Fic: Pervy Shockwave part 3
anonymous
May 21 2009, 04:13:03 UTC
He had only a moment’s reprieve as the vibrator pulled out, the cables sliding down his body to his valve. One remained separated from it’s counterparts, however. It instead moved up to stroke Mirage’s cheek, prodding at his lips as the other three cables slid over the entrance of his valve, one finally slipping in. Mirage moaned in anguish, giving the lone cable the opportunity to enter, pushing past his dental plating and to the back of his throat tubing. Mirage gagged, trying to shake his head and dislodge the invasion to no avail. He even bit it, but that didn’t seem to affect the cable at all.
He could feel more of the artificial lubricant filling his valve, the heat of the liquid almost like mech fluid. It thrust in and out of him, soon another tentacle easing in to join it. Mirage whined around the cable in his mouth at the uncomfortable stretch of his valve as the two cables moved inside him, wiggling and grinding against the sensitive walls. He onlined his optics in shock, turning to panic, as the third cable started pressing in. He thrashed, giving a muffled shriek as the cable pushed in heedlessly.
The intrusion was painful, stretching his valve until he thought it’d rip. Almost mercifully, the cables stopped thrusting into him, resting contentedly inside. One tentatively prodded the very back of his valve, into his reproduction chamber, the other two sliding along the walls of his valve, starting up their thrusts again. Mirage’s vents heaved with the intensity of the sensations of pleasure and pain. The cables seemed to hit every pleasure node and circuit in his valve as they thrust into the painfully stretched and sensitive valve. Then the one exploring the very back of his valve, finally breached the entrance of his reproduction chamber.
He screamed again around the cable in his mouth, a third overload enveloping him. It left him so drained, he could do nothing but lay limp to the attentions of the machine he was bound to.
At first it had been a clinical fascination, but with each desperate cry and pained whimper, left Shockwave with a surge of… something. It was his creation turning this proud noble into a trembling, helpless mess, and bringing looks of terror on the remaining captives faces. Now he needed, wanted, to see if it would be any different if he was the one in place of his creation.
Fic: Pervy Shockwave part 4
anonymous
May 21 2009, 04:13:54 UTC
He strode quickly over to the bound spy, pulling the cables free of his valve and mouth. There was a twitch and a relieved moan from the exhausted mech at the loss. Shockwave charged up his gun arm, withholding the energy blast wanting to break free from the barrel, and without warning he slammed it inside the tender valve, making Mirage arch and screech at the surprising intrusion of hot, thick metal.
With his free arm, Shockwave lifted Mirage’s leg up high, angling his arm for deeper penetration, giving the spy no respite as he set a brutal pace. The contained energy vibrated hotly inside Mirage, scalding him and lighting his circuits up with agony even as the gun’s vibration tormented him with pleasure.
It felt like an eternity as the gun arm just kept pounding into him, his leg hitched up so high half of his body was suspended from the berth, back strut twisting uncomfortably, and he came into perfect view of Jazz and Bumblebee. The two were sitting up against the wall, Bumblebee’s arms wrapped around Jazz’s waist, Jazz keeping his arm on Bumblebee’s shoulder as they clung to each other, seeking comfort in the pain of watching their friend endure this torture.
Mirage offlined his optics again, unable to watch them as they watched him. Despite the pain, he could feel the building heat in his body, now all too familiar with the sensation, and not sure he ever wanted to feel it again. The arm thrust in deep, resting at the back of his valve, pulsing and hot, pushing in farther, tilting, grinding, twisting, reaching every sensitive spot inside him until he finally overloaded with a final, weak cry, falling unconscious.
Shockwave let his arm continue resting inside Mirage, studying the spy. Slowly, he pulled his arm out, wiping the lubricant on Mirage’s thigh. He unshackled Mirage, carrying him back to the cell and tossing him in with his teammates.
He would continue his experiments later. For now he had to look over his current results and report back to Megatron.
Re: Fic: Pervy Shockwave part 4
anonymous
June 21 2009, 01:12:32 UTC
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Erm, not really. Although maaaybe I can be persuaded to write more. Any anons got some requests/ideas/suggestions? Besides, I still need to give it some kind of happy ending. After all, the Autobots wouldn't let them stay imprisoned, would they?
Re: Fic: Pervy Shockwave part 4
anonymous
June 21 2009, 01:33:00 UTC
Well... I'm not the OP, but I do have a possible suggestion. :x Ever since I read the 'Decepticon volunteers' thing in part two of your little fic, my dirty mind immediately skipped to the idea of Megatron ordering Shockwave to use the device on Starscream as punishment for messing up an energon raid while he watches from the sidelines (and maybe gets involved later on like Shockwave did with Mirage).
He could feel more of the artificial lubricant filling his valve, the heat of the liquid almost like mech fluid. It thrust in and out of him, soon another tentacle easing in to join it. Mirage whined around the cable in his mouth at the uncomfortable stretch of his valve as the two cables moved inside him, wiggling and grinding against the sensitive walls. He onlined his optics in shock, turning to panic, as the third cable started pressing in. He thrashed, giving a muffled shriek as the cable pushed in heedlessly.
The intrusion was painful, stretching his valve until he thought it’d rip. Almost mercifully, the cables stopped thrusting into him, resting contentedly inside. One tentatively prodded the very back of his valve, into his reproduction chamber, the other two sliding along the walls of his valve, starting up their thrusts again. Mirage’s vents heaved with the intensity of the sensations of pleasure and pain. The cables seemed to hit every pleasure node and circuit in his valve as they thrust into the painfully stretched and sensitive valve. Then the one exploring the very back of his valve, finally breached the entrance of his reproduction chamber.
He screamed again around the cable in his mouth, a third overload enveloping him. It left him so drained, he could do nothing but lay limp to the attentions of the machine he was bound to.
At first it had been a clinical fascination, but with each desperate cry and pained whimper, left Shockwave with a surge of… something. It was his creation turning this proud noble into a trembling, helpless mess, and bringing looks of terror on the remaining captives faces. Now he needed, wanted, to see if it would be any different if he was the one in place of his creation.
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With his free arm, Shockwave lifted Mirage’s leg up high, angling his arm for deeper penetration, giving the spy no respite as he set a brutal pace. The contained energy vibrated hotly inside Mirage, scalding him and lighting his circuits up with agony even as the gun’s vibration tormented him with pleasure.
It felt like an eternity as the gun arm just kept pounding into him, his leg hitched up so high half of his body was suspended from the berth, back strut twisting uncomfortably, and he came into perfect view of Jazz and Bumblebee. The two were sitting up against the wall, Bumblebee’s arms wrapped around Jazz’s waist, Jazz keeping his arm on Bumblebee’s shoulder as they clung to each other, seeking comfort in the pain of watching their friend endure this torture.
Mirage offlined his optics again, unable to watch them as they watched him. Despite the pain, he could feel the building heat in his body, now all too familiar with the sensation, and not sure he ever wanted to feel it again. The arm thrust in deep, resting at the back of his valve, pulsing and hot, pushing in farther, tilting, grinding, twisting, reaching every sensitive spot inside him until he finally overloaded with a final, weak cry, falling unconscious.
Shockwave let his arm continue resting inside Mirage, studying the spy. Slowly, he pulled his arm out, wiping the lubricant on Mirage’s thigh. He unshackled Mirage, carrying him back to the cell and tossing him in with his teammates.
He would continue his experiments later. For now he had to look over his current results and report back to Megatron.
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Erm, not really. Although maaaybe I can be persuaded to write more. Any anons got some requests/ideas/suggestions? Besides, I still need to give it some kind of happy ending. After all, the Autobots wouldn't let them stay imprisoned, would they?
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