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Starscream shut his eyes hard. This was it. He was done for. He shook as he raised his arms up in a futile attempt to shield himself from what was coming. He hoped the pain wouldn't last long. Seconds passed. Nothing happened. The terror enveloped him so completely that he didn't notice when something was fastened around his neck. Only when there was a soft "click" of metal latches closing did the seeker notice that some sort of metal ring had been fastened around his neck. Confusion filled him as he opened his eyes and stared down at the metal collar. There was a small chain attached to it. His eyes unconsciously followed the path of metal links, leading him to the other end, wrapped tightly around Predaking's fist.
"Come," came the command from Predaking's lips. He tugged roughly on the chain and Starscream was propelled forward. Off-balance with utter terror and confusion, he landed in an undignified heap and cursed.
"What foolishness is this, you despicable beasts?!" Starscream glared up at the monstrous figure and for a moment, forgot to be afraid. It was a mistake. He was struck across the face viciously, audials ringing from the impact. Darksteel sneered down at him and landed a swift kick in the seeker's abdomen.Starscream doubled over in pain, hacking coughs leaving his vocaliser. The seeker laughed through the pain. When he had recovered himself enough, he looked up into Predaking's optics, contemptuous smirk
on his face.
"Is this some sort of pathetic game? You beasts really are stupid if you expect me to play along with-"
Predaking's optics narrowed in warning as he pulled the chain taught, cutting the seeker off mid sentence. "Come." The command came again. His voice held a stern, warning tone.
Starscream shook with rage. Who was this beast to command him?! Despite coming to see first-hand that the predacon had evolved beyond a simple creature, Starscream still viewed him as a dumb brute, a simpleminded fool not worth his energon rations! Starscream was second in command in the mighty Decepticon army, well... was... Second in Command. Even so he still felt as though he should be the one giving orders, not recieving them!"I will not bow before such a lowly beast. End this ridiculous farce and release me!"
Bad decision. Darksteel backhanded the jet immediately, sending Starscream reeling. It didn't end there. Sharp kicks were delivered to the flier's sides, canopy, anywhere the predacon could reach. Metal buckled and dented. Starscream curled in on himself and tried to protect vital areas, screeching in pain. Darksteel paid no mind and continued to torment the seeker, latching onto wings and twisting brutally. Starscream flailed wildly, optics shorting out for several seconds from the pain. The sick sounds of his own wings being bent and mutilated send him into a panic.
"Stop! Stop!" The jet sobbed and pleaded. Optics filling with tears and voice shaking. He screamed when Darksteel twisted brutally and a wingtip was bent to an awkward angle. The perverse beast seemed to be enjoying it and Starscream wondered if he would be deactivated right then and there, slowly and excruciatingly painfully. He hiccuped and sobbed at the thought, tearing his servos away from clutching protectively at his sides and canopy to beg for reprieve. Long metal digits shook as he clasped servos together and begged with all his spark.
"Please! Please, enough! I'm sorry!"
When Predaking held up a hand, Darksteel relented. Starscream shook and coughed, wheezing and venting heavily. He dripped energon from his wings and his canopy was cracked. He was covered in dents and everything hurt. After a few moments, Darksteel nudged him roughly with a foot, glaring down while rumbling a deep growl of warning. Starscream looked up blearily, his vents shook when he cycled intakes, damage reports were popping up all over his HUD. He dismissed them all and climbed to his knees, looking up at the sadistic predacon above him in fear.
When Darksteel's lip twitched, the seeker flinched away, servos held up defensively as he shivered in fear. When Starscream realised the beating was over for now, he cautiously looked up to Predaking, still holding the chain. As he watched, the great lumbering beast tugged ever so gently, face set in a disapproving frown. It was all the encouragement Starscream needed. Desperate to avoid more damage to his dented frame, the seeker moved to stand but stopped short when Preaking's frown deepened and became a dark scowl of warning.
Flustered and momentarily at a loss, the Seeker glanced up cautiously towards Darksteel, pressed down low on the ground in meek submission. His mind was racing, switching between wondering what the sadistic mechs wanted from him and figuring out the most excruciating way he could offline them. Sick fraggers! You can't do this to me!
Darksteel's foot connected with his aft, nudging him roughly and firmly forward. He grunted, "Crawl."
The flier's frame instantly heated with rage but he pushed it down, ruthlessly quelling it. He had learned that there was nothing to be gained from rebelling. Face heated with rage and shame, his knees and servos began shifting in a slow, cautious approach towards the hulking figure before him, head ducked in submissive deference but eyes dark with hatred and shame. He couldn't stop the barely audible snarl that left his lips.
The predacons flanking him avidly watched as the seeker moved slowly forward, chest pressed down low, canopy almost scraping the ground in subservience. The slim flier's hips swayed enticingly back and forth with each graceful move, aft forced upwards with each stretch of sleek silver thighs. The predacons engines revved at the sight.
Starscream wasn't sure how close the monster was satisfied with and cautiously risked a glance upwards. His frame shook with fury but he made sure to keep his face blank and unexpressive, burying his fury beneath a calm, accepting veneer. The predacon smiled mirthlessly and pointed to the patch of ground in front of him. Starscream did as he was bid and moved until he was kneeling before the giant's huge pedes. Resting on his knees and thrusters, he stared into the ground below him, filled with an intense hatred and shame. He wasn't sure if the throbbing pain filling his frame or the overwhelming humiliation stung more. It took all of the seeker's willpower to restrain himself.
"Good." The seeker felt a clawed servo caress a wing, praising him for his obedience. Predaking rumbled satisfaction and it made the seeker bristle in hatred.
It was more than the seeker could bear. Emotions boiled over and before he could stop himself, he lashed out, claws uselessly scraping over too-thick armour, a litany of insults and threats leaving his vocaliser. "Glitch-spawned fragger! I'll tear your spark apart you worthless, thickheaded, degenerate beast!"
At that last remark, Predaking's eyes narrowed. His lips drew back, baring sharp denta and a deep rumbling growl radiated from the mech. "It seems we need to be taught a lesson" The chain went taught, cutting off the seeker's main intake as he spluttered and gasped in shock. Predaking was hauling him up by the chain until the jet's feet dangled, kicking helplessly in protest. The seeker's eyes stretched wide in horror and he frantically clawed at the massive arm that held him in a terrified frenzy. Warnings flashed across his HUD, his neck cables burned and creaked ominously, joints stretched and whining in a sickening cadence as they threatened to give. His lips opened and closed helplessly, mouthing pleas as he stared into the cruel face filling his vision.
"Pl-" "plea-" was all he was able to force out before he was thrown violently down to the ground. A massive pede slammed down on top of him. The seeker screamed as searing pain shot through him. The blows kept coming until his plating buckled. Sensors were inflamed in agony before being crushed and broken. There was a sick wrenching sound as Predaking went to work on his wings, tearing at the less damaged of the two, the seeker howling as it was rent and torn open. Energon seeped from the wound, coating massive claws.
Predaking paused from his work to draw deep intakes, chest heaving, vents whirring, savouring the delectable smell as the aroma filled his olfactory sensors. Frame heated and spark pulsing, he lifted a stained servo to his lips to trail his glossa through some of the bittersweet liquid.
Starscream was doubled over in pain. Hissing as he drew shallow, shaking vents, the seeker looked up to see Predaking practically moaning as he greedily licked up the seeker's own vital fluids. Starscream shivered in revulsion but found himself unable to look away. A high-pitched whine escaped Starscream's lips when Predaking turned his optics on the seeker again.
Thoroughly cowed, Starscream raised his shaking arms in a desperate and hopeless defence. Optics shuttered, he begged. "Please...please stop. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Just...please..." The seeker's optics started filling with coolant and he was visibly shaking as the huge predacon moved towards him. Starscream choked in his own sobs as he felt large clawed digits, coated in his own energon glide over sleek metal. A terrified keening left his vocaliser. His body shook but the jet tried desperately to hold himself still, fearing being torn apart by those massive claws should he so much as move an inch unbidden. He shivered and waited for the pain to come.
All too soon, Starscream felt a knee drive painfully into his back. The jet wailed from the force of the impact, body arching and writhing in pain. He panted and squealed in terror as the chain the predacon had been holding througout his torture was wrapped around his neck and pulled taught, choking him and cutting into his main energon line. Tears pooled in the jet's overbright optics as he frantically clawed at the bonds, trying to free himself. Starscream's vents whined in protest. His neck cables strained and burned, eyes so wide optics near cracked under the intense pressure.
Predaking's plating heated at the sight. After being so cruelly tormented in cycles past, the dragonformer's head swam at the blissful pleasure of watching the little jet suffer. He bathed in the seeker's misery and ground in further with bent knee, loosening the chain slightly to let out more of the delicious little sobs and shuddering moans the seeker had been making. Seeing his former tormentor undone and begging like a cheap two credit whore was doing things to him it seemed.
Predaking grinned as he listened to his plaything cough hacking vents and whine meekly. His claws continued their exploration of the subdued seeker's frame, servos traveled across damaged wingtips, gliding down the planes of metal to rest at the dented and bleeding axis joints at the wing's base. It would have felt wonderful had not the metal been rent and torn to pieces by the monster already. As it was, the little jet thrashed wildly in pain, optics and audials cutting out to static for several seconds. He screeched in searing agony when Predaking ground wicked claws deeply into the wounds, optics streaming coolant and shaking terribly. When the predacon grew tired of listening to the piercing wails he merely tugged the chains tighter, choking all but a few tortured little clicks and whines from the seeker.
The fingers moved on, groping and exploring each little divet and ridge between plating, gliding down the arch of the seeker's back, delicately tracing along shivering, gleaming thighs before grasping possessively, gouging into the plating and drawing energon. Predaking stifled a moan as the tortured seeker bucked and whined against him, unintentionally arching into the predacon's by now burning frame. He cupped the pert little aft twitching and shaking so delightfully, squeezing roughly and moving his servo in to circle around the luscious curves. The predacon shivered in delight at the stream of wicked ideas that poured through his processor of how to properly punish the little jet.
At that thought the dragonformer couldn't help himself. A strong servo gripped posessively at the seeker's thigh, kneading and grasping greedily, before settling on the little jet's panel. He relished the jolt of shock it gained from the quivering flyer. Starscream shook his head back and forth gently, silently begging, vocaliser too abused to form words. The chains chimed softly with each little move of the flyer's helm. Predaking vented hot and heavy in the jet's audial, leaning in close to feel the heat of the flyer's frame against him. He tapped once on the little valve panel and ground his frame into the little seeker's as Starscream began shaking harder.
"Open. Or do you require another lesson in obedience?"
Starscream was terrified. His vocalizer strained and clicked as he tried to force words from it. He shuddered deep, desperate intakes, clenching his fists and shuttering his eyes tightly. Predaking tapped again. Starscream drew shaking sobs as bowed his head in sumission. Venting deeply, he sent the command to manually retract his panel. The massive dragonfomer would get what he wanted one way another. All he could do was try to lessen the pain.
The world was silent for a moment and Starscream had never been so afraid. He could hear a deep rumbling emanating from the dragonformer above him. Starscream cried out when he felt a digit press against his valve. He bit down on his lip and whimpered as it pressed in to the dry, unaroused valve. He was lost in a world of fear and disgust. Optics were still shuttered tightly, refusing to acknowledge what was happening as the thick clawed digit forced it's way inside. Starscream sobbed quietly, enduring the prodding and pawing.
Predaking's cooling fans were whirring as he slid a finger, then two into the tight little valve. He looked down at the battered form below him, drinking in the terror and humiliation. Oh, this was just what the predacon wanted. Starscream, his tormentor in cycles past, now a remorseful, helpless little toy for his amusement. His frame heating up, he was clearly enjoying this. Predaking's spike began to pressurise behind its protective panel as clawtips forced their way in and out. Little to no lubricant made passage difficult. After a few more thrusts, the predacon stopped and withdrew those thick digits, thoughtful for a second.
Starscream felt a touch to his faceplates and recoiled in horror. His optics shot on in fear. A hulking servo was over his lips now, talons brushing against them before pushing inside, gently stroking the seeker's glossa, pushing in and out. The flyer made meek little noises of protest, whining and hiccuping sobs. He tried to turn his head away but the clawtips followed him. Giving up, he let his helm drop in defeat.
Delving digits explored a moist and warm intake. He tried tonguing the digits gently, suckling and licking, hoping to win some favour by co-operating. Maybe he would show some mercy if the seeker pleased him. Predaking's spike thudded almost painfully against its housing in response.
"Very good, pet." He stroked the seeker's helm and laughed when the little jet cringed away, shaking. "I think you deserve a reward."
Slick clawtips were withdrawn and made their way back down to the seeker's valve. Oral lubricants eased the way and the thick digits slid in much more easily this time. They thrust in and out, curling up to delve deeper into the seeker's valve, pointed claws stroking and coaxing along the quivering valve walls. Starscream curled in on himself and endured the sickening treatment. His body was soon heating up and his valve loosening, eager for more, despite what he wanted. With each thrust, small wet noises became louder and louder. When a third digit was inserted and the valve stretched wide, a small moan escaped the flyer's lips.
The little jet sobbed and begged underneath Predaking. Writhing and moaning in fear, pain and unwanted pleasure. The skilled digits twisted and stroked, unrelenting and unremorseful. He felt the warmth from his valve grow and hid his faceplates with his servos, sobbing meekly. Predaking snarled, in anger or lust Starscream wasn't sure. He felt the digits start to thrust in forcefully, pounding home, scraping along delicate mesh lining painfully and without care. Starscream wailed and begged for the brute to stop. "It hurts! Please!" The predacon thrust heedlessly, adding a fourth digit to the hot wet heat and stretching that little hole wide.
The combined pain and pleasure was too much and Starscream wailed, thrown into a devastating overload. His valve clamped down on the invading digits and he screamed. His optics saw only static as the overload crashed through him, frame burning in pleasure and shame as he pushed his hips forward desperately. After all the pain and abuse he'd endured the pleasure washing through him felt wonderful. He tried not to hear Predaking's mocking words as he ground desperately into the mech's servo, valve burning in need. "Filthy...wanton....whore...."
The pleasure filling Starscream's frame slowly ebbed and faded, leaving him aching, valve stretched and burning, feeling confused and ashamed. He felt the servo withdraw a few moments later and almost sighed in relief, too dazed to watch Predaking languidly lick a digit clean, sighing in pleasure at the taste. He didn't notice when Predaking said something to the other two predacons and moved away.
Darksteel and Skylynx had long since given up restraint. Both of them had been slowly pumping their own spikes while they listened to the little jet plead and moan. They watched avidly as he was beaten down and forced to submit, little surges of warmth filling them each time they saw the seeker crumble, vents roaring and engines revving as the flyer wailed in overload, breaking down and sobbing gently afterwards. Revenge was sweet.
Predaking approached them, "He's ready for you" He handed the length of chain over to Darksteel. The two predacons eagerly crossed the distance to the little seeker and positioned themselves above him.
When Predaking left him, Starscream withdrew into his own world again, optics offlined and quietly sobbing. It was only when he felt a pressure on his valve did he reactivate his optics in shock and look up to be greeted with the sight of two disgusting beasts leering at him, one holding a spike over his face, stroking it gently, the other insistently pressing into his valve. He couldn't move, arms easily held at bay and legs forced apart. Starscream softly murmered pleas until his vocaliser hitched and only a high pitched whine left his lips. Darksteel firmly grasped the seeker's hips and hoisted them into the air, lining them up with his spike. Starscream sobbed and shook his helm to and fro, pleading with his eyes now.
The predacon rammed his spike home in one quick thrust, carelessly penetrating the slick valve, tearing it open and plunging in deeply. Darksteel grit his teeth. The little valve was so tight and sweet he could overload instantly! But he held it back. He wanted to enjoy this. He savoured the quailing jet's screams and moans as he tore open the delicious little valve.
Starscream was lost. He screamed and wailed, tears streaming down faceplates. The pain was searing hot and the thing was too big! He was sure something had torn. Panting heavily, he began to beg, "Please, stop! It's too big! It-" he squealed as the predacon hit a sensitive node, "It hurts!"
The predacon was unperturbed. If anything, the beast seemed to be spurred on by his pitiful whimpering and started to thrust in earnest, plunging deep into the abused valve despite the seeker's screams. Slamming the jet's slim, glistening hips down hard over and over, Darksteel moaned and lost himself in the heady pleasure of the tight, wet valve. Starscream quietly sobbed, waiting for the disgusting thing to be done with him. The pace slowed to a hard steady rhythm as Darksteel pounded the tight little valve.
Skylynx moved his hand up and down his own spike, venting heavily. He stroked the seeker's face, loving the pained little moans the jet let out every so often. It soon became too much and Skylynx grasped the little jet's helm, tilting Starscream's head back until the top of his helm almost met the ground. Starscream shrieked as he saw the enormous spike hanging in front of his faceplates and Skylynx took the oppurtunity to guide his length into the warm welcoming intake, sighing in pleasure as he buried himself in that tight heat.
Starscream felt he would be sick. His eyes rolled back and he thrashed his arms and legs uselessly. He was bent over backwards, neck tubing stretched out and gradually being filled with more and more of the predacon's huge spike. Each thrust coming from Darksteel gradually pushed the new intruder down further into his intake, stretching Starscream's neck tubing well beyond what was comfortable. His neck cables were straining and his intake burned.
Skylynx let out a moan as he was slowly enveloped in the soft, heat of the seeker's throat. He let his brother's forceful pumps push the jet forward, forcing sweet lips further down onto his spike until they met the very base of the chord. Skylynx shuddered. It felt so good he could hardly believe it. He moaned and slowly pumped into the jet's throat.
Starscream gagged around the disgusting thing. His jaw ached, stretched too wide around the huge, thick spike. He could feel every thrust in painful detail, ridged plates scraping along the delicate metal of his intake. It burned. He tried to control his gag reflex, concentrating hard on relaxing his throat but it didn't work. He choked and gagged around the massive spike, squirming around and trying uselessly to push the monster away.
Skylynx grinned maliciously as he watched the jet struggle, driving in harder each time the little flyer's throat tensed and contracted around him. "What's the matter, little seeker? Don't you like taking your punishment?"
Sick enjoyment of the jet's torment filled him with a delicious warmth as he ground in deeply, shuddering with pleasure every time the jet choked and struggled around his spike.
Starscream whimpered pitifully as the predacons rutted into him, sandwiching the small flier between twin enormous spikes and filling him completely. Darksteel ground into the too-small valve, reveling in the tight, wet heat that enveloped him. Skylynx grabbed a wingtip and twisted, moaning when the jet seized up in pain and swallowed hard around his spike. Starscream's valve clenched like a vise around Darksteel's chord.
"Primus...do that again"
Skylynx obliged and gave the wingtip another vicious twist. Starscream wailed around the spike in his mouth and his valve bore down on the huge length filling him. The seeker felt like he was being torn apart. The thrusts were coming so fast and hard now he felt as though his body would break apart under the pressure. The spike lit up all the sensors in his valve, filling and stretching him so completely. Each thrust forced him further down onto Skylynx's throbbing spike. His intake felt like it was on fire. Heat pooled in his interface array and Starscream realised in horror that he was close to overload again. Tears welled in his optics and he couldn't stifle the moan that escaped him when Darksteel ground into his cieling node.
Darksteel dug his claws deeply into the jet's hips and slammed them down onto his straining spike as Starscream's valve suddenly clamped down around the thick length. The jet moaned and writhed, burning up in unwanted pleasure as the predacon plunged into him over and over. His whole body shook as the full body overload ripped through him, twin enermous spikes filling him so completely with an intense blissful heat. Every sensor was lit with pleasure.
Darksteel tensed and dug his claws in harder, grinding into the delicious heat between the seeker's slim silver thighs as deeply as he could. Transfluid gushed into the overstuffed little valve, searing the sore and damaged lining. The little flyer wailed around the thick spike still filling his mouth. The intense vibrations pushed Skylynx over the edge. He moaned in ecstasy and grasped Starscream's helm tightly, pushing in deeply as hot transfluids gushed into the warm, flexing intake engulfing his spike. Darksteel bit his lip, shivering at the intensity of the heat and pleasure.
Starscream moaned and thrashed, pinned down and filled completely, twitching and wailing. He sobbed and choked the transfluid down, some of it filling his open, panting intake as Skylynx pulled out. The predacon rubbed his spike across the jet's faceplates, leaving a translucent trail across heated silver cheeks. Skylynx paused to whisper into the jet's audial, "Such a good little slut."
The world was a white haze of pleasure and pain to the seeker. They left him to lie in the sticky mess, covered in lubricants and weeping softly, spilt energon and transfluids still dripping from his aching valve. His wings were twisted and ruined, canopy cracked and nearly broken. His whole frame was battered and dented and he had lost count of the error reports and system failure warnings that he had had to dismiss. Body too weak to fight, the seeker sobbed and held himself tightly, praying it was over.
Predaking shifted and Starscream felt a tug to the collar. Please no more...
Starscream forced himself up onto shaky servos and knees, eyeing the predacon leader fearfully as he hunkered down on the ground. Please. Not again. As Predaking moved towards him he was filled with utter terror. He felt as though he had been torn apart from the other two. What would their monstrous leader do to him?
Starscream wailed and tried to stand but his knees were too weak to support him. He tried to push himself backwards, legs kicking and scrabbling awkwardly across the ground but caught hopelessly. Please..." he gulped. "Please, I can't." his voice hitched at the end and he sobbed, struggling to form words in the face of utter terror. Tears streamed down his face as the predacon loomed closer.
With nowhere to go, the seeker pressed himself further into the ground, venting and wheezing loudly. A high pitched whine left the seeker's vocaliser metal plates shifted and realigned. In seconds, Predaking had transformed into his alt mode, huge intimidating draconic form now taking up all of his vision, the beast roaring and pounding towards him. Starscream's optics went wide in terror as he shrieked, claws scrabbling uselessly against the ground, trying desperately to escape despite being helplessly bound.
In seconds the massive brute was on him. Predaking slammed him down into the ground, his hulking form pinning the seeker down effortlessly. Starscream spat static, he wheezed and thrashed, but he had no hope of moving the huge mech. Massive, clawed pedes pinned the seeker's arms, talons digging and tearing into plating. Wires sparked where the plating had caved in or been ripped away.
Starscream felt as though he would be crushed. He sobbed and cried out, weakly trying to push the weight off. This couldn't be happening, could it? He got his answer when he felt a pressure against his valve. "No.." Despair and horror filled his
voice and he pleaded and begged, "Please no! You'll kill me! Please spare me! I'm so sorry, please!"
In the throes of panic and wild thrashing, Starscream felt the disgusting thing sliding inside of him. His tanks lurched, threatening to purge and his head spun. The spilt transfluid filling the seeker's valve eased the way as the enormous spike slid slowly into his burning valve.
The seeker's sobs and moans continued as Predaking ground deeper into the tiny slick valve. It was so tight, so good! The dragonformer vented heavily, purring in satisfaction.
Starscream wailed and cried. Primus, it burned! The thing's spike was just too huge! He felt as though he were being impaled, the walls of his valve buckling and protesting under the strain of the enormous intrusion. Sparks flew from the deep gashes left in his arms from the dragon's talons, wires and metal severed and mangled. His valve felt like it was on fire. The stretch was too much as the dragon thrust in further still. He screamed until his vocaliser shorted out.
The massive dragonformer savoured the sight of the shaking, broken flier beneath him. This was everything he had wanted and more.
Starscream could feel the hot breath from the dragon as Predaking vented hot and heavy by his audials. He whimpered as the beast leaned in close, taking in huge vents of air and tasting the seeker's terror and pain. Starscream felt rather than heard the satisfied rumble that came from his captor and recoiled in disgust when he felt a hot, thick glossa roam across his faceplates. He shut hisscrewed optics shut tightly as the vile glossa laved along a cheekplate in a disgusting parody of a lover's kiss.
"Pl- please... it hurts..." He felt the mounting pressure straining cables and internal plates to breaking point. The world was nothing but white hot searing pain.
The other predacons were jeering at him, calling him a slut for being so ready to take their spikes, telling him how hot and needy his filthy little valve was. Starscream whimpered and sobbed. He tried to block it all out but the pain and sickness would not let him. That disgusting glossa continued its trail across his faceplates, coming to rest on the seeker's lips and pushing gently inside. That thick, wet appendage pressed in, exploring the sobbing mech's warm cavity, caressing the seeker's own little glossa.
Starscream felt the dragon purr into his intake and hoped it would be over soon. He felt his tanks roiling in disgust, shaking and weeping, optics offline and shut tight against the world.
That fat, huge glossa's caress became more insistent, deeper, wriggling to fill the flyer's intake as Starscream whined and sobbed around it. The seeker felt the pace quicken as the dragon rutted into him, slamming into the flier's petite little valve, now stretched tortuously wide and bleeding, filled with the dragon's huge, punishing spike. Each thrust drew pained little whimpers from the seeker. Slowly they turned into shrieks of agony, muffled by that writhing slick glossa as Predaking quickened the pace to brutal, violent thrusts, pounding dents into a too-small valve. The dragon plunged in deeper and deeper, tearing the little flyer apart from the inside. The nonstop stream of garbled and distorted whines and sobs coming from the whimpering mess of a mech below him only spurred the dragon on, faster and harder.
Transfluid and energon dribbled down the massive spike as Predaking viciously plunged into the little jet, ridges dragging painfully across abused and broken sensors deep inside the seeker's valve. Valve lining tore and coolant tears streamed down the seekers faceplates as he wailed and moaned in pain. Each thrust brought more suffering and he prayed to Primus it would be over soon. Delicate metal buckled around the huge spike and the little jet screamed in agony. Warm, sticky fluids gushed into him, mixing with his own energon and burning in intense pain. He screamed and shook, vocaliser cutting out and resetting intermittently. The dragon thrust forward, rumbling deep sounds of satisfaction as he released his load deep inside of the quivering, hot valve. Transfluids had nowhere to go, with the seeker stuffed so completely, hot liquids gushing out of the little opening, coating the jet's thighs with sticky residue.
The fluid pooled beneath him and when Predaking finally withdrew, a huge rush of silvery release gushing from the abused valve. Starscream wailed in pain as he was finally released. He slumped, faceplates landing in the growing puddle of filth below him, vocaliser hoarse and raw from the screams, valve gaping, bleeding, on fire. It was too much pain. The seeker went still, shivering lightly before immediately entering a forced shutdown, mercifully sparing him from his waking nightmare, at least for now.