A/N Sorry this took so long but life kinda got in the way. Okay warnings... Sex, torture, bad accents, and bad grammar. This is a bit graphic so if you don't like it DON'T READ IT! Okay enough of the warnings.
And so I present unto thee my humble readers from my deranged mind.... (you know these entrances are just going to get worse right?)
Caught Like A Rat In A Trap
Long before Rattrap would have liked, there was knock on his door. "Whoevah ya are, you'd bettah have brought room service," he said as he tried to wake up.
He heard Primal laugh and he knew that this wasn't just a 'How are you holding up?' call. Sure enough, Primal said, "Sorry Rattrap, waiter's day off. No time anyway. We just got a reading of energon in Sector 7. We need you to get there and see if it can be mined."
"Ain't that place got like all dem earthquakes?" Rattrap said in his best fake whine.
"Yes, we think that's why the energon just now came up on our scanners," Primal explained.
"Den send spots."
"He's still under observation. He nearly killed himself getting you back here," Primal said through the door. Very few bots opened the door to Rattrap's room. They didn't want to smell it.
"What?" said Rattrap as he sat up. "Why didn't anyone say nothin'?"
"He's fine. Rhinox would just like to keep him in the base for a few days. So you get to go. I'm sorry to do this after you've been that badly hurt, but we don't have a choice..."
Rattrap quickly realized that he was about to get one of Primal's 'Gotta beat the Preds to it' speeches. "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya," he said, barely containing the yelp of pain as he stood up. Without meaning to, he thought about the last time he had felt pain back there, but it was nowhere near as bad as after the attack. 'Get off dat train now,' he thought to himself.
"Good bot," Primal said, then left.
Rattrap had half a mind to push his luck, but the Boss Monkey would get on his case. He hissed as he moved sharply. He transformed to see if that helped. No dice. He sighed, transformed back to his robot mode and began to gather what he would need, moving gingerly and hoping he could conceal it once he got out of his room. Soon he was ready and left his room.
As he turned a corner, he ran headlong into Dinobot. He took a moment to admire the view he had of Dinobot's crotch plate before looking up at the much larger bot. "So... uh... Chopperface. We cool?"
Dinobot gave a slight head movement in the direction of behind the rat. Rattrap listened for a moment and heard Primal's footfalls. Dinobot then said exasperatedly, "Vermin, I will not kill you right now if that is what you mean. You shall know when I intend to kill you." However, he gave the rat the tiniest of smiles once Primal was gone.
Rattrap returned the smile and said grumpily, "Well, good ta know I got fair warnin'." He then transformed and left the base.
The one good thing, he realized, about being alone was that he had time to think - as well as the fact that no one would bug him about how he was walking just a bit awkwardly. So think he did, mulling over that nagging feeling. He knew that part of it had been lust, but the other part… it had gotten stronger during his one-night-stand with Dinobot, although that feeling became an almost nauseating one at the words 'one-night-stand'. They just didn't feel right to even think. The problem was that every time he'd really start thinking, he'd move wrong and send pain through his body. Add to that the fact that he was extremely tired (though he smiled at the reason), and he was hungry. He'd forgotten to grab something before he left. Oh, well. If was lucky he'd come across something he could eat, which was just about everything and anything.
Once again he moved wrong, and started cursing whatever and whoever came to mind. This was going to be a long walk. Then the ground shook, and he inhaled sharply as he fell on his aft. A very long walk.
As Rattrap was cursing up a blue streak, Cheetor sat watching the monitors. Light duty, only short jaunts outside… it was going to drive him nuts in a matter of days, if not sooner. He stood up and stretched a bit; he'd been sitting there for several hours now, watching that no Preds caught Rattrap unaware. Suddenly, even as he watched the screen, Rattrap's little blip went dead.
"Giga bummer," Cheetor said to himself in a panic. He was just about to go looking for Rhinox when Optimus entered the room.
"Cheetor? What's wrong?" he asked, seeing Cheetor's worried expression.
"Big-Bot, Rattrap's signal just went dead!" Cheetor exclaimed.
Optimus put a hand on his shoulder. "Show me." Cheetor brought up where Rattrap's signal was last seen. Optimus looked over it carefully, then looked at Cheetor. "He's probably fine, Cheetor. He must be near that energon deposit, and with the area slightly geologically unstable it most likely has uncovered more. There's probably nothing to worry about." Oh, how wrong he was.
Rattrap felt sick, and he was now glad he'd missed breakfast. That sick feeling - plus the bits of webbing stuck to his fur - caused him to surmise that one or both of the spiders had taken him out at some point, most likely shortly after he had found the energon. There had been a quake and then nothing.
"Well, well, well. It seems the trap has caught a rat. Yeees." Megatron's voice came from somewhere. Rattrap opened his optics to find himself in an unfamiliar room.
"Whatcha want, Megs?" he asked as though bored. Inwardly he thought, 'Huh boy, dis week just keeps gettin' better and better... dis reeeeeally can't be good...'
"Oh, not much. Glory, rule of Cybertron, you and your comrades dead at my feet. Not much at all, no." Megatron smiled and waited to see what the rat would say. There he sat, in beast mode, poisoned by both Blackarachnia and Tarantulas, and yet he still spoke as though the only reason he was here was because he had nothing better to do. It amused the tyrant.
"Yeah, ya hardly want anyt'ing dere, Megs," said Rattrap as he tried to get to his feet. The pain in his aft was really not helping right now.
Megatron walked over to the rat and picked him up in his T-Rex hand. "But there is something I want from you, Vermin," said the Predacon leader.
"Hey, dinnah and a movie first. Besides, I doubt ya could afford me," Rattrap told him smugly.
Megatron growled and squeezed Rattrap hard. Rattrap dry heaved. "Oh, you will tell me everything I want to know, Vermin. Eventually. Yeeeessss." With that, he clubbed Rattrap hard over the head and got to work.
Rattrap awoke some time later, hoping that it had all been a dream. Unfortunately, when he felt that he was in robot mode and chained to the wall, ceiling, and floor, he realized that wasn't the case. "Huh boy, dis ain't good," he said to himself.
He heard the sound of splashing and looked up. He saw Megatron's tub, and the Predacon leader exited it.
"You're awake!" he said with false charm. "How nice! Now you can tell me how to shut down Sentinel."
Rattrap gave a scathing laugh. "Yeah right, an' I'm a Deception in hiding. Not gonna happen, Scales!"
"Actually, Vermin, I was hoping you would say something like that." Megatron pushed a button on a nearby console. The chain connected to the ceiling tightened up until Rattrap was hanging by his hands. The ones holding him to the wall and floor also pulled tight. At first Rattrap wondered about all this, until Megatron punched him, hard, in the gut. He swung a bit then came to rest. He was a punching bag. "Very well, if that is your answer... I've always wanted my own punching bag in my room, yeeees." Megatron sounded like a kid in a candy store.
"Do whatevah ya want, Laser Breath," Rattrap told him defiantly. "You ain't gettin nothin' outta me." Inwardly he thought, 'Come on, guys... hurry up and get heres....'
At first he kept up a strong face, saying things like, "Ohhh yeah, come on Megs, give it ta me," and "Just a bit lower, oooo, ahhh good massage," and of course, "Was dat supposed ta hurt?" However, after several hours of this, he was forced to stop his comebacks.
When Megatron saw that Rattrap was weakening, he stopped and cupped Rattrap's chin in his hand almost gently. "Well, Vermin, would you like to tell me anything?"
Rattrap looked up at him and took a shuddering breath. He then hocked back and spat mech-blood in Megatron's face. "Get scrapped, Mega-jerk!"
Megatron smashed his fist into Rattrap's face, then walked over to his comm unit and called into it. "Attention Predacons, we have a new punching bag strung up in my room. Feel free to come by and use him." Megatron grinned evilly at Rattrap and walked back to his tub to watch the fun.
Rattrap couldn't remember all of what happened to him after that. He knew that by the end of it he was bleeding badly from his jaw and some joints that he couldn't see. He was dented and even had holes in him, mainly from Blackarachnia's sharp pincers. "I've always wanted something to try out some new moves on," she had said as she left.
"So, Rattrap, are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Megatron finally asked him. "All you need to do is tell me what I want to hear and this will all stop," he added sweetly.
"Fuck you!" Rattrap yelled. It was hard to yell, but he wanted Megatron to know that he was still unbroken.
Inferno was the next bot to enter. He saluted Megatron with a, "My Queen, forgive my lateness."
Rattrap chuckled a bit. "Queen... I know who takes it in you guys's relationship."
Rattrap's humor was quickly halted when Megatron said, "He's all yours for now, Inferno." Rattrap trembled inwardly when Inferno walked over to him.
Several hours later, he knew that his shoulder joints were both pulled out of their sockets and that there was some major internal damage. 'Dis guy's gonna kill me,' he thought.
Megatron spoke up as Inferno left another dent in the Maximal. "Inferno, dear, that's enough. You're too good at this. Come here, I'll give you something to do; give Scorponok his turn."
"Yes, my Queen," Inferno said as he walked away and Scorponok entered.
Rattrap couldn't help it. The term was too funny, and despite his pain he let out his staccato chuckle. "Dear," Rattrap managed to grind out. "I always figured dat somethin' was goin' on between yous twos."
"Be silent," Scorponok said, cracking him in the jaw.
"Now pleasure me while I enjoy the show," Megatron said as Inferno entered the bath and sat down next to his Queen.
The ant took Megatron's rod in his hand and stroked it as Megatron watched his Second In Command beat up Rattrap. "Does this please you, Royalty?" Inferno asked huskily.
"As always, Inferno, you do an excellent job," replied Megatron as he ran a hand across Inferno's face, caressing it. He got hotter as Scorponok worked over Rattrap. Soon he grew impatient with just Inferno's hand, so he grabbed the fire ant and bent him over the side of the tub, where he could watch.
Rattrap got a optic full of the sight of Megatron entering Inferno and said in disgust, "Awwww come on, I really didn't need to see dat. Someone just put out my optics already. Yeeeesh." Then he let out a scream as Scorponok grabbed one of his arms in a claw and clamped onto it, breaking the limb.
Megatron moaned loudly at the sight and rammed himself into Inferno. "Yeeeessss."
Inferno hadn't ever felt his Queen so hot ever before; such lust was shoving him closer to his release. "Oh, my Queen... I'm so clo-"
Megatron cut him off with a hand tightly clamped around his throat. "Now now, Inferno.... you know better than that, yeees. I always go first."
"Of course, my Queen," Inferno moaned. He gripped the side of the tub and concentrated on pleasuring Megatron. He could only hope to hold out until his Queen had finished. Feeling Megatron dig his fingers into his body nearly set the fire ant off. With a tremendous effort he held back his release.
Megatron was enjoying himself fully, with Inferno bent under him and the screams of a victim in his audios. A particularly loud crack followed by a scream sent him over the edge, and he cried out as he filled Inferno completely with his seed. "Ohhh yeeessss," he said as he pulled out and sat down.
Inferno needed to follow Megaton into blissful ecstasy. "Please, my Queen… I have done as you asked..." He trailed off as he stood up, his unit painfully erect.
Megatron thought for a moment. "Yes, Inferno, and quite adequately," he said, now in an almost bored voice. "Very well, I shall finish you." He moved to get a better grip on the ant and gave the rod in his hand a sharp twist and a squeeze, then began to quickly run his fist over it.
In nearly no time at all, when Megatron gave it another sharp twist, Inferno cried, "Oh, my QUEEN!" Once he was done, he slumped against the tub. "Thank you, Royalty," he said breathlessly.
"Go clean yourself up, then return to your duties," Megatron said with a dismissive wave as he replaced his crotch plate.
Inferno did the same, and with his usual enthusiasm said, "Of course, Royalty!" He then saluted and marched out, flamethrower over one shoulder.
As the hours dragged on for Rattrap, he went from being able to come up with comebacks left, right, and center to being silent. Slowly he began to break. By the second day, he couldn't move his jaw at all and he was sure all of his limbs were broken in at least one place. However, he kept up his defiance, refusing to tell Megatron what he wanted, although he privately thought that Megatron was getting what he really wanted. By day three he could only whimper - the pain was too great to do anything else. At some point he figured that someone had overridden his Stasis Lock, as well as his pain dampening programs. He felt everything, but it all seemed to blur together. He was only given enough energon to keep him alive. The only break he ever got was Megatron asking him for the codes to the Axalon.
Even though screaming had long since broken his vocal processor, he still refused to give in. He started to drift from what was going on, locking himself in his own mind, the same trick he had used when he had been raped as a sparkling. The main thing that kept him going was Dinobot. The irascible raptor kept coming into his mind every time he considered telling Megatron what he wanted - telling him not to give in, calling him every name in the book to keep up his defiance.
While he was getting one of these mental pep talks, the chains shook him. It took a while to realize that the ship was under attack. The Maximals had figured out where he was and had come to get him. Megatron had left some time ago, leaving him alone.
Suddenly he saw the door open, and Waspinator entered. This surprised Rattrap. Waspy had been the only one who had never participated in his beatings.
"Shhh," Waspinator said, placing a finger in front of his mandibles. "Wazzpinator get you out." He went over to the panel and released the chains; Rattrap fell with a thud to the floor.
"Zzzzorry," the wasp buzzed. Rattrap tried to speak, but he couldn't. "If Wazzpinator givezz Rat-bot back to Maximalzz, Maximalzz won't blow Wazzpinator up.... and Wazzpinator really hatezz zzeeing zomeone being tortured like thiz." That last part seemed to be to himself as he carefully walked over to Rattrap. "Izz how Wazzpinator ended up like thizz." The wasp shook his head. Louder he said, "Rat-bot must trazzform."
Rattrap tried, but the pain was so great that if he could have he would have screamed. He remembered Dinobot transforming despite all the damage he had taken, thought of whatever it was Cheetor had damaged getting him out of that cave. With a silent scream of pain, he forced himself to transform.
Waspinator picked up the rat and left the room. With all the other Predacons out fighting the Maximals, he could get out. If he could get to his room, he could use his window and avoid the others. Somewhere along the way, Rat-bot passed out. He wasn't in stasis lock, though. His rat form had put him to sleep.
Waspinator made his way to his room and flew out the window and up. From his vantage point he could see Lizard-bot and Cat-bot and Horn-bot shooting at the ship. He looked around and saw Optimus Primal, Bird-bot and Tiger-bot waiting. There, he would bring Rat-bot there and get back to the fight before Megatron noticed he was gone. He came down towards the three saying, "No shoot Wazzpinator, no shoot Wazzpinator!"
"Hold your fire," Optimus said to Airazor and Tigertron. He watched as the Predacon flier landed carrying a sleeping Rattrap.
"Rat-bot is azzleep. You take Rat-bot, Wazzpinator no get blown up," Waspinator said with a nod. "Rat-bot hurt bad," the wasp added, then took off quickly and headed for the fire fight.
"What was that about?" Airazor asked, looking at where Waspinator had left Rattrap.
"I'm not altogether sure," Primal said. "But first things first. Maximals, we have Rattrap. Fall back and let's get him home. And don't fire on Waspinator. I'll explain when we re-group. Primal out."
Dinobot covered Cheetor's and Rhinox's retreat. He never thought he'd feel that relieved to hear that they had gotten Rattrap back. He was curious about why Primal had said not to fire on Waspinator, but he had his own theories. He shoved all that back into his mind - he'd think about it later. Right now he wanted to see that Rattrap was alive for himself. He followed his teammates away from the Darkside.
When they got to the rendezvous point, they transformed to beast mode.
"S...so what happened, big bot?" Cheetor asked, looking down at Rattrap's mangled form.
"Waspinator of all bots brought him to us."
"Waspinator? Why'd the bug do that?"
"I don't know, Cheetor, but right now Rattrap's safety is more important."
Cheetor looked down at his paws. "I can't run like that again... but..." He threw his feline head back. "I'll try." His tone was a mixture of sorrow and defiance.
"You won't have to, Cheetor. I can fly him back. He's in beast mode, so there isn't the threat of energon damage at least." Optimus patted Cheetor on the head. The boy was willing to risk his life for a comrade, something rare in those his age. Primal transformed and carefully picked up Rattrap.
Dinobot watched as the rat was lifted off the ground. His tiny rat eyes flew open and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pain. Dinobot had often seen such expressions during his time in the war, but seeing it on Rattrap made him shudder. Primal took off, and the other Maximals followed at top speed.
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Several hours later, Optimus had gotten Rattrap into the CR chamber and the others had made it back to base. Cheetor was placed on the monitors, Optimus was in the other CR chamber to hasten the healing processes from energon damage, and Rhinox was busy going over the myriad wounds that Rattrap had sustained. There were so many that the computer couldn't scan for them all, so the green bot was scanning manually. So intent on his work was he that he never heard Dinobot come up behind him. He jumped when Dinobot spoke. "How bad is the damage?"
"About as bad as it can get with out him being dead." Rhinox looked about a million years old. When he finished the scan, he said, "There. All we need to do is wait."
"There is one thing you didn't scan for," Dinobot said, having watched over Rhinox's shoulder the entire time.
"Oh, and what's that?"
Dinobot thought for a moment. He cupped his own chin in one hand and tapped the side of his helm. 'Rhinox won't say word one if that fur ball is in the room,' he thought. He nodded his head slightly towards Cheetor with the expression, 'he doesn't need to hear this'.
Rhinox thought it was strange to see Dinobot caring for Cheetor's innocence, but he understood the unspoken message. "Cheetor, do me a favor. Go and get us some energon. We've been here for hours."
"Sure thing, Big Green!" Cheetor said, glad to be of some help.
As soon as he'd left, Rhinox asked, "Okay. What do you want me to scan for that you didn't want Cheetor to hear?"
"Check for signs of....violation..." The last word was growled out with barely contained rage and hatred.
"What?!"
"Megatron is a sick bot, and his sexual tastes reflect that. He enjoys the sight of someone being tortured... and is aroused by it." Dinobot shuddered slightly.
"I can see why you didn't want Cheetor in the room." Rhinox peered at Dinobot. "Since when do you give a slag about that, though?"
Dinobot huffed. "I don't. However, I know that you do, and thus wouldn't say anything in front of the feline. Personally, I feel that you all baby him far to much considering we are in a war."
"He's still young, and something like that might cause him to cave in on himself. We need every bot on hand. There is simply no need to traumatize him any more then is going to happen due to war."
Dinobot seethed. "So, you'd rather him find out the hard way and be even more traumatized from lack of preparation for what might happen?"
"Preparing someone is one thing. Scaring them out of their wits is another." Rhinox's voice was growing in volume.
"Better to fear now and conquer it then be forced to face it with no defense."
Rhinox was about to retort when Cheetor entered. "Here ya go, fellow bots," he said, handing them each a cube.
Dinobot gave Rhinox a scathing look before downing his cube. "I'm heading to my quarters."
"Gee ,what's wrong with him?" Cheetor asked as he drank his cube. Rhinox didn't answer.
Dinobot started to pace around his quarters. He was angry, and worried. Over the last few days he had been contemplating what had transpired between him and Rattrap. At first he had figured that it had been a one-time thing. He knew that often when one survived a life or death situation, the urge to interface grew strong, and more often then not for the one you had survived with. But after giving that some thought, he dismissed it. There was more to it. Rattrap had come to him. After three days of contemplation and secretly worrying himself sick, he came to the conclusion that Rattrap, for what ever inexplicable reason, was attracted to him. When that thought had first entered his CPU he had laughed at it, but after mulling it over, he realized that it wasn't just his overworked processor.
Now he had to wait. Just wait and see how bad the damage really was, both mentally and physically. It was going to be a long night.
At the crack of dawn, Dinobot entered the control room to see Rhinox sitting at a monitor station. There was no one else in the room. "You look like you got about as much sleep as I did," Rhinox told him. Dinobot merely scowled. "Anyway..." Rhinox lowered his voice a bit. "I did the scan you suggested. No sign of... that."
"Good. I have seen what Megatron can do to his victims. I would not wish that even on that vile rodent." Dinobot transformed and headed for the lift.
"Where are you going?" Rhinox asked. "Rattrap should be out of the CR chamber in a few hours."
"Out," Dinobot answered shortly.
Dinobot jumped out of the ship and ran off. His mind was a torrent of emotions. Hatred for Megatron and his crew. Gratitude for the fact that Megatron had not decided to take out his pleasures on the rat. Confusion at why Waspinator had helped Rattrap. Rage at what had been done. Concern as to Rattrap's condition when he got out, both physical and mental. Wonderment at why Rattrap had come to him, and a million other feelings besides those. He decided he'd go hunting, take out some of his frustrations.
An hour later he was devouring the body of some creature. He had mangled the body so badly when he caught it that it was now unrecognizable. After the third bone fragment tried to get stuck in his throat, he left the carcass be. He went to the nearby river, got himself a drink and washed the blood off his body before heading back to the Axalon.
He looked over at the CR chamber and saw that Rattrap was still within it, so he left and went to get some energon. As he left the control room, he saw Cheetor enter it.
"So, Big Green... How's Rattrap?" Cheetor looked as though he hadn't gotten much sleep either.
"He should be getting out here soon. Why don't you wait here, I'll go get him something to eat." Rhinox got up and headed out.
Cheetor hopped into the chair and waited. He didn't need to wait long. "Hey, gang!" he called into the comm. unit. "The computer says that Rattrap's just about finished."