Author's note. Sorry for taking so long to update, I got caught up with work but now I'm back.

In this chapter, we find out the aftermath of Megatron's attack on Arcee. How does this go. Find out.

Enjoy and please review.

Elita sat on that berth for a long time, holding her quietly sobbing daughter. She could only gently rock her while murmuring softly. Megatron, her child's attacker, was still in the room, a dark brooding presence.

She longed to do something about Megatron's depraved attack but she couldn't. He'd only end up hurting Arcee again and even if he didn't, there was still her Femmes.

She closed her optics as a wave of mental pain washed over her, she wasn't of one Spark with Arcee but she could still feel her hurting. She clutched the young Femme even tighter to her.

"Mama," Arcee whimpered softly. "I don't want to...to...not with..."

"I know, darling, I know," Elita said gently, stroking the top of Arcee's back.

The lower half and part of her aft was covered in angry welts.

"S-so big, Mama," Arcee said, trembling violently.

"He won't touch you," Elita said fiercely, glancing at Megatron who was turned away from them, cleaning his large arm cannon.

"I will never let him hurt you," Elita promised firmly as she turned back to Arcee.

"B-but I don't want him hurting you in my place," Arcee said tearfully, flinching from her wounds.

"He's not going to, Arcee," Elita said sternly before saying.

"Now don't think about that darling, don't think about any of it. We need to think about getting your injuries seen to..."

"An excellent point, my dear,"

Arcee gasped and buried her face against Elitqa's chassis as Elita looked up at Megatron's voice. The grey tyrant had paused in his cleaning and was now looking over at them. Elita narrowed her optics as he stood before making his way over to them.

"The child does need some medcial care, I suppose she's endured her punishment long enough," he said, towering over the two Femmes who were on the berth.

"How generous of you to say," Elita said with a soft snarl.

He smirked tightly.

"That's enough of that Femling," he now said sternly to Arcee who was still hiding her face.

"You need to get ready to go to the Medical Bay."

"He's right Sweetness," Elita said with a sigh.

In a whisper she said.

"Show him you are your Sire's daughter,"

Arcee trembled but nodded and slowly released her mother. Squaring her shoulders, she got off the berth and stood up facing Megatron. Some tears were still trailing down her face but with an effort, she repressed the rest.

The young Femme was unable to repress a shudder however, as Megatron's gaze raked her body. Elita could understand how naked that gaze could make you feel.

Suddenly Megatron snapped his fingers, the sharp sound making both Femmes jump and a little drone came buzzing out of nowhere. It was much smaller than the one used to torment Elita and the pink Femme realised it was a Guide Bot. Guide Bot's were used to direct bots to destinations in large crowded buildings, they were programmed to stay by the bots side till they reached it.

And there could only one reason Megatron wanted it.

"You can't mean to allow Arcee to go to the Med Bay by herself?" Elita said in disbelief.

"No one will bother her," Megatron said in an unconcerned tone. "You needn't fret, Femme."

"I should go with her," Elita insisted, standing up so that she was right in front of him.

"She needs me there,"

"Your Femmes will be there," MEgatron said dismissively. "To provide all the smothering comfort she needs."

"And plenty of groping Mechs," Elita stated angrily, but Megatron held up a hand.

"Hook does not allow such things in his Med Bay, especially to his patients. And I will send a general communication that Arcee is not to be bothered on her journey to his Med Bay."

Elita had to acknowledge this, she did know Hook was very professional, just like Ratchet. But still...

"But why can I not go with her?" she asked quietly.

Megatron stepped closer to her and cupped her chin.

"Remember your promise Elita," she said softly. "I am still unsatisfied and I mean to fix that."

Elita's optics widened but she reluctantly nodded. She had promised to please him, in order for spare her daughter. But why did he have to choose now to remind her of it.

"Fine," she said dully and yanked herself up of his grip.

She turned to Arcee and with a weak smile, started untying her bound hands. Arcee's optics were wide, but Elita quickly cupped her cheek and said.

"It's alright my darling. Now, do you understand that you have to follow this Guide Bot and go straight to the Med Bay?"

"Of course Mama," Arcee said softly.

"That's my girl," Elita said, with a real smile this time. "you'd better get going and tell the others not worry, I'll see them soon."

"Yes Mama," Arcee said dutifully before giving her a quick hug.

But then the drone buzzed and Arcee released her again before following it. The door opened and closed, and her daughter was gone.

Elita stood there for a moment but then felt arms wrap around her waist and a mouth on her neck. She sighed softly, now was the time for duty once again.

Chromia's POV.

"How long's this going to take?"

This was the loud complaint voiced by Chromia as she lay on her front as Hook worked on her back. So far, just Echo had been seen to and the others were still waiting for Hook to finish with their SIC.

One of the reasons for this was when Echo had been seen to, the Femmes had been presented with their new outfits. This had caused a major argument between the Femmes and their captors. Finally, Soundwave, in his deep resounding voice, pointed out that Elita had submitted and did they want to dishonour her?

This had ended any disagreement, though the Femmes were still very disgruntled about it. But so far, none of them had changed, saying they wanted to do it together. And Soundwave had accepted this and agreed.

But Chromia's examination was taking quite a while as Hook had discovered some shrapnel embedded in her back. And he was determined to get it all out.

"You should have gotten this seen to right away," he abolished sternly.

"Now your protoforms healed around it and I've got to dig it all out," he added yanking a piece he had wriggled out, causing Chromia to yelp.

"Well resources ain't exactly abundant," she snapped back. "Nor are competent Medics."

"That I can tell," he said dryly as he dropped the piece into a metal bowl before stating on another deeply lodged one.

As Chromia growled and grumbled, the other Femmes stood loftily apart from their captors. Most of their escort had left once they'd arrived at the Med Bay and there were now only six Decepticons keeping an optic on them. Soundwave had left after the situation over armour had been sorted out but one of his Cassetees, Laserbeak, had remained to make sure there were no further problems.

The other remaining Decepticons were keeping a close watch on the Femmes, and admiring their armoured forms. Needless to say, they were all looking forward to that evening where these Femme could serve and tend to them. They were also indulging in little fantasies of where those Femmes would be sleeping that night.

But suddenly, the door chimed and everyone turned to see who was entering. They were greeted by a surprising sight as the door opened. Arcee came stumbling in, a tiny Guide Bot at her heels.

The first thing the Mechs noticed was that she seemed very scared.

The first thing the Femmes all noticed was that she was very distressed, with tears glistening in her optics.

The first thing Hook saw was that she was limping and holding herself in a strane way.

There was a brief silence for a moment as the young Femme started making her way over and then...

"Arcee," Moonracer cried and wrenching herself out of her captors grasp, rushed over to her.

"What's happened?" Chromia demanded sharply as Arcee flung her around the green Femme and started sobbing.

"She's been whipped," Moonracer angrily declared, making all the Femmes bristle with anger.

All the Mechs had a nasty feeling it wasn't a smart idea to hang around. Hook, taking in the situation while trying to stop Chromia leaping up, sighed and said.

"Wait outside, all of you, I can handle this,"

"Are you sure about that..." Scrapper began but Hook snapped.

"Now!"

They didn't need telling twice and within a few breems, Hook was the only Mech left in the room, apart from the silent Laserbeak. He allowed Chromia to roll off the berth and rush over to Arcee with the other Femmes. They all fussed over the still weeping Femling while Hook his hands.

"Come on darling," Chromia said gently, her arm around Arcee's shoulders.

"Let's get you sorted out," she added as she led the young Femme back to where Hook was preparing the examination berth.

Surrounded by familiar, comforting Femmes, Arcee was able to face Hook. He examined her critically before producing a small cube of blue Energon from sub-space. Offering it to Arcee, he said.

"This will help calm you and alleviate some of the pain."

"Thank you," Arcee said politely as she tremulously took the cube and started sipping it.

Soon, her trembles ceased and she relaxed slightly. Firestar grinned, stroking the hand she was gently holding.

"Feeling better, Cee?"

"Yeah," Arcee said softly as Hook now said.

"I need to examine your back Arcee, please turn around."

She did as she was told and he was able to get a good look at her back. Megatron hadn't spared her much, many of the cuts were deep but it looked like he had tried to avoid hitting the same marks. This would have caused fort greater pain and made it harder to treat the wounds.

After Hook was done examining her, he said gently.

"You're going to have to remove your back armour so I can directly treat the wounds on your protoform."

As Arcee gave a squeak of protest, Hook said.

"I will turn my back and wait until you are on the berth."

He turned and walked a few steps away to give the young Femme some space.

Arcee shot a helpless glance towards Chromia who smiled reassuringly and said.

"He's right, I'm afraid. But we're here, everything's going to be okay."

And after a few more words from the other Femmes, Arcee nodded and started taking her upper armour off. Moonracer helped her and as they green Femme took the armour, Chromia and Firestar helped the young Femme onto the berth where she lay on her front. She gave a small smile as she relaxed on top of the blanket that had been placed there.

"I-I'm ready," Arcee called softly.

Hook turned and strode over to them. The first thing he did was to lightly hose Acree's back, to clean the dried Energon away. Though the Femmes gave the Decepticon Medic plenty of room to work, they still managed to gather round the young Femme close.

"Why did he do it?" Echo asked softly, before adding. "It was Megatron, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Arcee replied softly as Hook wiped away the water and blood.

"He did it because I hit him in the face."

They all made sounds of shock and surprise at this while Hook merely raised a brow.

"Not that it ain't tempting," Chromia stated. "But why on Cybertron did you do that?"

"He found out about Mama," Arcee said quietly. "H-he guessed."

"Oh darling," Moonracer said with a sigh. She and the other Femmes had been hoping to hide this fact from the Decepticons, especially Megatron.

"So why...?" Firestar began.

"He called me Sireless," Arcee said angrily, flinching slightly as Hook dabbed disinfectant on her open cuts.

The Femmes all hissed in shock and anger and Chromia even swore.

"Why that no good Slagger," she spat, gripping Arcee's hand tightly.

"I hope Elita gave him a good one," Firestar stated, optics flashing.

Arcee gave a small giggle but shook her head.

"She couldn't, he was holding onto me," Arcee explained, starting to tremble again.

"H-he slapped her so she couldn't stop him whipping me,"

The Femmes all growled as Hook continued to work completely silent.

"He let Mama come to me for a while, w-when it was over," Arcee continued before fresh tears welled up in her optics.

"B-but then he took Mama away, to his berth and t-tried..."

Arcee broke off, suddenly crying as the Femmes gasped before hugging her tightly.

"He didn't..." Moonracer said quietly and Arcee shook her head, tears still flowing.

"N-no," Arcee whimpered. "But only because Mama had installed a Chastity Belt so that he couldn't...you know."

"Yeah we know," Chromia said grimly. "And it serves that Slagger right he couldn't get any, I say well done Elita."

But Arcee was still trembling so much so that Hook had to pause in applying gauze to the wounds. As the Femmes stared, still trying to comfort her, Arcee choked out.

"He was furious with Mama, he said she should have stayed on his berth like a good Femme. He said he would not go unsatisfied even if that meant doing it w-with me."

"No," Chromia cried out as the other Femmes burst out with similar sentiments.

It took quite a while before Arcee was able to continue, though Hook still had to apply a mild sedative. Finally, Arcee gasped out.

"He grabbed me and took me to his berth a-and tied me there. I was so scared, he's so big, it would have hurt so bad..."

"Shh, shh, Cee Cee," Moonracer hissed gently as she pressed her head against the crying Femme.

"He' not here now, you're safe with us and we won't let him hurt you,"

"We won't let him near you at all," Firestar announced hotly.

"The slagging fragger," Chromia now hissed, her tone showing her agreement to Firestar's statement.

"What kind of a Mech tries to force a child into his berth, when I get my hands on him..."

Hook had a nagging feeling Megatron was in for a hard time.

"What happened dearest?" Echo now asked. "How did Elita stop him hurting you?"

"She pulled him away from him from me," Arcee said quietly before explaining what Eilta had promised.

The Femmes were silent for a moment, in awe of the lengths their leader would go to protect her own.

"Hell," Chromia said quietly, reminding Hook strongly of Ironhide.

"That's really something, isn't it?"

As the other Femmes nodded, Arcee whispered.

"It feels like it's my fault, Mama owuldn't have to do that if it weren't for me."

"Don't you think that," Moonracer said fiercely. "Don't you think that for a moment."

"Yeah," Chromia said furiously. "That Slagger shouldn't be putting her into that position in the first place, you wouldn't catch your Sire doing that."

As Arcee shook her head in agreement, Echo said quietly.

"Do not blame yourself Arcee, remember we are also hostages. If he didn't use you to force Elita, he would've used one of us."

"Okay," Arcee said softly with a sigh, she was worn out from all the emotional upheaval she had gone through in the last hour or so.

Moonracer saw this and with a gentle smile, said gently.

"There now, Cee, you just relax, I think you could do with a bit of recharge."

"Yeah," Echo said softly. "The Medic will fix you up and then you can go to sleep, and not worry about anything."

Arcee nodded, resting her face in her arms as Hook worked away. Eventually, he had done all he could, it was up to her systems to take care of the rest. He and the other Femmes helped her to her to a secluded berth where it was nice and dark, perfect for recharge.

Arcee still had to leave off her back armour to make it easier for her back to heal but Hook covered her back with a light but warn silk cover. He also provided some heated blankets to place around her, so that she remained nice and warm.

They all left her to sleep, pleased that she was better but knowing she would need a lot of attention to get over what had happened.

"We gotta remain quiet," Chromia stated softly. "We don't want to wake her."

"In that case," Hook said softly but dryly.

"You won't raise any objections to getting back on that berth and letting me deal with that shrapnel."

Chromia's muffled curses echoed around the large room but the little pink Femme slept on, undisturbed by anything.

The question was how long would this last?

To be continued.

Author's note. In the next chapter, the Femmes have to meet the Decepticons but end up having a lot of fun. Find out how next time, until then.