You Lost

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You Lost

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: Oh my fucking GOD. I can’t believe I’m making ANOTHER massive rewrite. So much so that it’s not even worth saying Rainbow Lizard originally wrote it with me. Massively altered.

If you don’t like Barricade/Bumblebee, don’t even bother with this first chapter, or any chapter, since it is what the fanfic revolves around. The other pairings will become more detailed as chapters go up. Maybe. If I feel like it. And if you don’t like Rape Is Love, please don’t bother either, because this fanfic is the EPITOMY of Rape Is Love. And finally, despite the fact that this fanfic is Multi-Chapter, it is ENTIRELY PWP.

I’d like to add, finally, that this was done PURELY for Dragolover2, and partly thanks to his – or her – kind offer to help me write more to it. I’ve FINALLY got an idea of how to further the fic, so if he – or she – would like to contact me through IM (or send his – or her – IM address through e-mail) I’d be glad to discuss things further.

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Chapter One: Getting Caught

"Sam! Put the cube in my chest!"

Sam froze, turning between Megatron and Optimus Prime. He was just about to thrust the cube into Megatron's spark when the Decepticon stepped heavily onto him. For most humans and Autobots and Decepticons, this was where the war ended. But for some of them, this was only where it began.

Optimus Prime had never ceased to feel guilty about the death of the human. True, it wasn't his fault. But he was the one who had given the human the AllSpark, who had instructed him to push it into him, an action which would surely destroy them both. Now the human was dead, and he was in suspended animation, frozen for Megatron's personal enjoyment. Many of his soldiers had been imprisoned too. Others were dead.

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Bumblebee, however, guessed that he was going to meet a fate worse than death. Not knowing what the Decepticons would do to him, he was chained up and left in a cold dark cell, where his night-vision optic mode told him that solid metal walls were on all sides, and only about thirty feet away. For a Cybertronian that was a pretty small cell. His armour had been stripped from his body, and his weapons deactivated. His wrists were bound behind his back with heavy chains, and his neck by another chain to the wall. He knew it was pointless to fight them, but he still tried.

In fear and sorrow, he waited for the bringer of his fate to walk through the door. All the time all he could think about was the horrible nature of Sam's death. He didn't deserve that horrible death. His own friend. An innocent human. Now most of the humans were probably being worked to death in the new mines and factories Decepticons were setting up, and some were being kept as personal 'pets' by the Decepticons.

Eventually, the cell door opened, and a mech walked in. It was hard to make out who it was, silhouetted as they were in the light. But Bumblebee was able to tell that the mech was about his height, if a little bulkier. And he was watching him and chuckling, amused at what he saw.

Bumblebee scowled with a look that could offline even the strongest at the silhouette and moved around in his chains as much as he could. He looked down at his own feet in fear as the mech approached him. When the Decepticon was just a few feet away, the Autobot began to squirm.

"Frightened, Bumblebug?" the bulky cop car leant down to trail one talon across Bumblebee's cheek, "Are you frightened? Are you?" Barricade smirked, "Should you be?"

Bumblebee remained silent. He tried to persuade himself to think it was in defiance, but really they both knew that it was because he was too afraid to speak, in fear he might give the wrong answer.

"Aw... nervous much?" Barricade grinned nastily, "Well, guess what, Autobot... I own you. I called dibs on your beautiful yellow body. So there's no need to be afraid... is there?" he took Bumblebee's chin and forced him to look up.

"Afraid of what?" Bumblebee asked weakly, his voice shaking and quiet. He was trembling from both the cold and from this new revelation.

"You are a prisoner," Barricade emphasised, "You are my reward for a job well done. I own you. You have to do what I say. That..." he smirked, "Or you can be messed with by every visiting Decepticon who likes the cut of your windscreen."

"L-leave me alone..." Bumblebee spat. He tried struggling but weakly gave up as he found that his arms were far too exhausted to try anything of the sort. He spat oil in Barricade’s face defiantly, “You don’t own me...”

Barricade wiped the oil from his face. Then he slapped Bumblebee sharply, grinning savagely, “Even if I leave you alone, my comrades won’t. I bet you’d be really enthusiastic about Blackout playing with you. Or how about Bonecrusher..."

"Just - Just kill me now and be done with it." Bumblebee snapped back in anger. "I'd rather die now than live the rest of my life serving scum like you!"

"I wasn't giving you a choice," Barricade hissed, "You can be my pet - mine, and only mine - or you can serve as a toy for the whole base, and offline slowly and painfully, in a puddle of your own fluids. That is the only choice you're getting."

Even with this choice laid out in front of him, Bumblebee stayed silent. Indeed, he had no power in the matter, but damn, it was hard to grant scum like Barricade a victory. It hurt his pride and at first the mech considered the thought of the second choice just to spite the Decepticon.

"You don't have to answer right now," Barricade oozed, "I'll just show you what you'll be missing out on if you turn me down..." With that, he pressed his lips very hard against Bumblebee's, the force of it almost slamming him back against the cell wall.

Disgusted, the yellow mech tried to push back the Decepticon in disgust, violently throwing his head forward, but with how pathetically weak he was it only led to a few inches of movement.

"Stupid..." Barricade chuckled, pulling away slightly, "I think that's what I'll call you. My little stupid." Then he pushed forward and slammed Bumblebee to the floor, "You can fight me all you like," he told him, "That would be pointless and stupid... and so adorable..."

Bumblebee grunted in pain as he hit the floor, muttering Cybertronian curses as he looked up at the Decepticon, "You’re despicable..." he growled, “You can’t get somebody among the Decepticons so you have to force it on me...”

"Shall we play a game, my little stupid?" Barricade asked him, still in a good mood despite the insults, "Shall we have some fun? And enjoy ourselves a little?"

"Humph. Like I'm going to enjoy 'playing' with the likes of you," Bumblebee replied in disgust, "Just get your torture over with!"

"You're going to be a lot of fun," Barricade laughed, "I'm glad Megatron gave you to me. Fight all you like though... I would like to watch you do something so pointless..." He started to climb on top of Bumblebee, looking down at him, "You're going to enjoy this," he hissed, "One way or another..."

"Like frag I will," Bumblebee spat, covering up his fear, "You're so pathetic. Raping a chained prisoner like this..." He managed to squirm a little under Barricade's weight, "You are just the lowest of the scum."

"It won't be rape when I'm finished with you," Barricade grinned, "You're going to be begging for it..." He reached down and rubbed a talon gently between Bumblebee's crotch, a very gentle touch that was nonetheless invasive and unwanted, "Maybe not right now... but you will..."

"Oh..." Bumblebee bit his lip, "You fucking pervert," he growled, hating the feeling of being touched in such a way, and also hating the inevitable arousal that came with it.

"Keep fighting it..." Barricade growled, "It lasts longer that way..." He played with Bumblebee's sensitive wheels, smirking, "Fight it all you please..." he kissed Bumblebee again, but more gently this time.

Whining, Bumblebee pulled away as much as he could, trembling in fear and anticipation of what was about to happen. He struggled in his chains as usual but, like before, it was completely fruitless.

Barricade grinned some more. He couldn't help it. Bumblebee was making this so much fun... He started to fumble with the Autobot's remaining crotch plating. Since Bumblebee was far from relaxed, the metal wasn't easy to pry off, and it would probably hurt too.

"N-No! Please..." Bumblebee gave a moan, "D-Don't rape me..." he begged, shaking and suddenly feeling very much afraid. The mech squirmed and struggled in pain as he felt the pain of the crotch plating being removed.

"I told you," Barricade snarled, locating the catches, "You'll like it." The layer of metal was removed, and the port was laid bare, “Whether you want to like it or not.” The bad cop licked his lips and his talons trailed over the bare port.

Bumblebee shuddered, the port remaining closed. But he suppressed the moan of pleasure. This was so wrong... His port was not designed to open unless he was aroused. Forcing it might damage him permanently. They both knew that. Was Barricade simply going to force his way in regardless? He wouldn’t put it past the Decepticon. But giving in, after all his fighting, would be so pointless...

But Barricade didn't want to permanently damage his new pet. So he simply lay down on Bumblebee and started to kiss him, running his talons over sensitive surfaces.

The mech bit his lip and tried to resist the feelings of arousal, closing his eyes and trying to think of Sam and his comrades who fell at the hands of Decepticon monsters just like the one who planned to rape him.

"Nervous?" Barricade kissed Bumblebee again, "Don't be. If I were Starscream... I'd have ripped you right open by now. Just... relax..." he stroked a talon over Bumblebee's closed port.

"It's easy for you to say..." Bumblebee mumbled. He began to groan as his port was stroked, "I - I don't WANT this!" the Autobot whined, slowly growing more and more aroused.

"You will," Barricade smirked with another kiss, "You want it right now... but you deny it. Soon though, you'll be begging for it..."

"Never!" Bumblebee cried out, “Why me?” he asked the Decepticon, shuddering at the touches, “Why is it me you want?!”

"Because," Barricade kissed him with his tongue, "Because you're so... fragging... sexy..."

Bumblebee groaned in despair. Thanks to Barricade’s stroking and kissing, his port was almost aching with pleasure that he didn’t want to feel. It would be a simple matter for Barricade to open it up. More oily tears ran down his metal face as he tried to resist, "N-No... Please..."

"You can't fight it any longer," Barricade smiled, "You want it..." he slid the final cover aside, "You're going to love it... and then you're going to deny loving it... but there's no need to be ashamed..." He started to remove his own crotch plating. It came off much more easily.

Needless to say, Bumblebee was horribly ashamed of how easily Barricade had opened him up. Defensively, he tried his best to squirm out of the way, "N-No... Please..." he begged, his teary eyes meeting with Barricade's.

Barricade smirked, removing the second layer of armour on his own crotch, and slid aside his own port, his interfacing cable slinking out. It wasn't even fully extended yet, and it was large for his build.

Bumblebee laughed in an attempt to belittle the larger Decepticon and hide his fear, "Oh look at you with the little cable," he mocked, "No wonder you need to rape me..."

"That's because it's not full yet," Barricade growled, "It will be... once I've had your mouth on it!" He snarled angrily, grabbing the back of Bumblebee's head.

"Y-You're so pathetic..." the Autobot replied. He tried to move his head around as much as he could to make it hard for the Decepticon.

"If you hadn't insulted me, you wouldn't have to do this, you little stupid!" Barricade forced Bumblebee's mouth onto his cable, "You can lick, or you can suck," he snarled, "But if you fight I'll rip your cable out..."

Bumblebee whimpered at the thought, but desperately and angrily growled. "No way!" he protested, "Why should I touch that horrible thing?"

Barricade landed him a punch in the jaw, "Because right now, I don't need your cable!" he snarled, and grabbed Bumblebee's cable, starting to twist and squeeze, "I can always reattach it later!"

Bumblebee whimpered in pain, and in a sad moment of defeat, moved his head forward and shakily gave Barricade's cable a single, long lick.

"Don't stop," Barricade growled, still holding his toy’s cable, "You're usually so good at using your mouth... it's going to take a lot to persuade me to forget your insults..."

Bumblebee took a part of the cable in his mouth, and ungracefully started to suck slightly. Then, he remembered his position. Now was the perfect opportunity, he thought, as he victoriously clamped his jaws down on the cable. Frag it, he didn't care anymore, maybe this would teach the Decepticon.

Barricade gave a shriek of pain and pulled back, "It seems my little stupid needs to be taught a lesson!" he growled. He snarled again, and gave Bumblebee's cable a sharp twist, ripping it out.

Bumblebee cried out in pain, alarm signals blaring inside his head and forcing him to scream and shriek, "Noooo!" he continued to scream loudly, bashing his own head against the floor on which he was pinned and trying to initiate a reboot.

"And now..." Barricade pushed Bumblebee's cable into a safe place in his armour, "Coming... ready or not," he snarled, and forced his way into Bumblebee's port, which was only half ready for it.

Bumblebee screamed and shook as the cable was forced in and the interface forcefully began. He was constructing firewalls quickly but Barricade was just as quick in tearing them down. Soon, dirty erotic pleasure and pain was flooded all over the Autobot mech's body, who writhed under the weight of the Decepticon above him.

"Take it!" Barricade snarled, "You could have had it nice, but you wanted it rough! Well now you'll take it rough, you Autobot whore!"

"O-Oh please! Barricade! Have mercy!" Bumblebee begged, crying as loud as he possibly could, the place where his cable had been torn off in agonising pain and was bleeding Energon, “Stop! Oh please, stop!”

"Mercy?!" Barricade just thrust harder, "You... a dirty, filthy Autobot... are begging me... an evil, cruel Decepticon for MERCY?!" his talons gripped Bumblebee's shoulders harder, "ARE YOU?! Well beg LOUDER!"

"P-Please!" Bumblebee begged, already weeping, "Oh-Oh dear Primus... please..."

Barricade did not stop his thrusting, but he eased up on the sobbing mech, his thrusts becoming much slower and more gentle, his grip on Bumblebee easing up too, "Is that better, my little stupid?" he asked quietly, before groaning in pleasure, "Is that... better for you?"

"O-Oh... Please..." Bumblebee whined, his body scraping against the cell floor. Struggling was pointless with his hands chained behind his back, and in desperation, he attempted to appeal to Barricade in another way, by kissing him repeatedly, "P-Please stop... I don't want this... p-please..."

“You’re not acting like it,” Barricade growled, still thrusting into him gleefully.

“Please!” Bumblebee wailed, “Please stop! I’m sorry! Please stop!”

"You bit me..." Barricade groaned, his thrusts becoming smoother, "First you insulted me... then you bit me. You will take this... and should I choose... to reattach your cable..." he gave another groan, "You'll give it too..."

"O-Oh... Oh dear Primus..." Bumblebee managed, before descending into a number of moans of pleasure and groans of misery as Barricade did his work on the mech.

"There..." Barricade moaned in pleasure as the pain in his cable eased up, "There... easy... nice and... easy..." he groaned again, "See... It's so much better... when you don't... fight..." He leant forward again, kissing the yellow Autobot briefly with each thrust.

Bumblebee whined and tried to resist, clamping his optics shut, but physically and mentally exhausted as he was, he couldn’t fight the pleasure overcoming the pain, and his body slumped, giving up the fight, at least for now.

Barricade could feel himself almost ready for overload, and his words ceased, while his thrusts sped up. He could tell that it was easier for Bumblebee too. He didn't really care if the Autobot came or not today though; the Camerro had to learn that fighting made it harder.

Bumblebee was just waiting for the rape to end. Just because he had relaxed didn't mean he liked it. The pain had turned into dirty, whorish pleasure. He lay almost still, feeling Barricade’s relentless thrusts in and out of him, crying out with pain and pleasure as their hips slammed together, and the tears of shame ran down his cheeks.

Barricade's thrusts sped up still more, and then he overloaded for a few seconds, slumping onto Bumblebee. But the young mech didn't have the chance to think of fighting back, because it wasn't a particularly powerful overload, and Barricade was sitting back up again, with his cable still in Bumblebee, "Better," he said roughly, "Much better."

Bumblebee looked up at Barricade, his optics only half-open. He hadn't overloaded but he was exhausted, and ashamed, oh so ashamed... "Wh-what are you going to do to me now?” he whispered, “Are you going to... to..?"

Barricade smirked, producing Bumblebee's cable again, "Do you ever want this little thing reattached?" he asked, "Or shall I just throw it out with the other junk?"

"Y-You're going to offline me anyway, aren't you?" Bumblebee found himself instinctively moving away from Barricade as much as the chains allowed, certain that the answer would be yes. Despite his humiliation and imprisonment, the urge to survive was still inside, and he didn’t want to offline just yet.

"Of course not, my little stupid," Barricade laughed, "You belong to me... and only stupid 'cons break their toys. You have a choice... the same choice I’ve already offered you... You can submit to being mine... or you can keep your foolish pride and not belong to anybody – in particular. You are, after all... very beautiful..."

"W-what about my cable?" Bumblebee asked, trying to steer the topic away from a choice of wilful slavery to Barricade or forced slavery to the entire Decepticon base, "A-Are you going to reattach it?"

"Well, since you want it back so badly..." Barricade smirked, and replaced the cable, twisting a few wires together. It would take time to heal fully, though, and for several days Bumblebee would not be able to use it. Almost a shame. He allowed the mech to retract it and close his ports, "You can choose me... or this cell," he said, "And if you choose the cell... you'll get everybody."

"Th-then... I choose... NO!” Bumblebee cried out, his cable in agony, “I won’t choose you! I’d rather this cell, than willingly choose you!” It was stupid. But he didn't want to offer the Decepticon any form of victory. He had lost, but he still had his dignity!

"Fine," Barricade stood up, leaving Bumblebee totally exposed, "You’re not really... thinking straight right now, so I’ll give you a few days to rethink your answer. You might get a visit or two from the other Decepticons though... And I believe Starscream is into BDSM... he loves power..." The mech exited the cell and slammed the door behind him, then gave Bumblebee a cocky wave through the bars. Bumblebee realised that Barricade was not much older than he was.

Bumblebee watched Barricade strut away, then huddled up, and began to sob, incapable of holding it back any longer, "P-Primus... Somebody... anybody... please help me."

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Me: Wow but this is gonna be so PWP. Holy shit, it’s SO PWP that I’m actually taking requests for what to do with the pairings given. I cannot PROMISE I’ll include them. Besides, I have several chapters written already. All suggestions should go in reviews.

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