WARNING: There are some slight graphic descriptions and a bit of sexual referencing. You have been warned.

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Strongarm and Windblade paced around the room as the mini-cons watched them. The rest of the 'Bots had been taken out to be put through Primus knows what kind of torture. Neither of them knows what's going on, just that when they woke up Bumblebee and Optimus were missing and the rest were just dragged out of the room and none have returned yet.

While the two are pacing they suddenly hear the door beep, they look and see it open to reveal Thunderhoof and Overload dragging an unconscious Bumblebee. The two 'Cons throw the mech into the room then close the door and leave. Strongarm, Windblade and the mini-cons rush over to the Lieutenant to check him over and see how much damage there is. They immediately notice the cut in his metal on his arm and the frayed circuitry from multiple electrical shocks.

Strongarm and Windblade look at each other with concern written on their faces then looked back at Bumblebee. They both can tell that by the looks of his arm it's most likely beyond repair, the high chances being he would completely lose that arm. When they looked him over some more they noticed the surgical cuts on his side where his T-Cog would be located and figured they had removed it.

"Primus, they really did a number on him." Strongarm says as she carefully turns 'Bee onto his back.

"They sure did. Makes you wonder what they're doing to the others, what they're gonna do to us."

Strongarm looked at Windblade with fear in her optics, she really doesn't want to think what they will do to her. She's a Cadet and she's helped lock away some of them, especially Steeljaw. She doesn't want to begin to think of what kind of tortures they could put her through, especially now after seeing what they did to Bumblebee. She most defiantly doesn't want to think about what the others must be going through right now.

Strongarm is pulled from her thoughts when she hears the door beeping again before opening, she looks to see a few more 'Cons come in dragging Optimus. He's in just as bad shape as Bumblebee. Energon stains laid on his armor where one of his shoulder pads had been ripped off and they noticed he was missing a digit on his left servo. Optimus is slightly conscious but not enough to say anything, all he can do is lay on the ground and moan.

As time passed the others were returned one after the other, all of them having severe injuries. Grimlock had all his digits broken along with damage to his wrist joints. Sideswipe had his knee joints damaged and a long, deep scratch across his chassis missing his spark chamber by a couple of inches. Drift and Ratchet were just badly beaten with a malfunctioning optic and dents in their faceplates and all over their armor along with Energon stains. Strongarm and Windblade also noticed that all of them had their T-Cogs taken out.

Two 'Cons step into the room with Energon for them all just before they take the mini-cons out. After they leave with the mini-cons Strongarm and Windblade take the Energon and gives it to the mechs as they try to tend to their injuries the best they can. The two know that their turn is next and their sparks fill with dread at what they're gonna be put through. After seeing that the others were put through different kinds of torture they know there is no telling what they will do. For all they know they'll return with a whole limb torn off or maybe being blind or maybe even something worse.

The two try their best to push those thoughts aside as they tend to their teammates. As they do so the guys tell them what happened, from being questioned about the cylinder they brought with them to the tortures they were forced to endure for not cooperating. They even mentioned that their T-Cogs had been removed which the two femmes had guessed already but now they have the confirmation.

As soon as they were finished giving aid to the guys the 'Cons returned with the mini-cons and they throw them into the room before once again closing the door and leaving. Despite his injuries and the pain coursing through his body Drift got up and went over to check on his pupils, "Slipstream, Jetstorm, are you two alright?"

Like Drift, their bodies were battered, full of scratches and dents and their T-Cogs were also missing. They both looked up at their master with oil leaking from their optics and they went to hug him. Normally Drift doesn't do hugs but on this occasion he allowed the two to hug him and he hugged them back.

Ratchet went over to his mini-con as well and saw he was the same as the other two, his body all battered and his T-Cog missing, "Oh Undertone..." Ratchet started but cut himself off as he didn't know what to say. Undertone just looked at him before going to hug him.

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Steeljaw sits on his self made throne as he examines the cylinder. He still doesn't know what's inside it as none of the 'Bots are talking and he has yet to figure it out. Though he does have an idea what it could be but he wants confirmation.

He can't help but feel excitement with everything that has transpired. From taking down the Autobots and taking over Decepticon Island, becoming lord over the Island and soon the planet, to torturing Bumblebee and his team. The sick joy he got hearing them all scream in pain as they were electrocuted or got their joints damaged or broken, it was like music to his audio receptors.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears Thunderhoof walking towards him, "What do you want Thunderhoof?"

"I came to ask 'bout the female Autobots. Despite the fact they're Autobots they're still femmes and us mechs could use some fun."

"Just what are you implying?"

"I'm implyin' that we be able to pleasure ourselves with the femmes. I haven' had interface in a long time and I would love some port right 'bout now. And I'm not the only one, the others are craving some port action too."

Steeljaw let out a growl at that notion. He could care less about what happens to the other femme but no mech is touching his Cadet, she is his and his only, "The Cadet is out of the question. But the other one you can have and do with her as you please. You all will just have to share her."

"Whys not the other one?"

"Because I said so!" Steeljaw growled.

Thunderhoof threw up his servos, "Okay, okay, take it easy Steeljaw. I gets it, you want her all for yourself. We'll just take turns with the other one." Thunderhoof then turns to leave but is stopped when Steeljaw speaks up again.

"Don't forget to remove her T-Cog. It's still to be removed like the others."

"Yes Lord Steeljaw." Thunderhoof then takes his leave leaving Steeljaw alone with his thoughts once again. But now all he can think about is his Cadet. The thought of another mech touching her and pleasuring her angered him, especially since she still has her seal. He's gonna be the one who pleasures her and breaks her seal, no other. Just the thought of it excites him and brings him more joy than before. He could already feel his spike prodding at his interface cover, wanting to be released and sunken into her warm and moist port. But he's gonna hold himself back, he's not gonna go to that point just yet. He wants to mark her and claim her first. Which he will do real soon.

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When Strongarm and Windblade saw Thunderhoof come into the room with a couple of other 'Cons they knew it was their turn. The two walks over to them with their helms held high ready for whatever is waiting for them, so they think. There was of course some protests from the guys but they were quickly silenced.

The two femmes follow the 'Cons out of the room and down the corridor as their sparks fill even more with dread. Neither of them knows what is waiting for them and both are slightly scared to find out. But being fighters they put on a strong face to hide their fears and just hope that whatever they're gonna do to them will be done quickly.

When they get halfway through the corridors they both are knocked to the ground. The last thing Strongarm sees is Steeljaw walking towards her with that smug grin of his before everything goes black.