WARNING: The raping begins.

Chapter 2

"We're entering the atmosphere now." Astrotrain's voice announced from all around.

"Finally." Starscream grunted from where he sat on a bench with Moonstar next to him.

The femme was looking through a porthole as the mostly blue planet came into view. She had been to a few planets, but none of them had been so covered in the clear liquid. She was glued to the window as more and more colors appeared before her. Vibrant greens, dark browns, and warm oranges all swirled beneath the shuttle. Soon, it was only blue as they flew over the Atlantic Ocean.

Starscream suddenly stood and yanked the chain. Moonstar grasped at the collar, stumbling to not fall over from the brutal pull. Astrotrain stopped his flight and opened his loading ramp.

"Alright, everybody out! I need to stretch my joints." The triplechanger demanded impatiently.

The soldiers onboard began to gather up the crated supplies and haul them out of the shuttle. Starscream grabbed Moonstar by the upper arm and led her down the ramp and onto the landing platform of the Nemesis. Moonstar stole a quick glance around her, fascinated by the endless blue. She was dragged into the elevator shaft and soon being taken below into the bowels of this new place she will call home.

Starscream tugged the chain once the elevator had ceased its descent and led her into the Control Room. They were met by wide and curious optics from all mechs present. Moonstar froze. Large, fierce Decepticon mechs surrounded her. Their surprise expressions quickly darkened into lustful ones and the catcalls begun.

"Wow, nice catch Starscream! Plan on sharing?"

"Hey there, precious? Wanna hang with a real mech?"

"Heeeeello, beautiful!"

"Hey, wanna know why I'm called 'Thrust?'"

"Hot damn!"

Amongst the comments were wolf whistles and air kisses. Moonstar quickened her pace so she was planted against Starscream's backstrut as he walked. As if being a slave wasn't bad enough… She just had to be thrown onto a ship with interface crazed mechs who could easily overpower her.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a sudden bright flash of purple light and a crackling sound.

"Hey, Screamer!" Moonstar leaped back when Starscream was suddenly glomped by a black and violet Seeker. A very handsome black and violet Seeker.

"Skywarp, get off me!" Starscream shrieked from his position on the ground with the overly enthusiastic Seeker still hugging him.

"No, you know you like it." Skywarp smiled, his optics offline as he savored the feeling of his trineleader in his arms.

"You have five astroseconds to comply before I court martial you!"

"Ha! You would never court martial your favorite trinemate, Screamer! So silly…" He just said as a lopsided grin plastered over his faceplates.

"Off or I will have you scrub the entire outside hull with your faceplates!"

"Now, now, don't be so… Whoa." Skywarp's optics finally onlined only to find the exquisite form of Moonstar.

Starscream took advantage of the distraction to shove the black Seeker of him. Skywarp didn't seem to notice, only slowly getting to his peds without removing his optics from Moonstar.

"What's that doing here?" He whispered to Starscream once the Decepticon SIC was standing beside him.

"That is mine." Starscream remarked possessively as he brushed nonexistent dust from his frame.

"You mean you got a-? Oh, fraggin' Primus do I get a share? I've been a good mech Screamer, I have. I haven't pulled a prank on you in like…" He paused to count the orns on his digits. "A stellar cycle."

"Half a stellar cycle." Starscream grunted.

"See? A long slagging time!" He threw his hands out to emphasize his words.

"Fear not, 'Warp, your time with her will come." Starscream smirked.

Skywarp's signature grin spread across his face as he giggled insanely. "Oh, I need to tell TC!"

In a flash of purple light Skywarp disappeared. Moonstar's optics were wide as she turned to face Starscream. Catching her confused gaze Starscream answered the unspoken question.

"Skywarp, my special trinemate. Primus gave him to me as punishment for past sins. Now, come with me."

Starscream led her deeper into the ship passing by gawking crew members and listening to more catcalls. Eventually they entered a very well kept section of the ship with the doors spread far between each other. He stopped at one and entered his code causing the door to hiss open. Stepping aside, he gestured for her to enter. Slowly, she did and stopped just inside to study her new surroundings.

It was a large hab suite with sectioned off rooms. The main section that they were currently in had a massive desk in the middle of the far wall facing the door with an impressive chair behind it. On the desk were multiple vidscreens, cubes of high grade energon, neat stacks of datapads, and small trophy-like statues.

To the right of the desk was a door which led into the berthroom where a wide berth capable of holding the wingspan of a Seeker sat. It was mostly empty save for the extra berth folded against the wall and a smaller desk covered in more datapads in the corner. A large vidscreen hung on the wall opposite of the berth.

To the left of the desk was a door that led to a personal washroom.

In the main section, just right of the door and in the corner, was a corner couch with a small table before it. The corner opposite of the couch had another small table with three chairs surrounding it. Next to it was an energon dispenser.

The wall behind the desk had a Decepticon insignia painted on it in black to stand out from the purple wall. On either side of the insignia were reward plaques, proudly displayed for all to see.

"This is where you will be staying." Starscream said as he shut the door behind them. "You make take energon from the dispenser but are not allowed to touch my high grade or anything on my desk. The datapads on the desk in the berthroom are available for reading if you feel bored whenever you're not working."

"Working?" She repeated.

"You're job is to keep the place clean, especially after Skywarp spends a night." He grumbled the last part as he removed the chain and tossed it onto the table in front of the couch with a loud clang.

"Is that why there is an extra berth?" She asked as she poked her head into the berthroom.

"If it was just him spending the night I wouldn't need that extra one to attach to my own." Starscream smirked as he picked up one of the cubes of high grade on the desk.

"You attach the berths together? And who else spends the night here? Why don't you sleep separated?" She asked bemused.

Starcsream gave a dry chuckle as he sipped his high grade. "All in good time, my little Moonstar. All in good time." He paused at her utterly perplexed expression before a large, sly smile crept over his fine features. "You don't know much about Seekers, do you?"

"I know they are the best flyers of any Cybertronian frame and they work in groups of three. And that they are incredible warriors and-" She stopped before she could add 'dead sexy' to the list.

"And?" He prompted, his cube held next to his lip plates.

"And… And they're very popular with the femmes." She cursed herself inwardly. Damn, did she just say that?!

Starscream looked up at her, his smile broadened. "Popular, eh? Tell me, are Seekers popular with you?"

She bit her glossa. What could she say that didn't make it so obvious that yes, she was one of those femmes obsessed with Seekers. Starscream only chuckled at her stunned silence, taking it as confirmation.

"Well then, you truly are a lucky femme. All your fantasies are about to become reality." He quickly finished off his high grade and set the empty cube on the desk. "Clean yourself up," He gestured towards the washroom. "I have duties to attend to. Do not touch anything you're not supposed to. I won't be long."

He marched to the door and exited, leaving her locked within. Moonstar stared at the door for an uncertain moment, not sure of what to do now since she was finally alone. Maybe she should try and escape? No, because even if she got through the locked door there were Primus knows how many mechs lumbering about this ship all wanting a piece of her. No, she might as well clean herself up and maybe read those datapads Starscream had mentioned.

She trudged her way into the washroom and the lights instantly turned on once catching the motion of her body. She instantly stopped. On the walls were streaks of red, blue, purple, black, and white. Why was that? Three of those colors were Starscream's, but that one blue was a shade darker. And the black and purple? those were the same colors as Skywarp. Perhaps it was from their wings brushing against the walls? But why would his trinemate use Starscream's washroom? He did say that he sometimes spends the night… Maybe Seekers just didn't like to use washrooms with other frame types? Yeah, maybe that's it! They couldn't be doing anything else, right?

Moonstar shook her helm. No, she never heard anything about Starscream having a mate and he didn't seem to caring towards Skywarp upon their arrival. Maybe they just wrestled to past the time. After all, they were rough, evil Decepticons.

Moonstar sighed, pushing the confusing thoughts aside. She better just clean up and rest. It had been a long orbital cycle.

Now clean, Moonstar decided a closer examination of her new prison was in order. She approached the desk and studied the objects upon it. The little statues were of Seekers, all of them in a gold color with Cybertronian glyphs written over them. The first one she picked up was of a Seeker in tetrajet mode on its little stand which read, "First Place." The others all had something similar scribbled on them.

Next she moved to the datapads. She flicked one on and was presented with a password protected screen. She tried another one and met the same resistance. She turned to one of the viscreens only to have it also demand a password.

Well, she wasn't going to get much entertainment from that. So she moved on to the plaques on the wall. Some were from the Science Academy while others from the Military Academy.

"Never took you for a scientist." She murmured to herself.

She entered the berthroom and found that it too, like the washroom, had streaks of paint riddled on its walls.

"Probably just from fighting." She reassured herself before stalking over to the desk of datapads. She onlined one to find it about something science-y or other. She couldn't decipher those big words. Trying another, it too was written in a language imposing as Cybertronian.

"Nothing to read, nothing to do, no where to go…" She grumbled to herself as she tossed the datapad back down on the pile.

The doors hissed open and the obvious voice of Skywarp sounded from the main room.

"Aw, come on, Screamer! Can't we stay too!"

"No, Skywarp!"

"Please?"

"Skywarp, come on. Let Starscream enjoy his first night." A new, deeper voice said.

"But, TC..!"

Moonstar chose this moment to enter the main room. She stopped when she caught sight of the three Seekers, their elegant forms dominating the space. As one they turned to face her.

"Please, Screamer?" Skywarp tried again with his best puppy eyes impression. If one did not know he was a deadly warrior he could have easily been called "cute and innocent."

"No, Skywarp!" Starscream exclaimed, his servos in tight fists by his sides and shaking slightly.

"Fine, I can take a hint! Come on, TC, let's go. We're obviously not welcomed here." Skywarp said as he tossed his head up and superciliously excited the room with his wings fluttering slightly.

Thundercracker watched him go for a moment before looking back at his trineleader. "See you later, Star. Don't have too much fun." He said with a mischievous smile across his face.

"Just make sure he doesn't get into any trouble." Starscream replied knowing that Thundercracker knew who he was talking about.

Thundercracker nodded and left the room. Once the doors had closed Starscream pivoted slowly on his heels to face Moonstar. "Would you like to have something to drink before we get started?" She didn't say anything. Just nervously watched him. Starscream plucked a cube of high grade from his desk and sauntered over to her. He proffered the cube with a smug smirk.

"I-I thought I wasn't supposed to drink your high grade." She finally forced out after a hesitant pause.

"Unless I offer it to you. Now, drink up. It will help the nerves."

"Why do you still want to do this to me if you know I'm scared?" She asked softly.

"As I said before, because I own you and I can do as I please." He placed the cube in her delicate servos and walked away to sit at his desk. She stood there, holding the cube as her optics watched Starscream like prey would watch a predator. "Drink it as I finish this paperwork." He ordered not looking up from the datapads he just pulled from subspace.

"What are you doing?" She asked still in a soft voice.

"Running an army across several solar systems is complicated stuff. It requires much paperwork time behind a desk, especially when you have to deal with the personal slag of idiotic crewmechs."

"Like, what type of personal slag?"

"Fights, mostly. Megatron, and Soundwave apparently, don't have much time to be handing out punishment details to those not in a gestalt. As Air Commander I am in charge of all flyers, and sometimes I find myself dealing with grounders. Tell me, Moonstar, what would you do with a triplechanger who slagged a Combaticon over a few cubes of high grade?" He looked up at her from the datapad he held.

"Well, I suppose maybe make him clean the ship." She said slowly.

Starscream smiled as he leaned back in his chair and propped his peds on the desk, crossing his ankles. "Blitzwing would hate that. So, how much of the ship would you assign him?"

Moonstar took a sip of her cube. "Maybe several large rooms, depending on the severity of his victim's wounds."

"An entire missing limb." Starscream supplied nonchalantly.

"Oh," She gaped.

"Finish your cube." He ordered once again returning to his datapad.

She looked down at the pinkish liquid sloshing about as she idly rotated the cube. "Please, don't take me." She said almost to herself.

"Drink all of the cube or I will force it down." Starscream growled.

Her lower lip trembled, but she did as she was told and had it all downed in under a breem. Starscream, now finished with his work, set aside his datapads and stood up. She lowered her optics as he approached, her servos shaking as they held the empty cube. Starscream's larger servos took her delicate ones in his own and took the cube. He placed it on the desk before turning his full attention on her.

The high grade did help some. She wasn't a quaking mess like she would have been without it. She still trembled some, but Starscream easily overlooked it. His servos massaged her upper arms gently, relaxing her. She still refused to look up at him and her servos twisted nervously. He calmly led her into the berthroom, pushing her backwards by the arms. The door shut behind them.

"Lights to fifty percent." Starscream said as he eased Moonstar to lean against the berth.

Their optics glowed brightly in the dim light, reflecting off of each other's armor and the surroundings. Starscream began to divert his caressing touches elsewhere on her body. Electricity flowed from his fingertips, easing her tense form and pleasuring her sensitive circuits. Her body begun to warm despite herself and her trembling ceased. His expert servos quickly found all the crevices and seams of her body, massaging and feeling them all with such finesse like an artist caring for their greatest of pieces.

Part of Moonstar wanted this. She always dreamed of being with a Seeker, but on her own terms. She wasn't an object to do as he pleased with her. But as his servos continued fondling her that traitorous voice in her head began to get louder. Her body was craving it now, and her internal fans were working harder to keep her from overheating.

She gasped when Starscream's hands lowered, one cupping her aft while the other moved between her legs. Her servos reached back and grasped the edge of the berth behind her. Starscream smiled, his body firmly against her smaller frame.

"Open," He whispered seductively.

"Please," She whispered back. "Please."

"Don't fight it."

"I've never done this before. I'm scared."

His grin grew. "Aren't you glad I'm your first. You have nothing to fear. I will be gentle. And when we're done, you will only want more." Her breathing quickened as his servos continued working her codpiece, his own body heating up with hers. "Open." He whispered oh so quietly like a serene breeze.

The sound of sliding metal reached their audio receptors. Moonstar bit her lower lip, ashamed at her body's betrayal. Starscream only flashed a predatory smile at her before he too slid his codpiece aside. Moonstar quickly reverted her optics elsewhere, not wanting to see the new part of Starscream's anatomy. She could feel the lubricants from her valve leaking down her legs, her body aroused and ready, but not her mind.

Starscream took a half step back and turned her around. He placed a servo between her shoulder plates and forced her to lean over the berth. Static filled her optics as she grasped the berthside. His servos ran along the sides of her frame before his strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"Please…" She whispered once more. "Please don't."

She gasped when he entered her, curling in on herself slightly as her servos dug into the berth. His hands grasped her hips, his thumbs massaging her as he allowed her to get use to the new feeling. She reached between her legs with one hand and felt the connection, almost to make sure it was real. Starscream started slow, easing her into the foreign sensation. She gasped softly with each thrust soon evolving into quiet moans as he gained speed. Her servo never left its position between her legs even as the thrusts became harder and faster. She was moaning loudly now as Starscream panted above her. His grip on her sides was like iron, as if she would slip away from his merciless pounding. She was gasping between moans now, panting hard as she neared her overload. Her helm was lowered almost to the berth, her hot breath leaving condensation on its cool surface. Her overload came and she cried out in pleasure and surprise by the powerful sensation. Starscream was right behind her, grunting through his with gritted denta, his servos clasping even tighter on her as he relieved himself into her systems. She inhaled quickly at the feeling of his fluid filling her and jerked herself upwards. Starscream's hands massaged her sides, calming her down.

"How was that?" He asked softly in her audio receptor.

She only panted in reply, her optics staring ahead not focusing on anything in particular. She seemed to realize just then that her hand was still between her legs and jerked it quickly away, disgusted that she had actually touched his spike with it.

"Hmm, if you weren't too fond of that I would like to try another position."

She puffed in surprise as he pulled out of her, his servos still holding her sides. Almost lovingly, he turned her around and eased her to lie back on the berth. He climbed on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head and held them there with one hand. His other stroked her along her chestplates, caressing her to relax once again as he took her. Another gasp escaped her lips as he penetrated her for a second time. This time, he did not pause and went straight into thrusting, slow at first but quickly increased the speed and ferocity. She moaned and gasped noisily as his hard pants beat warm air into her faceplates. His servos rested on either side of her helm, releasing her wrists. She reached up and grasped his upper arms, buckling and arching her back beneath him. When her overload came she was more prepared and groaned loudly. Starscream grunted through his and filled her with his fluids.

He lowered his helm and rested his brow against hers. Panting, his optics offline, he rested like that for a few astroseconds, cooling his heated systems. She watched him, feeling his hot breathes against her warm faceplates. He looked so peaceful like this, no shame from what he had just done to his innocent victim.

He onlined his optics and looked at her for a moment. No smiles, no kisses, nothing. He simply raised himself up, removed himself from her, and folded the plates of his codpiece back. Taking her in his arms, he dragged her to lie alongside him on the berth. Her own codpiece back in place, she complied, too exhausted to fight back as his arm wrapped around her waist and held her back against his chest.

"Lights off." Starscream commanded.

Once they were in complete darkness, Starscream begun to shut down his systems and entered recharge. Moonstar stared into the black room, her optics lighting the area just before her face, listening to Starscream's fans cooling him. Her sobs were quiet at first, but soon become louder as she cried herself into recharge.