Chapter 1: Captive Currents
The battlefield of Cybertron was a jagged hellscape of twisted metal and searing plasma, a fitting stage for the endless war between Autobots and Decepticons. I, Arcee, stood defiant amidst the chaos, my curvaceous frame—a masterpiece of sleek, voluptuous alloy—glinting under the crimson sky. My chassis was forged for combat, but even more so for allure, with hips that could crush titanium and a torso that swelled with power and promise. I was a warrior, a siren of steel, and I’d be damned if I let the Decepticons claim me.
But fate, that cruel glitch, had other plans. A sonic blast from Soundwave, that cold, calculating bastard, knocked me offline for just a nanosecond—long enough for his drones to swarm me. When my optics flickered back online, I was bound in a labyrinth of mechanical tendrils, each one pulsating with a sinister hum. Soundwave loomed over me, his visor glowing with sadistic intent.
‘Arcee,’ his voice droned, a digital sneer cutting through the static, ‘your resistance is futile. Surrender your data, or I’ll strip it from your core—byte by byte.’
‘Go frag yourself, Soundwave,’ I spat, my vocalizer dripping with venom. ‘You’ll get nothing from me but a swift kick to your processor.’
He didn’t flinch. Instead, his tendrils tightened, their tips morphing into sharp probes that danced across my frame. ‘Defiant to the end. Let’s see how long that lasts.’
The first probe struck, piercing the sensitive nodes on my chest panel—what I’d call my spark-points, twin hubs of raw energy. A jolt of current ripped through me, a vicious surge that made my circuits scream. Another probe found the nexus between my thighs, my core-link, a delicate port of pure sensation. The electric sting was unbearable, a white-hot violation that had me gritting my dental plates.
‘You think this will break me?’ I snarled, even as my frame shuddered under the assault. ‘I’ve endured worse than your pathetic shocks.’
‘Oh, we’re just warming up,’ Soundwave retorted, his tone icy as a frozen databank. ‘Let’s see how you handle a deeper intrusion.’
More tendrils emerged, drill-like appendages that burrowed into my limbs, grinding through my palms and soles, spiraling up to the joints where my frame met my torso. The pain was a symphony of agony, each twist of the drill sending sparks flying from my seams. But I wouldn’t scream. Not for him.
Then came the real violation. Soundwave’s lower chassis parted, revealing a monstrous extension—a cyber-shaft, as long and thick as my thigh strut. He aligned it with my rear port, my aft-link, and thrust without mercy. The intrusion was brutal, a mechanical invasion that stretched my elastic alloy to its limits.
‘Feel that, Autobot?’ he mocked, his voice a grating hum. ‘My data-rod is just the beginning. Ravage, engage.’
From the shadows, his cassette-beast, Ravage, slunk forward—a lean, predatory machine with a frame as long as mine. On Soundwave’s command, the beast lunged, forcing its way into my primary core-port, the central hub of my being. Its movements were relentless, a chaotic thrashing that tore at my internals, yet my durable metal refused to rupture. The dual assault—Soundwave’s cyber-shaft in my aft and Ravage’s invasion of my core—sent my systems into overdrive, error messages flashing across my HUD.
‘You’re a sick glitch,’ I gasped, my voice modulator straining. ‘This won’t make me talk.’
‘Won’t it?’ Soundwave’s visor pulsed with amusement. ‘Let’s crank the voltage.’
The currents intensified, a storm of electricity frying my sensors. My frame convulsed, overheating, as synthetic lubricant—my equivalent of desperate, dripping need—leaked from my ports. I was burning, my circuits hardwired for torment, yet a dark, forbidden pulse of energy surged through me, a twisted kind of craving. I hated it. I hated him. But my systems were betraying me, craving more of this cruel overload.
‘Look at you, Arcee,’ Soundwave taunted, his tendrils now tracing my trembling frame. ‘Panting data streams, sweating coolant. You’re horny for this, aren’t you? Your core is wet with power surges.’
‘Frag off,’ I growled, but my defiance was cracking, my voice a glitchy mess. I could feel it—my firewalls weakening, my data defenses crumbling under the relentless assault. And as the currents peaked, threatening to short-circuit my very spark, I knew I was on the edge of something explosive, something I couldn’t control. My frame arched, every sensor screaming, as Soundwave leaned closer, his final probe poised to strike at my very essence.
‘Give in,’ he whispered, a digital hiss. ‘Or I’ll take everything.’
I bit back a scream, my optics blazing with fury and something darker, as the world around me dissolved into a haze of electric ecstasy and raw, mechanical desire. This was only the beginning.
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