A Glitch in Time

Ship Hinted
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Ship, er, Rape Serviced
Scourge x Swindle

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“ This item is useless to me now," Megatron spoke softly, but with a sternness that made it seem louder than any bot Swindle had heard. The Decepticon leader just tossed the time machine aside. Swindle scrambled to catch it. The controller took a few tumbles around the merchant bot's fingers before he clumsily caught it. Megatron's voice was colder than usual, "Can't you see we've already won the war? This is useless, utterly useless."

"But Megatron baby," Swindle started his spiel, "You still have rebels in your way and spies in your ranks. With a simple zip into the past you can wipe out all the Autobots from existence! Rule four milion stellar cycles already! Rebuild Cybertron to the utopia you always wanted!"

"What is in it for you Swindle?" Megatron's voice was filled with suspicion, "What is the point of selling this device to me if the credits I give for it disappear when I change time?"

"I am well prepared for that as well!" the merchant bot then pointed to a strange red metal mod on his 'belt.' It stuck out from his normal purple and yellow colors, "Its not very stylish but it keeps a backup so when time changes I will still have my memories and credits. I can sell you a few of these units too. They're pricing is up for discussion."

"Are you saying I can't handle the Autobot rebels," Megatron stood from the command chair of the ship. His attitude suddenly changed from being interested into looking accusingly at Swindle, "that I am so weak as to have a need to cheat destiny?"

"No no no....!" Swindle was surprised by Megatron's sudden change in reaction. The Decepticon leader Swindle knew would be annoyed by useless items offered for sale. However, Megatron would still humor the merchant bot, not wanting to get rid of the contact for when the purple mech had a useful item.

This was not the professional businessman Swindle knew. Megatron had twisted the offer into a negative insult. Despite this, Swindle did not cower as Megatron took a step closer to him. The merchant bot then thought back to seeing their leader exiling Lugnut. Swindle was no detective bot, yet he felt something was amiss.

"I'm not saying that at all!" Swindle smiled the best he could without showing his nervousness, " seems I've come at a bad time."

The purple bot started to the exit. He was blocked by Blitzwing. Megatron had directed him with a hand gesture that said not to let the merchant bot leave.

"What do you plan to do now then?" Megatron spoke softly. Swindle could hear the Deception leader's footsteps behind him approaching. Swindle turned around to face the much larger gray bot. He still smiled and talked as though nothing was wrong.

"Little ole me? I'll be going back to my time and not getting in your way. I'll be better use to you selling weapons to you there," said Swindle, glad he didn't tell Megatron that the scaredy seeker was needed. He was sure the need to bring an enemy to the past would make Megatron's mood even worse.

The Decepticon leader towered over the merch bot. Swindle had always been a smaller sized Decepticon, must how Bee was a smaller Autobot. What Swindle lacked in height he made up for in weapons and mods. He pondered the consequences of pointing said weapons at Megatron.

"Hmph, You have been more harm than help today," Megatron stared down at the purple bot, "The reason we are winning this war is because the Autobot's lack that accursed Key. Now you brought THEM with it," said Megatron as Swindle quickly calculated an apology and an excuse to say. Perhaps he could offer to get the Key for them, for a price of course.

"I'm sorry there Megs. You know you are my favorite customer. Perhaps I could-" Swindle's words were interrupted as the Decepticon leader talked over him.

"Swindle, for one that bears the Decepticon symbol it is unusual for your optics to be violet," Megatron spoke still at his soft but intimidating tone. Swindle was confused by this statement. His optic color was that more common to a neutral bot. The purple bot was perplexed as to why that suddenly mattered. Decepticons were usually accepting of 'different' mechs. From Blitzwing's messed up spark to Black Arachina's half organic body. If you pledged allegiance to Megatron it did not matter.

There was an Earth term that most bots did not know. Swindle and Megatron were included in this lack of knowledge. The Decepticons thoughts and previous actions on neutral bots fit the definition: ethinc cleansing.

"I am certain our 'friends' from the past will be looking for your time device, and maybe even you. When they come for it I will get their precious Key. Blitzwing, seize the time machine," command Megatron. Swindle now knew things weren't going his way. He did not want to ruin his business by pulling a weapon on the Decepticon leader. Always with business on his mind, he thought ahead to when he would get out of this mess.

He could contact Starscream. Even though he enraged the bot by taking Skywarp, the old seeker would still listen to the merchant's time travel offer. The short Decepticon pulled his time device behind him. With the device out of Blitzwing's grasp for the moment, he brought up his shield and weapons.

"Now now now.... This is your last change to take up on this once in a lifetime offer," warned Swindle. He was a Decepticon in the sense that he wanted Megatron to purchase the time machine from him. He really couldn't imagine a future where Starscream ruled.

"You are losing your touch. I have admired you in the past for your intelligence and wits. But you have made several fatal errors today," Megatron's voice then became lower. He leaned down to have his face as close to Swindle's as the shield would allow, "Your mods are roughly four hundred stellar cycles out of date."

Swindle opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a change of energy through his system. His sensors did not pick up the bot behind him. The all black mech seemed to melt out of the shadows behind the merchant. Megatron and Blitzwing did not say a word. The shadowed bot's hands reached through Swindle's force field. It gave a shock to Swindle and the silent bot. Swindle whipped around to point his weapons at the intruder.

Without hesitation the shadowed bot grabbed on Swindle's pointed arm and pulled the much smaller bot close. It made it impossible to fire on the target, for now he was too close. Swindle always had another trick up his servo. A status lock blade came out from the palm of Swindle's grabbed arm. He went to stab the assailant with it. The shadowed bot stayed calm. In a split second he pulled the arm with such a force that it ripped clean off. Swindle was frozen in a moment of surprise. Wires and metal separated like nothing. His processors couldn't even register the pain right away.

The figure in the shadows leaned in to show his face to the smaller bot. The attacker looked much like Optimus Prime despite his height being a head shorter than Megatron. His casing was not red and blue, but black and shades of gray. His mouth was large. It almost ran from one side of this cheeks to the other. When he smiled it showed his sharp teeth. They were all lined up nicely like a bladed zipper.

Swindle's still attached hand held the time device. He used a finger from the same hand to push on his shield generator as he took a step back from the menace. He hit the button to have his shield overload. The dark bot was paralyzed by the electricity, but only for a moment. The dar bot's hand shook with strain but still moved fast to grab the shield device. He yanked at it hard. It did not come off as easily as he thought.

Swindle had another defense. This one was shock just from physical contact from the attacker. The sparks from the merchant's shield and his chassis made for quite a lights show. Megatron and Blitzwing watched from their short distance away. They did not lift a servo. They knew their teammate could handle the small purple bot.

The dark bot was now incredibly slowed down by the current double shock of energy. His movement was very slow and shaking as he tried to reach for Swindle's neck. Energon and oil started to bleed from where Swindle's arm used to connect.

"Ah," Blitzwing started to interrupt with his Icy form speaking, "This seems like a good time to note that exposed energon being near an overload of energy at that magnitude is not good for either of them."

"Scourge has survived worse," replied Megatron as he watched the special. As the dark bot's free hand reached for Swindles neck the purple bot stepped out of the way.

Scourge still clutched the ripped off arm in his other hand. He turned it around and thrusted the stasis lock blade into Swindle's 'belt' side. The merch bot stumbled back a few steps at the hit but did not go into stasis lock. He had a mod to inhibit the effects of stasis cuffs. Luckily it seemed to work in this case too. However, it would eventually give in.

Swindle now was backed up enough to fire most of his lasers while pulled his own arm out of his side. Energon dripped on the floor from both his shoulder and severed arm. Scourge did not show any sign of being effected by the laser fire. He silently walked towards the purple bot. Swindle found himself by the doorway out of the command room. He rushed to the escape route but only found himself slipping forward. The triple changer had fred ice under Swindle's feet.

Scourge did not speak a word as he glared at Blitzwing for interfering. The black armored bot rarely spoke, leaving his optics to converse for him. Blitzwing's Icy was about to speak but Hothead started instead.

"You were drawing it out way too long! Just crush him!" Hothead yelled. Scourge then narrowed his optics at the triple changer before turning his attention back to his victim. Swindle's shield was down as he struggled to stand from the icy ground. The stasis lock was kicking in before he could make his escape.

"Yo-you'll never do business in this quadrant ever again!" Swindle stumbled out. It was a nonsensical threat but his programming had to have him say it. The bot found himself unable to move soon afterward. Scourge snatched the time device from Swindle's still attached hand and gave it to Megatron.

"Take him to a cell. And please," the leader of the Decepticons paosed a moment for dramatic effect, "Don't be too rough with him. I may need him alive later."

Scourge made a noise that could only be described as a snort of confirmation that he had heard his leader's orders. The dark bot flung Swindle over his shoulder and carried him down the hall. Swindle's upper body was over Scourge's back shoulder. He was very uncomfortable with his current predicament.

The merch bot knew the frustration of not being able to move all too well. The one thing he could be glad for was being in bot mode. he would not be able to stand being frozen in vehicle mode again.

"How about we make a deal, hmm?" started Swindle even though he didn't receive a response, "What is it you need? Credits? Rare mods? Or maybe you'd like to use that little ole time machine for your own needs?" offered Swindle with a slight smirk.

The bot gave no response. Scourge then pulled Swindle off his shoulder and slammed him by his legs onto the ground. The merchant bot landed on his aft and back at a hard force. He let out a grunt of pain as the dark bot stood over him.

"Too loyal to your job to take an offer? I understand completely. If you feel you don't need extra help with keeping your job secure then more power to you," Swindle started a spiel, "Though, I can't help but wonder if Lugnut felt his job was secure too. Its a shame those Autobots got away from him....."

Scourge said nothing and loomed over the purple bot. Swindle started to feel a sense of dread run over his processors. With all his defense and enhancing mods he pondered how much damage he could survive. The dark bot threw Swindle's arm into his chest, causing it to leave cracks in the glass. Swindle erghed at the pain but still didn't give up.

"How about, you don't have to worry about freeing me. I can contact some of my sources from here, get you what ever mods you want, and all you have to do is not nearly scrap me right now? How’s that deal?" Swindle asked, still being a salesman in every circuit.

Scourge let out a low chuckle. It was one that didn't require him to open his mouth. He kicked Swindle across the cell. The purple bot slide on his back till he hit the wall. The dark bot was not interested in bribes at all. However, Swindle was not out of tricks.

Like any stasis lock, Swindle did have some limited movement with his head. Stasis lock did not prevent a bot from talking. This lead to a flaw of allowing the captured bot to swivel his neck. Swindle moved his neck to hit the back of his head hard against the wall. With that move he activated a mod placed under panels on the back of his head. The mod placed there shocked him out of stasis lock. It was a moments pain, but it did the trick. He pretended to remain limp so Scourge would step closer. Once the black bot was clear for the cell door Swindle planned to make a run for it.

Scourge stepped up to the merch bot and lifted him up by his neck. While a robot could not be chocked from air as a human, the act still received the same reaction. Some bot models could be decapitated with no reaction while others contained important vitals in their necks. Swindle was a bot that relied on his voice. A lot of wires and circuits resided there. Swindle winced and grunted at the pressure put on his delicate neck panels.

He did not yet give away that he could move. He kept limp as he hoped the dark bot did not decide to crush his neck right then. Scourges hand became slightly tighter as he held Swindle higher up. He looked over the small Decepticon and smirked. He knew this bot would be fun to take apart. . The merch bot gave the attacker the feeling that he was defeated. Swindle waited until the right moment. He let out a struggled whimper that made Scourge grin.

Swindle saw the opening he was waiting for. From the point he was lifted up to allowed Scourge's side to be exposed. Swindle then gave a sudden kick to Scourge's side. It was a soft spot on almost any model of bot. The tyrant grunted to the kick. The dark bot then threw Swindle hard on the floor. It shattered what was left of the shoulder his arm used to be. It also left quite a dent in the floor.

Despite the throw, the purple bot scrambled up quickly to rush out the hall. He thought to grab his arm but it was too late now. Suddenly a grappling hook rope wrapped around his torso and arm. It then tugged him down to his knees. Scourge then started to reel in the grappling hook. Swindle dragged across the hallway floor as he struggled for his life to get out. Scourge smirked, feeling the smaller bot was out of tricks.

The merchant bot had all his weapons appear even though they were useless moments earlier. Swindle shot it off at the highest setting. It still had no effect on the monster looking Optimus. Scourge still held his smirk. With one final yank he pulled Swindle close to him. The smaller bot still laid on the floor with Scourge looking over him. Swindle struggled to get his arms free.

Scourge just watched him struggle. He showed no rush in putting Swindle back in the cell. It was as though he was waiting to see the visual cues of Swindle giving up. Swindle still kept up with his desperate attempted to get loose. The large dark bot seemed to get bored with waiting. He placed a hand around each of Swindle's more delicate shoulder cannons and ripped them off.

An electric shock went through Scourge's frame as he did so. Swindle now had a smirk of his own as he used his legs to scoot his body away from his attacker. The smaller Decepticon was proving to have a booby trapped body. Scourge recovered as Swindle was loosing the ropes around himself.

The next thing the merchant bot saw was a recovered Scourge descending down on him. The dark bot picked up Swindle by the waist and smashed his back into the nearest cell door. The smaller bot struggled and pressed his feet into the larger bot's sides. Scourge was shocked again by a pulse from the smaller bot's feet. Despite the fact smoke came from his sharp toothed mouth, his glare and smirk still focused on Swindle. Scourge did not let go of the smaller bot despite the pain he was in.

Swindle struggled against the wall he was being held on. He fold up his legs and pressed them against Scourge's stomach. He gave his legs a strong push to knock the larger bot away. The bot did not give way at all. He grabbed the sides of Swindles legs and made them spread wider. Scourge then thrusted his own body up against the merchant bot. He had the smaller bot pinned against the wall with his own weight.

"Out of tricks?" the dark bot said softly. Swindle recognized the voice but couldn't place where. He had so many customers as far back as the Great War. It could be any of a million mechs. Scourge opened the door he had been smashing the small bot on. He then promptly threw Swindle in the cell. The throw was hard against the cell wall. It caused another dent on Swindle's already crushed back.

The merch bot hissed at the pain and glared at Scourge for the comment. Scourge stepped into the cell and left the door open. It was only him between Swindle and the door. He kept the door open to mock the merchant bot. Scourge was certain to make it so Swindle would not be able to run out of the cell again.

Swindle gripped his one hand onto the wall to lift himself up. There wasn't much more fight in him physically, but he knew staying on the ground would be no help. Scourge grabbed the intact arm the smaller bot was using to support himself. He contemplated a moment ripping that arm too. The dark bot's free hand gripped the side of Swindle's waist, making sure to leave finger shaped dents in it.

Scourge decided to leave Swindle one arm. It was fun to see remaining limbs try to struggle hopelessly as he had his way. He still tugged on the arm hard to loosen some wires. Swindle grunted and tried to twist out of the grasp on his waist. He felt the headlight on that side of his waist grill crack. Scourge allowed a little leeway for squirming, only for him to pull Swindle's body back and slam it hard against his own chassis.

The dark bot watched Swindle's purple optics. Scourge waited for the moment it dawned on the smaller bot that he wanted more than just to tear him apart. The dark bot liked to break bot's emotional sparks as much as he liked breaking their bodies. He did not get the usual helpless look from the smaller bot. Instead, Swindle smirked as though this information gave him new control over the situation.

"Oh please, you're not the first," Swindle said softly with his smirk. He then laughed in his would be rapers face. Scourge's sharped tooth grin changed to a look of complete enragement. He tore at Swindle's side, ripping off the mustard armor that was attached. He dropped the chunk of plating while releasing Swindle's arm. With a hard shoved he knocked Swindle to the ground. The merchant bot was infuriating him by not showing fear anymore.

"Though I have to say, the tearing apart gimmick is a bit unique, so I'll give you an eight out of ten," Swindle said so calmly. His processors understood this game well. His meta was no longer in a panic of what to do next. This was something the small Decepticon understood. He knew his relaxed nature about it would only aggravate his assailant more, "I can just powerdown and you can have your way with my offline body, or do you prefer some helpless screaming?"

Scourge kicked the blabbing merch bot. Swindle's exhausted body took the hit. There was a silent pause in the cell as Swindle lifted himself up to standing again. Swindle was always the negotiator. Finally this 'customer' have given away what he needed. They were on even ground now.

"So, hows about we negotiate?" Swindle still smirked. Despite his broken body he was able to take a few seductive steps towards his attacker. A few sparks spat from his lacking armor side, "Whats your motivation right now, hm? Letting out your anger at the boss on a weak bot like me? Or is it you miss a long lost sparkbond and have some sexual tension you need to release?"

He heard his would be raper's fans click softly. Something Swindle had said made the dark bot heat up somewhere. Swindle toned his smirk down, now not wanting to agitated Scourge. At least, not in the current way he had been earlier. He gently ran his intact hand down the side of Scourge's face, "So, what'll it be?"

The dark bot paused at the touch the smaller bot gave. Swindle was expecting a denial of the offer. He had expected another kick in the gut from the malfunctioning beast. Swindle smiled lightly. Sweetly. He acted for that moment that he actually cared. He was always good at reading what a customer wanted.

Even if the merchant bot's offer of willing interfacing was denied he would have at least learned some information that may be useful. Scourge was considering his offer, and that was a weakness that was good to know. Swindle's processors made sure to clearly save that for whatever this twisted universe had planned for him. The purple opticed bot ran his hand off Scourge's face and down his black metal chest. Scourge's chest heaved slightly at the touch. It had obviously been a long time since he had a consensual touch from another bot. Either way this situation turned out, Swindle knew he had the monster caught.

"Well?" asked Swindle as he ran his fingers in the grooves of Scourge's stomach grill. Scourge grabbed the merchant's wandering hand and pulled it hard, as if to threaten to pull it off again. Swindle looked down a moment, wincing at the pain caused. He then looked up with his purple optics with a endearing smile on his face. Swindle's 'customer' had yet to say if he had chose for victim or lover. Till then the merchant bot would do his best to play both.

Scourge become divided in his core processor. He liked the thrill of making a bot weak at any means necessary. Tearing someone apart was no different than raping their circuits to him. He got the same pleasure from both. Swindle was playing so well in the usual game until now. He snarled and pinned Swindle to the wall like he did earlier. The smaller bot's chassis squeaked out a whimper.

Despite the abuse, Swindle then wrapped his legs around the larger bot's waist. A soft smirk showed on Swindle's faceplate. Scourge's face still frowned as he glared at the merchant bot. All he could think of was how this slaggin weakling suddenly not be frightened? If there was no fear, there would be no fun! He would have to experiment and find out what would put terror back into Swindle's processors.

"Alright... 'big boy' I can play both sides till you decide," smiled Swindle. Scourge kept the smaller bot pinned against the wall with one hand on the shoulder that was missing an arm. His other hand touched down Swindle's broken chest windshield. The beast's touch was almost tender. It was a fleeting moment before smashing his fist in and completely broke the glass.

Swindle hissed but did not struggle. Though his arm was free he did not make a move to defend himself. If he tried to run again the end result would be the same. The merch bot didn't want to lose another limb. He decided playing along would cause minimum damage.

"So you've decided on rough then," Swindle said with a slight bored tone. Scourge snarled and stuck his hand into wires that laid below Swindle's spark chamber. The monster paid no attention to the smaller bot's before war designed chamber. He only focused on gaining control. Scourge ran a finger against one wire that connected up to the spark chamber. He snapped it in half with ease.

Swindle's body shook in a reflex that was beyond his control. The spasm caused his optics to flicker on and off. His audios hear his body rubbing against Scourge's. It was loud shrill screeches. Some warnings scrolled inside Swindle's optics where only he could see. The merch bot tried to make out the mess of text. From what he caught it seemed that wire cut was something important that connected to his core processor.

Scourge had many vorns experience in torturing mechs. If the practically neutral bot was going to be empowered by the abuse being sexual, then Scourge would take that aspect away. Scourge moved the hand he has placed on Swindle's shoulder. It went tightly around the merchant bot's neck. Swindle winced at his neck being abused again. His processors searched options: Was he to try to fight the brute off or still try to play his little game?

The smaller Decepticon's legs clutched tighter around Scourge's waist. Swindle was at a loss of what to do now. Feedback from his logical processors was fogged. Scourge let out a low chuckle as his toothy grin returned to his faceplate. He held Swindle pinned at the neck as his other than grabbed some broken glass off of Swindle's windshield.

He took a small shard of the purple tinted glass and started to run it in Swindle's seams. The smaller bot squirmed even though he did not command his body to do so. Scourge ran the tightly clutched glass to a crease in Swindle's lower body. He slid the glass right where one of the bot's legs met his torso. Swindle was no speed bot, but Scourge's slicing of small wires were in that seam was still excruciating.

For such a talkative bot Swindle was, Scourge was disappointed at his silence. He had already learned that Decepticons were a lot less verbal during torture than Autobots. 'Con's were very prideful while Autobot's were too emotional to hide their pain. It had been ages since Scourge overtook an Autobot. Both the Autobot factions has done a good job of avoiding him. The twisted Optimus looking bot then remembered Swindle's earlier offer. He lifted up the piece of glass to Swindle's cheek and scratched a light zig-zag as he whispered in the mech's audio receptors.

"Here's a deal for you," Scourge's rarely used voice buzzed, "You'll be noisy like an Autobot or I'll leave you here as a torso with a processor."

"D-d-deal," choked out Swindle as his attacker still had a strong hold on his neck. He winced at the scratches being made to his faceplate. He let out a little noise because of it. Scourge leaned in as though he was going to lick the scratches he made. Instead he grazed his sharp teeth against the damage to make it more noticeable.

Scourge took his hand off the bot's neck. He dropped the piece of glass to the floor, knowing if he needed more there was a supply right in front of him. The monster then held his body close to Swindle and revved his engine. The vibration ran through the smaller bot's broken windshield. Pieces of glass that laid in his chassis could be heard tinging around like small painful bells. Swindle offlined his optics and let out a squeal. In this moment he realized he didn't really know what, 'noisy like an Autobot,' meant. He hoped he could literally fake it at faking it.

Swindle shifted his legs a bit as they still rested around Scourge's waist. Suddenly Scourge gripped his hand on Swindle's Decepticon symbol. He pulled small metal spot with his hand to form a bump. He then twisted it clean off, exposing circuits underneath. Swindle's optics shot back online at the attack. The merchant bot writhed against his attacker. The dark Optimus bot mockingly rubbed their crotch plates together.

"P-p-please stop!," Swindle cried in a whining voice. It had a tone of uncertainty to it. He would like it to stop, and it sounded like something weak an Autobot would say. That would HAVE to work, "Primus...mercy!"

Scourge smirked and tossed the Decepticon symbol aside. He ran his hands down to grab the sides of Swindle's legs. Lifting the bot up, he caused more damage to Swindle's back against the wall. Swindle's optics offlined again as he tried to arch his back off the to prevent more damage. Scourge pried apart the clenched merch bot legs around him. Swindle took the cue to loosen his legs a bit from around the monster's waist.

The next thing Swindle knew was his body was being scraped down the wall. He was slammed into the ground at an awkward position. His head and neck were still leaned against the wall. His back was almost all the way to the ground as Scourge still head him about the knees. The dark bot then pressed his foot against Swindle's crotch plate.

Swindle's processor lagged for a reaction. The cause was a mix of surprise and the previously cut wire. He let out several moans and squeaks that were not part of the act. The weight Scourge put in his step caused the naturally slightly curved crotch plate to flatten. In turn, the plate then popped free from its seams. When Scourge dropped Swindle's legs with a thud the plate slide off on its own.

For a moment it felt as though Scourge had left Swindle alone. When the merch bot's processor started to focus again he saw that he was wrong. Swindle's fans whirled on high as he struggled to sit himself full up. Scourge leaned over the smaller bot and grabbed his purple 'bolo tie' looking markings. He then pulled Swindle's head back back by them. He then slammed the smaller bot's head back into the wall as he straddled him.

Swindle opened his optics only to find one of them to be obstructed by something. Scourge leaned down and licked the energon that leaked right above Swindle's right optic. His glossa felt rough as though it was as sharp as he teeth. Swindle grimaced and reached out his hand to Scourge's shoulder. He couldn't remember what exactly he was doing. Wasn't he pretending to be weak? Yes thats right, pretending.

Now that the long grey crotch plate was gone off the bot, Scourge twisted his fingers into the grill right above. Swindle whined and took his hand off Scourge. He bit on his own finger's hard, trying to keep in the weak noises. Scourge ripped off the grill next and looked over all the exposed circuits.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" gasped Swindle as his optics started to focus on Scourge. The dark Optimus looking bot placed a hand in the circuits. His arm brandished a weapon that if he were built like Optimus would shoot foam. Instead, it blazed a huge jolt of electricity through Swindle's exposed circuits. Swindle screamed scratched static as he uncontrollably spasmed. He slammed his own head back in the wall, causing more pink energon to bleed over his optic.

Scourge watched Swindle writhe in pain under him. Though the dark bot did not have any hotspots touched, he began to heat up. The brute's fans kicked in while Swindle's processors still lagged on a 'flight or fight' response. He let out a whine that only made Scourge want to dig his fingers into the overloading circuits. Scourge knew exactly where to sink his claws in. It was nothing vital getting hit, but was still painful.

Swindle screamed more static as the claws sunk into his inner workings as though it was soft clay. His optics flickered while his legs tried to kick off the attacker. Scourge leaned all his weight down on Swindle to make sure he had no hope of escape. He stopped breaking into the delicate circuit panels on the merchant bot's exposed stomach. He felt Swindle had reached the point of pain needed to not enjoy anything further.

One of the merch bot's optics started to show static. Swindle knew it was shorting out do to the He offlined it with his expression showing a pained squint. He stopped struggling and tried to gain his bearings before the next assault on his systems. He closed his optics when he heard the sound of metal popping open. He was certain Scourge was ripping more plate off his purple and yellow body.

When he felt no pain he onlined his fully functioning optic. Swindle saw Scourge taking off his own crotch plate right before thrusting his wires against his. Swindle tried to pull away only to hit his back against the wall again. The fried circuits above the merch bot's crotch wires sparked at each thrust. Scourge had done something to deafen his pleasure receptors. Instead of a sexual response to the wire touch, Swindle received raw energy. He let out many whimpering cries as it felt like Scourge was shocking his circuits all over again.

Swindle's sensors became scrambled. His systems wanted to shut down for recharge already. His audio receptors played a white noise lullaby. His optics dimmed as his body was stuck between receiving pain and wanting to offline. His processors tried to fall back on his current core programming but were unable to connect.

With his processors and hardware failing to give him options, the mechs body went to the next source to get an answer: His spark. Swindle's spark brought memories to his processor of the last time he was in pain that had been pleasurable. The memories had been desperately found to calm down his now aching circuits. It was a trick. Swindle's body went on to lie to him that he was not suffering horribly.

Scourge was too far in his own selfish thrusts to notice the change in Swindle. The smaller bot's pained noises had changed to ones of increasing ecstasy. Scourge was about to overload in the feeling of terrifying the bot beneath him. The crotch wire contact was supporting factor. However his edge was interrupted by Swindle's cries.

"Ugh...yes...Lockdown!" Swindle's voice hit a high relishing peak. His overload caused bright crackling of energy from his torn circuits. The cut wire in his chassis hissed. It left black singed marks on what glass was still attached to his windshield frame.

Scourge now felt like Swindle had been mocking him this whole time. The weak neutral was not allowed to enjoy this! On top of that, he had yelled the name of that accursed bounty hunter. Scourge's sharp fingers touched gently around the wires right above Swindle's crotch. Like a blade his fingers ran through, slicing them all. Swindle's audios didn't have a chance to make a sound before he offlined at the immense shock it gave to his system.

The dark bot then got off his unconscious victim. He sneered and gave it a hard kick. Now he was all warmed up and had no one to finish him off. The dark 'con snapped his own crotch plate back on. He picked up the ripped off arm that still rested in the cell. Scourge walked out and slammed the cell door and locked Swindle in. The large dark Optimus style bot then headed down the hallway. He picked up Swindle's two ripped off laser cannons as he went back to the command room.

Little did the dark bot know, Swindle had used his last back up plan. While trying to struggle out of the ropes earlier Swindle was actually attempting to hit his emergency signal. While Swindle's electric pulses were a part of defense they also served another purpose. The small Deception was certain the Nemesis could block his emergency signal. The bot had a clever back up that caused another bot to transmit his emergency signal. Scourge wouldn't even realize it till it was too late.

If any neutral or powerful customer was in the area, they would answer. Swindle knew it was four hundred years in the future, perhaps he would not have any customers that still cared. He did not give in to that hopelessness. He knew in his spark someone would come.

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Thanks for the comments StSE! Yeah Autobo and Decepticon is supposed to be capitalized all the time but I miss it sometimes. Seeker to me though doesn't look right capitalized. For me its the same as saying med bot or merchant bot, ect. ect. Thanks for the comment on the characterization! I love doing my best to write them in character. I hope Swindle turned out awesome in this chapter. :3