Guilty (Transformers, Quintessons/unamed character, M)

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Title: Guilty
Author: yami_samuraiflo 
Rating: M
Warnings: Tentacles, rape, character death.
Word count: 492
Prompt: Transformers, Quintessons/Anyone - Tentacles - The Sharkitons were by far the most 'popular' way of sentencing the guilty, but they weren't the only one.
Summary: Not everyone end up eated alive by the Sharkitons...

 

“Guilty.”

 

The word echoed throughout the chamber, and the nameless culprit stilled. So that was it. The end of the road.

 

He didn’t doubt for a second what was going to happen to him. The Sharkticons… Slagging monsters! He had seen them kill many of his fellow mechs as he waited for his turn in this parody of a trial.

 

But the sentence wasn’t what he had expected in the least. Instead of being thrown right away to the Sharkticons, strong tentacles send him flying across the room and falling to the floor. Checking his head to clear his CPU, he had just enough time to notice he was surrounded by several Quintessons before he lost himself to their touch.

 

Everything assaulted him at the same time.

 

Gentle probing, harsh caresses, slight pulling at some loose wire, panels of metal carelessly retracted from his body structure… Everything was a mix of pain and pleasure as multiple tentacles, too numerous for him to count, were running on and in his body, rubbing against his sensors nodes.

 

Warnings flashed before him, but he couldn’t quite catch what they were about. Circuits failures, damages to the pelvic armor, pumps acting erratically, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He felt so good. He felt so bad. He didn’t know anymore what he was really feeling. He wanted it to continue. He wanted it to stop.

 

A daring tentacle traced the edge of his spark chamber and he moaned in both pain and pleasure and buckled under the touch. It was… wrong, he knew that, but he was helpless to stop the creatures, and he didn’t even know if he truly wanted to.

 

The tentacle was probing at his chamber, as if trying to find the entrance. Another one searched as well, and the captive mech just cried in pleasure/pain as other tentacles drove their way through his circuits, dismantling some more of his armor.

 

The two around his spark chamber seemed to play with each other, rolling several time around the sensitive metal, going right and left, pushing inside as they finally found the entrance. It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was both and neither at once. It brought him overload, again and again as the game seemed to drawn on forever.

 

Then they started to retract from the inside and rolled themselves tightly around the vital component. The ‘guilty’ mech didn’t even realize what was going on, not even when they started to squeeze him.

 

Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing… And then everything went black. He didn’t even felt himself falling to the ground as the tentacles retracted. He was dead long before he hit the ground, his spark chamber in pieces, debris falling and rebounding on the floor with little crystalline noises.

 

The Quintessons looked calmly at the graying corpse as they retook their places. Well, this one hadn’t lasted for long… too bad. But he was still good food for their pets.