Transformers Lemons 1

Multiverse Nemesis Prime X Cybertronian Femme Reader

Warnings: Rape(kinda), death and gore, slight creepiness, bathroom rape, videos of decepticon executions, and kidnapping.
Requested by: Flowers_on_knockout

Note: For very little of you, not at all of you. Please stop pming me that people are copying. I already know. Not copying my lemons but some of my ideas and some of my writing styles. There's someone I know who basically likes to compare our writing and say I adapted things from them when really they adapted things from me. I know this because their writing was ulimatley awful before they met me and discovered my book. I have done terrible writing in the past but I self repaired it by writing what I'm interested in. If you like my writing styles or you like the genres I use then you can use it. I dont mind at all. I love it when people show me they are fans of me. But if you try and say that you thought of it on your own especially after you have been talking to me and studying my stories far too closely then I'm going to need you to take a seat down and reevaluate your life.

But enough of that lets skip to the lemon ;)

"Are you even paying attention?"

You adjusted your posture in your chair as your co-worker explained a task that you had to do today.

"Yeah...I am."

"Get enough recharge last night?"
She giggled.

"No, I had a vivid nightmare."

Arsyn put a servo on her hips.

"Well shake it off! You have something important to do today."

You nodded and began focusing on what was going on.
She showed you a data pad that had an encrypted lock on it. The tablet had scratches and a blue dried up smiley face that had been drawn on it with some kind of fluid. No doubt blood if it belonged to a decepticon.

"They tried to unlock it but whoever this thing belongs to is smart. This is where you do your job and unlock it and then take notes on the contents."

Working at a autobot data bank meant things like this happened very often. You were a hacker or a more legal term would be called a decoder. You werent the best but you were the only one who decided to get involved with the datapad. All the other hackers wouldnt dare look at it.

You could admit it did look rather ominous. The smiley face appeared to do more harm than good. You turned it on and noticed the disturbing wallpaper.

"What the?"

It appeared to be a mutilated mech dangling from a light fixture in a dark room. Who ever it belonged to was definitely sick in the helm. You plugged the data pad into a docking station before you began decoding it.

Unknown Con Base

Nemesis pushed the severd helm off his desk. He couldnt find his datapad. His favorite one. The one he would take to the battle field with him to capture memories. He thought about where he was prior. He had been on autobot territory taking back a soldier who had decided to change sides and he delivered the mech to the djd. That datapad had a lot of high rank information on it. If it was just the torture videos he would have just forgotten about it and hoped a sparkling found it.

This datapad had djd drop off schedules, fragments of The List, designations of red rank mechs, arsenl passcodes, keycard encrpytions and a lot of blackmail. He had information on it that the djd would torture him for if he lost it.

He discreetly commed Swindle and asked if he had a datapad tracker in stock.
Swindle had confirmed his necessity and asked for nemesis to send a mech to pick it up from one of the brothels he owned.