Author: Lordriochi PM
Blackarachnia is captured and gets brought back to Cybertron. In turn of facing her fears, she is being examined like some lab experiment. She gets more than bedside manners. Dedicated to an artist on Deviant Art!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Blackarachnia & Red Alert - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,644 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 11-22-09 - Published: 11-21-09 - id: 5525716
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Also dedicated to 23isthenumber from Deviant Art
Blackarachnia kicked at the femme at vain, but there was no use, the scalpel was getting closer to her chest. Blackarachnia screamed loudly and started thrashing around, doing anything to escape. In the midst of the struggling, Blackarachnia was able to kick the femme back. She recovered quickly.
"It seems you need to calm down, let me help you with that." The femme grimaced, reached into a drawer and pulled out a long needle.
As the needle was filled with a chemical in a jar, Blackarachnia tried even harder to escape. The needle was soon filled with the liquid. The femme walked back to the techno organic. Blackarachnia was still struggling wildly, but she was starting to tire. She was hungry, drained of energy. She didn't have anything to eat since she was stranded on that different section of that planet.
The needle finally pierced her flesh on her neck, injecting the chemical. Her body slowly started to numb, weakening her even more. Blackarachnia finally gave one last kick at the femme, her foot going over the medic's shoulder. The femme smiled and proceeded to move her scalpel downwards to Blackarachnia's breastplate.
Blackarachnia screamed her protests and threats at the femme, as the blade started to cut through her breastplate. "Please, you don't need to do this, can't talk about this?"
"Sorry, but it's my objective is to see understand and see how to you are online."
"Listen you two bit bitch nurse! If you touch me, I will make you wish you were never online!" "You are not in position to be talking, so I suggest you mute your vocal circuits or I will do it for you."
Blackarachnia kept screaming and protesting, as the blade was cutting through.
She never liked her body looked at ever since that solarcycle. What she hates the more are nurses and doctors. Even when she was Elita One, she was always nervous about going to see the doctor. She had the fear of being raped since there were several reports of femmes being tricked by frauds.
Finally the scalpel cut the breastplate cleanly in half. "Let's take a look at what's under there."
"NO!" The femme removed the armour halves, exposing Blackarachnia's breasts.
When she was Elita One, her breasts were oval and small. After that transformation, her chest grew twice the size. In shame of her organic half, Blackarachnia had covered her breasts with a tight fitting plate of armour.
"Interesting, I wonder what this feels like." The femme grabbed one of Blackarachnia's breasts and squeezed it. Momentarily shocked, she tried resist the pain. The femme changed her scalpel back into her right servo and started to fondle the breasts. Blackarachnia was surprised at first, the hard, sturdy metal touching her soft organic flesh. Pleasure throbbed through the half organic as the rubbing began faster and faster. She started to blush from the rubbing. Her breathing was getting short and was softly moaning. At last, the pleasure was too much. The intimacy fluid rushed out of the front of her lower armour. The femme looked at the liquid dripping from the techno organic.
"So this is your first time hmm? You are too easy to please." The medic started to kiss the techno organic in the lips. Her glossa entered Blackarachnia's mouth. Blackarachnia shivered again as the cold, wet, soft glossa licked away at her tongue. The glossa licked away at the fangs. As her glossa explored Blackarachnia's mouth, her servos fondled the breasts.
Suddenly, Blackarachnia bit down on the medic's tongue, tasting sweet energon.
The medic recoiled back.
"Apparently you aren't submitting, too bad I have to do this." The medic changed her right hand back into a scalpel and moved it down to the leaking lower armour.
Blackarachnia tried to kicking, but her legs remained stiff. She was slowly starting to fall in stasis from the injection.
"Don't worry; this is just a medical check up."
To be continued
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