The Fear Within

In the confusion of the dogfight Silverbolt didn't see the Seeker appear out of teleport above him. Suddenly, he felt a weight slam down against his airframe. Before he could transform and defend himself; the cool plasma phase of teleport engulfed him.

Before they even came out of teleport, the Aerialbot knew he'd been had. Unfortunately, he also realized that since the dull gray/green Seeker who'd captured him was now a part of Galvatron's ranks – there wouldn't be a ransome asked for. No, this wouldn't be one of Raptor's quick abduction/release scenarios – this was long-term, brutal captivity.

It didn't surprise him in the least, that when the cool plasma of warp phase released its grip on them, that he saw the battered planet of Charr beneath them. The Autobots knew the Seeker had incredible teleportation capabilities. Powered by the three high-energy cores within the femme; her builder, Starscream, had admitted as much.

Before his confused systems could reorient themselves to the change in gravity and atmosphere, he felt searing pain shooting from both of his engines. The Seeker had blown them both with her close range laser! In terror, Silverbolt realized he was now helpless in the sky. As he began to plummet rapidly, his worst fear coming true.

Transforming, he sought to fight, to raise his weapon against the Seeker. But the irrational terror of his acrophobia flooded through him. Shutting down all hope of rational thought; dropping his weapon, he wrapped his arms around the Seeker. His entire frame trembled in his mounting terror.

He felt her chuckle. "So, it is true that your phobia is this great. Hmm Silverbolt?" Raptor whispered in his audios.

Tears flowed from his optics, he wanted so badly to deny his phobia. To fight it down and bravely kick her aft. But he couldn't, the fear paralyzed him. He clung to the Seeker, the only thing between him and falling to his death.

Her plasma engines didn't even strain as she kept the two of them stable in their altitude, even though Silverbolt was larger than she. The sheer power of this Seeker's systems truly amazed the Aerialbot, for she didn't even seemed phased by the intense power drain of carrying both of them through such a long teleport. "Please, just kill me now;" he begged. He knew what faced him as a Decepticon captive, death was far better.

Feeling her hands access the panels over his communications arrays, he jerked as she ripped apart those circuits. His irrational fear still paralyzed him, still forcing him to grip the femme tightly with both of his arms. Her fingers then accessed the panels over his battle processor, he groaned as she ripped the connection cables from it. He was now helpless; unable to fight and unable to call for help.

"So why did they build a Flyer so afraid to fly?" Raptor taunted him.

Suddenly, there was nothing in his arms. Screaming in terror, Silverbolt began to tumble towards Charr. Then he felt arms encircle him from behind, breaking his fall. Sobbing, the Aerialbot hung limply in the Seeker's arms. He knew she was just toying with him, starting the process of breaking him psychologically. But he couldn't control his reactions, his fear controlled him.

She was gone again, and again he screamed as his fall resumed. Then she was in front of him, he grabbed her, pressing his air frame tightly to hers. As he gripped her wings, he felt fingers wiping his tear-streaked cheeks. She forced him to meet her optics, the intensity of her crimson optics boring through him. He bit his lip, trying desperately to regain control of his emotions, not let her have the satisfaction of seeing his terror.

Chuckling at his fear, Raptor ran her fingers up his fuselage. The sensations of pleasure mixed with the terror, causing the Autobot to shiver in response. He shook his head back and forth, trying to deny his reaction. He tried to picture his bond mate, Skydive. Tried to have the calm courage that that Flyer had; but he didn't. He was just a mentally weak Aerialbot, too weak to control his own emotions.

He felt her take his lips, her hands still running along his fuselage. He couldn't resist, his Meta trying desperately to find a way out of his terror. He fell into her embrace, fell into her kiss. Despising himself the entire time, for he was the most pathetic of Autobots.

Galvatron's Toy

Dragging her bound captive, Raptor strode into the Command Center. Galvatron and Cyclonus turned around at the sound of their entrance, the Leader's manacle optics gleaming with pleasure as Raptor kicked the bound Aerialbot towards him.

"Here's a present my lord." The femme said as Silverbolt struggled to his knees, his blue optics full of terror as he looked up at the insane Decepticon Leader.

Cyclonus and Raptor met optics, both Commanders pleased that Galvatron would have a different victim to focus his sadism on for a while. The Elite Guard Commander nodded his head to her in respect.

Galvatron cackled as he looked the Aerialbot over. Striding up to the Flyer, he grabbed his head, forcing those blue optics to meet his own. Silverbolt did his best to glare back at the Decepticon. "Ah, such a thoughtful present, Air Commander;" Galvatron snickered. "I will have much fun breaking him."

"And now we have one less Superion to deal with. A satisfactory outcome," Cyclonus agreed.

Grabbing the Aerialbot by his throat, Galvatron threw him across the room. And then punched him a few times; just for fun.

Cyclonus and Raptor left the room, allowing Galvatron to have his fun. Silverbolt couldn't help himself, he blinked back tears as he stared after the pair. Almost wishing that it was they who would do the torture… They had some honor, those two, and he knew that they wouldn't do what Galvatron would. Spitting out some energon, he staggered to his feet and forced a brave expression on his face plate as he met the insane mech's optics. "I'm no one's present. Free me and maybe you'll escape Prime's wrath." He spat.

Galvatron wailed in laughter. "Oh, perhaps he'd like to join you? Yes, I'm sure he would! Both of you in the purgatory that you lowly bots deserve!"

Silverbolt backed up a bit as Galvatron approached him, his air frame tensing in anticipation of more pain. "You can only best me because I am tied. You are a coward. Nothing but an insane coward!"

The silver mech picked him up and threw him again. By the time he hit the ground, Galvaltron was upon him – pummeling him mercilessly. All the while cackling hysterically about how he enjoyed breaking pathetic Autobots. Destroying them…. Silverbolt's meta reeled from the influx of pain data that streamed from every net in his chassis. He was beginning to black out when Galvatron stopped his assault.

"Shall we play a game -, pathetic Autobot?" Galvatron taunted him; his tone suddenly changing to almost a 'happy' one. As if he was just asking one of his favorite officers to a game of cards. "Shall we have some fun?" His voice seemed to get a bit lower. Roughly, he forced the gasping Aerialbot to meet his optics. "And enjoy ourselves a little?"

"Eat slag! Like I'm going to enjoy 'playing' with the likes of you!" Silverbolt gasped, his voice tinged with disgust and pain. "Just get your torture over with!"

"This is going to be a lot of fun." Galvatron laughed, "I'm glad they gave you to me. Fight all you like though... I would like to watch you do something so pointless..." He started to climb on top of Silverbolt, looking down at him, "You're going to enjoy this," he hissed. "Though, it doesn't really matter if you do or don't – now does it?"

"Like frag I will!" The flyer spat, trying desperately to hide his growing fear, "You're so pathetic. Raping a chained prisoner like this!" He managed to squirm a little under the Decepticon's weight, "You are just the lowest of the scum!"

"It won't be rape when I'm finished with you." Galvatron smirked. "You're going to be begging for it..." He reached down and rubbed a digit gently between Silverbolt's crotch plating. A very gentle touch that was nonetheless invasive and unwanted, "Maybe not right now... but you will..." He promised.

"Oh..." Silverbolt chewed on his lower lip, "You slagging pervert," he growled. Hating the feeling of being touched in such a way - and also hating the inevitable arousal that came with it.

"Keep fighting it..." The silver mech growled, "It lasts longer that way..." He played with Silverbolt's sensitive wings, smirking, "Fight it all you please..." he kissed Silverbolt again, but more gently this time. He liked to break them. Memory echoes from his life before Unicron washed over him briefly. A time when he had used not only force, but sometimes pleasure, to add to his army's ranks… Yes, few Autobots would ever go back to Prime once they'd broken down and begged him, Megatron, for more! Their shame made them HIS! He glared down at the silver flyer. His fragmented thoughts whirling around wildly… But no, now no Autobot would be allowed to join his ranks like that! No, they were only useful as slaves.. Mindless, broken slaves!

Whimpering, Silverbolt pulled away as much as he could, trembling in fear and anticipation of what was about to happen. He struggled in his chains as usual but, like before, it was completely fruitless.

Galvatron smirked some more. He couldn't help it. The pathetic flyer was making this so much fun... He started to fumble with the Autobot's remaining crotch plating. But since Silverbolt was far from relaxed, the metal wasn't easy to pry off, and it would probably hurt too. Pain for an Autobot gave Galvatron pleasure though… The more pain they suffered – the more aroused he'd become!

"N-No! Please..." Silverbolt gave a moan, "D-Don't rape me..." He begged, shaking and suddenly feeling very much afraid. The mech squirmed and struggled in pain as he felt the pain of the crotch plating being removed. Bolts snapped in half, the strong Decepticon leader having no problem exposing what he wanted..

"I told you," Galvatron snarled, locating the catches – and snapping them easily. "You'll like it now – or you'll learn to like it later!" The layer of metal was removed, and the port was laid bare, "Whether you want to like it or not." The insane mech licked his lips as his fingers trailed over the bare port.

Silverbolt shuddered, the port remaining closed. But he suppressed the moan of pleasure. This was so wrong... His port was not designed to open unless he was aroused. Forcing it might damage him permanently. They both knew that. Was Galvatron simply going to force his way in regardless? He wouldn't put it past the Decepticon. But giving in, after all his fighting would be so pointless...

But Galvatron didn't want to permanently damage his new pet, his new slave. No, not yet! The Aerialbot was too beautifully put together… He was a prize to destroy slowly over time.. To enjoy each and every wonderful scream! So he simply lay down on top of Silverbolt and started to kiss him, running his fingers over sensitive surfaces.

The mech bit his lip and tried to resist the feelings of arousal, closing his eyes and trying to think of Air Raid and his comrades who fell at the hands of Decepticon monsters just like the one who planned to rape him. Monsters that now seemed unstoppable!

"Nervous?" Galvatron kissed Silverbolt again, "Don't be. If I were in a bad mood... I'd have ripped you right open by now. Just... relax.. No, I want you to enjoy this – I want to hear you beg me!." He stroked a finger over Silverbolt's closed port.

"It's easy for you to say..." Silverbolt mumbled. He tried unsuccessfully to stifle a groan as his port was stroked, "I - I don't WANT this!" the Autobot whined, slowly growing more and more aroused.

"You will." He smirked with another kiss, "You want it right now... but you deny it. Soon though, you'll be begging for it...You Autobots are all the same. Weak and soft under your armor. That's why we will rule the universe. That's why we will have you all as pleasure slaves if we even choose to spare your worthless sparks!"

"Never!" Silverbolt cried out. "Why me?" He asked the Decepticon, shuddering at the touches, "Why is it me you want?!"

"Because," Galvatron kissed him with his glossa. "Because you're mine now. And I can do whatever I want with you."

Silverbolt groaned in despair. Thanks to Galvatron's stroking and kissing, his port was almost aching with pleasure that he didn't want to feel. It would be a simple matter for Galvatron to open it up. More oily tears ran down his metal face as he tried to resist, "N-No... Please..."

"You can't fight it any longer," Galvatron smirked. "You want it...You desire the cable of the most powerful mech ever made!" He slid the final cover aside, "You're going to love it... and then you're going to deny loving it... but there's no need to be ashamed..." He started to remove his own crotch plating. It came off much more easily.

Needless to say, Silverbolt was horribly ashamed of how easily the mech had opened him up. Defensively, he tried his best to squirm out of the way, "N-No... Please..." he begged, his teary optics meeting with Galvatron's.

Galvatron's evil smirk widened. With a snicker, he removed the second layer of armor on his own crotch, and slid aside his own port, his interfacing cable rolling out. It wasn't even fully extended yet, and it was large for his build.

Silverbolt laughed in an attempt to belittle the larger Decepticon and hide his fear, "Oh look at you with the little cable," he mocked, "No wonder you need to rape me..."

"That's because it's not full yet," Galvatron growled as he slapped the mech roughly. He narrowed his optics, a sadistic gleam now burning within them. "It will be... once I've had your lip components on it!" He snarled angrily, grabbing the back of Silverbolt's helm.

"Y-You're so pathetic..." the Autobot replied. He tried to move his head around as much as he could to make it hard for the Decepticon.

"If you hadn't insulted me, you wouldn't have to do this, you pathetic Autobot!" Galvatron forced Silverbolt's lip components to touch the tip of his cable, "You can lick, or you can suck," he snarled, "But if you fight I'll rip your cable out..."

Silverbolt whimpered at the thought, but desperately and angrily growled. "No way!" He protested, "Why should I touch that horrible thing?"

Galvatron landed him a punch in the jaw, "Because right now, I don't need your cable!" He snarled, and grabbed Silverbolt's cable, starting to twist and squeeze, "I can always get Hook to reattach it later if I change my meta!"

Silverbolt whimpered in pain and in a sad moment of defeat, moved his head forward and shakily gave Galvatron's cable a single, long lick.

"Don't stop," Galvatron commanded, still holding his toy's cable tightly, "You're usually so good at using your mouth... it's going to take a lot to persuade me to forget your insults..."

Silverbolt took a part of the cable in his mouth, and ungracefully started to suck slightly. Then, he remembered his position. Now was the perfect opportunity, he thought, as he victoriously clamped his dental plates down on the cable. Frag it! He didn't care anymore, maybe this would teach the Decepticon. Maybe they'd just go ahead and off line his aft quickly! That'd be better than being a slave!

Galvatron gave a shriek of pain and pulled back, "It seems my pathetic pet needs to be taught a lesson!" He growled. He snarled again, and gave Silverbolt's cable a sharp twist, ripping it out.

Silverbolt almost blacked out with pain, alarm signals blaring inside his head and forcing him to scream and shriek. "Akkkkk! Noooo!" he continued to scream loudly, bashing his own helm against the floor on which he was pinned and trying to initiate a reboot.

"And now..." Galvatron pushed Silverbolt's cable into a safe place in his armor, "Coming... ready or not," he snarled, and forced his way into Silverbolt's port, which was only half ready for it.

Silverbolt screamed and shook as the cable was forced in and the interface forcefully began. He was constructing firewalls quickly but Galvatron was just as quick in tearing them down. Soon, dirty erotic pleasure and pain was flooded all over the Autobot flyer's body, who writhed under the weight of the Decepticon above him.

"Take it! Take it all you pathetic mech!" Galvatron snarled, "You could have had it nice, but you wanted it rough! Well now you'll take it rough, you Autobot whore!"

"O-Ooooooooooh please! Please I'll….. I'll….Have mercy!" Silverbolt begged, crying as loud as he possibly could, the place where his cable had been torn off in agonizing pain and was bleeding Energon, "Stop! pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, stoooooopppppp!"

"Mercy?!" Galvatron just thrust harder, "You... a dirty, filthy Autobot... are begging me... an evil, cruel Decepticon for MERCY?!" He cackled as he thrust his spark into the writhing Autobot. His digits gripped Silverbolt's shoulder plates harder, "ARE YOU?! Well beg LOUDER!"

"P-Pleeeeeaaaaassssse!" Silverbolt begged, already weeping, " Primus... pleeeeeeaaaaaase..."

Galvatron did not stop his thrusting, but he eased up on the sobbing flyer, his thrusts becoming much slower and, dare we say, more gentle, his grip on Silverbolt easing up too, "Is that better, my pathetic little slave?" he snickered, before groaning in pleasure, "Is that... better for you?" His optics had a strange gleam in them, as if he was mentally in a different place – raping a different mech. A mech that he could never truly best.. Never truly ever have..

"O-Oh... Please..." Silverbolt whined, his air frame scraping against the cell floor. Struggling was pointless with his hands chained behind his back, and in desperation, he attempted to appeal to the insane Decepticon in another way, by kissing him repeatedly, "P-Please stop... I don't want this... p-please..."

"You're not acting like it," He growled, still thrusting into him gleefully.

"Please!" Silverbolt wailed, "Please stop! I'm sorry! Please stop!"

"You bit me...You DARED to bite me – Galvatron the future ruler of the universe!" Galvatron groaned, his thrusts becoming smoother, "First you insulted me... then you bit me. You will take this... and should I choose... to have Hook reattach your cable..." he gave another groan, "You'll give it too..."

" Primus..." Silverbolt managed, before descending into a number of moans of pleasure and groans of misery as Galvatron continued his enjoyment of his unwilling port.

"There..." Galvatron moaned in pleasure as the pain in his cable eased up, "There... easy... nice and... easy..." he groaned again, "See... It's so much better... when you don't... fight...When you accept that I'm your master. Your master forever!" He leant forward again, kissing the silver Autobot briefly with each thrust.

Silverbolt whined and tried to resist, clamping his optics shut, but physically and mentally exhausted as he was, he couldn't fight the pleasure overcoming the pain, and his chassis slumped, giving up the fight, at least for now.

Galvatron could feel himself almost ready for overload, and his words ceased, while his thrusts sped up. He could tell that it was easier for Silverbolt too. He didn't really care if the Autobot came or not today though; the ConCord had to learn that fighting made it harder.

The flyer was just waiting for the rape to end. Just because he had relaxed didn't mean he liked it. The pain had turned into dirty, whorish pleasure. He lay almost still, feeling Galvatron's relentless thrusts in and out of him, crying out with pain and pleasure as their armor slammed together, and the tears of shame ran down his cheeks. He was broken.. He was shamed now..

Galvatron's thrusts sped up still more, and then he overloaded for a few seconds, slumping onto Silverbolt. But the young mech didn't have the chance to think of fighting back, because it wasn't a particularly powerful overload, and the Decepticon was sitting back up again, with his cable still nestled deeply within him, "Better," he said roughly, "Much better. Remember your place slave, and maybe I'll even feed you."

Silverbolt looked up at Galvatron, his optics only half-open. He hadn't overloaded but he was exhausted, and ashamed, oh so ashamed... "Wh-what are you going to do to me now?" he whispered, "Are you going to... to..?" Did he really want the leader to off line him? Did he really have no hope now? No hope for rescue….

Galvatron smirked, producing Silverbolt's cable again, "Do you ever want this useless thing reattached?" he teased, "Or shall I just throw it out with the other junk?"

"Y-You're going to offline me anyway, aren't you?" The flyer found himself instinctively moving away from the mech as much as the chains allowed, certain that the answer would be yes. Despite his humiliation and imprisonment, the urge to survive was still inside, and he didn't want to offline just yet.

"Of course not, pathetic Autobot," Galvatron snickered, "You belong to me... and only stupid 'cons break their toys. You have a choice... the same choice I've already offered you... You can submit to being mine... or you can keep your foolish pride and not belong to anybody – in particular. You are, after all... very beautiful..."

"W-what about my cable?" Silverbolt asked, trying to steer the topic away from a choice of willful slavery to the Decepticon leader or forced slavery to the entire Decepticon base, "A-Are you going to reattach it?"

"Well, since you want it back so badly..." Galvatron purred, and replaced the cable, twisting a few wires together. He wouldn't bother Hook with it. A few tears in it really wouldn't matter. It would take time for the bot's self repair nets to repair it fully, though, and for several cycles Silverbolt would not be able to use it. Almost a shame. He allowed the mech to retract it and close his ports, "You can choose me... or this cell," He snickered "And if you choose the cell... you'll get everybody."

"Th-then... I choose... NO!" Silverbolt cried out, his cable was in agony, "I won't choose you! I'd rather this cell, than willingly choose you!" It was stupid. But he didn't want to offer the Decepticon any form of victory. He had lost, but he still had his dignity!

"Truly a pathetic mech. How stupid," With an evil smirk on his face plate, Galvatron stood up, leaving Silverbolt totally exposed, "You're not really... thinking straight right now, so I'll give you a few days to rethink your answer. You might get a visit or two from the other Decepticons though... And I believe Scourge is into playing with my toys... Since it's the only time he has command over another!" The mech exited the cell and slammed the door behind him, not even giving the groaning Autobot a second glance.

Silverbolt watched Galvatron strut away, then huddled up, and began to sob, incapable of holding it back any longer. "P-Primus... Somebody... anybody... please help me."

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