My lovelies, did you really think this story was over? Nah, it's not over yet. It's almost done, maybe a couple more chapters, but it's not done yet. Anyways, enjoy this chapter! I do advise you though, there are dark themes and swears in this chapter. You've been warned!

12.

"This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object."

During the next few weeks, Vega learned quickly just how hungry Megatron was for sex. She was fully aware that he had been deprived of a decent sexual relationship with a femme for nearly the last decade since he was in a coma, but she never imagined he would summon her for sexual favors this often.

Vega was hesitant to complain; despite how rough he was, he always did please her. Yet, after every session they had, she had to go to self-recovery bay to treat some sort of injury he had inflicted upon her. She noticed, though, that she served relatively no other purpose than to answer to Megatron's sexual needs. And more than anything, she wanted more respect than that. She was not a puppet, she was not his object, she was not a thing to be played with. Though, she was too afraid to tell him otherwise.

More often than not, she sometimes had to serve his needs not just once, but several times throughout the day. He would beckon her to the throne room after a successful mission as his reward. He would summon her after an unsuccessful mission to reassert his dominance. She went to bed with him every night. She woke up pinned beneath him every morning. On several occasions Vega had to beg the Decepticon leader not to have her in front of his men. She didn't know how they would react, if it would turn his subordinates on or not, and the last thing she wanted was a giant Decepticon orgy.

Though it would certainly be interesting…

Vega shook the thought from her head as she sat in her and Megatron's quarters and polished her blades, angrily. The only time they ever saw use was when Megatron wanted to be violent. She had joined the Decepticons and agreed to be Megatron's mate for the sole purpose of fighting the Autobots; he had promised her an entertaining life. He hadn't said he would be making her his plaything.

Out of frustration, she slammed her fist into the wall, only to hear a menacing cackle echo behind her. Surprised, Vega whirled around only to see Megatron standing there. Anger flooded through her circuits.

"Something wrong, dearest?" he asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist and started guiding her towards the cleansing room.

But she didn't move. Instead, she pulled herself free from his grasp and took a few steps back from him. He stopped walking and turned to her, amused. "Well, there must be something wrong, you've never refused me like that before," he said.

"Oh really?" she remarked sarcastically as she snapped her weapons back on.

"Vega," he growled angrily, but his optics were wild with excitement.

"Megatron when you brought me here you said I would be entertained—

"Am I not entertaining you?" he asked with a devious smirk.

"I'm sick of being your sex toy."

He walked over to her and grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh come now, sweetspark, when you're writhing beneath me in complete ecstasy, I get a different impression," he sneered, "Do you want to be on top for once?" And he chuckled.

She tried to push herself out of his grasp, but it didn't work, he held her tightly. "No," she remarked as she continued to struggle.

"Then what's the matter?"

"I want to do more than just be fucked by you."

And all at once, his amusement disappeared. "You're not fighting the Autobots," he said as he released her and turned back towards the cleansing room.

"Why?"

"You wouldn't last a second against Optimus Prime and his men."

"I've fought them before without much trouble."

He turned to her, glaring, an expression of hatred on his face for her pressing the issue even further. "A good femme stays here and waits for her master to return so she can be at his service when he commands it, do I make myself clear, Vega?" he snarled.

She was so angry she wanted to cry. However, instead of shedding tears, she turned on heel and headed for the door. Vega wasn't going to put up with that, even if it had come out of her own mate's mouth.

"Vega, you walk out that door and I swear to Primus that you will not walk back through it."

She stopped; her optics wide as she stared at the door. Fear and panic gripped her spark as she tried to decide what to do. If she left, just where was she going to go? But if she stayed, just what was going to happen?

"Don't forget, Vega, you gave yourself to me and whether you like it or not, you're all mine. I'll have you in any way I see fit, no matter how much you hate it, no matter how much it hurts. Now turn around my dear and come to your master…"

Feeling broken, she turned around to face him. Slowly she walked over, and when she reached him, he took her gently in his arms and breathed possessively, "There, that wasn't so bad now was it?" And he chuckled darkly before pulling her inside the cleansing room with him and locking the door.

She cried out as he shoved her harshly into a wall, turning on the cleanser simultaneously. Her cries were muffled as he forcefully kissed her, ripping off bits and pieces of her armor as he forced her interface plates open. She tried to push him away and close her plates, but a diagnostic message flashed across her CPU informing her that the plates were jammed. Blindly, she dug and scratched at his armor, trying desperately to free herself. She didn't want to listen to the voice in the back of her mind that said she wouldn't be able to free herself, the voice that said Megatron was only enjoying every bit of this.

"St-Stop," she pleaded pathetically, the cleanser masking the lubricant leaking from her optics.

But he forced himself inside of her, grinning darkly. "You know I love you, Vega," he taunted her.

"Some…lover you are…raping your own mate," she growled through clenched teeth, wincing as he thrust himself inside of her over and over again.

"It wouldn't be…the first time," he panted.

Vega remembered when she had tried that new therapy technique with him that was similar to the game 20 Questions that the humans played. She remembered how she had come away from that therapy session feeling as if she had been raped. Obviously he remembered it too. She tried to keep her expression from breaking as she forced her optics offline. Why hadn't she listened to Vindamiatrix? Whatever made her believe that she was better off as a Decepticon? Despite everything Megatron had promised, despite who she had become…

What had she really gained in the end?

Vega grit her dental plates together as she felt her own pleasure sensors preparing for overload. She didn't want to get off; she didn't want Megatron to see she had unwillingly enjoyed this. Blindly, she clutched his waist, digging her fingertips into his armor, praying he would finish soon.

"Megatron…" she breathed.

"That's right, Vega. Breathe the name of your savior in your time of need."

She let her optics come back online and met his sick, power hungry, pleasure filled gaze. Something within her exploded, and before she knew what she was doing, her blades had been summoned from her arms and she sliced Megatron across his face and chest, causing him to stumble backwards, surprised.

"Alright then…" he mused as he checked to see how badly he was bleeding.

Vega went to attack him again, but he easily caught her. He stripped her of her weapons and they landed on the floor with a loud clatter before he slammed her back into the wall. The Decepticon leader held her where she was before vehemently reinserting himself and fucking her without mercy. He purposefully drove himself deeper than what her body could handle, impaling her with his cable as she cried out in agony.

"You want pain," he hissed as he forced her spark chamber open, "Then I'll make you suffer." And he scratched his fingertips over her spark's surface.

Vega thought for sure he was going to kill her. She held onto him for dear life as her legs buckled beneath her, overload still threatening her despite the pain.

Megatron chuckled, "Tell me you love me. You never have."

"Master…" she groaned, pain heavy in her voice.

"Say it."

"I…love you."

And he crushed his lips against hers as she overloaded despite everything she had done to try and prevent her climax. He got off not too long after she did, burying his essence deep inside of her. Slowly he pulled out before he concealed his cable, chuckling as Vega sank to the floor, too weak to stand.

"Oh my sweetspark," he cooed as he turned the cleanser off and scooped her up in his arms, "Let's go get you fixed up."

She tensed as he carried her out of their quarters and to the self-repair bay. He set her inside of it before turning it on, allowing the energon to fix her injuries, both external and internal. When her repairs were finished, she slowly got out and waited as Megatron fixed the injuries that she had caused him.

Vega kept her back to him as she tried to console herself. She tried not to reprimand herself; she knew Megatron was fully capable of hurting her, regardless of the fact that she was his mate. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex with him before…but the fact he had taken her when she resisted…

She felt like she meant nothing to him. If he loved her, which she doubted now, it was only because she was just an easy fuck. She didn't want to believe she regretted everything she had done only after a few weeks, but she didn't want to believe that this was how it was going to be for the rest of her life. Had she really chosen this fate so blindly?

"Don't cry," she pleaded with herself, "Don't cry, especially in front of him…"

She stiffened when she suddenly felt arms encircle her waist from behind. She felt his front press against her back as lips pressed against her neck. And she couldn't hold it in anymore as she broke down in helpless sobs.

"Vega," he purred as he turned her to face him. He rewrapped his arms around her as he held her against him.

She cried into his chest, wishing she could stop, but the tears came from her broken and bleeding soul. He didn't say anything as she continued to cry and they stood there for what felt like hours until Vega managed to calm down a bit. Finally, she found the courage to say, "I feel like I mean nothing to you."

"Don't forget who you are, Vega, don't forget your place," he said, wiping the remaining tears from her optics as he cradled her face between his hands.

"But you treat me so—

"Did you expect to be pampered?"

"I wasn't looking for this."

"I warned you."

"You lied."

He laughed, but it came out as more of a cackle. His lips brushed over hers as he asked with a menacing smile, "To what degree will you sentence me?"

She tried to turn away from him, but he held her where she was as he continued, "You were well aware of what you were getting yourself into, Vega. Tell me, do you want a war between us? You're just a scared little girl. You know there's no escaping; you know you can't get out of here alive."

"I don't want to leave…" she whimpered.

"Then what do you want?" he asked, "A greater purpose?"

"If that's what it takes to gain some respect around here—

"Vega, you're not one of my soldiers. I'll be damned if you should be lost on the battlefield after everything you and I have gone through."

And suddenly she wondered if this whole mess she had caused was for nothing. "Then why did you rape me?" she asked.

"To make you see that you're mine, you belong to me and nobody else. I'll play the villain to your victim, but you will not have a hero in this tragedy."

"Master I'm…I'm sorry," she breathed as the realization became clear. He had worked so hard to get her, but she had never realized just how easy it was for him to lose her. Whatever bond they had was paper-thin, she knew he was completely wrong, and if she was exposed to the Autobot influence for too long…

She'd find a hero.

"Are you?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, looking him straight in the optic.

"Then come to bed with me and never bring this nonsense up again," he said as he gently wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her back to their quarters.

She leaned against him as they walked, grateful for these rare moments of gentleness.

The next morning was the best morning of her life.

Rather than waking up to Megatron inserting himself inside of her, she woke up on her own only to see her mate was still sound asleep beside her. Without thinking, she moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. She watched as his optics dimly came online before he wrapped his arms completely around her and pulled her against him.

"You're up early," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I wasn't having a good dream anyway," he said as he yawned.

"Well…" she trailed off, wondering if she should spread her legs for him or not.

"Just lie here with me," he said, much to her surprise.

Slowly, she relaxed into his embrace, listening to the clicking and whizzing of gears inside of him. She felt his fingertips gently massage over various locations of her body, first her hip, then her arm, then her cheek. "Vega," he said as she started to drift back into recharge.

"Yes master?"

"I wish to merge my spark with yours."

Vega felt suddenly elated and numb all at once. A spark bond was the ultimate connection between two transformers. Once it a bond formed, the two transformers created a permanent connection and the only way to sever it was through death. Vega thought for sure that Megatron would never ask her to merge sparks. The few transformers who had spark bonded reported that they could hear their lover's thoughts, feel their emotions, etc. She couldn't believe Megatron wanted to, with her…

"R-Really?" she asked, "If we do—

"I'm fully aware of the consequences," he said as he opened his spark chamber and pulled her closer to him.

For a moment, Vega hesitated as she stared at the swirling mass of electricity that constituted the Decepticon leader's spark.

It was a permanent bond to an everlasting evil…

Slowly she allowed her spark chamber to open, feeling completely exposed and naked. He beheld her for a moment before he gently leaned forward and kissed her. Before Vega could change her mind, Megatron pressed his spark to hers, initiating the bond.

A moan escaped her lips as she tightly grasped his waist. Like interfacing, bonding didn't come pain free. She could feel the darkness within Megatron's soul stinging, biting, lashing out, ready to devour her. But it felt so good…

She heard Megatron groan as his grip on her tightened. Neither of them had done this before so neither of them knew quite what to expect. "If…I had known…that nnnhhh…that you had all these…gnnhhh…petty emotions inside of you…that you're…harboring for me…I would've done this…unngghh…sooner," he groaned.

Vega was still shifting through his emotions trying to find just what dark corner of his spark he was keeping her in. She felt through his pain, she felt through his anger, his bitterness, through each layer of his madness and then…she shuddered as a groan passed her lips. She wasn't sure what the emotion was that he felt for her, but it wasn't love. It was almost greater, but at the same time, far worse.

He chuckled as he kissed her. Their sparks were almost one and Vega felt the most mind boggling sensation. She felt as if her soul was wavering back and forth between their bodies, she felt like she was completely inside the Decepticon leader, and it felt like he was inside of her. It was when their sparks fully merged, the split second before they fell prisoner to their overloads that Vega believed, if only for a small moment, that she could see through Megatron's optics and behold herself.

But as quickly as the moment came, it ended, and she was left in a panting, overheating mess as their sparks separated. At first, neither of them said anything. They were trying to process what had just happened as they clung helplessly to one another. Vega wasn't sure how, but she felt different. She didn't feel alone within her own mind anymore, let alone her spark.

"Primus…" she thought.

"Ah, so it did work."

"Megatron?"

"Oh come now Vega, please tell me you know what happens when two people spark bond. They can hear each other's thoughts, feel each other's emotions. We're permanently connected."

"Why did you want this?" she asked out loud, looking him directly in the optics.

"Why, my dearest? So I can have complete control over you. Now let's get up, I wish for you to accompany me on the mission today," he said.

"You mean, you're letting me go with you?"

"Now that we're permanently bonded, nobody can take you from me."

Vega felt elation surge through her circuits, which caused Megatron to laugh. He clearly had felt it too.

Megatron had led his Decepticon army on a rather simplistic mission, just to provoke an Autobot counterattack. He brought them to Ocean City just to lay siege, sometimes mindless destruction was quite stress relieving. And, just as predicted, as they began their onslaught, the Autobots emerged from the city in an effort to defend it.

"Oh, whoa," Jetfire mused as he did a flyby, "Looks like they brought their cheerleader with them."

"I heard that!" Vega growled as she took aim and fired at him.

"Ouch, hey!" Jetfire remarked, "For a cheerleader you sure do pack a punch."

Megatron only laughed, "Go get them boys!"

"What about me?" Vega asked.

"Let me go show you what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object," he said as he grabbed her by the wrist and brought her down onto the deck of the city, where Optimus was waiting.

"I see you brought your dolly," Optimus stated with a smirk, which caused Megatron to frown.

He drew his sword before he attacked the Autobot leader, leaving Vega behind as they went off to fight. Vega frowned, realizing he had only brought her here so that she could watch him fight. She already knew he was impressive; she didn't have to see it. However, she nearly jumped out of her metal chassis when someone suddenly tapped on her shoulder. She whirled around, cannons ready to fire only to see Jetfire standing there.

"Oh come now, sweetie, you don't want to shoot me. What do you say you and I tango?" he asked.

"I don't know," she remarked as she powered down her guns and switched to her blades, "Can you dance?"

"Let me teach you," he said as he threw a punch at her, but Vega ducked underneath his fist and turned on heel before delivering him a swift right hook.

"Well damn," he stated as he stumbled back a bit, rubbing the side of his face, "Maybe we should just talk about this."

"I'm not in a talking mood."

And so they continued to fight. At first, it looked like Vega had the upper hand, but Jetfire was quick to learn her fighting style. After a while, he finally managed to pin her against a wall. He held her wrists together above her head and he stood on her feet, preventing her from kicking him. Using his body weight, he held her against the wall.

"You know," he said in a low voice, "Megatron has pretty good taste in femmes."

"Get off me!" she snarled, but her anger quickly turned to surprise and fear as his facemask suddenly disappeared, revealing his smirking lips.

"Winner's kiss," he said as he used his free hand and lifted her face to meet his in a poisonous kiss.

There was suddenly an ear piercing sound of metal clashing against metal and Vega looked to see Megatron had punched Jetfire across the back of the head, knocking him out cold. Composing herself, Vega slowly stepped away from the wall as she felt Megatron's glare tear through her armor.

"What were you thinking engaging the Autobot second in command?" he growled, "Let me guess, he's your hero."

"No! He came up from behind me…I didn't have a choice—

"I don't care!" he seethed as he punched her across the face, sending her to the ground in a heap. But he didn't stop there, he kicked her, he sliced her with his sword, and the punishment kept going until Starscream finally intervened, saying that the Autobots had gained the upper hand. Megatron sheathed his sword before glaring down at Vega, he spat on her before turning around and walking away.

"Megatron!" she screamed as he opened a warp gate.

But he didn't even look over his shoulder as he stepped through the gate, his troops following behind him before the gate closed.

"No!" she sobbed as she struggled to get to her feet.

"You're under arrest!" she heard a voice say behind her as she was yanked to her feet and stasis cuffs were slapped over her wrists.

"Megatron…"

And so, what will become of Vega? Well, you'll have to wait until the next chapter...which might not be updated for a while. College starts back up soon, which is going to eat up all my time. But, until the next chapter, please review!