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Liberating Torture part 2

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THIS CONTAINS A SEX SCENE BETWEEN STARSCREAM AND A FEMALE OC!
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Smack
The back of Reality’s servo cut across Starscreams face for the tenth time, each time she had left less space between hits for recovery.
Starscream noticed a longer pause, thinking the painful part of this chapter in his ordeal was over, he slowly shifted his helm in the direction of where she sat, still hovering over his uncovered groin. Starscream couldn’t see her, but he didn’t need to, the blindfold had heightened his senses to a point where he could feel the direction of her optics by reading her body language. Reality was breathing hoarsely, but she was doing a great job of hiding it, a Starscream with the gift of sight wouldn’t notice the soft rasp with each breath. In fact if Starscream could see; he was pretty sure he would remain focused on her bare and shapely chassis, and if he could move his arms too there would be no end to the list. Of course he wouldn’t do these things out of revenge, he would do them for his own selfish satisfaction, to finally release the desires that this cruel mistress had brought to the surface.
She had aimed to turn him into a prisoner, when in fact she had only awoken a monster with an appetite for something fierce that she was unwilling to hand over.
Reality needed to regain her strength and re-think her strategy, Starscream had given up his name so easily, she had hoped that by now she could have him singing for her and fetching the paper on all fours… but no.
Reality looked down at Starscreams half hooded face, she could see his jaw was clenched and his mouth sat firmly in an expressionless line, it was impossible to read him like this. As a test she brought a servo to his bare groin and took hold of his eagerly awaiting cable, she felt it grow in her servo and her optics darted up to his face that remained expressionless, but his chest was now rising at regular deep intervals.
“Starscream,” she purred.
“Mmhm,” Starscream groaned, fighting the urge to move his hips rhythmically with her servo that was pumping his still growing member, thinking of how her chassis would be moving in time to his body…
“I need to know where your squadron is based,” Reality leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his chest.
“Mmm,” Starscream sighed, slowly rising his waist so it sneakily brushed against her bare chest.
“Please?” her voice was growing higher, and Starscream knew what that meant.
Starscream moved his hips faster, hoping to make the pleasure worth the pain on the horizon, but to his surprise; Reality reciprocated by making the use of her free servo to grasp at his remaining length, continuing the strong up and down motion.
“Ah,” Starscream caught a cry in his throat and lay there with his mouth open as if waiting for the sound to come out.
Reality slowed down, making Starscreams hips do more of the work.
“Faster, please, then I will tell you whatever you want…” Starscream begged, this time bending at his knees to make sure he felt the entire length of his cable travel through her tight servos, he repeated this motion until Reality came to a stop.
“You know the rules, hmmhmm,” she had toned down the sickly squeaky giggle to a high-pitched humming sound, but it didn’t help to ease Starscreams pain receptors that were waiting in raw anticipation. As her servos came away too abruptly, leaving his erect cable unsatisfied, she took her body with them, Starscrem realised he had to do something, if he didn’t answer…
Throo, throo, throo
’What in Primus’ name is that noise?’ Starscream felt his spark skip a beat.
“North side of Kaon, hidden behind a derelict lab,” Starscream sighed.
“What?” Reality snapped, dropping the item that resembled a sander back amongst her belongings.
“My squadron base, it’s in North Kaon, hidden behind a lab. Now, please mistress, I’ve been good…” Starscreams voice trailed off in a victorious purr, but he didn’t sound defeated and Reality knew why.
Reality looked down at Starscream in awe, her optics fell onto his eagerly growing member again, still throbbing to its own rhythm, before falling onto the expressionless line of his mouth.
’It’s the wrong answer.’
Reality was flustered, grateful for the blindfold hiding her confusion. Of course if she hadn’t already been told the correct answers, she wouldn’t have been able to tell… Secretly cursing the blindfold for masking his expression; she approached nearly-motionless Starscream.
Keeping up the act she pressed her servos on the side of his thighs, tracing them up to his chord where she stopped before touching him.
“Mmmm,” Starscream moaned again, “what are you waiting for?” He hissed.
’No’ Reality thought, she wasn’t going to let him lie to her and then get away with it, this mech needed to suffer, but first she needed a moment to gather her thoughts...

“One answer? That’s all you’ve managed to get?”
Reality nodded, keeping a stern and professional facial expression in the presence of her employer; Megatron.
“I will keep trying; I just need a break, he just caught me off guard.” Reality shook her helm, bringing a smouldering cigarette to her plump lips and taking a deep drag.
There was a moment of silence when Knockout walked in, he too had been called on duty for the interrogation; Reality’s methods has been said to get quite brutal...
“Hmm,” Knockout smiled as his optics lingered on Reality’s still open chassis that was partially covered by her arm folded across her waist, “me next,” he purred, winking at Reality before continuing to the computer.
Reality watched him with a hypnotic stare.
Red. Reality loved the colour red.
When red was involved there was much less of this foreplay, as she liked to call it, and much more of the physically satisfying element. Although for a moment she couldn’t help but picture going down on Knockout with a frozen cube of energon between her teeth, tracing it all over his body until it melted in her mouth. She wouldn’t wait for him to beg before she wrapped her cold lips around his cable and…
“Back to work, we will give it another hour.”
“What?” Reality snapped; her wide optics back to Megatron like a rabbit caught in his headlights.
“You can’t win them all, my dear; it would appear Starscream is more loyal than I had thought,” Megatron took the cigarette from her and stole the last pull, blowing the smoke out of a corner of his mouth before he brought his face closer, “back. To. Work,” he grinned, stubbing out the cigarettes embers in the palm of his servo before tipping the ash onto the floor by Reality’s feet.
Reality straightened up her face and became a statue once again, “right,” with a small nod; she spun around and stormed back to the interrogation room with every intention of making Starscream suffer…
Reality never failed.
She entered the washed out white room and saw Strarscream struggling weakly against his restraints.
“Where did you go?” he asked, now his thighs were closed in an attempt to hide his shrunken displeasure at her absence. She watched him for a moment, this hungry mech not yet willing to bow down to her every command and suddenly; she hated this job.
’Why couldn’t he be red?’
Reality stomped her foot to the floor and walked around the chair where Starscream was seated, making the same circles again and again, but this was not enough to build up his anticipation. She needed to turn up the heat.
Turning the light off with a jerk of the switch she swiftly removed Starscreams blindfold.
Starscream blinked, taking a moment to realise the lights had been turned off, but why?
He heard her footsteps approach him from behind the chair, he tried to turn his helm to see her, but he didn’t need to. In one pull the chair had been swiped from beneath him and he crashed to the floor, his body twisted in amongst the chains.
“Ouch!” Starscream cried amongst the sound of dragging chains, “you stupid bitch, what are you playing at?”
“Listen here, Screamy,” this was an entirely new voice, one that held the tone of frustration. In the dark; Starscream smiled, finally he had managed to break her… “I make the rules in here, and you can’t lie to me.”
Smack
Starscream wasn’t shocked when her servo clipped the back of his helm, but it did make him chuckle to himself.
“You think it’s funny?”
“No, I feel bad that you’re not satisfied,” Starscreams deliberate chuckle continued.
Reality put her tongue to her cheek and approached the other end of Starscreams chains, the ones that travelled along the roof and went into a pulley system designed to contort him into whatever she wished. In the dark she couldn’t see what she was doing to him, but she loved guess work and so, while Starscream enjoyed his moment of hysteria, Reality chose two chains at random and tugged as hard as she could.
“Argh! Ow!” Starscream wailed, his screams were actually louder than the chains scratching against the floor.
Reality wondered what delightful pose she would find him in as she turned on the light, but when she pulled on the switch, she hadn’t quite expected to see this.
Starscream was on his knees, with his legs splayed apart revealing his vulnerable chord hanging between his thighs. Reality took this in for a moment before noticing how beautifully his spine had been arched so his wings nearly touched the floor, his arms being pulled under his elegant back with his servos coming out by his knees.
“You’ve never looked better,” Reality spoke in her high-pitched voice, and although her tone was fake, her comment was true. Starscream looked quite pleasant to her now.
“Shit, get me lose now or I swear I’ll…”
“You’ll tell me the truth about your squadron location, or you’re not leaving, sweetie, tee-hee,”
’Oh fuck, the voice,’
“Get fucked,” Starscream hissed, trying to straighten his back and failing.
“Poor choice of words, Starscream,” Reality lowered her voice to the same mature tone that she knew had Starscream in the palm of her servo.
Starscream ceased his struggle and gaped back at her, the shock of his name being said in that delicious tone; it was too much…
Reality knelt down beside him so she could see Starscreams elegantly arched back that she found strangely beautiful, and she could still glance over at his now throbbing cable ready at her disposal.
“Ah,” Starscream moaned, his hips making a light thrust as his member reached its full potential.
The best part about this was; Starscream couldn’t see Reality unless she positioned herself by his upside down helm, so this was working like the blindfold; still to her advantage.
“Please,” Starscream whispered.
“Please?”
“Please, mistress…” Starscream winced in defeat.
“You know what I want to hear…” Reality whispered, stroking a single digit down the arch of his back, making him shudder.
“I told you…” Starscream whined.
“You lied to me, honey,” Reality rose to her feet and put one leg on the other side of Starscreams bridged form, bending over and resting a servo on his chest; she leaned closer until she could see his optics.
Starscream tried to tilt his helm to get a better look at her, looking back into her optics that were alive with hope… what was she hoping for? Did she want him to fight, or did she want him to tell the truth? Starscream was no longer sure which action would grant him pleasure and which would bring him pain.
Starscream wanted it to stop. All of it. He wanted to tables to be turned and have Reality tied to a berth in a room where it was just the two of them, he could satisfy himself and be on his way like the dignified mech that he was. This was humiliating…
Reality reached behind Starscreams back and brought his groin to meet the apex of her thighs, expecting to feel his energy ready to burst at the seams, but the grey mech barely reacted.
“Starscream?” Reality furrowed her brow at his silence. “You know the rules,” the squeak of her voice again.
Starscream couldn’t see what she was doing, but heard what sounded like an aerosol spray, but quieter, followed by a few clicks and ending with a steady sounding gust…
Reality watched the flame go from yellow to blue in front of her optics.
’Turning up the heat indeed…’ smiling to herself, she no longer cared about answers, this mech had ruined her.
Lying… It was a filthy thing to do.
Starscreams optics widened when he saw the flame in the corner of his optics, where Reality had intended him to see it, she wanted to see his bare sculpted frame squirm before she made him scream.
“No, no please…” Starscream shook his helm, wriggling his arms to try and find a way out of this hell.
“Oh, you want me to start down there…” Reality disappeared from Starscreams gaze, holding the flame so it’s path crossed in front of her open chassis.
“No,” Starscream cried, still wriggling.
“Careful…” Reality warned as she knelt down at his crotch, “you don’t want me to slip…”
“Yes I do…” Starscream hissed, and before Reality could react, he managed to jolt the flame from her servos, “Ah!” clipping his own leg with the flame before it fell to the floor, the gas from the container still hissing away erupting heat from the nozzle, burning at the chains below Starscreams aft.
Reality had dashed away the moment the flame left her servos, not wanting to burn her perfect frame, she was currently holding herself in the corner of the room, checking herself for damage before returning to Starscream and giving him the trashing of his lifetime… She had been mumbling to herself, growling her frustrations through her gritted denta and over the sound of her own curse words and the torch still hissing away on the floor, she didn’t hear the sound of chains falling loosely off her prisoners wrists.
“My dear…” Starscream purred in Realitys right audio-receiver.
“Wha… mmmph,” Reality winced as she felt one of Starscreams arms clasped around her waist, knocking the wind out of her body as her back was pressed firmly against his chest. Starscreams other servo had a strong grasp around her mouth, he had been sick of her talking…
Reality struggled, she tried kicking, but Starscream kicked her legs out from under her and stormed forwards, crushing the pink and white femme between himself and the wall.
“Ah,” Reality cringed, Starscream had moved the servo from around her mouth and pushed onto the nape of her neck, her cheek pressed against the wall.
Starscream relaxed his other servo and rested it on her aft, giving a gentle squeeze, making sure his talons scraped her light-pink armour.
“That’s more comfortable, don’t you agree?” Starscream leaned in and purred before playfully biting on the back of her neck.
Reality hissed through her gritted denta before responding, “go ahead, do your worst,” she squinted as Starscream pulled back on the propeller blades attached to the back of her helm.
“Oh no, my dear… I intend to do my best…” Narrowing his optics, Starscream leaned over her shoulder, while still pulling her helm back and softly placed his lips against hers, “oh yes…” he murmured into her mouth while his free servo kept a tight squeeze on her aft.
“Mmmph,” Reality tried to turn her helm away but Starscream pulled harder on her propeller blades, pushing his body closer so his crotch pushed against her aft so his cable would grow up and meet the apex of her thighs.
Reality felt his hard member brushing between her legs, pushing upwards against her crotch plating.
Starscream broke the kiss and moved the servo that had been holding her helm down to the small of her back, pushing her to the wall so he could release the hand from her aft . Gently he stroked around her waist, stopping at her mid-section before letting his servo travel down, all the time gnawing away at the back of her shoulder.
Realitys body trembled in submission as his digits glided over her waist down her abdomen.
Finally his servo had reached her crotch plating, Reality could feel his gentle touch as he slipped a single digit behind the barrier and teased at her port, she involuntarily shifted her hips closer to Starscreams crotch in an attempt to escape his tease.
“Starscream,” she tried that voice again, but that just seemed to make him hungrier. There was nothing she could do, she had lost control and become the submissive. Everything about this was so wrong despite her dripping port saying it was so right…
“Ohh,” Starscream breathed, arching his back and pressing his chest closer to her, his cable rubbing closer to her groin. Returning to his biting, Starscream once again slipped into her crotch plating, but this time he had every intention to remove it, carefully undoing the catch with a single digit, the plating fell to the floor.
Reality struggled again, and to tame her, Startscream clasped the nape of her neck, pressing his body closer, pushing her to the wall, allowing his cable to slide into her ready port.
“Mmm,” Stasrcream purred, feeling weak at the knees as he ignored her body struggling in front of him. He grunted as he lurched his hips forwards, driving his hard cable deep into her port, his denta clenching as he slowly withdrew most of his length.
Reality let out a growl of disgust at how her own body was appreciating the abuse, her port dripping and tightening around Starscreams cable, preparing herself for his pleasure. When Starscream slid his member back into her, she even allowed a cry of satisfaction to escape her curled lips.
“Ahh,” frowning afterwards, she went back to quietly gritting her denta.
Starscream got quicker with every thrust, his warm breath expelling onto her shoulder with every movement.
“Oh, oh, ahhh!” Reality balled her servos into fists, her optics were watering as she tried to fight back against Starscream and her own pleasure.
“No,” Starscream hissed, slowing down, “this is not for you after all, my dear,” Starscream made smaller movements that still caused him great pleasure, while Reality could only feel his cable sliding in and out as Starscream expertly avoided her more sensitive areas.
Starscreams breathing was rapid and hoarse, his knees were going weaker as he felt his abdomen clench, taking hold of her neck with his teeth he sucked hard until Reality cried out from pain.
“Ahh!”
“Oh, yes!” Starscream cried, his voice strained as he felt his cable erupt, pushing his hips forward one last time, spilling his oil inside her and waiting for the numbness of his legs to ease before slowly pulling away, feeling his chord going limp after the exertion.
Starscream fell back into the chair he had previously been chained to.
Reality was still against the wall, breathing heavily from the sexual frustration of not being granted her release, and still fuming from the role-reversal. She had let this situation get out of hand and it was her own damn fault.
“Fuck,” she hissed before re attaching her armour, walking over to Starscream to pick up the remainder of her chest piece, she tried to ignore his narrow satisfied optics and shit-eating grin.
“Cigarette?” Starscream offered, removing a packet from inside his chest plate and pulling two white sticks out.
“I’d better,” Reality bit back as Starscream used the still hissing lit torch on the floor to light both cigarettes before handing one over to Reality.
She took it gently and brought it to her now darker plump lips, allowing it to rest there while she used her free servos to pack away her items.
Starscream watched her moving through the smoke of his own cigarette and narrowed optics; something was playing on his mind.
“I want to hear you say it,” he smiled.
“Say what?” Reality barked, removing the cigarette from her lips and exhaling a large cloud of smoke through her pout.
“It wasn’t so bad; was it?…” Starscream absently flicked some ash to the floor.
“You have no idea,” Reality hissed, grabbing her bag and storming through the door.
“Where are you going?” Starscream called, scrambling to get his crotch plate back on, stubbing his cigarette out on the floor before chasing after her, he realised that the loops of chains were still bound to his ankles, clattering against his armour.

“How did it go?” Megatron murmured, watching Reality storm through, she went to walk right past him, her face like thunder. Megatron held an arm out to stop her and was about to repeat his question when Starscream stalked elegantly from the room with a shitty grin on his face.
Reality heard his approaching footsteps and waited for Megatron to remove his arm so she could leave, but she felt Starscream slink his arm around her waist, pressing his body to hers.
Starscream smiled back at Megatron with the same smug and narrow optics while Reality took several hard drags of her cigarette in the uncomfortable silence.
“Should I buy you dinner, or something?” Starscream had now turned to face Reality, her cheeks were puffed up like a teenager having a tantrum.
“Go fuck yourself,” Reality hissed back, throwing her cigarette butt to the floor and using the same arm to smack Starscream around the face, then walking around him to toward the exit.
Starscream didn’t move, he waited for her to leave with a vacant smile on his features.
As fate would have it; Knockout was on the other side of the door, Reality bumped into him but kept her helm down, flustering with herself as she disappeared.
Knockout watched as her aft swayed from side to side down the corridor, in a perfect rhythm to her tapping heels.
“Aww, you scared her away,” he smiled curiously, coking his helm to the side like he were trying to picture a scenario where she had instead just fallen into his arms and he had whisked her away to the lab… “How’d it go?” Knockout asked cheerfully as he turned into the room, he hadn’t noticed Starscream and Megatron locked in a staring battle; each seemed to be using their best poker face. Feeling the cold air of betrayal between the two eventually urged Knockout to clean up and leave early, Starscream didn’t appear to have sustained any damage from the training exercise so Knockouts services were no longer needed.
Or at least certain services weren’t needed here…

Description
Liberating Torture part 2

WARNING!

THIS CONTAINS A SEX SCENE BETWEEN STARSCREAM AND A FEMALE OC!
DON'T LIKE? THEN STOP READING NOW!

Smack
The back of Reality’s servo cut across Starscreams face for the tenth time, each time she had left less space between hits for recovery.
Starscream noticed a longer pause, thinking the painful part of this chapter in his ordeal was over, he slowly shifted his helm in the direction of where she sat, still hovering over his uncovered groin. Starscream couldn’t see her, but he didn’t need to, the blindfold had heightened his senses to a point where he could feel the direction of her optics by reading her body language. Reality was breathing hoarsely, but she was doing a great job of hiding it, a Starscream with the gift of sight wouldn’t notice the soft rasp with each breath. In fact if Starscream could see; he was pretty sure he would remain focused on her bare and shapely chassis, and if he could move his arms too there would be no end to the list. Of course he wouldn’t do these things out of revenge, he would do them for his own selfish satisfaction, to finally release the desires that this cruel mistress had brought to the surface.
She had aimed to turn him into a prisoner, when in fact she had only awoken a monster with an appetite for something fierce that she was unwilling to hand over.
Reality needed to regain her strength and re-think her strategy, Starscream had given up his name so easily, she had hoped that by now she could have him singing for her and fetching the paper on all fours… but no.
Reality looked down at Starscreams half hooded face, she could see his jaw was clenched and his mouth sat firmly in an expressionless line, it was impossible to read him like this. As a test she brought a servo to his bare groin and took hold of his eagerly awaiting cable, she felt it grow in her servo and her optics darted up to his face that remained expressionless, but his chest was now rising at regular deep intervals.
“Starscream,” she purred.
“Mmhm,” Starscream groaned, fighting the urge to move his hips rhythmically with her servo that was pumping his still growing member, thinking of how her chassis would be moving in time to his body…
“I need to know where your squadron is based,” Reality leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his chest.
“Mmm,” Starscream sighed, slowly rising his waist so it sneakily brushed against her bare chest.
“Please?” her voice was growing higher, and Starscream knew what that meant.
Starscream moved his hips faster, hoping to make the pleasure worth the pain on the horizon, but to his surprise; Reality reciprocated by making the use of her free servo to grasp at his remaining length, continuing the strong up and down motion.
“Ah,” Starscream caught a cry in his throat and lay there with his mouth open as if waiting for the sound to come out.
Reality slowed down, making Starscreams hips do more of the work.
“Faster, please, then I will tell you whatever you want…” Starscream begged, this time bending at his knees to make sure he felt the entire length of his cable travel through her tight servos, he repeated this motion until Reality came to a stop.
“You know the rules, hmmhmm,” she had toned down the sickly squeaky giggle to a high-pitched humming sound, but it didn’t help to ease Starscreams pain receptors that were waiting in raw anticipation. As her servos came away too abruptly, leaving his erect cable unsatisfied, she took her body with them, Starscrem realised he had to do something, if he didn’t answer…
Throo, throo, throo
’What in Primus’ name is that noise?’ Starscream felt his spark skip a beat.
“North side of Kaon, hidden behind a derelict lab,” Starscream sighed.
“What?” Reality snapped, dropping the item that resembled a sander back amongst her belongings.
“My squadron base, it’s in North Kaon, hidden behind a lab. Now, please mistress, I’ve been good…” Starscreams voice trailed off in a victorious purr, but he didn’t sound defeated and Reality knew why.
Reality looked down at Starscream in awe, her optics fell onto his eagerly growing member again, still throbbing to its own rhythm, before falling onto the expressionless line of his mouth.
’It’s the wrong answer.’
Reality was flustered, grateful for the blindfold hiding her confusion. Of course if she hadn’t already been told the correct answers, she wouldn’t have been able to tell… Secretly cursing the blindfold for masking his expression; she approached nearly-motionless Starscream.
Keeping up the act she pressed her servos on the side of his thighs, tracing them up to his chord where she stopped before touching him.
“Mmmm,” Starscream moaned again, “what are you waiting for?” He hissed.
’No’ Reality thought, she wasn’t going to let him lie to her and then get away with it, this mech needed to suffer, but first she needed a moment to gather her thoughts...

“One answer? That’s all you’ve managed to get?”
Reality nodded, keeping a stern and professional facial expression in the presence of her employer; Megatron.
“I will keep trying; I just need a break, he just caught me off guard.” Reality shook her helm, bringing a smouldering cigarette to her plump lips and taking a deep drag.
There was a moment of silence when Knockout walked in, he too had been called on duty for the interrogation; Reality’s methods has been said to get quite brutal...
“Hmm,” Knockout smiled as his optics lingered on Reality’s still open chassis that was partially covered by her arm folded across her waist, “me next,” he purred, winking at Reality before continuing to the computer.
Reality watched him with a hypnotic stare.
Red. Reality loved the colour red.
When red was involved there was much less of this foreplay, as she liked to call it, and much more of the physically satisfying element. Although for a moment she couldn’t help but picture going down on Knockout with a frozen cube of energon between her teeth, tracing it all over his body until it melted in her mouth. She wouldn’t wait for him to beg before she wrapped her cold lips around his cable and…
“Back to work, we will give it another hour.”
“What?” Reality snapped; her wide optics back to Megatron like a rabbit caught in his headlights.
“You can’t win them all, my dear; it would appear Starscream is more loyal than I had thought,” Megatron took the cigarette from her and stole the last pull, blowing the smoke out of a corner of his mouth before he brought his face closer, “back. To. Work,” he grinned, stubbing out the cigarettes embers in the palm of his servo before tipping the ash onto the floor by Reality’s feet.
Reality straightened up her face and became a statue once again, “right,” with a small nod; she spun around and stormed back to the interrogation room with every intention of making Starscream suffer…
Reality never failed.
She entered the washed out white room and saw Strarscream struggling weakly against his restraints.
“Where did you go?” he asked, now his thighs were closed in an attempt to hide his shrunken displeasure at her absence. She watched him for a moment, this hungry mech not yet willing to bow down to her every command and suddenly; she hated this job.
’Why couldn’t he be red?’
Reality stomped her foot to the floor and walked around the chair where Starscream was seated, making the same circles again and again, but this was not enough to build up his anticipation. She needed to turn up the heat.
Turning the light off with a jerk of the switch she swiftly removed Starscreams blindfold.
Starscream blinked, taking a moment to realise the lights had been turned off, but why?
He heard her footsteps approach him from behind the chair, he tried to turn his helm to see her, but he didn’t need to. In one pull the chair had been swiped from beneath him and he crashed to the floor, his body twisted in amongst the chains.
“Ouch!” Starscream cried amongst the sound of dragging chains, “you stupid bitch, what are you playing at?”
“Listen here, Screamy,” this was an entirely new voice, one that held the tone of frustration. In the dark; Starscream smiled, finally he had managed to break her… “I make the rules in here, and you can’t lie to me.”
Smack
Starscream wasn’t shocked when her servo clipped the back of his helm, but it did make him chuckle to himself.
“You think it’s funny?”
“No, I feel bad that you’re not satisfied,” Starscreams deliberate chuckle continued.
Reality put her tongue to her cheek and approached the other end of Starscreams chains, the ones that travelled along the roof and went into a pulley system designed to contort him into whatever she wished. In the dark she couldn’t see what she was doing to him, but she loved guess work and so, while Starscream enjoyed his moment of hysteria, Reality chose two chains at random and tugged as hard as she could.
“Argh! Ow!” Starscream wailed, his screams were actually louder than the chains scratching against the floor.
Reality wondered what delightful pose she would find him in as she turned on the light, but when she pulled on the switch, she hadn’t quite expected to see this.
Starscream was on his knees, with his legs splayed apart revealing his vulnerable chord hanging between his thighs. Reality took this in for a moment before noticing how beautifully his spine had been arched so his wings nearly touched the floor, his arms being pulled under his elegant back with his servos coming out by his knees.
“You’ve never looked better,” Reality spoke in her high-pitched voice, and although her tone was fake, her comment was true. Starscream looked quite pleasant to her now.
“Shit, get me lose now or I swear I’ll…”
“You’ll tell me the truth about your squadron location, or you’re not leaving, sweetie, tee-hee,”
’Oh fuck, the voice,’
“Get fucked,” Starscream hissed, trying to straighten his back and failing.
“Poor choice of words, Starscream,” Reality lowered her voice to the same mature tone that she knew had Starscream in the palm of her servo.
Starscream ceased his struggle and gaped back at her, the shock of his name being said in that delicious tone; it was too much…
Reality knelt down beside him so she could see Starscreams elegantly arched back that she found strangely beautiful, and she could still glance over at his now throbbing cable ready at her disposal.
“Ah,” Starscream moaned, his hips making a light thrust as his member reached its full potential.
The best part about this was; Starscream couldn’t see Reality unless she positioned herself by his upside down helm, so this was working like the blindfold; still to her advantage.
“Please,” Starscream whispered.
“Please?”
“Please, mistress…” Starscream winced in defeat.
“You know what I want to hear…” Reality whispered, stroking a single digit down the arch of his back, making him shudder.
“I told you…” Starscream whined.
“You lied to me, honey,” Reality rose to her feet and put one leg on the other side of Starscreams bridged form, bending over and resting a servo on his chest; she leaned closer until she could see his optics.
Starscream tried to tilt his helm to get a better look at her, looking back into her optics that were alive with hope… what was she hoping for? Did she want him to fight, or did she want him to tell the truth? Starscream was no longer sure which action would grant him pleasure and which would bring him pain.
Starscream wanted it to stop. All of it. He wanted to tables to be turned and have Reality tied to a berth in a room where it was just the two of them, he could satisfy himself and be on his way like the dignified mech that he was. This was humiliating…
Reality reached behind Starscreams back and brought his groin to meet the apex of her thighs, expecting to feel his energy ready to burst at the seams, but the grey mech barely reacted.
“Starscream?” Reality furrowed her brow at his silence. “You know the rules,” the squeak of her voice again.
Starscream couldn’t see what she was doing, but heard what sounded like an aerosol spray, but quieter, followed by a few clicks and ending with a steady sounding gust…
Reality watched the flame go from yellow to blue in front of her optics.
’Turning up the heat indeed…’ smiling to herself, she no longer cared about answers, this mech had ruined her.
Lying… It was a filthy thing to do.
Starscreams optics widened when he saw the flame in the corner of his optics, where Reality had intended him to see it, she wanted to see his bare sculpted frame squirm before she made him scream.
“No, no please…” Starscream shook his helm, wriggling his arms to try and find a way out of this hell.
“Oh, you want me to start down there…” Reality disappeared from Starscreams gaze, holding the flame so it’s path crossed in front of her open chassis.
“No,” Starscream cried, still wriggling.
“Careful…” Reality warned as she knelt down at his crotch, “you don’t want me to slip…”
“Yes I do…” Starscream hissed, and before Reality could react, he managed to jolt the flame from her servos, “Ah!” clipping his own leg with the flame before it fell to the floor, the gas from the container still hissing away erupting heat from the nozzle, burning at the chains below Starscreams aft.
Reality had dashed away the moment the flame left her servos, not wanting to burn her perfect frame, she was currently holding herself in the corner of the room, checking herself for damage before returning to Starscream and giving him the trashing of his lifetime… She had been mumbling to herself, growling her frustrations through her gritted denta and over the sound of her own curse words and the torch still hissing away on the floor, she didn’t hear the sound of chains falling loosely off her prisoners wrists.
“My dear…” Starscream purred in Realitys right audio-receiver.
“Wha… mmmph,” Reality winced as she felt one of Starscreams arms clasped around her waist, knocking the wind out of her body as her back was pressed firmly against his chest. Starscreams other servo had a strong grasp around her mouth, he had been sick of her talking…
Reality struggled, she tried kicking, but Starscream kicked her legs out from under her and stormed forwards, crushing the pink and white femme between himself and the wall.
“Ah,” Reality cringed, Starscream had moved the servo from around her mouth and pushed onto the nape of her neck, her cheek pressed against the wall.
Starscream relaxed his other servo and rested it on her aft, giving a gentle squeeze, making sure his talons scraped her light-pink armour.
“That’s more comfortable, don’t you agree?” Starscream leaned in and purred before playfully biting on the back of her neck.
Reality hissed through her gritted denta before responding, “go ahead, do your worst,” she squinted as Starscream pulled back on the propeller blades attached to the back of her helm.
“Oh no, my dear… I intend to do my best…” Narrowing his optics, Starscream leaned over her shoulder, while still pulling her helm back and softly placed his lips against hers, “oh yes…” he murmured into her mouth while his free servo kept a tight squeeze on her aft.
“Mmmph,” Reality tried to turn her helm away but Starscream pulled harder on her propeller blades, pushing his body closer so his crotch pushed against her aft so his cable would grow up and meet the apex of her thighs.
Reality felt his hard member brushing between her legs, pushing upwards against her crotch plating.
Starscream broke the kiss and moved the servo that had been holding her helm down to the small of her back, pushing her to the wall so he could release the hand from her aft . Gently he stroked around her waist, stopping at her mid-section before letting his servo travel down, all the time gnawing away at the back of her shoulder.
Realitys body trembled in submission as his digits glided over her waist down her abdomen.
Finally his servo had reached her crotch plating, Reality could feel his gentle touch as he slipped a single digit behind the barrier and teased at her port, she involuntarily shifted her hips closer to Starscreams crotch in an attempt to escape his tease.
“Starscream,” she tried that voice again, but that just seemed to make him hungrier. There was nothing she could do, she had lost control and become the submissive. Everything about this was so wrong despite her dripping port saying it was so right…
“Ohh,” Starscream breathed, arching his back and pressing his chest closer to her, his cable rubbing closer to her groin. Returning to his biting, Starscream once again slipped into her crotch plating, but this time he had every intention to remove it, carefully undoing the catch with a single digit, the plating fell to the floor.
Reality struggled again, and to tame her, Startscream clasped the nape of her neck, pressing his body closer, pushing her to the wall, allowing his cable to slide into her ready port.
“Mmm,” Stasrcream purred, feeling weak at the knees as he ignored her body struggling in front of him. He grunted as he lurched his hips forwards, driving his hard cable deep into her port, his denta clenching as he slowly withdrew most of his length.
Reality let out a growl of disgust at how her own body was appreciating the abuse, her port dripping and tightening around Starscreams cable, preparing herself for his pleasure. When Starscream slid his member back into her, she even allowed a cry of satisfaction to escape her curled lips.
“Ahh,” frowning afterwards, she went back to quietly gritting her denta.
Starscream got quicker with every thrust, his warm breath expelling onto her shoulder with every movement.
“Oh, oh, ahhh!” Reality balled her servos into fists, her optics were watering as she tried to fight back against Starscream and her own pleasure.
“No,” Starscream hissed, slowing down, “this is not for you after all, my dear,” Starscream made smaller movements that still caused him great pleasure, while Reality could only feel his cable sliding in and out as Starscream expertly avoided her more sensitive areas.
Starscreams breathing was rapid and hoarse, his knees were going weaker as he felt his abdomen clench, taking hold of her neck with his teeth he sucked hard until Reality cried out from pain.
“Ahh!”
“Oh, yes!” Starscream cried, his voice strained as he felt his cable erupt, pushing his hips forward one last time, spilling his oil inside her and waiting for the numbness of his legs to ease before slowly pulling away, feeling his chord going limp after the exertion.
Starscream fell back into the chair he had previously been chained to.
Reality was still against the wall, breathing heavily from the sexual frustration of not being granted her release, and still fuming from the role-reversal. She had let this situation get out of hand and it was her own damn fault.
“Fuck,” she hissed before re attaching her armour, walking over to Starscream to pick up the remainder of her chest piece, she tried to ignore his narrow satisfied optics and shit-eating grin.
“Cigarette?” Starscream offered, removing a packet from inside his chest plate and pulling two white sticks out.
“I’d better,” Reality bit back as Starscream used the still hissing lit torch on the floor to light both cigarettes before handing one over to Reality.
She took it gently and brought it to her now darker plump lips, allowing it to rest there while she used her free servos to pack away her items.
Starscream watched her moving through the smoke of his own cigarette and narrowed optics; something was playing on his mind.
“I want to hear you say it,” he smiled.
“Say what?” Reality barked, removing the cigarette from her lips and exhaling a large cloud of smoke through her pout.
“It wasn’t so bad; was it?…” Starscream absently flicked some ash to the floor.
“You have no idea,” Reality hissed, grabbing her bag and storming through the door.
“Where are you going?” Starscream called, scrambling to get his crotch plate back on, stubbing his cigarette out on the floor before chasing after her, he realised that the loops of chains were still bound to his ankles, clattering against his armour.

“How did it go?” Megatron murmured, watching Reality storm through, she went to walk right past him, her face like thunder. Megatron held an arm out to stop her and was about to repeat his question when Starscream stalked elegantly from the room with a shitty grin on his face.
Reality heard his approaching footsteps and waited for Megatron to remove his arm so she could leave, but she felt Starscream slink his arm around her waist, pressing his body to hers.
Starscream smiled back at Megatron with the same smug and narrow optics while Reality took several hard drags of her cigarette in the uncomfortable silence.
“Should I buy you dinner, or something?” Starscream had now turned to face Reality, her cheeks were puffed up like a teenager having a tantrum.
“Go fuck yourself,” Reality hissed back, throwing her cigarette butt to the floor and using the same arm to smack Starscream around the face, then walking around him to toward the exit.
Starscream didn’t move, he waited for her to leave with a vacant smile on his features.
As fate would have it; Knockout was on the other side of the door, Reality bumped into him but kept her helm down, flustering with herself as she disappeared.
Knockout watched as her aft swayed from side to side down the corridor, in a perfect rhythm to her tapping heels.
“Aww, you scared her away,” he smiled curiously, coking his helm to the side like he were trying to picture a scenario where she had instead just fallen into his arms and he had whisked her away to the lab… “How’d it go?” Knockout asked cheerfully as he turned into the room, he hadn’t noticed Starscream and Megatron locked in a staring battle; each seemed to be using their best poker face. Feeling the cold air of betrayal between the two eventually urged Knockout to clean up and leave early, Starscream didn’t appear to have sustained any damage from the training exercise so Knockouts services were no longer needed.
Or at least certain services weren’t needed here…