KINKFIC: Enemy Hands pt. 1
Yep, another one. I'm on a roll. And yes, I'm still working on serious fic, including Beast Wars -- it's just coming along more slowly than I'd like. Sometimes writing this stuff is a welcome break. I mean, it's porn. I don't have to be nearly so critical about it.
Summary: Megatron is tired of punishing Starscream. He decides to hand him over to the Autobots for a while, provided they sent him back a recording of the events.
Universe: G1 cartoon-based crack porniverse, aka "The Spanking Chronicles" (named by a fan, not my idea)
Characters: Starscream, pretty much all the Autobots (planned appearances by Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide, Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, Tracks, Red Alert, Inferno, Hoist, Warpath, Powerglide, Brawn, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, and Windcharger), Rumble and Ravage.
Kinks: Primus help us. Spanking and lots of it (ranging from mild to moderately heavy; no serious injury), bondage in various positions, humiliation by the bucketload, shameless voyeurism, Autobot sadism, Seeker masochism, masturbation, toys, manual and oral stimulation, twincest (as far as that applies to robots), bestiality (only if you count Ravage as an animal), lots of public sex, and everyone's a pervert. Everyone. Even Hoist.
Warnings: See above. Also, this is a sticky fic.
Rating: Is there one higher than NC-17?
If you read on, then I assume you've been adequately prepared and have no right to complain about being squicked. On the other hand, if the story just plain sucks, please be so kind as to inform me.
*****
It wasn't just every day that Megatron sent the Autobots a gift. Probably the strangest gift any of them had ever received, at that.
Dear Autobots, read the attached note, It seems that one of my Decepticons has a terminal case of insubordination. I've decided to take him off my hands and leave him in yours for a time. So many of you seemed interested in our little display last month, I'm sure you'll enjoy the opportunity to handle his punishment this time personally. P.S. - Kindly don't damage him too much. I won't be pleased if he requires extensive repairs.
After reading it for about the tenth time, Prowl looked down at Starscream. The Air Commander was glaring at him, and the tactician was sure he would have been spouting obscenities if not for the gag in his mouth. His wrists were cuffed behind his back, and a short chain held his ankles together as well. All visible weapons, including his null rays, had been removed. His armor gleamed, well-polished, as if he'd been cleaned up to be presented to the enemy. It really was impressive, the lengths to which Megatron would go when he came up with something twisted.
"What should we do with him, sir?"
Prime was facepalming, and had been for about two minutes now. It was at least another minute before he finally let his hand drop and answered. "The last thing we need is to get caught up in their squabbles. If Megatron thinks he can drop his problems off on us, he's mistaken. Let him go."
"Aww, c'mon, Prime…"
"Ironhide, don't start. Prowl, release him. Get him out of here."
As the tactician knelt to uncuff Starscream, the Seeker began struggling frantically, optics wide. No sooner were his hands free than he scrambled up, knocking Prowl aside and tearing off the gag - only to fall flat on his face as he forgot his chained ankles. Undeterred, he continued clawing his way over to Prime, stopping at his feet. The Autobot leader forced himself to remain in place, feeling that retreat would be seen as an act of weakness. Even so, he almost jumped when Starscream grabbed his ankle.
"Wait, Prime! Don't send me back!" It was amazing what a death-grip his slim blue fingers could achieve. Optimus restrained the urge to kick him away - tempting, but not exemplary behavior, and certainly something Ironhide would gloat about for weeks.
"Starscream," he said in a voice of strained calm, "at least pretend to have some dignity. And let go of my foot." The Seeker released him, though he kept looking up at Prime with that unsettling expression. "All right. Why don't you want to go back? Don't tell me you'd rather be here than back at your own base."
A smile - no, grimace would be a better term - pulled at one side of the Seeker's mouth. "At the moment, actually…" He glanced around. "Megatron is spying on me, don't doubt it. If I escape the fate he has planned for me here, he'll have to think of something worse. I'd rather trust myself to your mercies, honestly."
Optimus frowned down at him. "You're less afraid of what your enemies might do than of what your commander might do?"
Starscream scoffed as if it were a stupid question. "Don't sound so shocked, Prime. I know you're not naïve. You know Megatron, and we both know you're not capable of half the cruelty he is. So yes, I'd rather be punished by Autobots - if it's all the same to you."
Prowl spoke up. "Starscream, are you proposing that we… punish you as Megatron demonstrated? As I recall, you found that quite painful."
Starscream shrugged. "Trust me, I've had much worse. In any case, I doubt your mechs will be quite as sadistic."
"Don't be too sure o' that," Ironhide said darkly.
The Seeker turned his sly gaze to the old warrior and smirked. "I know you'd like to prove me wrong, you rust-plated scrap bucket. Come on, talk your Prime into it. How can the Autobots pass up this chance?"
"It would be good for morale," Prowl said thoughtfully. Prime gave him a look of betrayal.
"Prowl, do you seriously-"
"To be honest, sir, Starscream's proposal is logical. We would not do him any serious harm. The same cannot be said if we send him back to Megatron untouched. Which is the more Autobot choice?"
Ironhide smirked almost as wickedly as Starscream. "Yeah, Optimus, c'mon. You wanna go easy on 'im, let's deal with 'im ourselves. We won't do too much - nothin' he don't deserve, anyhow."
Prime sighed and rubbed his temple, which was beginning to throb. "I'm still not sure I'm comfortable with…"
"Oh, come ON, Prime!" Starscream pushed himself up on his hands and knees, turning broadside to present himself to the Autobot leader. "Don't tell me you don't want to do something to me! Why, think of all the things I've done, the many times I've almost killed you. The least I deserve is to be punished for it. Where's your sense of justice?"
"I wasn't aware you knew the meaning of the word, Starscream."
"Revenge, then. I know that word well enough. What do you say, Optimus Prime? Do you have it in you?"
"Dammit, Prime," said Ironhide, "if you don't answer him for that, I will!"
Prowl cut in. "Ironhide, calm down. Prime, it's your choice. But I will say again, Starscream has a logical point."
Optimus stared at the Decepticon on the ground, Autobot morals clashing in his processor with very un-Prime-like desires. All too clearly he could see the sleek jet as he had looked on Megatron's lap, faceplate streaked with tears, squirming and kicking as his aft was soundly punished. Just the memory made his core temperature rise and his circuits begin to tingle shamefully as they had on that day. He'd since experienced what it was like to be in Starscream's place, and had the opportunity to be on the other end a couple of times… but the notion of punishing this particular mech was no less appealing now than it was then. And in a way, he supposed he owed it to his men. Even if he didn't take the opportunity himself, there were many Autobots who arguably deserved a shot at Starscream's backside. From the sound of things, it would even be doing some good by Starscream himself - he was actually begging the Autobots to exact vengeance. Dammit, Prime couldn't think of a single good argument against it.
"All right," he said finally. "Get him up, you two. We'll bring him into the base and figure out what to do with him. I'm sure we can arrange something… suitable."
Starscream shivered visibly. "Ooh, you make that sound so sinister. I can't wait to see your dark side in action, Prime." As Ironhide and Prowl hauled him to his feet, he glanced down at his hobbled ankles. "Er, I don't suppose you could…?"
"Not a chance," said Prime. "If I'm bringing you into the base, I want you restrained as much as possible. Don't make me slap that gag on again."
"Hm. You're no fun." But Starscream didn't push the matter. As the Autobots dragged him toward the base, he struggled slightly against their grasp, smiling when they glared at him. "Just putting on a little show for Megatron. There'll be at least two cassettes following us. I'd hate them to think I wasn't giving you at least some trouble."
*****
The questions began as soon as they reached the base. "What's Starscream doing here?" "Did you capture him, Prime?" "Is that chain even enough to hold him?" "What's he smirking about?"
Optimus waved the curious crowd aside, clearing a path for the 'prisoner' and his escort. "I'll explain shortly. Get back, all of you. I need to speak to Ratchet."
The medic appeared shortly, shoving the twins out of the way. He took one look at the Seeker and said, "Do I want to know?"
Optimus really didn't want to explain, so he handed over the note. Ratchet read it quickly, then went back and re-read it twice. Finally he looked up. "Prime."
The Autobot leader held up his hands. "I know, Ratchet, I know. I wanted to let him go, but Starscream wouldn't have it. He's here of his own free will."
The medic glanced over at the restrained Decepticon. "Really? Doesn't look like it to me."
"Prowl, Ironhide. Ease off."
They didn't look happy about the order, but released the Seeker anyway. Starscream made a show of dusting himself off, then folded his arms and sneered at Ratchet. "We've already been over the moral dilemma. Your leader has spoken - are you going to stand there and question him? Besides, don't tell me you wouldn't like to pay me back for all the Autobots I've sent to you for repairs."
Ratchet's expression darkened. "Oh, part of me'd love to, but my wants have nothing to do with it. I follow these things called medical ethics, which I doubt you'd understand."
"Oh yes, and Megatron will be so concerned with the ethics of ripping my wings off if I come back to him unpunished."
"Not our problem you fragged him off in the first place," Ratchet countered. "Still, since you're cooperating voluntarily, I have no formal objections. I will, however, be supervising any punishment measures, just to make sure they aren't too inhumane. You won't make Decepticons out of us."
"Pity," said Starscream drily.
Ironhide chuckled. "Supervisin', eh, Ratchet? So I guess you don't want to watch old Screamer get what's comin' to 'im, then."
The medic's lip twitched. "I didn't say that."
"I appreciate your help," Optimus told him. "I don't want things getting out of hand."
"Oh, I have no doubt they will. But at least you'll have someone there to draw the line. I won't let my personal feelings influence my judgment - if anyone goes too far, they'll have me to answer to." He shot Ironhide a look as he said this. The old soldier threw up his hands.
"Hey, don't worry 'bout me. I'll behave. I'd hate to lose this opportunity, after all."
"Can we please get on with this?" Starscream interrupted snappishly. "At this rate, I'll rust before you soft-Sparks get around to doing anything."
Optimus finally allowed himself a small smile. Perhaps he'd enjoy this after all. "All right, if you insist. Prowl, would you be so kind as to assemble everyone in the rec room? Ratchet, get ready with whatever you need. Ironhide, let's get Starscream into restraints." He glanced at the Seeker. "Purely for security reasons, of course."
Red optics narrowed at him. "Sure, Prime. Keep telling yourself that." Nonetheless, Starscream followed him without resistance. It was going to be a very strange day.
(TBC.)
Summary: Megatron is tired of punishing Starscream. He decides to hand him over to the Autobots for a while, provided they sent him back a recording of the events.
Universe: G1 cartoon-based crack porniverse, aka "The Spanking Chronicles" (named by a fan, not my idea)
Characters: Starscream, pretty much all the Autobots (planned appearances by Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide, Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, Tracks, Red Alert, Inferno, Hoist, Warpath, Powerglide, Brawn, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, and Windcharger), Rumble and Ravage.
Kinks: Primus help us. Spanking and lots of it (ranging from mild to moderately heavy; no serious injury), bondage in various positions, humiliation by the bucketload, shameless voyeurism, Autobot sadism, Seeker masochism, masturbation, toys, manual and oral stimulation, twincest (as far as that applies to robots), bestiality (only if you count Ravage as an animal), lots of public sex, and everyone's a pervert. Everyone. Even Hoist.
Warnings: See above. Also, this is a sticky fic.
Rating: Is there one higher than NC-17?
If you read on, then I assume you've been adequately prepared and have no right to complain about being squicked. On the other hand, if the story just plain sucks, please be so kind as to inform me.
*****
It wasn't just every day that Megatron sent the Autobots a gift. Probably the strangest gift any of them had ever received, at that.
Dear Autobots, read the attached note, It seems that one of my Decepticons has a terminal case of insubordination. I've decided to take him off my hands and leave him in yours for a time. So many of you seemed interested in our little display last month, I'm sure you'll enjoy the opportunity to handle his punishment this time personally. P.S. - Kindly don't damage him too much. I won't be pleased if he requires extensive repairs.
After reading it for about the tenth time, Prowl looked down at Starscream. The Air Commander was glaring at him, and the tactician was sure he would have been spouting obscenities if not for the gag in his mouth. His wrists were cuffed behind his back, and a short chain held his ankles together as well. All visible weapons, including his null rays, had been removed. His armor gleamed, well-polished, as if he'd been cleaned up to be presented to the enemy. It really was impressive, the lengths to which Megatron would go when he came up with something twisted.
"What should we do with him, sir?"
Prime was facepalming, and had been for about two minutes now. It was at least another minute before he finally let his hand drop and answered. "The last thing we need is to get caught up in their squabbles. If Megatron thinks he can drop his problems off on us, he's mistaken. Let him go."
"Aww, c'mon, Prime…"
"Ironhide, don't start. Prowl, release him. Get him out of here."
As the tactician knelt to uncuff Starscream, the Seeker began struggling frantically, optics wide. No sooner were his hands free than he scrambled up, knocking Prowl aside and tearing off the gag - only to fall flat on his face as he forgot his chained ankles. Undeterred, he continued clawing his way over to Prime, stopping at his feet. The Autobot leader forced himself to remain in place, feeling that retreat would be seen as an act of weakness. Even so, he almost jumped when Starscream grabbed his ankle.
"Wait, Prime! Don't send me back!" It was amazing what a death-grip his slim blue fingers could achieve. Optimus restrained the urge to kick him away - tempting, but not exemplary behavior, and certainly something Ironhide would gloat about for weeks.
"Starscream," he said in a voice of strained calm, "at least pretend to have some dignity. And let go of my foot." The Seeker released him, though he kept looking up at Prime with that unsettling expression. "All right. Why don't you want to go back? Don't tell me you'd rather be here than back at your own base."
A smile - no, grimace would be a better term - pulled at one side of the Seeker's mouth. "At the moment, actually…" He glanced around. "Megatron is spying on me, don't doubt it. If I escape the fate he has planned for me here, he'll have to think of something worse. I'd rather trust myself to your mercies, honestly."
Optimus frowned down at him. "You're less afraid of what your enemies might do than of what your commander might do?"
Starscream scoffed as if it were a stupid question. "Don't sound so shocked, Prime. I know you're not naïve. You know Megatron, and we both know you're not capable of half the cruelty he is. So yes, I'd rather be punished by Autobots - if it's all the same to you."
Prowl spoke up. "Starscream, are you proposing that we… punish you as Megatron demonstrated? As I recall, you found that quite painful."
Starscream shrugged. "Trust me, I've had much worse. In any case, I doubt your mechs will be quite as sadistic."
"Don't be too sure o' that," Ironhide said darkly.
The Seeker turned his sly gaze to the old warrior and smirked. "I know you'd like to prove me wrong, you rust-plated scrap bucket. Come on, talk your Prime into it. How can the Autobots pass up this chance?"
"It would be good for morale," Prowl said thoughtfully. Prime gave him a look of betrayal.
"Prowl, do you seriously-"
"To be honest, sir, Starscream's proposal is logical. We would not do him any serious harm. The same cannot be said if we send him back to Megatron untouched. Which is the more Autobot choice?"
Ironhide smirked almost as wickedly as Starscream. "Yeah, Optimus, c'mon. You wanna go easy on 'im, let's deal with 'im ourselves. We won't do too much - nothin' he don't deserve, anyhow."
Prime sighed and rubbed his temple, which was beginning to throb. "I'm still not sure I'm comfortable with…"
"Oh, come ON, Prime!" Starscream pushed himself up on his hands and knees, turning broadside to present himself to the Autobot leader. "Don't tell me you don't want to do something to me! Why, think of all the things I've done, the many times I've almost killed you. The least I deserve is to be punished for it. Where's your sense of justice?"
"I wasn't aware you knew the meaning of the word, Starscream."
"Revenge, then. I know that word well enough. What do you say, Optimus Prime? Do you have it in you?"
"Dammit, Prime," said Ironhide, "if you don't answer him for that, I will!"
Prowl cut in. "Ironhide, calm down. Prime, it's your choice. But I will say again, Starscream has a logical point."
Optimus stared at the Decepticon on the ground, Autobot morals clashing in his processor with very un-Prime-like desires. All too clearly he could see the sleek jet as he had looked on Megatron's lap, faceplate streaked with tears, squirming and kicking as his aft was soundly punished. Just the memory made his core temperature rise and his circuits begin to tingle shamefully as they had on that day. He'd since experienced what it was like to be in Starscream's place, and had the opportunity to be on the other end a couple of times… but the notion of punishing this particular mech was no less appealing now than it was then. And in a way, he supposed he owed it to his men. Even if he didn't take the opportunity himself, there were many Autobots who arguably deserved a shot at Starscream's backside. From the sound of things, it would even be doing some good by Starscream himself - he was actually begging the Autobots to exact vengeance. Dammit, Prime couldn't think of a single good argument against it.
"All right," he said finally. "Get him up, you two. We'll bring him into the base and figure out what to do with him. I'm sure we can arrange something… suitable."
Starscream shivered visibly. "Ooh, you make that sound so sinister. I can't wait to see your dark side in action, Prime." As Ironhide and Prowl hauled him to his feet, he glanced down at his hobbled ankles. "Er, I don't suppose you could…?"
"Not a chance," said Prime. "If I'm bringing you into the base, I want you restrained as much as possible. Don't make me slap that gag on again."
"Hm. You're no fun." But Starscream didn't push the matter. As the Autobots dragged him toward the base, he struggled slightly against their grasp, smiling when they glared at him. "Just putting on a little show for Megatron. There'll be at least two cassettes following us. I'd hate them to think I wasn't giving you at least some trouble."
*****
The questions began as soon as they reached the base. "What's Starscream doing here?" "Did you capture him, Prime?" "Is that chain even enough to hold him?" "What's he smirking about?"
Optimus waved the curious crowd aside, clearing a path for the 'prisoner' and his escort. "I'll explain shortly. Get back, all of you. I need to speak to Ratchet."
The medic appeared shortly, shoving the twins out of the way. He took one look at the Seeker and said, "Do I want to know?"
Optimus really didn't want to explain, so he handed over the note. Ratchet read it quickly, then went back and re-read it twice. Finally he looked up. "Prime."
The Autobot leader held up his hands. "I know, Ratchet, I know. I wanted to let him go, but Starscream wouldn't have it. He's here of his own free will."
The medic glanced over at the restrained Decepticon. "Really? Doesn't look like it to me."
"Prowl, Ironhide. Ease off."
They didn't look happy about the order, but released the Seeker anyway. Starscream made a show of dusting himself off, then folded his arms and sneered at Ratchet. "We've already been over the moral dilemma. Your leader has spoken - are you going to stand there and question him? Besides, don't tell me you wouldn't like to pay me back for all the Autobots I've sent to you for repairs."
Ratchet's expression darkened. "Oh, part of me'd love to, but my wants have nothing to do with it. I follow these things called medical ethics, which I doubt you'd understand."
"Oh yes, and Megatron will be so concerned with the ethics of ripping my wings off if I come back to him unpunished."
"Not our problem you fragged him off in the first place," Ratchet countered. "Still, since you're cooperating voluntarily, I have no formal objections. I will, however, be supervising any punishment measures, just to make sure they aren't too inhumane. You won't make Decepticons out of us."
"Pity," said Starscream drily.
Ironhide chuckled. "Supervisin', eh, Ratchet? So I guess you don't want to watch old Screamer get what's comin' to 'im, then."
The medic's lip twitched. "I didn't say that."
"I appreciate your help," Optimus told him. "I don't want things getting out of hand."
"Oh, I have no doubt they will. But at least you'll have someone there to draw the line. I won't let my personal feelings influence my judgment - if anyone goes too far, they'll have me to answer to." He shot Ironhide a look as he said this. The old soldier threw up his hands.
"Hey, don't worry 'bout me. I'll behave. I'd hate to lose this opportunity, after all."
"Can we please get on with this?" Starscream interrupted snappishly. "At this rate, I'll rust before you soft-Sparks get around to doing anything."
Optimus finally allowed himself a small smile. Perhaps he'd enjoy this after all. "All right, if you insist. Prowl, would you be so kind as to assemble everyone in the rec room? Ratchet, get ready with whatever you need. Ironhide, let's get Starscream into restraints." He glanced at the Seeker. "Purely for security reasons, of course."
Red optics narrowed at him. "Sure, Prime. Keep telling yourself that." Nonetheless, Starscream followed him without resistance. It was going to be a very strange day.
(TBC.)