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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’s first time being tormented by Megatron was over and she had fallen unconscious from the immense physical as well as the emotional strain. Too soon she was awakened again by someone calling her name.
It was a struggle to get back to the real world and once she did, she was greeted by throbbing pain and humiliating memories, making her immediately hope she could just go back to sleep and stay that way.
Opening her eyes slowly, Dawn was met by a sight that didn’t encourage her to wake up any faster. She tried to instinctively sit up and cover her still naked form, which proved to be a huge mistake as she gasped loudly from a sudden stabbing pain in her lower body, falling back down.
Starscream’s holoform stood next to her bed, watching her with an unreadable look. Dawn sighed, turning her eyes to the ceiling, wondering why she even cared. She was already humiliated beyond belief.
“What?” she asked tiredly.
The Seeker was silent for a moment. “Get up. You need to be cleaned and your injuries treated.”
Dawn couldn’t help, but let out a sarcastic laugh. “He sent you here… to do that? Do you even know anything about humans?”
“Yes. Enough at least.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll manage.”
Starscream’s voice was emotionless. “Neither of us has a choice.”
“Of course not”, Dawn made another, this time more careful attempt at getting up, grimacing and gritting her teeth when the pain got worse. “He knows what you told me. Sorry. He was twisting my arm about it, quite literally.”
“I don’t care”, the winged Decepticon wasted no time, taking a hold of her as soon as she had sat up, surprisingly carefully lifting her up in his arms.
Dawn winced as her bruised shoulder connected with hard metal, but she let Starscream carry her without protesting. Even though it seemed the Seeker wasn’t affected by what had been done to her, she could’ve sworn that wasn’t the case. She could sense it under the unresponsive act. Strong emotions, just hidden for so long.
Maybe it was because she knew she wasn’t the only one Megatron had abused. And Starscream had been by his side for ages, it was no wonder he had formed a tough shell around him.
Dawn took refuge in her ponderings, hardly reacting to anything happening around her. The Seeker helped her shower and scanned her quickly, and she let him do everything without resisting.
Until Starscream wanted her to lie down and spread her legs. Dawn snapped out of her thoughts, the very recent, bad memories visible on her startled face. The winged Decepticon hesitated, his voice softening just a bit.
“You’re not as badly damaged as I expected, but I still need to treat you. I won’t… do anything else if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Dawn really didn’t want to do it, even when she knew he wasn’t trying to hurt her, but she had already learned she had no choice in anything. She got down slowly, pressing her hands against her chest to stop them from shaking.
As soon as Starscream sat down next to her and touched her leg, she flinched, fighting the urge to flee by forcing herself to talk. “W-why is he making you do this?”
“He wants to make sure you won’t die when he still has use for you.”
“Do you know when he’s going to…” Dawn had a hard time asking the question. “…come back?”
“No…” Starscream was obviously avoiding her eyes.
“You have to know something.”
“What’s the point? Whenever he will come for you again it’s still going to be too soon.”
Dawn had no good answer to that. He was right. She fell into a gloomy silence, trying to separate herself from reality again, which was extremely difficult when the Seeker’s hands kept working on her bruised lower body. Something stung her and she let out a faint whimper.
Starscream sighed heavily, and it was like a mask had been removed from his face. “Look. I’m not without sympathy for you. I know… what he can do. We might be enemies and you might think what you want about us, but even we are not without honor. And this… this is far from honorable.”
“What he’s doing is sick and twisted.”
“And unfortunately I think he enjoyed you considerably more than he has enjoyed my company lately. For your sake I hope you get to go back to the Autobots soon.”
Dawn was surprised to hear the Seeker opening up about his abuse, as well as hearing him sympathizing with her situation so much. “How can you stay here?”
Starscream turned away, apparently done with treating her, and smiled bitterly. “I’ve sworn an oath to Megatron and I must keep it.”
Dawn sat up with mixed feelings. “You… you really are something else, you know that?”
Starscream scoffed. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”
Dawn wasn’t sure why she did it. Ignoring her pain, she scooted closer to the winged mech, who looked at her with a confused expression. She raised her hand to his face, studying it closely.
“Definitely a good thing”, she gave a small, but genuine smile. “You’re honorable and kind. Not really something I’d expect from a Decepticon.”
Starscream looked somewhat embarrassed, but Dawn wanted to believe that secretly he was also pleased by her words.
“I… I’ll go now”, he muttered, pulling away from her touch. “You’re fine. Well, not fine. As fine as can be expected. You’ll find spare clothing in the wash room.”
Dawn was left staring at thin air as the Seeker abruptly turned off his holoform. She didn’t know what to make of his hasty exit. Still thinking about their conversation, she got up and limped back to the makeshift bathroom. To her relief, there really was a bathrobe that she quickly used to cover herself up, not even caring to question how the Decepticons had acquired everything for her.

The next day Megatron came again. This time Dawn refrained from using her powers, instead running away from him as long as she could. The Decepticon leader didn’t seem to mind, accepting the challenge. She managed to keep her distance for a while, but little by little he backed her down to a corner, until she tried a desperate dash past him and got caught by his powerful arm.
Dawn fought furiously to get away, but the iron grip around her waist didn’t loosen. From the hungry look on Megatron’s face she gathered he had been looking forward to this. She knew Starscream had been right.
“Feeling frisky today, are we? That’s fine. Struggle as much as you want.”
Dawn didn’t stop fighting for a second as the enormous holoform dragged her towards a wall. She heard a swishing sound, like a panel opening, but couldn’t twist herself enough to see what the atrocious Decepticon was doing. Whatever it was, it had to be bad news for her.
“Ah, here it is”, Megatron took something out of the wall. “Let’s try it on.”
Dawn had no time to see what he was talking about, before he slammed her stomach first against the wall and came to stand behind her. She was knocked breathless and unable to resist as her hands were forced together and something pressed against them.
When Megatron backed away, Dawn found out she couldn’t separate her hands anymore. Did he just cuff her? It was pretty clear there was nothing she could do to stop the overpowering mech, but having her hands restrained on top of it all made it so much worse.
She turned around to face the smirking Decepticon. “What? I wasn’t helpless enough for you yet?”
Yesterday she had been scared and uncertain of everything. Today she knew what was coming and she was still scared, but also angry. Megatron could see that too.
“I think that suits you perfectly”, he gave her a predatory grin, closing the distance between them again. “Just one more thing.”
Megatron extended his hand and Dawn tried to lean away from the touch, to no avail. He caught her bathrobe and yanked it open, revealing her skin which was now colored with various bruises from shoulder to legs.
“Oh my”, the Decepticon eyed her battered body with interest. “Did I play too roughly with you yesterday? You humans are so fragile; it’s difficult to assess how far I can go with you.”
He brushed his thumb over her injured shoulder, seeing that it hurt her, though she tried to hide it. “I wonder if Starscream was right recommending me to be more careful.”
Dawn perked up hearing the Seeker’s name and what he had done. She knew his attempt wouldn’t help, but she felt a warm, grateful feeling that he had tried. Too late she noticed that Megatron was observing her face keenly, and with a purpose.
“You had a little chat with him, didn’t you? Would you care to elaborate?”
Dawn hadn’t forgotten the last time she had refused to answer the Decepticon leader’s question. She made sure her face didn’t show any excess emotion and shook her head. “I wouldn’t call it a chat when he hardly said anything.”
Megatron kept looking at her with suspicion and for some reason a mental image of Optimus popped into Dawn’s head. If they had something in common, it was how impossible it was to lie to either of them.
“Nevertheless”, the mech’s optics narrowed warningly. “I am interested in hearing what it was you talked about.”
Dawn hesitated a little too long, realizing her mistake right away. Megatron reached for her tender shoulder, this time squeezing it hard. Dawn flinched visibly, crying out from the pain.
Before she could recover, Megatron spun her around and hooked his arm under her leg, lifting her up against his massive frame. With her hands stuck behind her back Dawn couldn’t do anything. She was hanging there helplessly with her legs spread and it made her afraid for a good reason.
“Take a good look at those”, the imposing Decepticon spoke into her ear with a deep and ominous voice. “And try to guess which ones are very soon going inside you.”
Dawn stopped breathing for a moment, for the first time properly looking at the wall and the instruments displayed there. She couldn’t tell what any of them were for, but she was terrified nonetheless.
“D-don’t! Please! It was nothing! I can’t even remember exactly what we said!”
“I’ll help you remember.”
Still holding her up against his frame, Megatron took one of the tools from the wall and brought it in front of her. Dawn froze up, carefully looking at the strange device that looked like a detailed metal egg. In front of her eyes, it opened up, transforming into something that resembled a big wiggly centipede.
Dawn pulled her head back startled, breathing quickly. “A-ask him if you’re so interested in what he’s doing. I don’t know what you want to know, he just told me he came to treat my injuries.”
Megatron placed the creature on her stomach, its tiny legs digging into her skin as it started skittering around her body. It went everywhere. She wanted to scream and shake the repulsive thing off, but the significantly larger mech had her in an inescapable hold. Then it headed downwards between her legs and she did scream.
“Please stop! Stop it!!”
She very nearly resorted to using her powers, when in the nick of time Megatron snatched the creature back. Dawn was shaking violently, leaning away from it as it kept twisting and turning in the mech’s hand for a while before changing back into an egg.
“As fun as that would be…“ Dawn could sense the wicked grin through Megatron’s voice. “…It would be too difficult to retrieve once it’s burrowed without causing considerable injuries to you.”
Dawn felt so relieved, it was hard to remind herself more was yet to come. “P-please, I’m telling the truth. All I asked him was if he knew when you were coming back and…”
“And?”
“Why does he stay here, despite what you do to him?”
“I see”, Megatron sounded interested. “What was his reply?”
“That… he had sworn an oath to you and he’s not going to break it.”
“There, now was that so hard?” the Decepticon leader put away the horrid egg and caressed the side of her face. “You should’ve told me this sooner so I could’ve saved you the disappointment. Starscream’s not going to help you, if that’s what you’ve been hoping for. I can even prove it to you.”
There was a brief silence, which Dawn could only interpret as the mech using his internal comm. link, especially after he continued talking.
“Now what should we do while we wait?” Megatron’s hand slid away from her face and back towards the wall.
Dawn’s still racing heart skipped a beat as she watched him grab a rod the length of her forearm. He moved the arm that was supporting her, separating her legs further apart and placed the rod at her opening. Dawn’s struggling and pleading did nothing to save her from the painful intrusion.
There was no way her injuries from the previous day could’ve healed yet and she felt it. She was so sore and still dry, and the intruding metal object chafed against her walls, stinging and burning as it slowly went deeper.
Dawn whimpered through her gritted teeth. Reason told her the only thing she could do was to try and relax to ease the pain, but she just couldn’t. Megatron laughed at her discomfort and stopped the movement.
“I could help you with that.”
He obviously did something with the rod, since suddenly Dawn was surprised by a new sensation. It reminded her of the static jolts she had experienced with Optimus and it mercifully took away the worst edge of the pain. Then she felt it again and it did more than just surprise her. She gasped, as horrified as she had been with the centipede, but for a different reason.
“W-what are you doing?!” her voice trembled.
“Why?” Megatron asked slyly. “Don’t you like this?”
That wasn’t the problem and he obviously knew it. Dawn already liked it way more than she should have. The ruthless Decepticon continued moving the rod back and forth in a quickening pace while it kept sending pleasurable pulses through her body. In no time she felt herself getting wet.
“N-no… don’t…” she panted, squirming in the large mech’s hold, unable to keep from moaning as the tingling feeling steadily intensified. “Not… this…”
Megatron slowed the pace down, which only added to her torment now that she was involuntarily excited.
“This won’t do”, he stated ponderingly, ignoring her incoherent pleas. “I want to see the excitement and despair on your face as I make you forget about Optimus.”
Moving to the bed, Megatron threw her on it and turned her on her back, not even bothering to take the rod out. Her hands were left uncomfortably under her, but she hardly noticed it. The metal rod hadn’t stopped working and Dawn was struggling to hold in any noises as the Decepticon climbed on top of her.
“Better”, he fixed his optics on her flushed face, taking a hold of the rod and starting the steady rhythm again.
Dawn hated the mech, hated him so much for what he was doing to her, even more than she did when he hurt her. She wanted to tell him she’d rather take the pain, but every time she opened her mouth, she managed only moans or gasps, which made her more ashamed of herself.
She realized there was only one thing she could do. Giving the Decepticon leader a defiant look, she tapped into her powers before her inevitably oncoming release would make her lose them again. Somehow Megatron didn’t even look surprised when he received a mental slap from her.
It hurt her more than it did him, but Dawn still felt better for doing it. Once the burning pain had receded, she could focus again, but if she had expected to annoy the mech, she was proven wrong when she saw him smiling smugly.
“I have to say, I didn’t expect you to like it so much.”
Thankfully Megatron had turned the rod off, though it did nothing to erase the shame she felt. “I… I didn’t…”
“Come now”, the large Decepticon moved the tool inside her teasingly, enjoying the sight of her embarrassment as she couldn’t hide or deny the pleasure that still rippled through her body. “Don’t lie to me and to yourself with that face. We both know I could’ve pushed you over the edge just now. I still can.”
Dawn turned her head to the side as Megatron brought his face within inches of hers, speaking in a low, seductive voice. “Maybe I’ll take away those powers first so they won’t interrupt us again, and then slowly drive you closer and closer to ecstasy, until you beg me to finish you.”
Dawn couldn’t say anything, fearing that he would actually do so. Judging by how much she had just been affected, she wasn’t at all sure if she could keep from surrendering to the mech’s efforts at stimulating her.
“Ah, at last. Nice of you to join us.”
Dawn didn’t see anything with Megatron’s massive frame blocking the view, but knowing someone else had come into the room made her more than anxious, especially when she had a pretty good idea who it might be.
Megatron withdrew the rod, stopping to study the moisture coating it, proof of her arousal, and tossed it carelessly to the floor, returning his attention to her. “Let’s see how you like what I got for you next.”
Giving a gloating smirk, the Decepticon leader moved aside and helped her sit up. Immediately Dawn felt her heart grow heavier, seeing the Seeker’s holoform standing by the door. Of course Megatron would try to ruin the only good thing she had known while her involuntary stay.
There was the tiniest of moments when their gazes met and both looked at each other with uncertainty, but Starscream’s face was quickly shrouded again in his usual nonchalance. “You summoned me, lord Megatron.”
“Yes”, the Decepticon leader was practically purring. “Come and join us.”
“S-sir?”
“Is there a problem?”
“…No, sir.”
“Well, then”, Megatron lay back against the sturdy headboard, gesturing to the woman. “She’s here for the taking.”
Dawn tried to make a quick escape off the bed, but the powerful mech’s iron grip was faster, pulling her back and turning her around to face him. She fought futilely only to find herself forced on her knees between Megatron’s legs, upper body pressed firmly against his broad frame.
“You… sick bastard!” Dawn hissed furiously, interrupted by the cruel Decepticon’s amused chuckling.
“Don’t keep her waiting, Starscream”, Dawn tensed as Megatron teased her by briefly dipping his finger deep inside her. “She’s temptingly tight and wet and very nearly begging to be fragged.”
She couldn’t see the Seeker from her position, but soon she felt a weight on the bed behind her. A new set of hands touched her legs, lightly gliding upwards and pushing the bathrobe out of the way. It was nearly unnoticeable, but she could tell the hands were shaking slightly.
Had she been able to think about it, she would’ve probably found some consolation in Starscream’s hesitance, but right then she was simply too overwhelmed by everything. The feel of him spreading her legs caused her mind to freeze up. She couldn’t move as he placed his hands firmly on her hips and could hardly even breathe as his spike probed her entrance.
Megatron wasn’t going to miss the show, lifting her chin up to look at her face as the Seeker started pushing in. Dawn couldn’t look away and being so mentally tired out by then, she couldn’t even force herself to pretend to be tough or defiant.
Her mouth hung half-open in a soundless cry as the combination of pain and undeniable pleasure hit her. She was being filled more and more, until she was sure she couldn’t take any more. Starscream buried himself to the hilt, the mercifully slow advance giving Dawn time to accommodate to his size, unlike what Megatron had done.
Unfortunately it meant that from the two sensations fighting within her, pleasure was quickly coming out stronger. When the Seeker pulled back and pushed in again harder, a strained moan escaped her.
She tried to turn her head away again, wanting to hide, but Megatron’s grip didn’t give in one bit. She was stuck staring into those burning, red optics that so intensely studied her every weak moment. Starscream settled quietly into a steady, forceful pace, every thrust making Dawn’s breathing hitch.
With a devious smirk Megatron leaned forward, pushing her bathrobe down from her shoulders and letting his tongue taste the bare skin. Dawn barely noticed it with the pressure building from Starscream pounding into her increasingly faster. A sharp pain on her neck made her cry out, and she vaguely registered that the Decepticon leader was biting her.
Something trickled down her neck, and Megatron proceeded to lick it away. Then he moved his large hand to the back of her head and forced her into a kiss. Dawn could taste her own blood in his mouth.
As soon as the brutal mech broke their contact, she let her forehead fall against his chassis and this time he allowed it, busy with something else. Starscream was getting more vocal, obviously close to coming and with Dawn following panting and moaning not far behind, it took her a moment to notice what was in front of her.
Lowering her eyes she could see that Megatron had let out his enormous spike and it made her stomach twist with fear. What happened next was not what she was expecting, though.
Megatron let her go, pushing the surprised Seeker off of her and pouncing on him instead. Dawn fell backwards on the floor, landing painfully on her arms and twisting her wrist. In complete shock, she struggled to sit up and watched the Decepticon leader pin Starscream under him with a lustful gaze.
“Not so fast, my loyal little soldier. I’m going to take care of you myself.”
Dawn could see how tense the Seeker was, but he did nothing to fight back, letting the bigger mech’s hands freely roam his frame and wings. He turned his head to the side as Megatron started nibbling on his neck cables, and met Dawn’s eyes. She couldn’t help, but stare in horror at the tired, passive look in his optics, silent tears flowing from her eyes.
“Open up for me”, Megatron commanded with a low growl, and Dawn couldn’t look anymore, turning away and squeezing her eyes shut.
It didn’t stop her from hearing everything that was happening and it made her feel sick. For way too long she had to listen to Megatron’s satisfied grunts and Starscream’s pained noises and the sound of metal slamming against metal again and again…
When the noises finally stopped she didn’t open her eyes, until she heard heavy footsteps in front of her. She looked slowly up, shaking as she saw Megatron looking back at her with an unpleasant smile, his spike still jutting out.
“Now what to do with you?”
Dawn couldn’t find her voice, even her breath stuck to her throat as the large Decepticon knelt down to brush his thumb over her cheek, leaving a wet trail of unknown fluid. Inspecting her traumatized expression, his smile grew wider.
“No. I think we are done for today. But don’t worry”, his voice got an ominous tone as he brought his face close to hers one more time. “Tomorrow you’ll have my undivided attention.”
It was over and Megatron’s holoform was gone. Dawn kept staring in front of her with unseeing eyes, unable to process everything that had just happened. Starscream got up from the bed arduously and circled behind her. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, even when he released her hands from the cuffs and slumped next to her on the floor.
“I… I’m sorry.”
The words got through to Dawn slowly. She turned to look at the Seeker, confused by how wary he seemed to be of her. “Sorry?”
“I didn’t want to do it… I just… thought it would be easier for you.”
Dawn didn’t know how he was expecting her to react, but not apparently like she did. Maybe it was the shock and her desperate need for comfort, but she found herself leaning against the Seeker’s frame and closing her eyes, weary from the aches and painful throbbing she still felt.
“It’s okay…”
Starscream didn’t say anything for a while, frozen in place. Then his arm moved, very tentatively wrapping around her shoulder. Dawn winced slightly and the mech let go immediately. His overcautious act caught her attention and she turned to look at him, losing some of her apathy.
“My shoulder’s sore”, she explained, studying the Seeker’s face closely, trying to make out what he was feeling. “Just put your arm like this.”
She took his hand and guided it behind her back, placing it on her side. If she was going to have to suffer at Megatron’s hands, she was going to take advantage of Starscream’s kindness, whatever his reason.
The seeker was still hesitant, avoiding her eyes, but not moving his hand away. She could’ve sworn she saw his faceplates catch a tint of color, wondering briefly if it was possible for their energon lines to make them blush. Then the thought hit her. She wasn’t the only one searching for comfort.
Thinking what she had just witnessed, it didn’t surprise her. Megatron was using Starscream as brutally as he was using her, and this was probably the first time the Seeker had someone who could relate to his pain. No wonder he didn’t know what to do.
Dawn felt strongly for him, hating Megatron for what he was doing to both of them. Her eyes welled with tears again and with Starscream looking alarmed, she got up on her knees and threw her arms around his frame, hugging him tightly.
“You can’t stay here”, she spoke quietly, voice thick with tears she tried to hold back. “You’re free to go, just leave everything and find a new life. Please…”
Starscream sighed heavily, returning the hug after a moment of hesitation. “I can’t.”
Dawn fell silent, not knowing what to say to change the mech’s mind. She stroked one of his wings absent-mindedly, trying to come up with something. This time it was Starscream who winced. Dawn stopped the motion, looking up at him questioningly.
“We fliers have, uh…” the Seeker sounded somewhat embarrassed. “Sensitive wings.”
Right then Dawn realized what she wanted and needed. She continued her slow caressing, gaining a baffled look from the winged mech.
“You can tell me to stop if you want to”, she gave him a calming smile before resting her head against his frame.
She could feel Starscream twitching a couple of times, but he didn’t say anything to stop her. Instead, he was quickly catching on to what she wanted. He relaxed visibly and with utmost care, started moving his hand lightly up and down her back.
Dawn sighed contently, closing her eyes and continuing to fondle the Seeker’s wing. She shut out everything else, but the feel of safety the strong, but gentle arms around her offered, no matter how false it was. She didn’t even realize her hand slowing down, nor how she fell asleep, still hugging the mech.
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