Skywarp stares helplessly while Thundercracker willingly responds to the soothing caresses from the leader of the pickup team.
He is sitting as far from the blue seeker as the interior of the transport allows and is an unwilling witness to the way upon which the pickup team's leader completely overwhelms Thundercracker with his close presence.
Demanding kisses are stolen from the blue seeker's lips while a possessive hand constantly rests on Thundercracker's midsection. The hand begins to massage the flexible plates with an undulating motion, that stimulates the carrier's sensitive gestation chamber, and he looks away when Thundercracker convulses in overload.
"Relax. Nothing is going to happen to your friend as long as you behave properly."
He turns his head to look at the team member sitting to his right. The team member's completely casual attitude in relation to watching Thundercracker get manipulated into an overload, that Skywarp knows the blue seeker doesn't want, scares him.
A forced overload is NOT 'nothing' in his world, and at the realization that what is happening to Thundercracker seems to be a natural occurrence to the members of the pickup team, he fears what wait for them when they reach their destination.
Thundercracker begins to struggle against the stronger frame that completely dominates him, when one of the sire's hands moves further down his frame, where it's insistent and demanding digits begins to circle his closed valve cover.
And Skywarp can do nothing to stop it.
The three target-locks aimed on Thundercracker keeps him pacified and they know he won't leave the transport without the blue seeker.
Tears of utter hopelessness burn behind his optics, and the moment Thundercracker's valve cover slides aside and the carrier whines in protest at the harsh stimulation of his anterior node, they begin to slowly fall from his optics.
The nightmare is far from over, and he fills with horror when the sire rises to free Thundercracker from the seat. Strong arms lift the blue seeker without effort, and Thundercracker's legs wrap automatically around the broad waist while his arms instinctually find support on the sire's shoulders.
Thundercracker's optics has become distant at this point, without any signs of emotion or consciousness of what's going on around him, and he remains passive while he gets positioned and then penetrated with a forceful upwards thrust. And if Skywarp thought that the time he had spent as a slave at the illegal arena was the worst time of his life, then that look in Thundercracker's optics beats it a hundred times over.
The blue seeker's optics stays distant while he is raped, and he stares right through Skywarp without seeing. Thundercracker doesn't even react when the sire finally overloads inside him with a final deep thrust.
The deep despair that fills his spark at the sight of the complete violation of the one he loves, makes him wish for death.
"Just what I needed." The sire says with a deep satisfied groan when he pulls his spike out of Thundercracker, and a harsh laughter from the rest of the team fills the cargo hold.
"Who wants the next turn?"
Skywarp's reality is turned upside down in a dizzying moment of utter disbelief, and he desperately prays that he has heard wrong.
But he hasn't and his spark breaks ten times more, when Thundercracker, like a possession, is passed on among the team.
The flight feels like an eternity, and his spark fills with relief when they finally land several hours later.
It is over.
The handcuffs are removed when he has been freed from the seat, and he dutifully walks towards the lowering loading ramp, more than eager to get away from what has transpired inside the transport, while Thundercracker in the arms of the pickup team's leader is brought out of the transport in a deep state of mental paralyze.
They walk down the ramp and Skywarp feels the wind blow gently against his frame. His wings welcome the soothing sensation, and he turns his attention to their surroundings and walks towards the edge of the platform they are standing on.
"Welcome to Iacon and our research facility."
He ignores the voice, surprised by what he sees.
The transport has landed on a huge building in the center of Iacon, and as if to mock him, he can see the city's enforcer headquarter in the distance.
There is a sound of calm heavy steps behind him before a dominant self-satisfied field moves lazily at the edge of his own.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?"
He turns around, and his gaze hardens at the sight of the dark blue and white sire.
Torrent.
The syndicate's operative leader.
The information is literally being pushed against his field with a flair that is uncommon to a non-seeker, and it is evident, that Torrent wants him to know who he is facing.
"They will find us." He states in a firm voice, and contempt permeates the dominant field in response.
"We have been careful to keep them ignorant to this place's existence. They don't know we are here. No one will come to save you." Torrent answers nonchalantly.
The pickup team's leader steps forward and gently hands over Thundercracker to Torrent with a solicitude that completely contradicts that which he has forced the blue seeker to endure on the flight.
"Oh, my poor little Thundercracker. What have they done to you?" Torrent utters distraught, "Don't worry, my dear, we will take good care of you. They won't get the chance to steal you again, that I promise."
Skywarp fills with rage at the fake expression of concern, and when Torrent gently kisses the top of Thundercracker's head, he can't take it anymore.
No one dare to have their weapons aimed at the blue seeker while Thundercracker is held by their operative leader, and he takes the only chance he is going to get, to get them out of the syndicate's grasp.
There is not far to the building housing Iacon's enforcer headquarter.
If he can get them at least halfway with his second teleport, then they should be safe.
He activates the warp-gate and disappears after having calculated the area of his reappearance.
"Shoot!" He hears the yelled command when he shows up behind Torrent, and he notices briefly how the dark blue and white sire is stooped protectively over Thundercracker with one knee on the ground, before a numb sensation rapidly paralyzes his systems.
No!
Torrent rises and looks down at Skywarp with scorn.
"Did you really think I didn't take that ability of yours into consideration?" He asks arrogantly while he slowly caresses Thundercracker's wings in comfort and then turns his back to Skywarp.
"Get rid of the transport before anyone notices its presence here."
"Will do." The pickup team's leader answers with a respectful nod, and the team returns to the transport to carry out the new order.
"As for the rest of you, we have some new guests that need treatment. Bring the teleporter down to the surgical team. I want that warp-gate in the hands of our engineers as fast as possible. In the meanwhile, we can give our old acquaintance here an medical examination."