...-the spike penetrates him, and Thundercracker fights feebly against the choking hold around his throat.
No.
Please.
Let me breathe.
You've won.
He hears Fireflash's purring sound of satisfaction when the spike sheathes itself fully inside him.
"So tight," The black and red sire says approvingly.
The spike begins to thrust at a rapid, erratic pace.
"Gonna ruin it again and again."
A deep groan of wicked pleasure sounds.
"Fill you with my fluids. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The deranged seeker breathes while Thundercracker's optics are bright with fear.
He has no energy left to fight against the inevitable - he is barely conscious at this point, his awareness slowly slipping into darkness at the loss of air and energon to his processor.
Please...
Fireflash overloads, and the choking grip lessens.
A loud, desperate inhale of air while the sudden rush of energon to his processor leaves him dizzy for precious seconds. His chance to escape evaporates with Fireflash regaining control after the overload, and against his will, his chest plates are coaxed open.
"No! Don't!" He whispers, fighting weakly beneath the larger seeker. "Please. Don't!"
The spike still inside him grows hard again as he struggles, and then he is met by the sight of the black and red seeker's spark.
"Let me see you, my dear. I have been waiting for this moment for so long. You always feel so overwhelmingly refreshing compared to everyone else."
He pushes at the frame pinning him to the berth, shaking his head frantically.
"I will not be denied!"
A harsh grip on his left wing has him arching in a violent onslaught of pain.
"Open, or I'll do it again."
He continues to shake his head in denial, and the wing is bent to the point of almost breaking. A scream is forced from his vocalizer by the unbearable intensity of painful feedback he receives from it.
The grip is unrelenting, the pain unending, and he capitulates when it becomes too much for his systems.
His spark chamber opens, and the light of his spark mixes with Fireflash's.
"There you are," The black and red seeker states pleased. "Was it so bad? Why do you always fight it?"
Because I don't want this.
Tears fall from his optics when the merge initiates. To feel the depraved sire's spark against his while the spike deep within him stutters in another overload fills him with disgust.
Yet, he remains passive on the berth, allowing it to happen.
Any will to fight the sparking is gone.
What can he do?
Nothing.
...-the slow, measured thrusts of the spike in his valve burn while deceptively gentle hands rub soothingly at his hips as he steadily gets forced towards yet another overload.
The grip on him is unrelenting, his fate unavoidable, and when he finally overloads, the spike spills its transfluid into him without a hitch in the movements of its owner.
His valve lining is screaming for a break from the continuous slide against it, but Cloudburst is merciless in his own way.
Using pleasure as a weapon to get what he wants.
Having had enough, Thundercracker breaks free of the hands that pull him onto the spike and leaves the berth.
Just one moment's break.
Just...
The berth creaks when Cloudburst leaves it to follow him, and he gets forced against the wall, the silver hips once again flush with his and the spike ever-present.
He sighs in defeat and stares into the wall as he slowly is worked towards his seventh overload.
Enough.
He can't take anymore.
Tears fall from his optics while shame and disgust fill him at his weakness.
His valve clenches around the spike, the wordless sign of his capitulation, and Cloudburst overloads loudly, the sire's field bursting with victory and dark hunger.
"You are going to be beautiful with my sparkling inside you."
The flow of tears increases when he gets turned around, his wings now facing the wall.
"Come here, Sweetling. I don't want to hurt you," Cloudburst soothes, and Thundercracker follows the sire back to the berth.
There is no escape.
If he refuses, then the endless interface will resume.
He is locked in a loop without an end.
Opening his spark chamber, he passively waits for Cloudburst to finish with him.
"And he did. After merging with me three times," Thundercracker whispers with a shudder.
A deep feeling of shame permeates his field.
Cloudburst preferred to play the game of turbofox and glitch mouse.
After the first overload, the silver sire wouldn't restrict him. He could move as he pleased, even leave the berth if he wanted to, but he could never escape the insistent spike capable of going for hours without an end.
It was one of Cloudburst's 'qualities' and another way to coax him to obey.
Maybe not as insidious as Fireflash, but it nevertheless always ended in pain before he finally gave in. And it hurt so much more since Cloudburst wasn't forcing him but patiently waited for him to open his spark chamber on his own accord, making him a direct participant in his own defilement.
Nacelle listens silently to Thundercracker's retelling of what occurred whenever the blue seeker visited 'The Room' and notices the profound hopelessness in Thundercracker's voice.
The feeling of powerlessness dominates Thundercracker's field to such a degree that it worries the green and white seeker, and he knows that he will have to address the blue seeker's weakened self-perception as some of the first in his treatment of Thundercracker.