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Chapter 41: Dinobots II
C.M.D: Warning -this chapter does contain sexual abuse against a minor, though the perpetrator does it all in the name of science. Sick science, but science nonetheless. If you find yourself uncomfortable, you may read the censored version on FF.net or skip the first half of this chapter. The rest is void of any abuse, promise.
He shifted on the table, whimpering as
his frame gave a little spasm, drawing the thrumming device further
into his valve. It twisted and whined harder against his sensor
nodes, making the tiny sparkling cry and sob in alarm, while a streak
of pleasure flashed up his spinal struts. This wasn't right; this
wasn't how it was supposed to go!
“Hmm.....,” hummed the kittycon
from the other side of the room, mixing a vial of those strange,
luminescent fluids together. They glowed brightly for a moment,
before dulling down into a sickly blue colour to which he set on a
rack on his table. “Not exactly what I had expected, but closer
results. We're doing better now.”
His smoky red optics lifted from his
lab notes, piercing into the sparkling chained to the bars of his
cage. “And how are you 'enjoying' yourself, my pet?,” he asked, a
trace of laughter in his tone.
Swoop attempted to snarl, but all that
left him were desperate whimpers of need; his legs rubbing against
each other, subconsciously wanting to wrap around a wide-set waist
but finding only air and the heated plating of his own
condensation-slicked thighs. “N....n-no.....,” the sparkling
hiccupped, arching up off the floor of his cage as the vibrator slid
in an inch more, driving its motorized tip against a small cluster of
sensors.
The wolf wailed at the sensation, his
systems clawing even faster towards overload at the stimulation. This
was wrong, his conscious screamed in despair. His valve was sacred
-meant for the attentions of a mate. Not machines! Not for this
cruel, evil device!! He felt the kittycon stalk close to his cage,
olfactory sensors twitching as if on fire. Once he might have found
the other's unnatural scent alluring.... but now it stung and burned
his senses, reminding him that this mech was no candidate for mating.
He was a monster behind a strange helmet, disgracing him....
humiliating him.... Swoop sobbed loudly as he crashed suddenly
through another overload, the bottom of the cage slicking with his
lubricants as they spilled out from around the vibrator.
The little sparkling almost didn't hear
the lock turning.
“Ah, perfect,” the kittycon said,
his cold servos sliding into the cage. Swoop flinched, trembling in
both terror and sensitivity as those gloved servos spread his legs
further, pulling the thrumming vibrator out. He only had a moment of
relief before something colder and sharper was being thrust into his
valve; the chilling spatula scraping the tender, inner walls,
scooping out his lubricants and transferring them over to a small,
glass dish. “Hmm.... more than I had indeed anticipated, but not
entirely enough,” the clipped vocalizer announced, before shoving
the vibrator back in the unfortunate sparkling's valve.
Swoop keened as the tip of the
mechanical device slammed into a cluster of sensitized nodes harshly,
causing pain to jolt through the blank haze seeping through his helm.
“P-please....,” he begged weakly, so tired and overcome with pain
and humiliation. His heat cycle had worn off ages ago, it felt, and
still he had been forced to endure this torment, only for the sake of
this stranger's whim.
“N-no.... no m-more... Sw-swoop n-no
l-longer want.... S-swoop.... S-swoop tired, h-hurt.... S-stranger
n-not taunt a-anymore, pl-please....”
The sharp sound of a snort reached his
ears, making the sparkling cringe hopelessly. He sobbed again when he
felt the kittycon grab and pull at his chains; making sure that they
were well and tight. “Be quiet,” the unknown mech ordered
callously, slamming the cage shut and returning to his beakers and
vials. “The experiments have only just begun.”
Swoop rolled his helm away from the
kittycon as the stranger continued to mix his vile concoctions,
whimpering and crying softly as he realized he would not be getting
free or even rest from this cruel torture.
He was trapped......
“B-br....b-brother.....”
xxXxXxx
It had been a fruitless search.
Grimlock rumbled darkly under his intakes as he stumbled into the
house, tripping over a chest by the doorway in his daze. Anger
flaring at his stubbed pede, the wolf picked up the chest, throwing
it across the room with a vicious roar. It smashed against the
opposite wall, shaking the very foundations of the cottage.
Uncertainly, Snarl peeked out from the
berthroom.
“....You not find him?,” he quietly
asked, though the answer was obvious.
Grimlock did not say anything for a
moment; standing before the door, panting and huffing still. Slowly,
he turned his helm to Snarl, acknowledging his brother. At the mech's
full attention, Snarl took a step forward, fists beginning to curl at
his sides.
“You..... you Grimlock search all
night. How you not find him Swoop?,” the youngling demanded.
The Alpha male's ear twitched slightly,
rounding on his brother. “Me Grimlock search hard, search far. Him
Swoop not missing, him Swoop stolen.”
“St-” Snarl's optics shuttered in
surprise, before his entire expression morphed with horror. “He
Swoop in heat! He Swoop not be taken by stranger!! He Swoop must be
kept for future mate!”
“Do you Snarl think me Grimlock not
know that?!,” Grimlock snarled, hackles rising. The anger was still
fresh; the fear and guilt thriving along his circuitry. He didn't
need Snarl's statement to cement this horrific reality any further.
“Me Grimlock know Swoop be kept for mate. Me Grimlock not want for
him Swoop to run off. If him Swoop stayed, he'd-”
The youngling rushed forward, shoving
Grimlock back. The Alpha male crashed into the kitchen table,
crushing one of the chairs as he tripped and fell. Growling
viciously, he rose back up onto his pedes, fists curled as he glared
down at his snarling brother.
“Y-you Grimlock at fault!,” Snarl
shouted, his optics narrowed with rage, causing the larger mech to
freeze. “Him Swoop in heat; him Swoop choose brother as mate. Smell
strong in room. But you Grimlock shun him!! You Grimlock turn
him away. Him Swoop flee not in confusion, but pain. You Grimlock
refuse to be him Swoop's mate; you dishonour him Swoop!”
“Do not be blaming him Swoop! He not
doing this to Swoop's self!,” the younger wolf snarled, shoving
Grimlock again. “You Grimlock..... you are.....” He trailed off,
spitting to the side in disgust. “You Grimlock stay and sulk. Me
Snarl go look. Will not come back until have found him Swoop.”
Snarl turned away from his brother,
grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. He paused, long enough
to glare back at the mech. “You Grimlock better hope brother Swoop
okay.....,” he said lowly, before leaving entirely.
xxXxXxx
Finally, he was removed from his cage,
that foul device put out of sight, but even then Swoop dared not to
hope. Coughing, he shivered, trying to hug himself with his little
claws as he scanned the room quickly, trying to see through the
dimness, desperate to find a good place to run to. He was swiftly
yanked from his task by the kittycon grabbing him again, tugging him
harshly towards one of the bare beams in the room. Shivering and
whimpering, Swoop was forced into a set of cuffs, dangling from the
ceiling above; his arms pulled taut above his helm, unable to cover
himself or even wiggle free.
“Time to eat,” his captor announced
flatly, turning away. The tabby approached a small fridge that had
escaped the sparkling's notice earlier on; opening the door and
sliding aside multiple canisters and vials of stranger, scary looking
substances, before withdrawing a small bowl of energon.
Swoop whimpered and twisted uselessly
as the kittycon came closer, his optics glowing strongly behind the
smoky green glass of his mask. “Stop it,” the mech hissed as he
bent forwards, his sharp claws grabbing the spoon and scooping a
generous amount onto it. “Do you want to starve, lil' one?”
The wolf growled in desperation, baring
his fangs and snapping at the fingers that drew close to his face.
Death, Swoop hissed silently to himself, was a much more honourable
fate than the one that this cruel stranger had planned for him.
Scowling, the kittycon took a step back
from the sparkling, before he set bowl and spoon aside; moving
forwards again, noticeably irritable as he grabbed Swoop's face, his
claws digging into the plating harshly as he squeezed the sparkling's
mouth open. “Well,” he growled lowly, reaching to the table and
grabbing the bowl with his free servo, “It's a shame you don't
really have a choice in that matter, isn't it? You will eat;
you will function -because I still have much need for your frame and
your CNA. Now be a good, little specimen and eat.”
Swoop keened sharply as the bowl was
thrust upon his lips, before the sound was driven away by the rich,
cold fluid suddenly cascading down his throat. Caught off-guard, the
sparkling foolishly tried to yelp; the sucking motion of cycling air
interrupted the energon's flow down his mouth, causing him to break
out into a series of coughs as the fluid accidentally went into his
vents. Choking, Swoop thrashed in the kittycon's hold, panicked and
in pain.
Still, his captor held the bowl to his
mouth, trying to force more energon down before the wolf's systems
could handle no more and they rejected the rest of the luminescent,
pink liquid; hacking it back up and spitting the rest out in a crude
shower. Scowling in disgust, the tabby finally withdrew, grabbing a
spare clothe and wiping the wasted energon from off of his servos. “I
believe you have eaten enough....,” he commented dryly, looking
down on the sparkling coldly.
Swoop coughed weakly, hanging limply in
his bonds for a moment as he tried to even his intakes once more. He
could feel the energon dribbling down his chin and chestplates, and
knew by the poor rumbling of his fuel tanks, that he had barely
swallowed enough to even be considered a proper meal. The poor thing
also knew that asking for more would be pointless -he had upset his
captor and now, he would suffer for it. The wolf hiccuped and yelped
as his shirt -the only thing still covering his frame- was suddenly
yanked and tugged; sharp claws ripping it into strips and then
tossing the tattered remains elsewhere.
Naked, hungry and sore, Swoop choked on
a rising sob, trying to keep the tears at bay.
His brother Grimlock would tell him not
to cry. To be strong. To not let this stranger see his fear or pain.
At the thought of his brothers and his
warm home, another sob escaped the sparkling. He wasn't mad at
Grimlock anymore; he didn't hate him at all! He was sorry that he was
so rash and that he had gotten angry at the older wolf for simply
looking out for him. Grimlock always protected him, he would never
turn him away if he didn't have a good reason. Grimlock was-
Swoop was ripped from his thoughts with
a shriek as a frigid spray struck his tiny frame. Thrashing and
flailing wildly in his bonds, the wolf managed to catch a glimpse
behind the chilling water, finding the kittycon staring at him
blandly as he hosed the sparkling down, as if he was some sort of
lawn furniture. Shrieking more, Swoop was unable to escape and was
trapped in this torturous “bath” for what felt longer than a few
kliks. Finally, the mech turned the hose off, silently wrapping it
back into its holster under one of the lab tables and out of sight.
Cold, shivering, wet, humiliated,
broken, hungry and in pain, Swoop did not try to stop his tears this
time.
xxXxXxx
Since the day after Swoop had
disappeared, it had been raining.
Snarl shivered, his coat water-logged
and weighing heavily on his shoulder plating as he wandered through
the empty town; all the autodogs and kittycons wisely tucked away
indoors where it was warm and safe. Sneezing again, the wolf tried
not to think about his own home, because in doing so he was reminded
how Grimlock had failed them for the first time and how there would
be no Swoop running to meet him with care-free joy.
Coolant slowly rose to the youngling's
optics....
Stopping at the street corner, Snarl
quickly wiped away at his face, tired and cold, but determined to
find Swoop no matter what. He had searched the woods long and hard
before the rains got too heavy and they turned the mud into sink
traps. There had been no scent and no clues as to where his little
brother may have disappeared. Trying to think, the wolf had changed
direction and had stumbled back into town, wandering up every street
and alley; thinking, maybe, just maybe, Swoop's kidnapper had not
gone very far after all.
But three days of searching had yielded
nothing yet but sore pedes and a high chance of catching pneumonia.
Just the thought of how fruitless his
search had been thus far struck Snarl so suddenly, that the youngling
collapsed to his bottom right then and there; his tail and pedes
falling into the rising stream of rain water pouring down towards the
drain pipes. “S-swoop......,” the down-trodded wolf whispered,
tipping his helm back and giving a desolate howl to the black clouds
above.
“You Snarl save your tears.”
Snarl startled at the voice, turning
his helm around only for him to be pitched into sudden darkness.
Yanking his helm free, the youngling stared up at his brother; his
words catching in his throat. Despite his fur plastered and slick
against his plating, Grimlock stood strong against the torrential
downpour; fists curled at his sides surely, ears perked with
attentiveness and visor glowing brightly through the mist of his
intakes. Staring down at his brother, the Alpha wolf readjusted the
coat he had just thrown at Snarl, making sure that it covered the
younger one's shivering frame.
“W-what.....,” Snarl coughed,
“W-what brother Grimlock doing here?”
Grimlock snorted, yanking Snarl to his
pedes. “You Snarl right..... Is me Grimlock's fault. Me Grimlock
responsible for him Swoop.” The older wolf paused for a moment,
tousling the extra water from the youngling's ears, before he set
both servos on Snarl's shoulders. “You Snarl go home; rest and warm
up. You Snarl not smell the other 'bot's scent. You Snarl not able to
track it. Me Grimlock will continue search..... promise to bring him
Swoop home.”
Snarl opened his mouth to protest, but
staring up into his brother's vibrant visor, he found himself unable
to. “Me Snarl..... s-sorry.....,” the youngling choked, this time
the tears rising and pooling about his optics, “T-try hardest to
f-find him S-swoop. M-me S-snarl fail..... F-fail at b-being good
b-brother; f-fail a-at trusting you G-grimlock.....”
The Alpha wolf said nothing, tugging
Snarl forward into a one-armed hug. Squeezed by Grimlock's massive
limb, Snarl felt for a moment almost safe and protected, and knew in
his spark that he was no longer upset with Grimlock. Something bad
had happened.... something none of them could have predicted..... And
no one was to blame but the stranger who had decided to steal Swoop
from them in the first place. Wiping away his tears quickly, Snarl
sniffed and pushed himself away from his brother; both of them
standing awkwardly before each other, uncertain of how to proceed.
Sentimentality wasn't exactly their strong point.
“Y-you..... you Grimlock find h-him.
M-make bad 'bot p-pay,” the youngling gruffed out, squashing his
embarrassment. He turned his helm up, staring up into Grimlock's
visor; watching as the other wolf's jaw tightened at his request, a
cold, killing look coming to the glowing band.
“Me Grimlock vow it,” he rumbled
back lowly.
Satisfied, Snarl nodded his helm,
before turning and trodding through the storm back to their cottage
in the woods. Only once his brother had disappeared from sight, did
Grimlock turn his attention back to the abandoned streets and roads,
sniffing the air heavily. When he had told his younger brother to go
home..... he had been half-lying. Grimlock was not the only one who
could track down the kittycon's scent, he did not even need to track
it at all.
He had already found it.
Rage flickering deep within his
chestplates, Grimlock waded through the puddles and trash, closing in
on the source. He'd spent cycles stuck in their home, draining every
bottle of high-grade he had stored away; staring, with guilt and
self-loathing at every toy and blanket and seat that Swoop ever used
and treasured, feeling the cold truth of his participation in his
disappearance slowly drive him into madness. The wolf had only ever
left in the first place, because he realized that the storm would
only put Snarl at risk.
He had not wanted to lose another
brother to circumstances.....
And then he'd stepped outside.....
Grimlock sniffed the air again, loudly, heavily, turning off the main
road and stalking between two buildings; down, down the dark and
flooded alley. The rain created a mixing pot of smells, blending
everything from the pine of the trees to the sour stench of red clay
together, making it hard to distinguish one scent from the next.
Unless.....
Unless that one scent carried almost no
smell entirely. Too sterile, too ambiguous to be covered up or
hidden, even among so natural an eraser as storm rain.
His pedes led him to an old, rusted
iron door, half-covered in old and tattered posters and logos; swirls
of black, red and blue grafittied over its face. It was the only
doorway at the end of this alley and it reeked of nothing, making its
presence stand out against the rotting and melting trash all around
the wolf. This was the place. This is where the scentless kittycon
dwelled.
Sharp fangs twisting upwards in a
vicious smile, Grimlock reached a servo toward the door.
xxXxXxx
He was dreaming.....
The stranger had slipped him something
in the last injection he had given the sparkling, and it made Swoop
sluggish and sleepy. His muscles would not respond to him and his
vocalizer was virtually mute as he laid weakly once more in his cage.
Poisoned, the autowolf drifted in and out of consciousness, unable to
do anything about the blackness that crept closer every time he
struggled to recognize the world around him.
And when he did dip into sleep.....
He dreamt of cold and pain, erupting
into a earth-shaking roar of rage that echoed forlornly in his spark.
He wished to return the call, desperate for union its presence
offered, but this was only a dream and other ghouls waited to create
their own cacophony. They did so soon after, in a satisfying sound of
crushing glass and cracking brick, as if knowing how desperately the
sparkling wished to break free from the prison he had fallen into.
He dreamt that the entire, dark world
outside his cage was flipped and torn; large claws ripping away the
gloom and poisonous vials like smoke, rendering them all figments of
a tortured processor as shadows leapt and twirled, crying out in
alarm at the danger befalling their home. This destruction could not
be stopped and it heralded the birth of light and flame; red, orange
columns of tangent vengeance twisting and clawing up to the low
ceiling above. The shadows hissed weakly at them, fleeing the fire.
The wolf could almost even smell the
ash and tangy scent of flame through the haze of his drugged sleep,
and his weak spark pulsed at the marvel and beauty of this chaos. He
watched, distant from his own frame and sensation, as the world
suddenly became brighter, even as thick, clouting clouds seeped like
a dark fog through the dream. He imagined the heat licked close and
wished to curl closer to that warmth and be cleansed in its
all-consuming mouth.
He believed that was the best these
dreams had ever gave him.
But then a looming figure stalked out
of the black smoke and flames and he realized he had been wrong
before. This -the gift of his brother's presence and strong, valiant
form- was the best he had ever dreamed.
“.....b.....brother.... gr....
G-grimlock.....,” he heard himself mutter weakly, like a gasping
breath, through the vision.
The crippling band of blue glowed like
a beacon through the swirl of colours as the world slowly collapsed
all around; getting closer until it hovered above him, silent and
unreadable. Still, the sight of it was a dream come true. Feeling
himself smile weakly, Swoop gave up any fight left in his circuits,
surrendering to the illusion and whatever gifts it sought to bestow
upon him in his pitiful state. His cage was ripped apart with barely
any effort and his tiny frame tenderly lifted from its confines.
As the imagined creation of his brother
turned them to the wall of flame, he could feel the blackness
creeping back in and knew that the dream was coming to a close. His
spark ached faintly at this realization.
“B-brother.....,” he whined, his
numb fingers struggling to clutch at the dream Grimlock's vest. He
did not want to wake up. Didn't want to find himself in that cage
once again; alone, humiliated, hurt.....
But the darkness called.
Grimlock cupped him closer to his
chestplates, his massive arms cradling the little sparkling,
protecting him from the flames that roared around them. “You Swoop
okay now..... Me Grimlock will never lose you again.....”
He only had a moment to feel his spark
pulse wantonly at the words before he felt and thought no more.
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