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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 lay in bed, staring at the high ceiling catatonically. It had been two weeks since she had been taken prisoner, a fact she could tell only by Megatron’s daily visits, since there was nothing to tell the time.
She was spent, sadly beginning to get used to being constantly bruised and violated, offering only instinctive resistance. She hadn’t seen Starscream after the time Megatron had ordered him to participate, which added to her apathy. She wondered how long the Decepticon leader could stay interested in tormenting her and feared what he would do once he would get bored. She got a feeling he wouldn’t simply let her go.
Normally Dawn would’ve hardly even reacted anymore to Megatron’s arrival, but this time he didn‘t use his holoform, instead entering the room full-sized. She sat up, tugging her bathrobe tighter around her, not knowing what to expect.
“Come”, the gigantic mech offered his hand to her, smiling slyly. “I have something to show you.”
Dawn didn’t even ask, climbing onto the waiting hand and sitting down. Megatron took her out of her room and into the command center. She looked around hopefully, but seeing that Starscream wasn’t there, she lowered her eyes, indifferent to what the other Decepticons were doing.
“Open communications”, Megatron ordered.
Dawn sat still, hugging her knees. She didn’t care what the Decepticon leader had to show. Then she heard a voice that shot straight through her heart and her head perked up.
“We’ve been trying to contact you for days, Megatron”, Optimus’ angry voice boomed through the speakers. “Why haven’t you responded?”
The way Megatron held his hand kept Dawn from seeing the screen and Optimus. Her first instinct was to shout to get his attention, but suddenly she couldn’t get the words to come out. All she could think of was the things Megatron had done to her, every mark he had left on her body and on her mind. She didn’t want Optimus to see them; to look at her with those brilliant, piercing optics that could see everything.
Realizing that, it became clear what Megatron intended to do.
“I’ve been busy, Prime”, he gloated, bringing his hand and Dawn with it into view. “I couldn’t bring myself to neglect our lovely guest, so I’ve made sure I’ve had time for her every day.”
Dawn stared at the screen eyes wide; shocked from suddenly seeing the red and blue Autobot she loved so much. She clasped her knees tighter, hiding behind them and begging in her mind that the Decepticon leader wouldn’t go into details about what he had done to her.
“Dawn?” Optimus’ worry couldn’t have been more evident. “Are you all right?”
She didn’t know what to say to that. She felt miserable enough to cry. Not trusting her voice, she gave a faint nod and lowered her eyes to keep the gathering moisture from being seen.
The silence dragged on and when Dawn dared to glance back up, she could feel almost physical pain from the desperate look Optimus was giving her. She knew that seeing her like that was painful to the Autobot leader too, but she simply couldn’t say anything to comfort him.
“Do you… have your powers?”
Dawn tensed immediately, on the verge of panic. He wanted to know if she had been touched. Perhaps Megatron noticed that she couldn’t answer, or perhaps he just enjoyed answering for her.
“If you must know, we gave her a little implant to keep her from using them.”
Dawn closed her eyes, not wanting to see the relief in Optimus’ faceplates when she knew it would be crushed soon.
“I’ve still been interfacing with her, though, and I must say it has been most entertaining.”
Dawn covered her face with her hands, unable to take any more humiliation. She felt unreal, like she could leave her body at any moment, or maybe pass out. Whatever would get her out of the situation. Neither happened, however. The silence from undoubtedly furious Optimus scared her.
“Please… get me out of here”, her voice was feeble, but Megatron still heard her.
“What is it?” he clearly took delight in their anguish. “And here I thought you two would want to have a little chat before we talk business. Maybe you’d like to share with him some of my tips on how to make you beg for…”
“I don’t care if I have to jump down!” Dawn raised her voice, interrupting the cruel Decepticon quickly. “But I’m not going to stay here for your amusement.”
She cast one last brief look at Optimus. “I’m… I’m sorry…”
Megatron turned back, smirking. “As you wish. Escort her back to her room, Demolishor.”
Dawn had mixed emotions, feeling relieved and pained to lose sight of Optimus. She was still stupefied from seeing him in the first place. During their walk, Demolishor didn’t say anything and Dawn was free to wallow in her misery, when he suddenly stopped. She didn’t even care about the reason, until she heard a familiar voice.
“What’s she doing out of her room?”
Starscream. Dawn lifted her head immediately.
“Megatron’s orders”, Demolishor explained curtly. “I’m taking her back now.”
“I’ll take her. You can continue with your other duties.”
Demolishor looked like he was about to protest, but couldn’t find a reason to do so. Shrugging, he handed Dawn to the Seeker and walked away. Dawn could hardly wait until he was out of sight, happy to be with Starscream, but also feeling guilty for rejoicing more about seeing him than seeing Optimus.
“What did he do to you?” the Seeker surprised her by abandoning his usual reserved behavior and starting the conversation before she could even open her mouth.
Dawn’s expression grew sadder again. “I spoke with Optimus. And… so did Megatron.”
“I can guess”, Starscream muttered with an unrecognizable look on his faceplates.
“How about you?” Dawn quickly changed the subject. “Are you okay? He hasn’t…”
“No, he sent me away. I just got back.”
They were silent long enough for Dawn to wonder why they weren’t moving anywhere. Finally the winged mech snapped out of whatever thoughts were troubling him and started walking. “You’ll probably get to leave soon, if those two are negotiating. Optimus will no doubt do anything to get you back.”
“Maybe”, Dawn couldn’t feel relief. “But you…”
She looked up to the Seeker’s optics, noticing worriedly how their light seemed dimmer than before. “Do you think I can go back and just stop thinking about you here?”
Starscream stopped again, frowning at her. “That’s exactly what you’ll do, since there’s no other option.”
“You could come with me”, Dawn pleaded once again, getting a frustrated look from the Decepticon.
“I’ve already told you…”
“Oath to Megatron, I know, I know”, she spoke bitterly, lowering her eyes. “I just can‘t accept that.”
If only she could somehow get rid of Megatron. If only she could use her powers.

Dawn’s worst experience so far came the very same day. She was in the middle of taking a quick shower, when she heard the approaching steps behind her. Despair overwhelmed her as she braced herself once more to take any abuse the Decepticon leader had in store for her.
She wiped the water from her face and turned around. Her jaw dropped and every coherent thought was lost. She stood there, dripping water and frozen solid, looking at the holoform of Optimus.
“H-how… y-you can‘t…” she stuttered, struggling to comprehend how it was possible. A small part of her hoped they had reached an agreement and Optimus was there to take her back, but a much bigger part knew things never went that smoothly.
She kept staring at the familiar form. Piercing optics that enticed her every time, the powerful arms that sent pleasant shivers through her when wrapped around her… She wanted so badly to be proven wrong.
“Dawn…” Optimus’ deep voice rumbled gently. He extended his arm, beckoning her to come to him, but Dawn didn’t move.
“You… can’t be here”, she turned her back to him to calm herself down and to think. She couldn’t do either when the comforting arms came to close her in a secure embrace.
“I am here.”
Dawn was almost ready to believe it, the need to finally be safe stronger than any suspicions. She allowed herself to enjoy the feel of him, until she suddenly felt a playful nip on the back of her neck. Her blood ran cold.
“You’re not him!” she breathed sharply, the heavy realization hitting her hard. She felt the mouth pressed against her skin twisting to a smile.
“How very observant of you”, Megatron’s voice replaced Optimus’. “What gave me away?”
Dawn was too furious to answer. Of every vile, painful thing he had done to her…
Megatron spun her around, stepping closer and continuing with Optimus’ voice and appearance. “There was so little time for us to discuss earlier, I’m going to make it up to you.”
Appalled, Dawn backed away with every step the fake-Optimus took towards her. “Don’t… you… dare.”
The wicked mech ignored her anger, advancing with a crooked grin that didn’t suit his current face at all. “You should enjoy this. After all, it’s still going to be a while before I’ll return you to the Autobots.”
Dawn’s back hit a wall. “What?!”
Megatron stopped in front of her, leaving hardly any space between them. “You didn’t think I’d just give you back right away? I think I’ll hold on to you for another couple of weeks before resuming the negotiations.”
“Of course, if you know how to behave yourself”, he glided his large hand down her body, stopping at her hip where his digits settled to play with old and new bruises his rough handling had caused. “I might keep using this form for a little longer. Or maybe you would prefer Starscream?”
Dawn’s rage rose beyond reason, and the invasive fingers sliding down to stroke her womanhood were the final straw, making her anger erupt.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” she screamed, pushing her hands against the mech’s frame and giving it a powerful enough blast with her powers to break the holoform. She just hoped it had hurt Megatron before he could disengage the link with it.
Then her own punishment for using her powers took over and she dropped to her hands and knees, crying out through her gritted teeth until there was no more air left in her. She wasn’t done yet, though. She was too furious to stop there. Fighting not to be incapacitated by the overwhelming pain, she managed to stand up on her shaky feet, gagging and teetering a step forward, barely stopping herself from falling over.
She had never done what she was about to try, but somehow she knew she could do it, if only with the anger fueling her. The real Megatron couldn’t have been far away and Dawn opened her mind to sense him with all the other metal surrounding her. Insides still burning mercilessly, she was afraid she’d lose consciousness before she could find him, but for once she got lucky.
She pinpointed the Decepticon leader and her fury flared brighter than the pain. From that point on, she acted instinctively, not even thinking of the walls and barriers between them. She focused on the chamber inside Megatron’s frame withholding his spark, and began putting pressure on it.
Immediately the additional use of her power took its toll on her already suffering body. She couldn’t breathe or see from the pain literally blinding her, but she couldn’t back away anymore. She had only one chance and she would take it no matter the cost.
Mixed with her pain, she could feel Megatron hurting too and it gave her the will to put everything she had in one, last attack. She felt the walls of his chamber starting to give in… and something collided hard into her, making her lose focus.
“What the frag are you doing!?” an enraged voice yelled at her.
Dawn was too out of it to understand the question, and still unable to breathe, wheezing pathetically as she tried desperately to fill her lungs and prevent the looming darkness form engulfing her.
“Oh, for Primus’ sake…”
She couldn’t grasp what was happening, only that something suddenly covered her mouth, making her lips tingle and forcing air into her mouth. It pulled back when she started coughing and breathing on her own.
Slowly she regained her senses, realizing hazily that Starscream’s holoform was holding her up against the wall. “Wh-what…” she started weakly, but was quickly interrupted.
“Again. What do you think you’re doing?!” the Seeker sounded angry, nearly shaking her, but his face was full of fear. “You can’t use your powers with the implant, you almost just killed yourself!”
Dawn remembered what she had been doing. “No. I was… trying to free us both. That slagger… he looked like Optimus…”
Starscream’s grip on her shoulders was tight, projecting his anxiety. “I wish you hadn’t done what you did. He’ll be back any second and he’s furious.”
Dawn felt her heart sink. “You could’ve… just let me die and take him with me.”
Starscream stared at her with the unreadable expression she had come to notice he sometimes had around her. “No, I couldn’t have.”
Suddenly fear flashed in his optics. “He’s coming.”
“Get out”, Dawn whispered exhausted. “Otherwise… he’ll do something to you too.”
Starscream shook his head. “If he does, you’ll get off easier.”
“I don’t want… you to get hurt.”
“That’s too bad. I don’t want you to get hurt either.”
For a brief moment, they stared at each other with surprise and uncertainty. Then Megatron’s holoform appeared in the room.
“Out of my way!” he snarled at Starscream, pushing him roughly to the side. Without the Seeker’s help, Dawn’s legs gave out and she would’ve fallen if Megatron’s hand hadn’t closed around her throat and held her up.
“You…” there was no hint of amusement or sadistic playfulness that usually gleamed in his optics. He was seriously pissed off. “You have no idea how lucky you’ve been so far.”
Dawn could do nothing against the overpowering strength the Decepticon possessed and the large hand choking her prevented her from speaking as well as breathing. It didn’t bother him as he continued with an icy tone.
“But since you don’t seem to appreciate my hospitality, you’ll get to find out.”
He threw her across the room like she weighed nothing. Dawn hit the wall, the force of the impact emptying the last of the air from her lungs. She collapsed to the floor, gasping and nearly passing out.
“Get her up”, she heard Megatron ordering and soon found herself on her strengthless feet, supported against Starscream’s frame. “Turn her around.”
She had no idea what he was going to do to her, but getting turned to face the Seeker, she quickly lowered her head, not wanting him to see her pain. Megatron came to stand behind her and grabbed her shoulder in a vice-like grip.
“Let’s start by giving you a little reminder.”
A sharp, stabbing pain made Dawn tense up and let out a shocked scream. Right away it was followed by another and she realized to her horror that he was cutting into her back with something. Her fingers squeezed Starscream’s metal arms tight enough that had he been a human, she would’ve drawn blood.
Every incision was made slowly and precisely, drawing long cries and whimpers from her. Both Megatron and Starscream were holding her firmly in place, despite her twitching and panicked attempts to get away.
She heard Megatron’s low voice growling as he worked. “Maybe when you’re properly marked, you’ll remember your place and who you belong to now.”
After what felt like ages, the cutting stopped and Dawn became limp, sobbing erratically against the Seeker’s frame. Her back was on fire and bleeding badly and she wished bitterly that Starscream had let her die with the Decepticon leader. There was no way Megatron would allow her to regain her powers anymore. Would she end up getting raped twice a day then?
She couldn’t do it. She couldn‘t even think about it. There wasn’t a single day she hadn’t felt pain and humiliation in her hellish situation, and now she was told she had been lucky. She tried to let herself slip into blissful unconsciousness, but Megatron’s digits digging into the fresh cuts jolted her wide awake and screaming.
“You… are… mine”, he spoke every word deliberately slowly. “You’ll rest when I say you can rest. When I want to frag you, you spread your legs for me. Forget this and I will carve my mark on you as many times as is needed. Do you understand?”
“…Y-yes…” Dawn’s voice was shaky and hardly more than a whisper, but it seemed to appease Megatron’s fury a little.
“You may leave, Starscream”, he took her from the Seeker, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I have no need of you right now.”
“Sire…” Starscream sounded hesitant, voice quivering notably. “If I may suggest, I think she’s learned her lesson. Using her too harshly and in a state of such anger might result in some severe, permanent damage…”
“Your opinion is duly noted”, Megatron’s voice had a menacing edge. “Now get out of my sight.”
Starscream remained still, opening his mouth to continue his reasoning, only to receive a heavy blow from his leader, sending him flying backwards and causing him to shut off his holoform before it even touched the floor. Then Megatron turned his attention back to Dawn.
“Let’s see what you have learned.”
Dawn was shaking hard, her body as well as her spirit tormented beyond their limits. She didn’t offer any resistance as the ruthless Decepticon tilted her head upwards and leaned forward to inspect her with his red optics that still held a flame of anger. Lunging forward, he ravaged her mouth with a feral kiss, pushing her back at the same time until they hit a wall.
Dawn flinched from the pain the collision awoke in her bleeding back, letting out a stifled cry. It only incited Megatron to go further, crushing the much smaller woman with his mass, until she was hitting his arm in sheer panic to get him to back off.
Finally he did so, letting Dawn fall to her hands and knees gasping. Using his foot to kick her back and press her torso against the wall, he held her there, waiting for her to turn her anguished eyes to look up at him.
“Now, what are we going to do?”
Dawn kept looking at the mech with fearful expectation, until the foot started adding more weight on her chest and she realized he was waiting for her to answer.
“Nngh… a-anything… you want”, she groaned through the suffocating pain, drawing a long, wheezing breath as the pressure suddenly eased.
“Good, don’t forget that”, Megatron stated coldly. “Come here, then.”
He walked out of the bathroom, leaving Dawn on the floor to collect herself. She didn’t think she could even get up on her own, but she didn’t dare to stay there either. Fighting a wave of nausea as a new pain shot through her chest, she slowly pulled herself up, leaning heavily against the wall.
When she eventually managed to stagger back to the bedroom, Megatron was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs parted and his spike already out. Dawn stopped, the nausea growing almost uncontrollable, but the intensive stare from the Decepticon compelled her feet to keep moving.
She stepped in front of the bed, not knowing where to turn her eyes, since she didn’t want to look at the mech’s fiery optics, nor at his thick, protruding member. Swaying on her shaky legs, she waited for more instructions.
Megatron reached for her arm to pull her closer, and being in the sorry state she was in, she lost her balance and fell on his lap, flinching away from his spike.
“Not so fast”, Megatron spoke ponderingly, as if just been given an idea. “I’ll give you a chance to atone for you mistake.”
He grabbed her chin, holding her face towards his spike and let the corner of his mouth rise in a crooked smile, which didn’t reach his optics. “Do your best to pleasure me and I might forgive you this one time.”
Dawn’s eyes widened as she realized what he wanted her to do. She turned to look at the spike that was obviously too big to fit in her mouth, and back to the optics that held no mercy.
“Trust me”, Megatron’s voice was deceptively smooth. “There’s a world of difference between me forgiving you and not.”
Dawn wavered for a moment, but couldn’t get around the obvious. She couldn’t take more pain any longer. Very slowly she brought her face closer, breathing shakily through her parted lips.
Sticking out her tongue, she gave a tentative lick along the metal shaft, all the while feeling the Decepticon leader’s piercing gaze on her. Her trembling hand grabbed the base of the spike and gave a firm squeeze, which made the mech grunt and lean slightly back.
She started a pumping motion with her hand, closing her eyes in shame and disgust, and moved her mouth to the tip to suck it. She couldn’t do it for long, before she had to pull away, wiping away the small, but vile-tasting drops of lubricant that had gotten into her mouth.
“I… I can’t…” she nearly gagged again, covering her mouth and turning her head to the side. She waited fearfully what punishment the cruel mech would give her.
“That’s too bad”, Megatron mocked her with feigned sympathy. “And you were off to such a promising start.”
Chuckling dryly, he pulled Dawn up from her hair, unaffected by her high-pitched yelp. “Come here, then.”
Dawn struggled instinctively against the tight hold that made her eyes water, thankful when the Decepticon let go and gripped her waist instead. She lost the feel of relief fast when he hoisted her up against his frame and started lowering her on his spike.
“N-n-no, don’t… please… I can’t… take it anymore…”
Dawn’s pleas ended in an agonized cry as Megatron forced her down on the massive member, entering and stretching her without any kind of preparation or consideration. She sobbed tiredly, unable to think about anything, but the searing pain as he penetrated her like so many times before.
Megatron didn’t give her time to adjust either, never did, starting right away to bounce her up and down, sinking his spike deeper into her with animalistic grunts. Dawn might’ve passed out for a while, or her mind simply had blocked away the unbearable reality, but the next thing she realized was landing on the bed face first, free from the painful intrusion.
It didn’t last. Megatron wrapped his arm under her stomach, lifting and propping her up on her knees, at the same time pressing her injured back with his free hand to keep her upper body against the bed.
Dawn gritted her teeth, burying her face into the bed covers, the uncomfortable position the last of her worries as the Decepticon continued his brutal assault. The burning on her back mixed with the burning on the inside as her walls clenched around the metal spike, resisting its every movement futilely.
He kept riding her mercilessly, switching between fast and slow, but powerful thrusts, obviously intending to keep at it longer than usually. Dawn began to lose her voice from the continuous screaming, ending up crying and whimpering quietly against the bed. Every time she was silent for too long, Megatron scraped the cuts on her back, sending a hot flash of agony through her to make sure she hadn’t fallen unconscious.
She thought and seriously feared that it would never end. When the mech suddenly in the middle of a fast pace pulled out of her and pushed her on her back, she was sure he had done so just to watch her as he would continue tormenting her. She didn’t expect him to be done, adding one more insult to her injury by releasing on her.
His intakes labored, but a satisfied sneer on his faceplates, Megatron kept her trapped under him, brushing his thumb over the mess he had made on her stomach and bringing it to her face, where he wiped it on her lips.
“Taste it”, he ordered with a gruff voice.
Dawn didn’t need to be told that something more painful would happen if she refused, so she reluctantly licked her lips, instantly revolted by the unfamiliar and strong flavor. Megatron laughed, most of his earlier anger seemingly gone.
“I still need to think of a further punishment for you to truly make sure you’ve learned your lesson”, he purred, contradictory to the torture he had just administrated, gently stroking her hair. “But if we keep making such good progress, I promise we can go back to options more pleasurable for you.”
Dawn couldn’t say anything, still deathly afraid the Decepticon would suddenly decide to continue anyway. Megatron gave her a one last smirk and abruptly turned off his holoform.
Considering the hell she was in, pain radiating from almost every part of her body, falling asleep would’ve been heaven. Maybe it was because of the pain, or the persistent fear that something bad would happen if she dared to close her eyes, but she couldn’t rest.
Or maybe it was because she knew to expect another visitor. It didn’t take long for him to arrive.
“I’m sorry… Dawn… I’m so sorry.”
She felt tears forming in her eyes, hearing Starscream’s raspy voice. Stifling a pained groan, she turned to her side with considerable difficulty, facing away from the Seeker. “Leave me alone...”
She heard him approaching and curled up, biting her lip to keep from crying. Not that she had many tears left to cry anymore. Starscream sat on the bed behind her, placing his hand carefully on her shoulder.
“Get out!!” Dawn screamed, her already hoarse voice breaking. She began shaking uncontrollably again.
The Seeker didn’t give up. Telling her again and again he was sorry, he very carefully grabbed her and pulled her up against him, closing his arms firmly around her back to keep her still. Dawn struggled faintly in her weak condition, but when it became clear Starscream wasn’t going to let her go and her efforts only kept hurting herself more, she finally burst into tears, weeping inconsolably against his canopy.
Watching out for the cuts on her back, Starscream hugged her tighter and stroked her head soothingly with one hand. He kept doing it until her crying started quieting down and was replaced by sad little sobs that shook her whole body.
When Dawn had calmed down a bit, the Seeker lifted her up in his arms and walked to the shower. He didn’t say a word, just turning the water on and standing there with her.
The whole time Dawn held on to him tightly, but slowly the rest of her body started to lose its tension as the water pouring on her worked its wonders. She knew, though, she would never again feel completely clean.
“Let’s get you dried and clothed”, Starscream turned the water off, speaking with a bizarre tone and for the first time after he had appeared, Dawn looked at his optics. They were two bright flames, accentuating the determined expression on his faceplates.
He met her confused gaze with a promise that made Dawn’s breath stick to her throat and her eyes widen.
“I’m going to get you out of here.”
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