It's Personal
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Category:
S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,648
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own Transformers, and no profit was made from this story.
It's Personal
Barricade grinned as Sam coughed again, this time little flecks of blood sprinkling his lips. He marveled at how easily humans lost their life source.
Sam weakly stammered out some nonsense about letting him go. Barricade laughed. "And why would I let you go?" So much planning, so much scheming, went into Megatron's plots to destroy Earth, but a simple recording of a cry for help was all it took to get Sam away from people. And he had hours to play with the little fleshy boy.
Not that Sam had hours to live, considering Barricade's plan.
Only Bumblebee should have been able to help him, but the little yellow mech was hundreds of feet below them, parked on the street. Sam had entered the building to attend to some mundane task and been sidetracked by the sound of a small child crying for help. He'd run down the hall towards the voice and boldly run into the room where the "child" was.
That's when Barricade hit him, sending him crashing into a table.
Many slaps, kicks, and curses later, Barricade knelt next to Sam, who was breathing raggedly.
"I suppose you wonder why I'm doing this," he said matter-of-factly. Sam didn't say anything, so he continued, "It's because I'm curious. I'm curious as to what will hurt you. I want to see your reactions to stimuli that just wouldn't be as amusing if someone else did them. Call me a scientist, if you will."
Sam glared at Barricade. "You're a sick kind of scientist. Kill me if you want, but the Autobots will get you in the end."
Ah, the weak-yet-brave threat. Barricade suspected it would come eventually. He shrugged and smiled cruelly.
"I'll be waiting. Until then, though, I'll be doing other things." With that, he picked Sam up by the back of his shirt and tossed him onto a table, rolling him onto his stomach. Sam was bent over the table at his waist. Retrieving duct tape he'd stolen from a storage room from his pocket, he ripped off a length of it and taped Sam's mouth. Filled with new terror, Sam struggled under Barricade's weight, but eventually his hands were taped together behind his back.
Laughing quietly, Barricade tugged down Sam's jeans and boxers with one hand while he unzipped his own pants. His erection, which had been specifically scanned from a porn actor's, had grown to an almost unnatural size. Barricade eyed Sam's compartively tiny entrance and imagined what was about to happen.
"This experiement is about finding out what raping someone I hate feels like," he said, loving the way the words sounded. He put the tip of his swollen organ at Sam's opening and shoved.
Even with the duct tape, Sam's scream was loud. He jerked violently and tried desperately to push Barricade off him. Barricade merely held Sam down with one hand while the other squeezed Sam's ass hard enough to leave a bruise. He pounded in and out of Sam, loving the screams and tears his movements elicited. He thrusted even harder, sawing Sam's rectum with more pleasure than he'd thought he feel. He noticed, with great relish, that the thrusting was much smoother now, and that his penis was covered with blood.
He decided then and there that he'd rape again, as much as possible. Bumblebee's holoform was the first thing to pop into his mind, but that was a pipe dream. He'd have to settle for Mikeala.
Sam was moaning into his duct tape, though nobody would mistake the noise for pleasure. Sensing Sam's iminent unconsciousness, Barricade slammed one final thrust into Sam and pulled out for good. Blood trickled down Sam's legs.
Barricade smeared some of the blood onto his hand, and licked it for good measure. He zipped his fly and pulled up the now-fainted Sam's pants. He could hear Bumblebee's holoform on the other side of the building, calling for Sam. Bee had probably heard one of Sam's screams and been alerted to danger.
Barricade sat on the table, positioning Sam's limp body so that it looked like he was sleeping in Barricade's lap. Twisted, ironic, and the perfect shield.
Sure enough, a blond, blue-eyed young man--Bumblebee's holoform--burst into the room and froze immediately. Barricade smiled.
Things were about to get interesting.
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Sam weakly stammered out some nonsense about letting him go. Barricade laughed. "And why would I let you go?" So much planning, so much scheming, went into Megatron's plots to destroy Earth, but a simple recording of a cry for help was all it took to get Sam away from people. And he had hours to play with the little fleshy boy.
Not that Sam had hours to live, considering Barricade's plan.
Only Bumblebee should have been able to help him, but the little yellow mech was hundreds of feet below them, parked on the street. Sam had entered the building to attend to some mundane task and been sidetracked by the sound of a small child crying for help. He'd run down the hall towards the voice and boldly run into the room where the "child" was.
That's when Barricade hit him, sending him crashing into a table.
Many slaps, kicks, and curses later, Barricade knelt next to Sam, who was breathing raggedly.
"I suppose you wonder why I'm doing this," he said matter-of-factly. Sam didn't say anything, so he continued, "It's because I'm curious. I'm curious as to what will hurt you. I want to see your reactions to stimuli that just wouldn't be as amusing if someone else did them. Call me a scientist, if you will."
Sam glared at Barricade. "You're a sick kind of scientist. Kill me if you want, but the Autobots will get you in the end."
Ah, the weak-yet-brave threat. Barricade suspected it would come eventually. He shrugged and smiled cruelly.
"I'll be waiting. Until then, though, I'll be doing other things." With that, he picked Sam up by the back of his shirt and tossed him onto a table, rolling him onto his stomach. Sam was bent over the table at his waist. Retrieving duct tape he'd stolen from a storage room from his pocket, he ripped off a length of it and taped Sam's mouth. Filled with new terror, Sam struggled under Barricade's weight, but eventually his hands were taped together behind his back.
Laughing quietly, Barricade tugged down Sam's jeans and boxers with one hand while he unzipped his own pants. His erection, which had been specifically scanned from a porn actor's, had grown to an almost unnatural size. Barricade eyed Sam's compartively tiny entrance and imagined what was about to happen.
"This experiement is about finding out what raping someone I hate feels like," he said, loving the way the words sounded. He put the tip of his swollen organ at Sam's opening and shoved.
Even with the duct tape, Sam's scream was loud. He jerked violently and tried desperately to push Barricade off him. Barricade merely held Sam down with one hand while the other squeezed Sam's ass hard enough to leave a bruise. He pounded in and out of Sam, loving the screams and tears his movements elicited. He thrusted even harder, sawing Sam's rectum with more pleasure than he'd thought he feel. He noticed, with great relish, that the thrusting was much smoother now, and that his penis was covered with blood.
He decided then and there that he'd rape again, as much as possible. Bumblebee's holoform was the first thing to pop into his mind, but that was a pipe dream. He'd have to settle for Mikeala.
Sam was moaning into his duct tape, though nobody would mistake the noise for pleasure. Sensing Sam's iminent unconsciousness, Barricade slammed one final thrust into Sam and pulled out for good. Blood trickled down Sam's legs.
Barricade smeared some of the blood onto his hand, and licked it for good measure. He zipped his fly and pulled up the now-fainted Sam's pants. He could hear Bumblebee's holoform on the other side of the building, calling for Sam. Bee had probably heard one of Sam's screams and been alerted to danger.
Barricade sat on the table, positioning Sam's limp body so that it looked like he was sleeping in Barricade's lap. Twisted, ironic, and the perfect shield.
Sure enough, a blond, blue-eyed young man--Bumblebee's holoform--burst into the room and froze immediately. Barricade smiled.
Things were about to get interesting.
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