperately to release the chain, if not the collar. It was no use; the chain attached would not release at his touch, and Barricade - judging by the dark, dark chuckles with undertones of enjoyment - the slagger was getting off on this- was amused. Bluestreak shot him a dark look as he hauled a fraction of his weight up, alleviating some of the choking. While it wouldn't kill him, it would restrict primary intakes and force secondary ones to work overtime to compensate, and he'd heard -would later learn first hand before Motor Master and Barricade had been fragging Curious- it was rather painful due to the build-up of heat within his ventilations.
"You're going to learn your place and learn it well." Barricade might as well have been talking about the weather.
"Let go!"
Barricade snarled, and the next thing Bluestreak knew, he'd been flung into the nearest wall, the Decepticon on him within a nanoklik, helpfully sending him crashing to the ground, a heavy foot on his chest, pinning him in place. "I own you, Autobot."
"I don't belong to anyone!" Bluestreak hissed as he struggled to throw what seemed like an immovable weight off him. "I'm a Noble, n-"
"You're in no position to be demanding anything." Metal creaked as Barricade shifted his weight and Bluestreak fought back the whimper. He refused to give into the fear clawing at his mind, never mind Barricade was like a giant oppressive stasismare made real. "Your privileges died with your city, slave."
Bluestreak knew he'd made an affronted noise -because what? he was no slave; he was a Noble, and he mattered in ways this Decepticon would never understand- even as he spat out: "You- My city wasn't worth what you did to it-!"
As far as Bluestreak knew that was truth. Pria had been a colony of Praxus on a moon around a brilliant blue gas planet that orbited a golden star, established on a minor trade route not long after the Age of Primes had ended. Its main draw was tourism (and the technological summit that Praxus held there every megavorn, and Bluestreak had been named for two of the leading minds in Praxus because Fallback had liked the idea of combining the names), and it didn't even have a Cityspark, let alone a Titan like Praxus did, and Bluestreak had seen the Praxian Titan all of once and it had been in a documentary about the Enforcer-cadre that cared for the creature.
The documentary had even hinted that the Chief of the Enforcers was linked to the Titan, but Bluestreak wasn't sure he believed that, if only because it was said anyone linked with a Titan was an abomination, and he doubted Praxus would ever allow such a thing to reach any kind of rank.
"Crushing Autobot morale is worth a lot more than simple strategy," his captor snarled, and before Bluestreak could think, let alone get a word out of his mouth, Bluestreak found himself hauled up by the chain and collar and pulled in close, the Decepticon almost purring. "You are a worthless piece of scrap and would have been sent to the smelter if I hadn't bought you."
"W-What?" That... that wasn't true, was it? He was a Noble, not - not a piece of scrap. "I-"
Barricade cocked his head, optics alight with what Bluestreak could only assume was sadistic intent. "You should be grateful."
Grateful?! This- this- this plebeian was telling him that he was worth nothing yet was saved and he should be grateful?!
"I am not worthless!" Bluestreak spat out as he struggled against the grip, fingers clawing and prying at the claws around his arm, even as the idea that he should try to use the chains attached to him as a weapon. He dismissed the idea, unwilling to find out what Barricade would do if he tried that again. Probably tear his arm off or something. "I'm worth more than you could t-!"
"You want me to tell you what you're worth, slave?" Barricade snarled and Bluestreak found himself shoved back, the Sparked now circling him with an unnerving predatory gleam in his optics.
His whimper was completely involuntary, even as he scrambled to get away, only to find the Praxian following him.
"W-What are you..?" he whispered, stumbling over one of the chains, almost tripping over it in his haste to get away. There was no way that was a normal frame. Not with the amount of fear that it instilled in his spark. A spark that almost spun its way out of his chamber when Barricade's claws scored a shallow hit to his side.
"Answer me when I talk to you!" Barricade growled, advancing on Bluestreak, who backpedalled back as fast as he could until he ran into the wall, where he attempted to become one with it while systems rattled, struggling to pull in enough air in his Not!Terrified state.
"I'm not worthless, like the lower class-"
"Wrong answer!"
Bluestreak feared the snarling 'Con might go for the chain on his collar again and wouldn't that be lovely only not because his neck was an aching mess and he was quite certain the collar had cut into plating, but instead of a yank, he found himself very suddenly 'helped' to the floor as his legs were swept out from under him.
Barricade knelt in front of him and Bluestreak recoiled- there was no way he was going to be able to push himself up, let alone get away, yet still rose to the bait, almost spitting: "What?"
Barricade seemed to have acquired more teeth than he should have had and Bluestreak wasn't sure what he was seeing wasn't simply because of the blow to his helm. "You ask me-"
He stared at the Decepticon, unable to understand the words, and he didn't think he wanted to. But, he must have stared too long, because Barricade started to rise, the hated chain in his hand again.
"W-Wait!" Fragger was enjoying this, he had to be, but at least he'd paused, and Bluestreak swallowed his pride. Frag his life. Yet, for all he was doing this to save his neck, he still managed to inject some venom into his words as he clumsily repeated the Decepticon words.
He also prayed that he hadn't screwed them up. "W-W-What am I worth, M-Masta?"
"You're worth about four hundred credits. I could probably get more scrapping you." He grabbed Blue's faceplates and forced the other to look at him. "You might be worth a little more if you turn out to be a decent interface, but that's doubtful."
Inter...face?
No.
No. No.
Nonono. All the No's in the galaxy. All of them. Times infinity and beyond!
"Invent, Bluestreak," Sideswipe said as Bluestreak's temperature seemed to rise, and it seemed like an age before the young adult was dumping heat. "Do you want to continue?"
He had to ask, because even Sunstreaker could tell Bluestreak was having trouble with it.
"Y-Yes, I- I want to."
"Ok," Sideswipe invented. "What happened... next."
Even just asking it, not taking into account the broken look on Bluestreak's face, he felt like an aft. But as long as the Noble was wanting -willing- to talk, then... he - they'd listen.
"M- Barricade was- he seemed pleased. T-that I'd never 'faced before. I- I should have lied, even if th-that would have made it worse. But it was a-also the worst thing I could have said. Because he smirked and I wish died in the attack. T-That I'd kept my mouth shut. He said-"
"What did he say?"
"T-That it was better than he could have hoped."
The twins traded a silent look, even as Bluestreak seemed to become one with Sideswipe's arm.
"It's ok. You're safe," the red-and-black said softly while Sunstreaker shifted at the door, a silent guard.
"Y-Yea," Bluestreak nodded, and both twins got the feeling the poor mech didn't believe them.
"H-He didn't wait for Wildrider. He-" Bluestreak sucked in a gulp of air. "He started, and I begged him not to, but he said that I- I wasn't any position to ask for anything. I didn't want it and I tried to fight, but he was too strong, to powerful and I tried to fight, honestly. B-But he a-asked me w-what I wanted for my first and w-while one's first isn't special, I- I like my agemates-"
"You waited 'til you upgraded to adults?"
"Y-Yes." Bluestreak nodded. "I-I wanted my first to be- nice. W-With Megabolt. N-not - never what happened. I told him to stop, that I didn't want it, yet he didn't listen and it- he made it feel good and I hated it. I touched him because it was good and he made me open my optics. He dragged it out for his own sick amusement, that much I know."
"He's a sick monster, that's for certain."
"Yes. It was horrible. I-I tried to keep him from- from d-doing it."
"But he did it."
"Yes, and he made me beg and plead so he wouldn't hurt me and then made me promise that I'd behave. Then he made it feel good and I-I touched him and he liked it and then he plugged in and-"
"He hurt you."
Bluestreak shook his head. "No."
The twins sparks shattered into a million horrified and sickened pieces, even as Bluestreak kept talking.
"Barricade- he made it feel good, and- and when it w-was over, I- I thanked him for not making it hurt, because he expected it. T-Then h-he said that I was probably worth the credits he paid for me, and I was glad, because I don't - never want to know if what he said was true."
"You're not worth scrap."
"I... Y-yea. " Bluestreak smiled, but it was a broken smile. "H-He then to-told me that if I ever w-wanted - and I never ever want to interface ever again because what he did- what they dod t me- He said that if I want to overload that I was to go to him, th-that if I sparked off I'd be-"
"Hurt." It wasn't a question.
"Y-Yes. A-And then I- I cleaned for a while before Wildrider s-showed up, and he- he was in a sour mood. I never found out why, only that he wasn't kind when he hacked me to find out what it had been like for his partner to interface with me. I-I though Frenzy c-could hurt, b-but I was wrong." Bluestreak finished, optics distant, while Sunstreaker and Sideswipe shared spark deep horrified looks.
"What..."
"T-They t-took me t-together. T-Took my... my spark and ma-made it hurt," Bluestreak said between sobs, one leg pulled up against his chest.
"Your spark," Sideswipe said softly, even as Sunstreaker's rage flashed white-hot over the twin-bond, intensifying when Bluestreak nodded. Sideswipe chose not to ask how often either of the events had taken place, or what else had happened. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, and Bluestreak desperately needed to get away from the frontlines and talk to someone that could help him through this.
Plus, there was the issue of the sparkrapes, and while Sideswipe didn't want to consider it- "Have you told a medic...?"
"No." The reply was fast, no hesitation. "Can't. I'm dirty-"
"You're not dirty," Sunstreaker spoke up now, voice tight, controlled. "Barricade is Unicron-spawn. You're a victim and not at fault. He touched your spark, the very thing that makes you who you are. You should see a medic. Please."
"Not right now, but soon," Sideswipe said as Bluestreak opened his mouth. "We'll go with you."
Given how hard Bluestreak was clinging to him... Yea.
"I... I'll t-think about it...?"
"Ok," Sideswipe said while Sunstreaker nodded.
/You- We're doing this, aren't we?/
/He's a civilian, Sunny,/ Sideswipe sent back. /Unfrag that part of your coding and get with the picture./
/And people say I'm the worst half./
Sideswipe flashed his twin a fanged grin -Sunstreaker was the 'worst half'- before turning back to Bluestreak. Who was staring at him.
"You have fangs."
"Was built with them," he said with an easy, practised shrug. "Wanna raid the rations locker for more energon with us?"
"S-Sure?" Bluestreak squeaked, allowing himself to be helped up.
"Great," Sunstreaker said. "Stick with us, Bluestreak. We'll keep you safe."
This was my first foray into writing/recounting rape solely from the victim's point of view, and I'd deeply appreciate any and all feedback on it. I hope I managed to do a decent job with it, yet I can't be sure.
That said, there's only two more chapters of this left- one detailing the aftermath and touching on how Bluestreak got away.. and then the last deals with the present for Bluestreak.