Summary: Have you ever noticed that almost all the members of G1 gestalt teams have something wrong with them? Whether it's a phobia, recognizable disorder, or an over exaggerated personality trait. They each have a unique processor fluke that makes them stand out in your mind. With each chapter of this story you will see an example of them exhibiting their issues for all of us to enjoy. Long live the gestalts!
Author's Note: This chapter contains some very graphic violence so if you don't like it please don't read.
Sadistic personality Disorder: This disorder is characterized by cruel, aggressive, manipulative, and demeaning behavior directed towards others. Abusiveness and violence are common in the sadist's social relationships, because the sadist lacks concern for people and derives pleasure from harming or humiliating others.
Definition provided by psychnet-UK.
The blue and white mech hung from the ceiling limply. The silver chains above him made a pleasing sound as his body swayed a little. Vortex had always loved the sounds that chains made. He sometimes played tracks of it in his head when he had trouble falling into recharge.
Such a pleasant sound.
He wondered if Mirage enjoyed it too.
He walked around the suspended mech slowly. He liked to examine his victim before he began his work. Brawl liked to joke that he enjoyed playing with his food. He guessed that was sort of true.
It had been pure luck that had led his newest meal to be hanging here in the first place. Blast off had been walking down a hallway that was a little two small for him and he had just bumped into Mirage.
Getting knocked down by such a large mech had shocked the Autobot spy so much that he had suddenly become visible again.
Vortex chuckled just thinking about the rush of surprise that had flared through the gestalt bond when Blast Off had discovered Mirage. It wasn't often that the shuttle felt such strong emotions. Well, except for hatred. He felt that a lot.
A small noise brought the rotary out of his thoughts.
Mirage gave another little moan as he came back online. Vortex's rotors spun as he walked over to the trapped Autobot.
"Good morning sunshine." Vortex said. "How was your little rest. I hope you enjoyed it because I have a few fun things planned for us." He giggled as he said the last part.
"Fun?" Mirage groaned. It was an effort to speak. The stun gun that Blast Off had used to put him into stasis had left some residual charges in his system. He hurt everywhere.
"Well fun for me anyway." Vortex walked over to a table in the corner and examined a datapad. "Now I am going to have to disable your electro-disruptor. Normally I would let you do what you wanted during an interrogation but I sort of promised Swindle I would video tape this little session. Sorry about that."
"What?" Mirage asked. He couldn't make of sense of anything that Vortex was saying it felt like his processor was running slower then usual. It was getting better as the charge in his circuits dissipated. He wasn't sure if he wanted it too though.
"Well you see Swin says that your frame is an old tower model." He explained as he scrolled down the pages on the data pad. "A video of a sexy tower frame dripping in energon goes for a lot with the kinda people Swin deals with. I hope you understand. We can't have you being camera shy. It's nothing personal."
Vortex put the data pad back on the table and rubbed his servos together. A twisted smile appeared on his faceplates. He began to take slow steps toward his prisoner.
"I think it's time we begin." Vortex said. "Now Megatron suspects that your purpose here today was not to spy on us but to give us a little… gift." Vortex ghosted his servo over the blue mech's back. He counted softly to himself. His voice was a soft purr. It sent shivers through Mirage's frame.
"Five…"
"Four…"
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One"
Vortex used his claw like hands to dig the electro-disruptor out of Mirages frame. The blue mech screamed in agony as the little machine was forcefully pulled from his body.
The scream made Vortex shudder in pleasure. The sound was even better then the noise of the chains. He loved it.
He needed more.
It was like finding a delicious high grade. You couldn't just have one sip. You had to down the whole cube. But you had to savour it too. Oh and he was planning to savour this.
"Now are you going to tell me what you were doing here?" He asked in a mock sweet voice. "Hmmm? We can stop this right now if you will just tell me why you are here."
Mirage didn't speak. He hung there drawing air into his intakes.
Vortex's smile grew wider. He loved when they didn't give in easily. It made it so much sweeter. So much more fun. He began his countdown again.
"Five…"
"Four…"
He loved to watch his victim's face while he counted. You could see the fear growing in their optics as the numbers got lower. The sight of their lips trembling in fear sent jolts of pleasure through his frame.
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One"
Vortex suddenly brought a laser scalpel out his subspace. He used it to slowly carve his name into the flat, white surface of Mirage's right thigh. The pink energon started to slowly trickle from the deep cuts.
Vortex felt his spark shudder from the sight of it. Primus but he loved his job.
The Decepticon kneeled down in front of the shaking blue mech. He leaned in close to the Autobot's injured leg and flicked his glossa against one of the cuts.
Both of the mechs moaned at exactly the same moment. Mirage, from the sting of the wet appendage on his burning leg. Vortex, from the delicious taste of processed energon.
There was nothing more delicious then energon you took from someone else. It had a flavour to it that you just couldn't find anywhere but inside another Cybertronians body. He gave Mirage another lick and rolled the thick liquid over his tongue.
He moaned again.
"Just tell me why you're here Mirage and this can all be over." He said right before he pushed his tongue past the torn metal. He could feel some of the Autobot's wires sparking against his glossa. He wondered if that's what human pop rocks would feel like.
Mirage squirmed and tried not to cry out against the pain.
"I have nothing to tell you." He said through gritted denta. He was beginning to weaken though and Vortex could feel that. After years of being in this profession he had learned to read his victims well.
That is what made him the best.
"Oh I think you have something to tell me. It's up there in that pretty little head if yours. And since Soundwave isn't here, it's my job to get it out." Vortex gave the cuts one more long lick before rising from the floor.
He walked slowly around Mirage. He had an expression of deep thought on his face that made Mirage's breathing speed up even more.
"Yes, it's up there in your head. The answers that Megatron wants." Vortex mumbled to himself as he walked over to one of the tables that lined the walls. He picked up a large silver blade and inspected it for a moment.
It would do nicely for what he had in mind.
Vortex walked back over to the still hanging Autobot and smirked at him.
Without saying another word he gently put the blade on Mirage's neck. After a moment of resting it there and seeing the fear and confusion in the Autobot's expression he began to move it back and forth.
He had first seen this method while watching some ridiculous human show on how they cut down there forest plants. A tree is what they called them. Two humans would go back and forth at the base of the tree with an overlarge saw. It had become a perfect interrogation method. One of his new favorites.
He began to increase the pace at which he saw and Mirage started to scream as the energon slowly dripped down his neck. Vortex used the servo that was not controlling the knife to spread the fluid around the Autobots face.
Vortex though it made his white frame look even more beautiful. He brought some of it to his lips and sucked on his fingers. That gave him an even better idea.
He swirled his fingers in the still leaking energon until they were completely coated in the thick fluid. He then stuck them into Mirage's still screaming mouth.
It felt so good to have the other mech's glossa writhing against his fingers. He let out another little moan at how wonderful this was. Some mechs really did get everything they ever wanted.
"Pwease!" Mirage screamed around his fingers. "Pwease stop. I'll tell you just pwease no more."
Vortex stopped moving the knife and withdrew his still coated fingers.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you." The Con smiled sickly at the other mech.
Mirage took a few breaths to steady himself though the pain he was feeling. "I left a bomb." He began. "I left a bomb on the lowest deck." Vortex stepped away from the Autobot after hearing this and Mirage sagged in his chains.
The sight made Vortex's rotors spin in pleasure.
The Combaticon turned away and quickly called Onslaught on his comm.
"The interrogation was a success. The Autobot spy says he left a bomb on the lowest deck." He stood there for a while waiting for conformation of his new information. He was easily amused by his still hanging prisoner.
Finally he received a comm. Back from his commander saying that the bomb had been found and disabled.
"Great but my new toy is still conscious down here and I was wondering if I had the all clear to have a little more fun with him." Vortex said this pleadingly.
"Megatron says to do as you please but to not kill him. Onslaught out" The comm. Disconnected and Vortex returned his hungry gaze to the lovely blue, white, and pink mech in front of him.
He pulled a shock prod from his subspace and started to slowly walk towards Mirage.
"It looks like we still get to have some more fun." He turned the pord on and off as he took each step.
"Five…"
"Four…"
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One"
He flipped the dial on the prod to its highest setting and the light lit the entire room up. It filled his spark with contentment.
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-Rel