*Pixie Dust's POV*
Coolant poured down her faceplates as the Decepticon Tyrant Megatron rubbed his clawed digits between her legs. The young femme couldn't stop the whimpers from coming out of her mouth. However, Megatron didn't seem to notice. It seemed that the Con Lord just wanted to tease her body.
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It had been three days since she had been captured and the Decepticon Lord had made sure Pixie Dust's life in her new home was nothing but a living Pit. On the first day after she had awakened, Megatron had two of the Constructicons bring new armor for the femme. The armor was the same color as the armor she was wearing. However it was completely different. The armor was what humans would've referred to as a bikini. Pixie Dust had never worn armor that was so revealing but she had no choice. It was either little armor or none at all. The Decepticon Lord had a collar put on her as well, making it even worse.
On the second day while she was in her new home, Pixie Dust was ordered to the wash racks. Apparently she was to "help" the mechs clean themselves. Many of the mechs made rude comments to her, touch her inappropriately, some had even removed their cod pieces to "show off" their equipment. However there were some Decepticons that were respectful towards her. Pixie Dust had met Barricade and his team and they had seemed nice. They made rude jokes but they only went so far with them, none of Barricade's team would cross that unspoken line.
Then there was Thundercracker. The blue Seeker had come into the wash racks with dirt covering his wings, torso and legs. The bulky Seeker had remained still as Pixie Dust worked on cleaning his wings. Soon Thundercracker had gotten bored of just sitting and started to ask questions. Pixie Dust had answered his questions, like her age, what she wanted to become, what her favorite activities were. She even told him that she was half Seeker. Thundercracker wasn't expecting her to tell him that apparently because when she did, the poor mech had jumped up and slipped, banging his head on the bench he had been sitting on. Luckily he hadn't been hurt.
On the third day, Megatron went too far. The large mech had kept Pixie Dust on his berth all day, put a chain on her collar that was attached to the wall, then he just left. When he had returned…that's when it got bad.
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Pixie Dust whimpered as Megatron nibbled her neck cables, she was frightened for no one had ever done that to her before, and she was confused about the warmth spreading throughout her frame. When Megatron put his clawed servo on her interface panel, the young femme gasped loudly. The Tyrant chuckled and started to roughly rub her interface panel, trying to coax it open. Just as he panel opened for him, the alarm to the base blared and an explosion was heard.