You Lost

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You Lost

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: Bugger! I’ve been SO preoccupied lately! I really do need to think more about the important things. But at least I can keep on moving.

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Chapter Three: Can’t Be Alone

Energon bled from Bumblebee’s exhaust and body, and he whimpered, much of his inner circuitry torn up by Starscream’s savage rape. He hurt so bad... it was so dark and cold... he NEEDED someone else there... somebody to protect him... to heal his injuries... He NEEDED Barricade. Shaking his head as he thought that, he began to weep. Sobbing, he scanned the darkness of the cell desperately for something... an indication of someone there; that the cell wasn’t empty of nothing but pain. There was nothing.

Eventually he swallowed his pride. "BARRICADE!" he cried out, his words echoing from the walls. Seeing as the cells were soundproofed, there was no way he could make Barricade hear him for certain. Nobody was going to come, and he knew it. Another hour passed.

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When the door finally opened, the sudden light almost blinded Bumblebee. A figure was silhouetted in the doorway, and he couldn't see who it was, "Barricade?!" Bumblebee struggled to sit, straining his optics, "Is that you?"

There was a silence, as the shape stepped forward, but then a low voice hissed, "Don't you look sweet and helpless... but what if I were to just walk away... and leave you again... bleeding out like a wretched little prostidroid..."

“No...” Bumblebee whimpered, still unable to rise, “I hurt... I hurt... Please... I hurt...” It was all he could think of right now.

“Poor little sparkling...” Barricade smirked and stepped forward. He trailed a hand over Bumblebee’s crotch, “Oh, Starscream tore you up bad... You want for me to kiss it better?”

Bumblebee managed a hateful glare at Barricade, despite the pain, “It hurts...” he managed to whimper, “I... I’ll...” He struggled in his chains briefly, “Please...” He wasn’t even sure of what he was begging for.

Barricade stroked Bumblebee's cheek, "Aw, sweetie," he leered, "You look so cute, struggling there..."

Bumblebee shuddered, his head drooping, "Wh-What are you going to do to me?" The idea of being interfaced with again terrified him. He already hurt so much... But anything was better than having Starscream’s cable tearing him up inside. Even having Barricade’s cable tearing him up.

"Who said I was going to do anything? Maybe I’ll just leave again..." Barricade settled down by Bumblebee, running his tongue over the mech's lips, "Oh, but you taste good..." he hissed in the Autobot's audio.

Bumblebee slowly parted his lips, but as soon as he realised what he was doing he quickly closed them. Barricade wasn't going to get him that easily.

Barricade chuckled, stroking Bumblebee lightly, reaching around the mech and stroking his aft, but not putting his fingers in, “Oh, I’d just love to give you a good ‘face right now,” he smirked, “But you’re pretty torn up... and I don’t want to break my toy...”

Bumblebee was stunned. Was Barricade actually showing concern for him? Of course not. He just wanted his toy to remain functional, “I... I hate you,” he whispered wretchedly.

“Of course you do,” Barricade stroked between Bumblebee’s thighs, feeling the dried energon there, “But you’ll grow to love me, I’m sure...” His hand played slowly with Bumblebee’s exposed and tender cable.

"Oooh..." Bumblebee groaned in forced pleasure as the fingers were pushed into him. "Barricade... Don’t make me... D-Do you want me to...? Oh, don’t make me..." He shivered slightly.

“I’m your Master now...” Barricade smirked, “You are no longer free. You are a slave to me. I own you. You are mine to do with as I please. Call me Master...”

Bumblebee groaned in pleasure and frustration at his inability to find the strength to fight, “You’re not my Master...” he gave a sob.

“Ah, but I will take good care of my pet,” Barricade kissed him lightly on the neck, “You hurt... you’ve admitted it yourself. I can leave you here, and other mechs can come in and out as they please, and tear you up until you’re screaming even when they’re not touching you...” he felt Bumblebee give a shudder, “Or you can call me Master... and I’ll let you heal, and keep you clean, and keep you all to myself. Just me... Oh, I’m a selfish bastard, aren’t I?”

Bumblebee couldn’t bear the idea of being shared around. He couldn’t... he just couldn’t take that again without going insane, "M-Master..." He began to sob as he spread his legs a little wider. Even that was painful to his crotch. He had gone so far...Only to fail. He was such a failure to Prime and the rest of the Autobots. He deserved to be a Decepticon's bitch.

Still playing with Bumblebee's ass, Barricade leant forward, climbing on top of the smaller mech. He reached around, unlocking the chains that bound Bumblebee so tightly, and started to push him down to the floor, pinning him down, "Stay down," Barricade pushed him back down and, smiling and still pressing his hands down on Bumblebee's chassis, leant forward and started to lick at his crotch.

Bumblebee moaned as he did so, cleaning off dried Energon and warming him slightly, "M-Master...Wh-Why are you being nice to me?" He tried to struggle. "You're going to hurt me, aren't you?" He whimpered in fear.

"You're my toy, my slave, my pet," Barricade looked up at Bumblebee again, "I own you. But I don’t feel like breaking the things that belong to me right now..." he ran a finger down the inside of the yellow mech's thigh.

"P-Please don't hurt me today, Master...Please..." Bumblebee begged. "What am I saying? Why am I so..." He thought out loud. "I'm supposed to HATE you... but..." The Camerro shuddered.

"So what? Do I look like I really care whether you want me or not?" Barricade laughed, "What difference would it make, anyway? Would you suddenly be allowed to go free or something? Ha!"

Bumblebee whimpered. "S-So you don't want me..." He slowly fell limp. "I'm... I'm ugly and worthless..." He felt sad, almost as if he WANTED the Decepticon to want him. His mind was full of rubbish, he couldn't think straight, one side of him was telling him he wanted Barricade, and one side was beating the crap out of him for giving up so easily.

"Don't be silly like that," Barricade fingered Bumblebee's crotch again, "Of course I want you. I just don't care if you want me. Much." He took great handfuls of the Autobot's body, and squeezed gently - far more gently than before, "But it looks like my toy is having trouble fighting his hormones. As each day passes, you belong more and more to me. Your words prove it."

"N-No... I don't belong to - I don't want-Ugh!" Bumblebee threw his head back, thinking of what to say. "That feels so good..." He moaned. "I-I think I want... NO!" He screamed, beginning to struggle again. "I WON'T give in to you... no..."

Barricade laughed out loud, as if watching Bumblebee flick between pleading for more and pleading for it to end was the funniest thing in the world, "Who wants a cuddle?" he smirked and wrapped his arms around the mech, sucking lightly on the Camerro's neck, “I’d take you whether you wanted me to or not... And you know that...”

“I know...” Bumblebee shuddered. Barricade was playing nice at the moment, but he would rape the yellow Autobot to get what he wanted, whether it tore him right up again or not.

“But we’ll both get more out of this, if you submit, nice and easy,” Barricade kissed his pet’s neck again, “You could spite me, and continue to fight it... but you’d just make it harder on yourself. Why not give in now?”

“It’s... wrong...” Bumblebee wept, “You hurt the humans... you hurt my friends... you hurt me... I won’t ever love you!”

"Oh, but you love this feeling... you want more of it..." Barricade murmured, his mouth full of Bumblebee. Squeezing and licking and stroking, it could have been interpreted as an aggressive form of affection... if it hadn't been forced on the Autobot while he was in a cell.

Bumblebee fell limp. Barricade was right. He was so terrified of the other Decepticons, that he would submit to Barricade’s more gentle touch, "It's... it's so wrong... I don't want to... I'm failing my comrades..." he said, almost as if Barricade wasn’t there, "Why do I feel like this?"

"You belong to me," Barricade pushed his hips forward, rubbing them against Bumblebee’s exposed port, "You don't have a choice," he kissed the Camerro's lips again, “But as long as I enjoy you, I will protect you from the others...”

Bumblebee looked up into Barricade's red optics, groaning in pleasure as Barricade rubbed against him, but yet... but yet did not enter his torn up port or exhaust. He groaned again at his submission, but also at the arousal derived from the press of his hips. This time though, he managed not to speak.

“So quiet yourself down now...” Barricade smiled eerily, "But I want to enjoy you. Why else would I unchain you? Unless you were to be taken for execution..." he laughed wickedly.

"Y-You're going to offline me?" Bumblebee asked, whimpering and trying to pull away. Though he had suffered, he did not yet wish he was offline, "N-no... No... please..."

"No... not just yet..." Barricade continued to rub his hips against Bumblebee, his sharp talons stroking gently against the mech, his lips moving hard and passionately against his toy, his body weighing him down, “Understand this...” his voice was like thick grease, “The better you behave... the better I will treat you. Because I am your master.”

Bumblebee felt himself giving up in desperation, "You are my Master..." he whimpered, "D-Do what you will... Please..." he groaned, “Just... please... protect me...”

“I will protect you from all others,” Barricade agreed, and traced his talons lightly against his slave’s thighs, his voice shaking with delight at Bumblebee’s submission, “I will refuel you, and repair your injuries, and give you pleasure, rather than pain... Because you are mine.”

“I am yours,” Bumblebee almost wept at the combination of pleasure and shame, “I am yours...”

“I will play with only you,” Barricade’s hips bucked, armoured as they still were, because he was so aroused by the words and touch of his slave, “I will take my pleasure from you, and only from you, when I demand it and in whatever way I choose. This I promise you. Because you are my toy.”

Bumblebee didn’t understand why Barricade was so insistent on using only him, but he was in no position to ask questions, “I am your toy...” he moaned. The slow friction of his master’s body – NO! No, Barricade’s body, was arousing and gentle against his aching body, and he wanted more, “Your toy... play with me...”

Barricade stood up again, this time with his arms holding Bumblebee against him, "It's almost a shame that you're breaking," he smirked, still rubbing up against his new toy.

"Why? Y-You can enjoy me more, can't you?" Bumblebee asked, worried, "I - I want you, Master... Please... Don’t leave me alone here..."

"I could just take you to my room, and tie you up there," Barricade answered, "But that's just too easy, sweet-spark."

"T-Too easy? What do you mean, Master?" Bumblebee kissed Barricade on the cheek. "C-Can't we go to your room? I won’t fight you..."

"Half of the fun is in breaking you..." Barricade continued to thrust his hips, "And yet the other half of the fun is in how hard it is to make you all mine..."

"Master... Make me yours... I AM yours... Please... You don’t need to break me, I’ll be all yours," Bumblebee begged, slowly licking the chassis of the Decepticon, "Just don’t hurt me..."

"I haven't decided yet..." Barricade nuzzled Bumblebee gently, "Just how much you shall be mine. And maybe I want a little bit of you staying free. Because there's nothing of you I want if I can have it all..."

"B-But... Master..." Bumblebee whined. "I WANT to be all yours..."

Barricade slapped him mockingly, "Very well," he smirked, "I can play it that way too," he threw Bumblebee to the floor.

Bumblebee cried out in pain, "M-Master... Did I do something wrong?" Moving back up to a kneeling position, he knelt obediently at the Decepticon's feet.

"No... but I suspect you will," Barricade pushed Bumblebee onto his back with a foot, "I'm in control here," he smiled thinly, "If I say you stay in this cold, dark cell, all alone, you will. But if I change my mind..." he reached inside his own chassis and pulled out a cube of Energon, "And choose to be nice. A little," he put the cube on the floor, "Anything is possible."

"M-Master...is that cube for me?" Bumblebee asked obediently.

"Yes," Barricade sneered somewhat, "Would I really bring it in here and leave it here, and yet not allow you to use it? I'm not that mean," he laughed.

Bumblebee looked towards it. "M-May I take it, Master?" he asked, crouching down. Suddenly he realised what he was doing, "WHAT THE PIT?! WHAT AM I DOING?!" He growled and tried to push Barricade's foot off of his chest.

"Better," Barricade smiled nastily, "Slightly better," he tilted Bumblebee's chin up with a finger.

"Y-You... scum..." Bumblebee growled, biting at the finger. "I was going to submit to YOU?!" With a mighty effort, Bumblebee managed to knock Barricade's foot off, with a quick movement, he tripped the Decepticon to the ground, giving him a swift kick in the crotch before making a break for the door.

Barricade leapt at Bumblebee, knocking him back down to the floor, pinning him down, "Well, see what you're trying again," he smiled, and turned. Bumblebee's scramble for the door had knocked over the cube, and spilt it all over the floor, "Oh dear me," he stroked the Autobot's neck, "Looks like dinner's all gone..."

"N-No..." Bumblebee cried, still reaching for the door. "I-I'm so close..." He struggled as hard as he could.

"But not close enough," Barricade dragged his claw down Bumblebee, making a thin grey line in the paint, sitting heavily on his back and pinning his shoulders with his own knees, “Bad, bad, Bumblebee...”

"Barricade... Will you... one day... will you have me killed?" Bumblebee asked, trying to look up, "Tell me in honesty... please..."

"But if I tell you, then you might find that I lied," Barricade looked down, "You're staying here. At least until you learn your place...”

He took his hungry, trapped slave’s face in one hand, before he bent forward and pressed his lips against those of his pet. It was not a kind kiss... but at least it didn’t draw pain. Bumblebee gave another soft sob as he lay there, with no choice but to take it.

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Me: Bumblebee’s still fighting... but he’s really close! Having no comfort but your owner doesn’t make you inclined to resist. Will Bumblebee finally give in next chapter? Or will he resist some more? Read, review, and if you’ve got anything you particularly want to see added to the concept of this story, you can always suggest it.