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A Little Game

Film Reel and the DJD vs. Earth's Mightiest Heros (NSFW)

WARNINGS: Descriptions of murder and torture, major character death, forced voyeurism, and sticky sexual interfacing.

<<Proceed with caution>>

"Humans of Earth, not long ago, a ship landed here, obviously not one of Terran origin." Tarn proclaimed. "Inside was a traitor to our cause. Turn them over, or we will be forced to use more of our... desirable methods." The human army stood their ground before the leader ordered the gunners to aim and fire at the DJD. The bullets bounced uselessly against their thick plating. Even the higher caliber weapons did little to deter the Decepticons.

"Shall we?" Kaon asked, not impressed by the humans' efforts.

"Indeed." Tarn replied. He aimed his double fusion cannon and fired at the organics, watching as they tried to scatter away from the blast. Film Reel watched in morbid fascination as the smoke cleared, revealing tons of little charred organic corpses. Using her built-in camera, she zoomed in on the carnage.

"I will not ask again." Tarn warned. Film Reel turned back to her leader.

"You won't have to." A voice rang out. An armored suit descended from the sky. Despite the outward appearance, Film Reel could tell there was a human inside. "Because we're going to stop you from hurting anyone else." Tarn began to chuckle. It was a deep, rumbling sound that caused the other DJD members to take a slight step back.

"Make me." He said, voice low and dangerous. Something green leaped upon Tesarus, who snatched it up in his larger arms. The beast struggled, but to no avail.

"This one has enhanced strength." Tess said with a grin. "An admirable attempt to escape. But alas, no success." There was a loud, pained roar as Tesarus lowered the large green beast into his grinder. Gore splattered everywhere as it crushed and ground flesh and bone with no effort at all.

"No!" The humans screamed in unison. In anger, Iron-Man powered up his arc reactor and fired a large beam towards Tesarus, but Film Reel leaped in the way. The blast knocked her to the ground, her chassis smoking. There was a hole left behind from the attack, and pink energon spilled from the wound. The Pet leaped over her, snarling angrily and catching Iron-Man in its jaws before he had time to react. The turbofox bit down, crushing him as if he were nothing. Blood began seeping out of the armor's seams.

As Film tried to get to her pedes, her proximity sensors picked something up right in front of her. As if reacting to instinct, she clapped her servos together, feeling something crunch. Opening them. She saw a tiny human, much much smaller than the others. Its body was now contorted in a sickening way, blood staining Film Reel's digits.

"Janet!" A human in red suddenly began to grow, towering at the same height as Tesarus. Kaon released a shock of energy that struck the man. The human's body smoked as the smell of burning flesh filled the air before he collapsed with a heavy thud, convulsing violently. Kaon was about to blast him again when something heavy fell from the sky, knocking him down.

Thunder boomed as storm clouds began rolling in. Lightning flashed across the sky before being attracted to Kaon's tesla coils. The lightning only powered him up more. A man seemingly fell from the sky, knocking Kaon to the ground, much to everyone's surprise.

"How dare thee?" Thor yelled. He raised his hammer to strike Kaon. Both Film and the Pet rushed over. The minibot grabbed the human's arm, almost ripping it off his body as the Pet grabbed Thor's torso. The Pet threw the man down, feeling that the human was a lot more durable than Iron-Man. Helex grabbed him before dropping Thor into his smelter, turning the heat up. Thor's body began to burn and melt almost instantly.

"If no one else wants to die," Tarn warned, "I suggest you surrender and turn in the traitor."

"We don't know who you're talking about!" The one in blue said, practically pleading for them to stop the carnage that had killed his friends. Tarn looked down at him.

"I guess there is no point in sparing any of your lives, then." He said. "However..." There was a slight pause as he looked over at Film Reel, who was clutching her chassis.

"Vos, open the ground bridge." Tarn said into his comms device. Blue light enveloped the group before the light disappeared, taking the DJD and what was left of the Avengers with it.

"You're lucky no internal components were damaged!" Nickel said as she finished patching the hole in Film Reel's chassis. "I don't know what he was thinking! Bringing you to the battlefield… you could have gotten more severely injured!"

"S-Sorry, ma'am." Film Reel replied sheepishly. She avoided Nickel's intense gaze. The nurse ex-vented.

"At least you're okay now." Nickel said. "Now get some rest while I have a word with Tarn." Film Reel waited for her to leave before hopping off the berth. After checking that the coast was clear, she snuck out of the medibay. Normally, she would have followed orders, but she wanted to see the prisoners before the DJD handled them. And she wanted an excuse to get away from Nickel's wrath.

Film Reel snuck down to the holding cell where they were keeping the human prisoners. She looked at them. There was only a handful left intact. The rest were either dead or dying. Film Reel was in awe at the resilience of the humans. The Hulk, who had been partially ground up, was still alive but much smaller than before. The charred body of Thor was finally still after having his head bitten off by Helex. Tony, having been crushed and broken by the Pet, was dead. The Wasp had been killed by Film Reel, and Ant-Man was barely hanging in there after Kaon shocked him

"Why are you doing this?" Steve asked. "We told you the truth! We don't know anything." Film Reel was also slightly confused as to why they were brought aboard the Peaceful Tyranny in the first place.

"Let us go!" Hawkeye snapped.

"I don’t know why you're alive." Film Reel confessed. "Has Master Tarn not told you yet?" She tilted her head. Perhaps her leader had something big planned.

"Film Reel!" The blue and white minicon nearly leaped out of her frame. "What have I told you about running off?" Nickel rolled up to her.

"And here I was, thinking you were the only one to have some common sense to at least care about your physical health!" The teal minicon nurse put her servos on her hips. "And don't start with the whole 'but I'm alright, now' slag! I get enough of that from Tarn." Film Reel glanced around nervously, trying to think of a good excuse.

"I... was-" -scared of you, she finished in her head. She was not going to say it out loud.

"She is here upon my request." Kaon stepped out of the shadows. "Tarn needs her for a while." The nurse narrowed her optics, wondering if Kaon was telling the truth. In the end, it didn't really matter too much.

"Fine…" Nickel huffed, "but you better make sure she gets proper recharge, Kaon!" She stormed away.

"Are you doing alright? I'm sorry you got hurt in the fight." Kaon turned his helm in her direction.

"I am alright, sir." She replied. Kaon placed a servo gently on her helm.

"I am glad. The Pet and I were very worried." Despite his lack of optics, Film Reel could see that he was genuine with his concern. He turned to the humans.

"Only 4 remain intact." He said with a smirk. "That should be enough to have fun with." He looked to Film again.

"If you are feeling well enough, Tarn would like you to help with the torture this time." Kaon lifted her chin. "Would you like that?" Film Reel nodded, feeling excited. Kaon chuckled.

"Oh, you're going to have fun." He whispered in her audial, causing a shiver to run up her body. "Let's bring the prisoners to the main deck so we can get started."

"You might be wondering why you're still here." Tarn said, looking at the humans from the prison. There was another cage of humans, many of which were part of the army that had greeted them upon their arrival. "You injured a valuable member of our team, and we can not let that slide."

"However, torture is too easy, so we'll try something else." Tarn was smiling behind his mask. "I am going to give you one task, and perhaps you may live just a bit longer." He said.

"Don't worry, it's nothing too difficult. All you have to do is not look away."

"What happens if we do?" Natasha asked. Tarn gestured to the other humans. Kaon picked one up and threw it to the Pet, who eagerly tore it to bits.

"Does that answer your question?" Tarn asked. The remaining Avengers stared in horror. He turned to Film Reel. She had been waiting patiently for orders.

"It's your turn, little one." He almost purred. "You won't need your camera for this." She yelped in surprise whenTesarus picked her up.

"Open up your panel, Film Reel." Tesarus whispered. "It's time for a reward."

Film Reel whimpered in Tesarus's grasp. He held her legs open with his smaller servos while his large ones clutched her frame. Kaon was positioned in front of her valve, his glossa lapping at her core and sensitive node, preparing her for what was to come. Little shocks of electricity shot through her as his digits skillfully worked her valve, causing her to cry out softly. Behind Kaon, she could see the humans trying to avoid her gaze, but they didn't have much of a choice. If one of them turns away, another random human would be killed.

Another shock from Kaon's digits ran through her frame. Film Reel cried out as she overloaded, her cooling fans on full blast. Kaon pulled back with a smirk. His digits slick with her lubricant.

"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿" Vos asked. He was getting impatient.

"Yes, she appears to be ready." Tarn said. Tesarus set Film down onto her servos and knees. Tarn knelt in front of her while Vos positioned himself behind her, whispering something in Primal Vernacular.

"How does it feel," Tarn asked, "to be watched by humans as you get fragged?" He lifted her chin so she could look at him just as Vos plunged his spike into her. Film Reel let out a grunting moan in surprise, lurching forward slightly. Tarn chuckled, placing a clawed servo on her head before standing up and turning to the prisoners.

"Your life expectancy will be determined by our sweet Film Reel here." Tarn said. "The longer she is conscious, the longer you live."

"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿"

"Let's not end the fun too soon, Vos." Tarn said. Vos let out a gravelly chuckle before he leaned forward.

"So tight." He hissed in her audial. He pushed her front down as he continued to pound into her. It was a rough pace, but not uncommon for the small 'con. He gripped onto one of her shoulders while his other servo dug into the back of her neck cabling. He pressed her down harder, causing her visor to crack ever so slightly on the ground as he overloaded with a gargling snarl. His transfluid dripped from her valve as he took a step back to admire his work, closing his interface panel.

"Aw, Vos, you didn't let her finish." Helex cooed.

"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿" Vos replied before walking out of the room.

Kaon picked her up, laying her chassis down on the table next to where the humans' cage sat. She could see their disgusted expression. Film Reel ignored them as she held her servos out to Helex.

"May I, sir?" Helex didn't need to be asked twice. He stood in front of her as he opened his panel, his large spike landing in Film Reel's waiting servos. She rubbed the appendage, knowing exactly where to stroke and squeeze to get the reaction she wanted. He and Tesarus were much too big for her valve, but they made do with her small servos.

She tried to stifle a moan as Kaon pushed into her, grabbing her hips as she continued rubbing Helex's spike, practically purring in pleasure as Kaon's larger spike stretched her close to her limit. Having been left hanging by Vos, she overloaded quickly, but Kaon didn't stop. Instead, he went harder. He loved overstimulating her. Film whimpered as Kaon sent another small shock through her as he ran a digit over the seams in her plating. She tried to focus on Helex, who was beginning to grind in her servos, the tip of his weeping spike bumping into her mask.

"Why are you making us watch this?" T'Challa asked. "To prove how sick you already are?"

"That is quite the question." Tarn said. "No. It's been a while since Film Reel had been rewarded for her work. We just wanted to make a game out of it." Tarn leaned forward, right to her audial.

"You like this, don't you? You like being on display; showing people who you belong to." A small cry emanated from Film Reel. Tarn was able to use his voice in many different ways. He could literally talk people to death. His voice could shut off a processor, fade a spark... and much more. He liked using his outlier ability on her. It caused a stronger overload to hit her. She let out a shuttering moan just as Helex released his load onto her faceplate. He knelt, using a thick digit to wipe the glowing substance off her visor.

"Good girl." He could see Film's visor begin to flicker. "She already looks about ready to pass out." He chuckled.

"So soon?" Kaon asked. He slammed his spike deep into her. Coolant began leaking from her visor at the intense pressure as he released his transfluid when her valve clenched tightly around his spike. He pulled out before gently pulling her to his chest, wiping the remaining transfluid from her faceplate. "How about one more? For Tarn?" Film Reel looked up at the boss. He stared at her.

"If you would like to stop, we can. It would give the prisoners a little more time to live." His voice was smooth, almost making her overload just by hearing it. She shook her head.

"I want you, M-Master Tarn." She whispered. Tarn chuckled, gently picking her up and setting her on his lap as he sat in front of the cage of humans. His interface panel opened, his spike already pressurized and leaking. Film Reel loved the look of him and couldn't help herself from gently running her digits over it. Tarn didn’t protest and began rubbing his spike against her valve's outer mesh to lube himself up. He was more gentle than Vos and Kaon, slowly pushing into her. He held her tightly in place as he thrust upwards. She was a whimpering mess. Tarn couldn't fully sheath himself into her, but his girth stretched her beyond her comfortable limit. Film Reel didn't mind. Her visor flickered as his claws ran over the seams near her neck.

"You're being so good for me, little femme." He whispered. "You take me so well."

The pleasure was too much. Tarn's voice and slow hard thrusts, the overstimulation, the praise... It was a lot for her to handle. Her helm lolled back against Tarn's chassis, crying out when another intense overload hit her. Her body shuddered violently before going limp, panting hard. The last thing she saw was Tarn's masked face staring down at her before she fell offline.

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