Crush

Transwarped Spoilers.....


DANGIT BLURR! WHY DID THAT HAPPEN TO YOU! I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO WRITE OTHER THAN THIS. *flails* Well next is a Market Commodity story... then Chapter 7 of Glitch In Time... Then Part 4 of Kaon Tale... and then maybe, JUST MAYBE, part two to this.... We'll see. :3

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Every circuit in Blurr's body sent the same message to his meta. He was going to die. He heard the crunching of his shoulder spires. Moments later the walls now touched his faceplates. He let out a whimper as his optics refused to close at the final moments.

Suddenly, the walls stopped. Silence hung in the air for what felt like cycles. The blue bot tried moving his arms and legs. Both Blurr's arms were pinned in front of him. He heard his left wheel spin but it had no traction. The speedster was pinned. Blurr's fast processor pained even more at that than the fate of being crushed. Joining with the well of AllSparks would be a better end than being stuck here forever. He would soon find out it could get much worse.

The walls started to pull back. Blurr could revv his wheels to make an escape again. They did not do as he commanded and he fell to the ground. The crushing walls crippled both his legs. The blue bot's arms were barely functional. He did his best to lift himself to a sitting up position. Both his stabilizing servos were bent in like they were flimsy metal piping. They couldn't even be recognized as legs anymore. They were now a mesh of blue and black metal, exposed wires, and dripping energon. As the intel bot tried to assess the situation, the tunnel doors reopened.

Longarm Prime stepped through the doorway and smiled as though nothing was wrong. The doors shut behind him. The Prime took this precaution just in case Blurr could still escape. Autobots did have the most pesky ability to survive the most hopeless situations.

"Thanks for the informing me about the traitor Agent Blurr," Longarm Prime started in his normal professional manner, "In light of this important discovery perhaps you should take some time OFF!"

The head of Cybertronian Intelligence then transformed into Shockwave right before Blurr's optics. During the blue bot's run he had already assumed such. Instead of a look of surprise the Autobot gave a glare would kill if it could. Shockwave grabbed Blurr by the neck with his three taloned servo. His other hand touched lightly down the tip of the blue bot's horn. The Decepticon almost stroked it lovingly down to where it attached to the top of his head. Blurr struggled but his arms could only bend at the elbows. His crushed hands could not even close all the way. None of Blurr's weapons systems showed a sign of functioning.

"What is it Agent Blurr? You're usually oh so TALKATIVE," as Shockwave yelled he slammed Blurr's back against the wall. The small intel bot winced but did not reply. His circuits still cried out his eminent death. Blurr was not going to beg mercy from a Decepticon. The tender touches Shockwave was making to his horn was more sickening than the metal breaking in his back.

Blurr opened his mouth to speak. He was still strong willed enough not to beg for his life. He had planned some speech on how everyone would find out. He would say it was only a matter of time before Shockwave received his just dues for what he had done. The blue speed bot didn't have a chance to speak before Shockwave ripped off the sensitive horn. He let out a terrible screech that only made the Decepticon grip his neck tighter.

The Autobot wondered why the Decepticon was dragging this on so long. Shockwave could have him offlined by the crushing walls by now. Blurr did his best to stay silent. Perhaps there was information Shockwave thought he knew. However, Blurr was a well-trained intel bot. No matter of torture would get information from him. He had yet to learn it was not facts or intel that Shockwave wanted from him. The blue intel bot kept a defiant look on his faceplate. Shockwave recognized the look as his subordinate's quick processor still attempting to think of a plan to escape.

"Oh you Autobots, still courageous in your defeat. Its quite amusing sometimes," Shockwave leaned in towards Blurr. A crackle of sparks went up what was left of his legs. The Decepticon smirked at the helplessness of his victim. Though he had no audio mouth, his red eye appeared to grin down on the weak Autobot.

Still holding Blurr by the neck, Shockwave slammed the crippled speed bot against the wall again. He then tossed the smaller bot to the other side of the tunnel. Blurr tried his wheels again before landing with a loud crunch. What was left of his right shoulder spire fell off. Shockwave kicked the piece of metal aside as he strolled up to Blurr.

"You never noticed, did you?" Shockwave said at a sudden angry tone. His larger frame shadowed the small Autobot below him. Blurr raised a still functioning optic. It seemed rather unprofessional of Longarm, of Shockwave, to keep him alive just to gloat. Blurr couldn't keep silent any longer.

"Yesyesyesyoudidagreatjoboffoolingme," the speed bot started out sarcastically. Though his tone was filled with mocking, he hoped that Shockwave was getting over confident. Though Blurr's fate was sealed he hoped the spy would soon slip up and be found out, "Nowgetthisoverwithalready.I'msureyouhaveimportantDecepticonbusinesstoattendto."

"Not that," replied Shockwave with more frustration. His claw hands grabbed at the sides of Blurr's chest. The grip was so hard that they already shattered windshield glass started to break of pieces, "You never noticed ANY of the extra attention I gave you. Worthless Autobot! No different than our Decepticon leader."

If Blurr had not been contorting his face in pain he would of given Shockwave a confused look. The grip on his chest became harder, putting pressure on his spark chamber underneath. Always the intel bot, his processors took in what the Decepticon had said. He could not believe it, did Shockwave suggest he had an interest in him? It was a disturbing thought. As Blurr processed it he did have flickers of memory. Many of them were of Longarm asking the speed bot how he was, and not just the information he was gathering.

Shockwave turned Blurr around and slammed him into the wall yet again. This time it was with his chest facing the wall. Glass grinded and broke some more between Blurr's muffled whines. The Decepticon took one hand off Blurr's side to stroke up his damaged back. The speed bot bit his own lip, not knowing what to expect next. Shockwave's three digit talon's tapped on Blurr's back harder. It was enough to leave dents on the already crinkled metal. He then sunk the three tips in slightly. Blurr winced and tried to push away from the pressure. It left the smaller bot hopelessly scratching his chassis against the wall in front of him.

The Decepticon's claw gripped hard on the blue armor. With a flick of his wrist it twisted off like it was loose fabric draped on the blue bot. All the grey and black metal internals on Blurr's back were exposed now. Blurr could not help but convulse for a moment. Energon started to bleed from the small circuits and wires that were attatched from his armor to his back. They were essential parts for transforming to his car mode.

Blurr's processors went from calmly accepting his fate to a sudden urge to survive. His optics lit up brightly with a new, almost primal, urge to fight. He struggled against the one Decepticon servo that held him against the wall. The one leg that still had a operational wheel he pressed against the leg of Shockwave. He revved it hard causing Shockwave to stumble a bit. The Decepticon dropped the back armor he held and pinned both Blurr's servos. The hand that was on Blurr's side now grabbed onto the offending leg, and ripped it clean off.

"You'llpayforthis!UltraMagnuswillnoticeImgone!TheAutobotsbackonEarthknowaboutthegate!They'llallfindout!" Blurr yelled in pain. It was hard to tell the difference between his normal speed voice and one of that of sheer desperation. Shockwave could tell the difference. If he had an audio mouth he would be smirking. He did not justify Blurr's threats with a direct response to them.

"I'm sorry Agent Blurr, but you are too good at what you do. I would have kept you around longer, but you had to contact those meddling Autobot's on Earth," Shockwave said smoothly. His free servo now trailed down the exposed back circuits on Blurr. Right below the shoulder blades, right in the center of the poor Autobot's back, he started tearing everything out. It was quite easy to do, since many parts were partly smashed by the previous wall crushing incident.

Blurr shuttered at Shockwave's attack. It wasn't out of fear, but the wish he could will himself to offline then and there. The Decepticon stopped his attack once he reached a flat surface within Blurr's back. He ran one single talon up it gently. Some energy from broken wires caressed Shockwave's fingers back. Blurr felt what could only be the sensation of his Spark chamber being touched. His small wrists struggled against the big hand that held them.

"Justyouwaityou'llgetwhatscomingtoyou!TheEliteGuardwill-AGK!" Blurr's ongoing tirade was interrupted as Shockwave pressed hard on his audio box. His neck was now pressed hard against the wall, almost bending it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Agent Blurr, do you want to be written up? You should know one of the first steps to being a good intel bot is silence. Don't make me take out your audios. I may still want to hear you later," Shockwave teased while almost using his more 'Longarm' voice. Blurr felt the weight of Shockwave's front leaned against his back. He knew this could not end well. Blurr offlined his optics and prepared for the worst.

Crackles of energy ran down what was left of Blurr's legs as Shockwave lovingly touched his Spark chamber. He winced at the feeling even though it was not painful. The small bot knew in a moment it would be. The speed bot was old enough to have heard the even darker stories of the Great War. He knew such a horror as having your Spark taken by force existed. Everything was too quiet. All Blurr could hear was the Decepticon's metal talons tap on his precious life box.

"Your processor must work as fast as you run," Shockwave said followed with his red eye smirk, "I'm sure you are still trying to think of a means of escape, or perhaps just asking Primus to end this quickly."

Blurr couldn't help let out a small whimper. All he asked of Primus was for Shockwave to be found out the moment the Decepticon spy returned to his post. Cliffjumper would usually be the first to see their Boss bot. He would have to notice, he would have to say something!

From the speed bot's point of view he saw a red light reflected on the wall in front of him. It wavered and sliced through the normal white light of the tunnel. The strange light could only be that of Shockwave's spark, bared open, up against Blurr's back. In a moment the Decepticon peeled open the back of Blurr's spark chamber. The pale blue light vibrated as though it was expressing the shock Blurr could not. The Decepticon spy gave the Autobot's throat another tight squeeze for good measure. He did not want to hear Blurr's cries just yet.

Blurr writhed as much as he could against the wall in front of him. He tried desperately to get away from the energy coming closer to his own Spark. The blue bot was able to get one servo free only for it to lock up. His shoulders had been so crushed in any arm movement he had earlier had been a miracle. His internal cooling fans tried went full blast. They were not fully functional and sounded like a robot version of a human hyperventilating. Shockwave paid no mind to the noise and crushed his red spark against Blurr's.

Shockwave released Blurr's neck to listen to the panic that followed. The speed bot's body rocked back and forth like he was going into overload shock. The Autobot rapidly say things filled with pained static that his tormentor could not understand him. Shockwave enjoyed every squirm of the speed bot's body he toward over. Blurr did have a sexy sleek body. Even when damaged it still held its beauty. He released the wrist of Blurr's he still held. His servos proved useless anyhow. The Decepticon then ran his clawed fingers to the back of Blurr's waist. He pulled Blurr tight against himself as he plunged his Spark in deeper.

The speed bot's Spark fought to not merge with its red attacker. Crackles of the red energy danced over the blue one. Its red ribbons mirrored that of Shockwave's talons, sharp blades trying to pull in the Autobot spark. It had a hunger for tainting Blurr's Spark. It wanted to feel all that Blurr was. If Shockwave had an audio mouth it would be kissing the back of Blurr's neck while he forcefully ravaged his Spark.

Shockwave enjoyed it as Blurr and his pulses became one. This wasn't quite how he wanted things to end up, but it would do. It was worth the wait. Blurr would assume the forced Sparkbonding from behind was done to be more painful and cruel. The Decepticon's reason for it was much different. He did not want to see Blurr's pained expressions as he took him. He had hoped under his Longarm guise the speed bot would have interest and willingly given into such pleasures. That was not the case though. But he could not offline Blurr without having a taste.

Shockwave's talons now gripped on the sides Blurr's crotch plating. He did not do anything to the sensitive area other than apply pressure. It was a warning to the smaller bot that he could do much more to him. Shockwave had full control of the situation and Blurr could only accept it. A tip of a talon lightly touched in the seam that attached the crotch plate to a still attached leg. The blue bot struggled as the sensation only opened up his Spark more to the Decepticon.

Blurr still struggled to get his arms to move. He tried to make any weapon come out. It was no use. He could not even run a self diagnostic on himself. He felt like he was burning up all over. It was not a pleasant feeling of a building up overload. It was a scorching shearing heat that wanted to release as soon as possible. Blurr started to see things, visions from the forced Sparkbonding. They were Shockwave's memories of how he infiltrated the ranks of the Autobots. Each thought burned at Blurr's processor. It was as though ever forced memory into his processor was deleting something important to him. It was a terrifying feeling. With every pulse Blurr felt he was losing a part of himself.

The Decepticon received no visions in return. That was the shame of taking a spark by force. His lust could still be satisfied and that was all there was left now. Any regrets he had a basic medbot could erase for him like a bad line of code. Blurr's exposed back started to spark up a flurry of light. He was beginning to overload yet his damaged wires and circuits struggled to offer him release. The speed bot started to let out such a pitiful cry that Shockwave could not stand it. While he started to reach his own overload he ripped the Autobot's audio box out.

What was left of Blurr's voice went from a loud crackling static, to a dull hum, and then to nothing but silent mouth movements. Shockwave pulled back slightly from the Autobot as their Sparks became two separate entities. Blurr leaned against the wall as he slid down it, crumpling up in a pile on the ground. His body heaved in a motion a human would misinterpret as sobs. In actuality all his minor circuits and functions were shutting down as his body tried to conserve what energy it had left.

Shockwave watched the once proud Autobot now reduced to a shivering pile of scrap. If Blurr had any chance of become a Decepticon perhaps he would care. But he knew the Autobot code was deeply hot wired into him. Racing across the galaxy with important information proved that.

"Oh, such a pity to hear you want to resign Blurr. You were the best on the team. Your contributions to the Autobot cause were extraordinary, " Shockwave said in his more Longarm voice. He changed back to the form to match it. He started to leave the tunnel. As he opened the doorway he paused. That ill scraping of metal on the ground sounded as though Blurr was still trying to move. He turned to see the Autobot still struggle against all odds. Blurr's exhausted optics narrowed, doing their best to show Shockwave that in some way he still hadn't won.

Longarm Prime then walked back up to the severally damaged bot. He bent down and placed his hand under Blurr's chin, "You know, keeping you silent about my little secret doesn't mean offlining you... completely. "

Blurr's systems finally started to give low energon and overheating warnings. His body wanted to go in stasis. He did his best to pull back his face plate from Longarm's touch. His optics became heavy and began to dim. The last sight he saw was that red glowing orb on the intel spy's forehead.

Blurr awoke to a low buzzing. It was a familiar sound but his worn out processors could not make it out. His optics came online slowly as he saw he was in a upper class Elite living quarters. Though he knew his arms had been locked, he still tried to move them. He found they did not respond at all. He looked back and forth between what was left of his shoulder spires. His arms were completely gone. He looked down to see his other leg was gone as well. The racer was left with nothing to move, nothing to channel his speed into. Only his processors could race through the worse case scenarios of his predicament.


The speed bot's optics came into focus more. Blurr saw that he was literally mounted on a wall. Blue energy bands around what was left of his limbs held him up. Longarm came in with several data pads in his arms. The spy laid them on the desk facing Blurr. Longarm Prime smiled at his captured crush before attending to his daily paper work.