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Prisoner	By : Tennoda Category: +S to Z > Transformers : Unicron Trilogy Views: 1595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dawn couldn’t for the life of her figure out why Optimus was looking at her with such a desperate and fearful look. She couldn’t remember ever seeing the Autobot leader with that kind of expression.
She felt fine. Dazed, but fine. She knew there had been an attack, but she was almost sure she hadn’t sustained any serious injuries. So what was wrong?
She wanted to go to him and assure the mech she loved that everything was fine, but someone else was already holding her on the palm of their hand and she couldn’t get down, even if she hadn‘t felt too dizzy to move.
As the haze cleared up from her mind, Dawn noticed other Autobots rushing to the scene, giving her the same, horrified looks. Hot Shot stopped next to Optimus, clenching his fists furiously.
“Give her back right now, or I swear…”
“You’ll do what?” a mocking and frighteningly familiar voice interrupted. “You pathetic Autobots won’t do anything as long as we have your precious human.”
“Why you…” the yellow mech was no doubt about to do something rash, but Optimus raised a hand in front of him.
A dark laughter close to her sent chills down Dawn’s spine. “Optimus gets the picture. Why don’t you, little Autobot, follow your leader’s example and do nothing.”
That voice Dawn knew the second she heard it. She spun her head back, regretting the sudden motion as it made her head hurt, and let her eyes travel to the face above her. A pair of cold, calculating, red optics looked back at her, making her blood run cold.
“Well, hello there my troublesome human”, Megatron spoke with a deceptively smooth voice and an unpleasant smile. “I believe it’s time for us to get better acquainted with each other.”
Dawn’s heart skipped a beat, as she could guess what was going to happen soon. She turned back to look at Optimus, eyes filled with dread, meeting his optics for a fleeting moment before everything disappeared around her, only to reveal completely different surroundings.
All of the Autobots had been left behind and she was now alone with a bunch of Decepticons, sitting helplessly without her powers, on the hand of their notoriously merciless leader.
Her first panicked thought was that she was going to die there for sure. Then Megatron started talking and she had to question how long it would take before she would welcome the thought instead of fearing it.
“First things first. We need to do something about those inconvenient powers of yours before you get them back.”
Dawn saw Starscream approaching them and briefly considered jumping down and making a run for it, though she knew very well that the fall would break her legs. She knew they were aware of how she lost her powers after sex and the thought of them using that to their advantage sickened her. Unfortunately she didn’t even know where they were. She couldn’t tell anything about the bleak metal room they were in, not even if it was on Earth. If they were on the Moon, there was simply no way for her to escape.
On closer inspection, Dawn could see some kind of small device on the Seeker’s hand and from the way he was looking at her, it was going to be used on her. Her every instinct told her to run and she scrambled to her feet, despite having nowhere to go.
“Now, now”, Megatron jerked his hand enough to make her fall back to her hands and knees. “There’s no need for you to make this unnecessarily difficult for yourself. Just stay still and this won’t hurt.”
It wasn’t easy, but Dawn gritted her teeth and forced herself to keep from moving as Starscream stopped, eyeing her.
“Your arm”, the winged Decepticon demanded shortly. Dawn complied, reluctantly raising her arm in front of her. Starscream pressed the device against it and before Dawn could even start to wonder what it was supposed to do, a severe, stinging pain shot through her arm, making her cry out.
“What do you know”, Megatron chuckled. “I guess it did hurt anyway.”
“We won’t know if it worked until her powers return”, Starscream was already walking away, indifferent to her pain as well as his leader’s amusement. “What should we do with her until then?”
“I’ll leave that up to you. Just notify me when she’s ready.”
Dawn rubbed her sore arm, surprised when Megatron picked her up with his other hand and put her down on the floor. She stood there, clueless, but relieved nothing worse had happened. Not yet at least.
The Decepticon leader paid no more attention to her, leaving the room. Dawn looked around. Starscream was busy ignoring her, but Demolishor and Wheeljack stared at her with strange expressions. She thought they looked conflicted somehow.
It seemed like nobody was sure what to do next and the silence soon became too much for Dawn to bear. “Uh… what now?” she asked warily.
“We wait”, Wheeljack crossed his arms over his chassis.
“So, I’ll just… stay here?”
“If you don’t want to be locked up in your room, then yes.”
They had prepared a room for her? That told Dawn two things. They had planned their attack specifically to capture her and they were going to keep her alive for something. One thing she didn’t understand, though, was everyone’s reserved behavior. Considering how much trouble she had caused them with her powers, she would’ve expected them to use this opportunity to get back at her.
And then those faces. They knew something she didn’t. “Are you going to tell me what you just did to me?”
“You’ll find out soon”, Wheeljack looked away hesitating, like he wasn’t sure whether he should say more. “You might want to get some rest while you can.”
“What for…?” Dawn felt a nervous twitch in her stomach. Being considerate wasn’t exactly a Decepticon trait.
The former Autobot didn’t answer or even look at her anymore, instead walking out the door. “She’s all yours, Starscream.”
Demolishor followed him quickly, shaking his head, and Dawn could’ve sworn she heard him muttering to himself. “It’s not… it’s just not right.”
The situation could’ve hardly been any more foreboding. On the other hand, they were trying to do something different to affect her powers, which, whatever it was, was miles better than the alternative. She hoped.
There was nothing for her to do, so she sat down against a wall, watching Starscream absent-mindedly, while thinking of Optimus and if they had any way of finding her.

It took a few hours before Dawn felt the familiar feeling as her powers began awakening again. It was like one of his senses had been missing, and getting it back sent a wave of relief through her. The whole time waiting and following Starscream around she had planned what to do when it would happen and though she knew she had to be careful not to reveal herself right away, she knew she couldn’t hide it forever.
Dawn thought it best to sit tight and study the place first. She was used to using her ability to sense metal around her, even in larger radius, and when pretty much everything was made of metal, she knew she would get a really clear picture of her surroundings.
She concentrated and got ready to let her extra sense ripple outwards, but immediately doing that caused her to double over in pain. Not expecting something like that to happen, she wasn’t able to stifle a pained gasp, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the Seeker.
“The implant seems to be working. You’re ready then.”
Dawn’s eyes were wide with alarm. “What did you do?!”
“Isn’t it clear? You use your powers, you experience excruciating pain. Try to do something else.”
“No thanks.”
“I didn’t give you an option”, Starscream’s optics narrowed warningly.
Dawn was sure the winged Decepticon had more than one way of forcing her to use her powers if she didn’t do it willingly. She stood up and chose something easy, focusing on moving Starscream’s hand. This time she knew it was coming, but the intensity of the pain still took her by surprise.
“Khhhh… god dammit…” she hissed, hunched over.
Apparently that was enough for Starscream. “Come with me.”
“Where?” Dawn was growing nervous again. “What do you want from me? And why were Wheeljack and Demolishor acting so strangely? Just… tell me something… Please.”
The few hours Dawn had been watching the Seeker, she hadn’t seen one hint of an expression on his face, so she definitely didn’t expect him to care about her pleas. Unexpectedly though, he kneeled in front of her with the same serious look.
“I’m taking you to your room to wait for Megatron. When he comes, he is going to hurt you, don’t expect anything else.”
Dawn swallowed a lump that had suddenly formed in the back of her throat. “What does he want then?”
“Nothing”, Starscream shook his head slightly, his voice getting a darker tone. “As long as you’re here, we have an advantage over the Autobots. No, he’ll hurt you simply because it pleases him. And it will gradually get worse. He’s… insatiable about his delights.”
While the Decepticon had been talking, Dawn’s face had been losing more and more color. Something still bothered her. “Why were those two affected by that? I mean… isn’t torturing kind of a Decepticon thing?”
Starscream watched her quietly and Dawn could see he was unsure of telling her something, but whatever the reason, he decided to do it anyway.
“He will most likely rape you.”
The last of Dawn’s courage drained from her as she stared blankly at the mech, her mouth half-open, but words unable to come out. Finally she just lowered her eyes and turned away, hugging herself tightly. When she spoke, her voice was thick with the emotions she was holding back.
“Thank you… for telling me.”
“It doesn’t change anything.”
“It does”, Dawn turned back sharply. “Now I’ve got time to process this here and not in front of him. I know it’s not much, but right now I need something… anything to…”
Starscream said nothing, intending to stand up, when Dawn called his name. He stopped with a questioning look.
“Did he… has he hurt you too?”
Her tentative question seemed to have the same effect on the Seeker as if someone had slapped him in the face. Dawn almost felt sorry for him and withdrew her question.
“Forget I said anything, it’s just… the way you act and how you talk about his… ways.”
Starscream got up, his face again an emotionless mask. “We have to go now.”
Dawn wasn’t sure she could make her legs move as the terror hit her again with full force. Somehow she managed, and all too soon they were standing in a spacious, but scarcely furnished, windowless room. Her eyes were drawn to the middle of the room to a human-sized, uncomfortable looking double bed with few covers. She quickly looked away, turning to inspect what obviously was some sort of a bathroom made for her size as well. She hoped there was some way to wash up.
She heard the heavy thumps of Starscream’s steps as he turned to leave. “There’s some food in there”, he pointed to a container next to the wall. Then, as an afterthought, he added quietly. “Try not to fight back. He likes it.”
The door slid shut behind the Decepticon and Dawn had nothing anymore to distract her from what was coming. She was grateful for the little bit of kindness or more likely pity Starscream had shown her, and would’ve preferred having him there to being left alone with her thoughts.
She explored what little there was to explore in the room, luckily finding a crude, but functional shower, and returned to the door, hoping she would find a way to open it. However, every attempt she made to study or manipulate the metal, ended quickly with the pain paralyzing her. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Dawn looked reluctantly at the bed, not really wanting to get on it, but she didn’t know how long she would have to wait and wallow in her fears, so sleep seemed like the better option. Surprisingly, it didn’t even take long until she was drifting into the merciful dream world, where her imagination thankfully left her in peace.

Waking up again in turn was a nightmare.
Dawn was startled awake by a noise she didn’t recognize. She stared stupefied at a strange wall, before her memories came flooding back. Her eyes widened and she sprung up in the bed, turning to face the door and the horror that awaited her.
Megatron.
Immediately she jumped out of the bed and started backing away, seeing the holoform and knowing why the Decepticon was using it. What frightened her even more was that the holoform, though much smaller than the real mech, still was a lot bigger than a normal human. Optimus had always taken her into consideration and adjusted his size to fit her perfectly, but it was terrifyingly clear Megatron wasn’t going to do that.
He seemed pleased by the horrified look on her face. “I must apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. The work around here just never gets done.”
Dawn was on the verge of panicking, frozen in place as the Decepticon leader approached her slowly, stalking.
“But, what was it you humans say… ah, work hard, play hard”, there was a dangerous gleam in the red optics. “And now it‘s play time.”
Dawn still couldn’t move as Megatron came to circle around her, stopping behind her. Not until she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed angrily, pulling away from the touch.
Megatron sneered. “Good. You’re not too discouraged to put up a fight. That should make things more interesting.”
Dawn tried to turn around, but the Decepticon leader grabbed her by the hair, giving it a painful tug that forced her head back.
“Feel free to use your powers all you want”, Megatron mocked her, leaning so close she could feel his breath on her exposed neck. Dawn remembered well Starscream’s warning, but she didn’t know how she was supposed to do nothing when the mere thought of the ruthless Decepticon leader touching her was repulsive.
“I would if I could”, she tried to sound defiant, which didn’t quite work as she could hear herself how shaky her voice was. “But since you know I can’t, what you’re doing is pointless.”
“Oh?” Megatron sounded curious. “And how do you know what I’m going to do?”
Dawn said nothing. She didn’t want to give away the only ‘con who she had seen doing even a little bit of good.
“I see I need to make one thing clear right away”, Megatron spoke as if having a casual conversation, then without a warning, took her arm and twisted it violently behind her back. “When I ask you a question, you will answer. How long I will have to persuade you is up to you, but eventually you will tell me what I want to know. Every time.”
Dawn’s breathing was quick and shallow as she fought to endure the sudden pain in silence, very tempted to use her powers despite the consequences.
“But don’t get me wrong”, the large Decepticon tightened his grip and pushed her arm even further, making her wince and let out an agonized groan. “I don’t need you to give me an answer straight away. The longer you take, the more I get to see you writhe and hear you scream.”
Dawn already knew her arm was going to bruise and she was afraid it would break if the powerful mech continued twisting it more. “I… I heard it from Starscream.”
The pain stopped and she was free. She turned around, holding her aching arm. Megatron stood still with a thoughtful look, which soon turned into amusement.
“Yes, I suppose he would guess my plans.”
Dawn couldn’t tell what was going on inside the Decepticon’s head, but she was fairly sure she had just gotten the Seeker in trouble. She felt surprisingly bad about it. “What did you do to him to make him like he is?”
For a second, Megatron looked somewhat surprised. “Now, I know he wouldn’t have told you about that.”
“He didn’t. I guessed it.”
“Well, I can tell I have a lot more planned out for you than I’ve had for him.”
That wasn’t something Dawn was happy to hear and she instinctively took a step back. “I told you I can’t use my powers. And you don’t even like humans, that much is clear. So why…”
“Why would I lower myself to interfacing with you? Because Optimus does so.”
Dawn stared at the mech in shocked disbelief. “What?”
Megatron stepped towards her again, driving her back until there was nowhere for her to go. With a wicked grin he closed his large hand around her slender throat, applying just enough pressure to scare her without cutting off her air completely.
“Because”, he brought his face right in front of hers. “Optimus will eventually realize he can’t find you and that he needs to offer something valuable enough to trade for you. When that happens, I want to see the look on his face after he gets you back broken and tainted.”
Dawn was stunned speechless by the deep hatred the Decepticon harbored for the Autobot leader. She couldn’t help her face giving away every fearful thought running through her mind. Not even the promise of being freed someday could help when she knew she would face a frightening amount of pain and humiliation before that.
Megatron was savoring every bit of her anxiety, chuckling to himself. “But enough waiting, I have only so much patience.”
“N-no!” Dawn panicked, uselessly trying to detach the metal fingers from her neck, while the Decepticon pulled her away from the wall and walked her backwards towards the bed. He shoved her on it, towering over her for a second before following her with one knee on the bed, intending to remove her clothes.
Feeling the button from her pants being torn open or possibly off and the metal touching the skin under the fabric was too much for Dawn. She pressed her hand against the mech’s arm, unintentionally spicing the touch up with her powers.
It did something, but she couldn’t tell what. The pain following the careless act was blinding and made her body seize up. For a while she was completely helpless and easy prey for the roaming hands.
Then she realized, like waking up from a dream that she had been turned on her stomach and her legs had been separated. A wave of absolute fear washed over her and she started kicking and struggling to get up, but a heavy weight pressed on her back, preventing her from escaping.
“Let go!” she shouted desperately, getting only a sinister laugh from the Decepticon.
“Behave, little female, or I’ll have to skip this part.”
Dawn was close to tears, shaking as one of Megatron’s metal fingers began exploring her vulva. As soon as he had found her entrance, he pushed the digit in all the way. Dawn tensed up, digging her fingers into the bed covers and letting out a choked whimper.
She could feel the thick finger moving inside her, stretching and testing her, and it sickened her. She wished Optimus was there to save her, but immediately thinking of him seeing her like that made her feel mortified.
She was starting to see where Megatron was going with the whole thing. Even if she could return to Optimus, would she ever be able to face him? Or be intimate with him?
“Well, well… I’m sorry to tell you…” Megatron sounded anything, but sorry as he slowly pulled his finger almost out of her. “…but I have some serious doubts, whether you can take all of me.”
“Still”, he continued, lowering more of his weight on top of her and whispering into her ear. “We are going to have fun trying.”
With the end of his sentence, Megatron added a second finger and shoved both of them in again. Dawn lost control again, this time badly.
The wave erupted from her with enough force to throw the large holoform off of her. It was one of her most powerful and energy consuming attacks and it came with a cost.
She screamed, praying she would pass out as whatever the Decepticons’ device had done to her burned her entire body from the inside mercilessly. Finally after what seemed like an eternity her screams died down to erratic sobbing.
She lay limply on her side, her body as well as her will drained. She just waited.
“Your persistence is entertaining, but I think we both know you can’t take much more of that.”
Dawn couldn’t argue with that. She let herself be turned on her back, staring dully at the figure standing in front of the bed and the glowing red optics that held only selfish pleasure from watching her suffering.
“Since you decided to ignore my earlier warning, let’s cut to the chase then.”
Dawn didn’t want to look, but she didn’t dare to look away either as Megatron opened the panel on his crotch and presented her the enormous spike he was soon going to ram into her. Her breathing quickened again as her legs were grabbed and she was pulled closer.
“If you feel you can’t take it anymore, you can always try to beg”, Megatron’s voice was heavy with undisguised arousal as he grabbed and lifted her hips, positioning her for better access. “You never know, I might let you go sooner.”
Dawn wished she could’ve told the mech to go to hell, but she was scared and hopeless and all too close to accepting his offer. She turned her head to the side, not wanting to see anymore what was coming.
Her lower lip quivered as the tip of the metal appendage brushed against her thigh. She closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else, the base, her friends, Optimus…
Megatron thrust the spike forcefully in with one move and Dawn tensed and screamed again. No, no, it didn’t fit, it couldn’t fit! She couldn’t even catch her breath when he already pulled back and assaulted her again, and again, pushing a little deeper every time while drawing agonized cries from her.
“Slag… you… are… tight!” the Decepticon leader grunted, pausing and flashing a crooked grin. “I might get used to this.”
Dawn was shaking uncontrollably, hardly noticing the tears that ran down her face. Even the slightest movements hurt so bad. She didn’t even want to think how damaged she would be after the cruel mech was done with her.
“P-please… stop…”
Megatron’s optic ridge arched questioningly. “That didn’t take long. Unfortunately, my dear girl, I have no intention to stop here.”
Still buried inside her, the large Decepticon lowered her back on the bed, moving to lie on top of her. He was far from gentle and Dawn could feel his sheer weight crushing her. When he started pounding into her again harder, every thrust knocked a breathless whimper out of her.
There was nothing she could do, but take the brutal abuse. The searing pain was continuous and having Megatron’s gaze fixed on her face the whole time, drinking in every little detail made it so much worse.
Dawn had no way of telling how long the torment lasted, but eventually the pace started getting quicker. Megatron propped himself up, grasping her shoulder tightly with one hand and pushing her leg further out of the way with the other.
She could breathe a little better after the weight from her chest was gone, but it wasn’t much of a consolation. With the air flowing freely, her cries got louder, which only seemed to be a turn-on for the Decepticon.
Dawn was lost in the endless agony, finally passing out, but only for a couple of seconds. When the moving suddenly stopped, it took her a while to understand that the mech was done.
He wasn’t pulling out, though, so Dawn closed her eyes, expecting continuation. Megatron grabbed her by the chin and Dawn reluctantly opened her eyes to look at him.
“Yes, that‘s it”, he spoke with a low, satisfied voice. “That defeated and anguished look is exactly what you’re going to show Optimus.”
Just as Dawn thought he couldn’t do anything worse, Megatron leaned back down and pressed his mouth roughly on hers, forcing his tongue past her lips. She felt like gagging, fighting weakly to stop the new intrusion, but the mech’s tongue kept ravaging her mouth unhindered.
For some reason Dawn hated him almost more for the grotesque kiss. When she kissed someone, it was out of love, not like what the Decepticon was doing, claiming and humiliating her.
After a while Megatron pulled his tongue back and ended the kiss by biting her lip. Dawn winced, feeling the sting and suddenly tasting blood.
“Bit by bit, I‘m going to take every good memory you have”, the Decepticon gloated. “And replace them with pain and fear.”
He pulled out of her with a wet sound, leaving her breathing shallowly as she tried to stay still to get the pain to subside. It would be a miracle if she wasn’t torn in more than one place.
Megatron got up, admiring his handiwork. “Rest now. We’ll continue this after your powers return again.”
Dawn’s look must’ve been something, since it got a sadistic smile from the Decepticon leader. “I wouldn’t want to leave you without a fighting chance.”
With a final malevolent laughter he was gone. Dawn didn’t even think of moving for a long time, wishing she could just disappear too. How she was supposed to survive something like that for days, maybe weeks, she didn‘t know. She feared she wouldn’t.
Never had she missed someone as much as she did Optimus and the soothing aura he seemed to have around him. She burst into tears, turning painfully to her side and hiding her face under her arm. Eventually her brain shut down and she fell unconscious, mercifully unable to feel anything for a while.
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