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The night was frigid, biting at Mikaela’s bare thighs like a hungry dog in heat trying to breed a bitch. She waited outside of the old junkyard, waited for her ride to get here, and soon began to wish she'd brought a thicker jacket, or an actual shirt. Crop tops on a cool Californian night was a good way to end up in Miss' Banes situation, freezing her toned abs off. Granted there was a lot that came to play about her situation, more than just her choice of attire, which despite the disadvantage of feeling cold, hopefully would soon give her an advantage well worth the chill that made her shiver. Her glazed and toned abs were tight in the cold weather, and they weren’t the only things suffering. It was agony for her poor breasts, the fabric felt too tight, and the lack of bra also meant that her bare nipples were rubbing right on the fabric. It drove her crazy as her mounds that had gained some heft over the last couple years were now more sensitive than ever.
She could have been working on other things, she could have been fixing up the sleek beauty in her garage, she could be watching tv, hell, she could be sleeping. But her sense of duty, her mission, and her sense of self preservation all dictated that she should be out here right now. Dressed like a biker who whored herself out to occasionally cover her bar tabs.
It was cold, had she brought that up? It felt like something that felt worth repeating. Anything to keep her thoughts off the dead weight in her stomach. The encroaching feeling of dread that made her feel heavy, and at its source was a hard drive in her pocket. It felt heavier than an engine block. She realized that it's probably because she knew what it held.
Secrets, schemes, schematics.
Detailed plans of equipment and numbers and weaponry. All things that she'd taken from the Autobots. It was out of date of course, she couldn't just sell out her friends like that. But the Decepticons didn't need to know how old the information was.
All that mattered was that she was getting profit from it, getting tech and salvage in exchange so that she can help arm the resistance. To protect humankind from the war that she knew was fast encroaching.
But this, this made her feel dirty. So many people she was lying to, it was just like college all over again, lying to everyone, pretending to be someone else. She was so done with it. But this was for the good of so many, it was worth it. She needed to do this right, sell the pitch on the first attempt.
And so she dressed like this, she knew that some of the decepticons and autobots found the humans enthralling and attractive. She could pretend for whatever greasy robot guy came her way. All she had to do was think about them as the car they were.
This shouldn't be a problem.
Hopefully
It was only a moment longer that she had to wait out there in short cut off jeans, showing off a lot of her toned and rather shapely legs and hips. Plush rear peeking out from under the weathered edges of the fabric. The cushioned ass was the same bronze tan as the rest of her skin. Day after day under the sun, under the hood of a car, breasts hovering over the engine block as she rooted around inside of the sleek beast’s insides. The peeking skin and her powerful thighs were treated to a harsh warmth from the southern sun. The warmth on her rear was something she’d come to love when she had her time with cars. Even so far to find that heated leather seating under a bare ass was her guilty pleasure when it came to custom cars. That heat and texture on her skin, against her cheeks and slit was almost as wonderful feeling as testing to see how far her new driving beast could go.
But instead of heat against her ass, it was freezing off. Another quick look from side to side, getting a look down both sides of the street, looking for headlights. And then she caught them, the streetlights gave her a view of the red powerful beast coming her way. A gorgeous metal specimen cruising down the street so smoothly, she watched as the muscle car came in even closer, and she could see the clear definition on it. Part of her didn’t realize that it was her target, and she just wanted to get under that hood, see what engine it was packing, what the underside looked like. All those thick pipes and powerful specs.
It slowed down next to her, the engine still growling and rumbling. The door swung open, giving her a view of the warm sleek leather seats, the empty seats. No hologram inside, nothing fancy, aside from the beautiful leather insides of the car. She could see the insides shaking, shivering. Twitching. Alive.
As horrible as these mechanical beasts could be, she did have to admit, for someone who’s life revolved around cars, who breathed in the wonderful aroma of oil and grease, they were beautiful. In their own way. This red deception before her was a display of that. The insides of the car seemed almost alive. Like she was looking into someone's chest, at the warm insides. The car seemed to almost breathe, there was a subtle way that the insides looked like an organ. Hot and fleshy, hidden just beneath the metal, beneath the leather.
“Get in. You can oogle me from inside”
She heard the voice from the inside, a powerful voice, one who's authoritative tone broke her from her marvelling stupor, with a lull of sweetness to it. Like someone who knew how to actually talk to people. And one that wasn’t just dripping in masculinity. In fact, Mikaela realized that she had begun obeying, moving to slide onto the warm leather. Feeling it against her bare thighs, the small of her back. And she was right. This felt alive. In an entirely different way than the Autobots did. Different from any other car she'd ever been inside. The door closed behind her and the seatbelt flew across, pressing against her breast and almost cradling her hip. Even the texture of the seatbelt felt different. It felt like she was being touched. Groped.
But the sensation of a car doing it to her was a stark contrast to whenever she'd feel a man's touch. Or even a woman's touch. This was, different. In a way that didn't bother her, even though something in the back of her head told her it should. A small wriggling doubt.
“Feel free to pick something on the radio while we drive, Miss Banes.”
The robotic voice offered, silky smooth, and yet somehow vibrating her whole body. As the words spoken out she realized that the radio was on, playing something, something just barely audible. But she could feel it. The car’s bass system occasionally gave her a thumping vibration through the seat.
“I’m fine.”
She responded, disinterested. Not wanting to talk or interact with this decepticon more than she needed to. She knew how skillful their robotic tongues could be.
“Well, this shouldn't take too long. We'll just get to where we need to be and I'll make sure you're well rewarded for that hard drive you have on you.” the voice continued. Her low sultry purring tone filling the air around Mikaela, and suddenly she didn't feel so cold anymore. She actually felt rather warm.
“I'm Shatter, by the way, dear.” the Decepticon spoke up after a moment, pulling out onto an empty highway.
“Okay?” Mikaela responded, her tone biting. Trying to keep her composure, her mind and body already feeling weird. This whole situation left her feeling weird. Feeling off balance. Dolled up and wearing practically nothing, and trapped and strapped down inside a giant alien car lady.
“Well, I thought it would only be nice to give you my name. You might need to know it later.” the voice purred, as the engine suddenly revved and the seatbelt tightened. Grinding into her chest, rubbing against her nipple beneath the thin cloth. Mikaela felt a tingling running through her. A shiver, a pulsing throbbing. And then she realized that the seat was practically vibrating against her.
And something about all this made her feel little again. Like when she first found out about how good it felt to touch herself, and she wanted to grind herself up against everything. Except now that a car was rubbing up against her.
Her cool composure was beginning to crack. She suddenly felt weird. Being objectified by an object.
“How…. How about I just give you the hard drive now and you wire me the money directly?” she spoke up, trying to keep her voice form. In control. She was in control.
“Oh, sweetheart. I told you you'd be well rewarded. I never said anything about money.”
What?
Mikaela suddenly went rigid, as she reached out, attempting to unbuckle her belt. But it tightened. The belt strapped across her. Digging into her breasts. Into her belly. Into her body. She was restrained. Unable to even move forwards. She could feel the hot inside of the car becoming more oppressive than before.
“Oh? Are you trying to escape? How cute… you humans can be so adorable sometimes.”
Mikaela unbuckled herself, the sudden loss of tension. Of the Decepticon’s restraints, she frantically attempted to open the door. Only to feel it stuck. Fully locked. And then she adjusted, moving instead to grab the wheel. Getting up and attempting to move into the driver's seat, as her leg moved over the console, she suddenly felt the stick shift move, slamming right into her thigh, putting the car into a sudden break. Mikaela’s face instantly hitting the dashboard.
A sick crunching noise filling the air, and then darkness.
Warm darkness.