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The Dark Horizon
Chapter 14: Ruination
A mean ache in my processor was the first thing I became aware of and I whimpered weakly. Then, something warm and solid slipped beneath my shoulders and helped me sit up. My vision was very blurry when I opened my optics but somehow I knew who was holding me upright, even though I couldn't really see him. Ratchet.
So the plan had failed, again, and I was being treated at the med bay, again. Strangely, I didn't care at the moment; maybe it was a side effect of whatever had caused me to lose consciousness or maybe I had been drugged but somehow I didn't quite realize how severe the situation was. I leaned into his warm frame feeling quite dizzy, he didn't move.
"I'm so sorry, little one..." He stroked my aching helm with his other hand gently. I whimpered and hid my face in the armored plating covering his chest. I wanted to be closer to that source of comfortable warmth, I was feeling so cold and so small... My optics were able to focus again by now, but I didn't care for the surroundings.
All that mattered was that I was being held securely, the pure and innocent affection he made me feel and I didn't even know why. Way too quickly though, he peeled off of me to pick up an energon cube from a small bedside table beside him before gently pressing it to my lips. I didn't even object, instead I let him feed me slowly.
I was hungry and that led to the question of how long I had been out, considering I had refueled just before my escape attempt. The fuel helped clear my processor and I was glad the tender moment had vanished so quickly for now I was embarrassed big time for being so... cuddly.
"What happened- whoa!" I leaned further away from him but was hit by an enormous wave of nausea and disorientation all of a sudden and if it hadn't been for Ratchet's quick reaction, I would have toppled off the berth. "What the fuck?" I squeaked.
"Your equilibrium chip was damaged and I had to replace it. The new one will need to integrate into your systems first, that will take a few hours." Ratchet told me quietly. "As to what happened, I was told you received a none too gentle hit to the back of your head which knocked you out immediately. Jazz must have underestimated the force he was putting into it though because normally, there shouldn't have been any damage."
"Right." I said slowly but with a slightly annoyed tone. "Could you please let go of me now?" Ratchet jerked slightly; he was way too content with holding me to his chassis for my taste.
"Oh- of course. Sorry." The medic lowered me into the pile of pillows behind my back after adjusting them a little, careful as though he thought I might break if handled more casually. I sighed.
"Well, shit." I assessed the situation.
"You can say that again." Ratchet mumbled with a deep frown plastered on his face. He stood up rather abruptly to walk over to the door, ascertained there wasn't anyone else in the med bay who could have been eavesdropping right now before silently closing this room's door. A room which, I noticed, seemed to be a recent addition to his domain, kinda longish with several comfortable recharge berths stringed along the wall. Mine was the only occupied one at the moment though, for which I was actually very grateful. There were two doors at its end, one obviously to the med bay's main room, the other... well, it would remain a mystery for now.
"I take it you noticed the additional space." I looked up at Ratchet, who was sauntering back to my side where he sat down on the white stool he had been occupying before. "I thought it would be better to have newly repaired bots recharge here for a while, makes it easier to deal with complications. I've wanted to extend the med bay years ago but with the lower levels still unfinished there just wasn't enough room."
"But no one's here. Except for me, I mean." He shrugged.
"Bumblebee left shortly before you came back online." I turned my hands over in my lap, eying them sheepishly. Stupid metal claws. Ugh.
"They keep harassing him, am I right?" Ratchet frowned at me with unsettling disconcertment.
"You know about it?"
"I'm not blind, Ratchet. Besides, I asked him about it."
"Hm." He looked away from me and at another berth, probably the one Bumblebee had vacated not too long ago, fumbling with the now empty energon cube he had just picked up. "Well, he's been here quite often lately. Poor kid hardly gets any rest. He uses to come here to pretend he needs medical attention just so he can recharge in peace. But that's not important right now. Your time is running out." I sighed deeply.
"I know. Ratchet... I'm scared." He nodded gravely, shuttering his optics for a moment.
"I think I could probably arrange one more opportunity for you in due time but if that fails..." He turned back to me. "Alpha... if the time comes, if Prime... don't fight him. If it's bound to happen... just let him do as he pleases. It's not his intention to damage you."
"How can you say that. We are talking about my body here about my... my innocence and presumably my sanity, too. How can you ask of me to just yield to him?"
"Please Alpha, I know you're scared but you must think of your survival above all. You will never be in any condition to get out and survive if you're constantly recovering from unnecessary injuries."
"I WILL NOT SURRENDER!" I shouted, ignoring the heavy wave of vertigo befalling me when I sat up abruptly. Ratchet twitched visibly and the empty cube almost slipped from his nervous fingers as he did so. After the echo had faded out, we kept staring at each other silently for a few seconds before he looked down at his hands awkwardly.
"Do you think I would like to extradite you to that monster? Primus knows he's anything but diffident when it comes to femmes. But fact is," he looked up again and the look of pure agony in his optics told me more than I wanted to know about my fate, "we must consider that it might not be possible to evade that outcome and as much as I hate to say it, in that case, you'll have to endure it for better or worse and save your strength."
I sat there mutely as my pertinacity crumbled under the unbearable weight of those words and my thoughts resulting from it. Finally, I buried my face in my hands. He was right. There was still hope, but it was fading with every minute I remained in the Autobots' presence, escaping my grasp slowly but determinedly. True, I would keep fighting and there would be losses, one way or another.
But how was I supposed to ever win an unwinnable battle? Me, a mere child, an inexperienced young femme in a harsh world such as this? How could I even hope to defeat a whole horde of mechs who were stronger, older and more intelligent than I was?
"Hope is slipping from my fingers, Ratchet. There's nothing left I can hold on to. I'm alone in the dark and I don't know how to get away..." A small sob escaped me before I could swallow it and when Ratchet wrapped his arms around my shivering torso, it was not embarrassment I felt.
Calm and comfort seemed to come off of him in waves, lulling me into an unexplainable state of... well, I didn't even know what to call it. He was just there, so present and warm and I took what he was offering... I was feeling like a child now more than ever. I pressed closer to him.
"You'll live to see happier days, little one. Have faith, Alpha."
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Just as Ratchet had predicted, I slowly regained my balance over the next hours, but as there wasn't anywhere to go right now, as there was nothing I could have done except remaining where I was, I tried to rest. I didn't know what tomorrow would hold for me, whether I would be free or in the Prime's clutches.
Opportunities to recharge peacefully would probably be scarce either way. Ratchet himself was as always occupied with his work, checking on me every now and then. His words still lingered in my mind. I wasn't supposed to give up hope and yet I felt there was nothing I could do that would change anything about my predicament. As always, even thinking of the Prime being close to me made me sick to my tanks... I could still taste him on my lips, his heady and lingering flavor refusing to leave them. I shuddered with disgust and, I had to admit, fear- yes, I did fear him, plain and simple.
Sure it would be horrifying, violent, humiliating and excruciatingly painful. Obviously it wasn't enough for me to still be a virgin (yes, I had also been one as a human), no, the guy wanting to take my innocence also had to be a metallic warrior at least twice my size with an uncanny attitude of careless brutality.
If it indeed turned out impossible for me to flee in time and prevent the abuse, would I be able to live with it? When he had ravished my body with his or if I even- god forbid- bore his offspring, would I be able to look into the mirror in my cell without feeling deep and utter disgust? Only time would tell, though I would have preferred for it not to.
Why the fuck couldn't I have been a mech like everyone else? True, I'd have to fight and sooner or later die in a catastrophic war but I guessed that would still have been a lot better than what the world actually had in store for me. I would have been just like the others- wait, I'd been there before.
When I had been younger, just entering secondary school, there had been nothing I had longed for more than to be normal, it hadn't been an easy time. I had always been some kind of outsider: never dressed as fashionably as the others, always thinking differently, never interested in the gossip everyone seemed to love so much. Trying to fit in, I had tumbled into a deep state of depression back then until I finally realized that I was not the problem.
This world was. This insane, horrible world that would make any normal person seem like a maniac. That was when I eventually started being myself. And the world had turned brighter all of a sudden; I had grown stronger, finding true friends who were just like me, somewhat out of the ordinary.
But considering my current situation, well, that was something entirely different. Slowly, I shifted from my reclined position into a sitting one, causing my thin white blanket to crinkle around my hips, which had become visibly rounder lately. Topped by a narrow waist and a slightly protruding chest, my body was so definitely female I couldn't have disguised myself as a mech even if I had had formidable armor.
A mech's shoulders were broad, the waist and hips were slim yet robust, framed with strong arms and legs. Nothing like my own physique. Armor in general was another thing I could actually have used but which I didn't have. I was, in human terms, naked. But being naked wasn't the aspect of not having armor I could deal the less with, it was the missing protection. I ran my hand over the length of my lower arm tentatively. That was the problem, I was way too sensitive without protective armor, any touch beyond feather light was bordering pain.
The blanket billowed like a huge white cloud when I ripped it off my lap so I could stand up. I was tired of lying around all day- even if it wouldn't get me anywhere, I just wanted to move. I wriggled my feet widely after swinging my legs over the berth's edge before hopping down from the padded surface. The floor was white and squeaky clean as could be expected of the mysophobic medic.
Really, whenever he wasn't treating one of his patients or tinkering with some tool or gadget, Ratchet was constantly cleaning up, even if there was not a single speck of dust to be found in the entire med bay. He didn't even have any cleaning drones in here (which could always be seen scurrying along the hallways outside) because he thought they were annoying and messy. Freak.
I listened to the quiet tip- tap of my own feet as I moved across the room. There wasn't much in here except the medical berths: a cabinet with spare blankets and pillows, the occasional pedestal for drips in the corner beside something that looked much like a defibrillator. The wall across from the berths looked depressingly empty though- a picture or two would have worked miracles.
The two doors at the room's end caught my attention again. One of them- the one to the left- was the one leading to the med bay but it was the right one I was interested in. I wondered what I would find in there, maybe a simple storage room or a secluded private wing or maybe... my slender hand pressed down on the door's handle carefully. It could have been locked, but it wasn't.
The large door opened soundlessly to reveal an unlit room- I reached inside and felt around for the light switch, a smooth, rectangular touch sensor on the wall. My vents hitched. There were six roundish and translucent vessels hanging from the wall, framed with black metal and connected to various offline machines and monitors via tubes and cables. The design was absolutely alien but still I knew what it was that I was seeing, having studied construction plans in one of Ratchet's datapads. I heard the other door open before the medic stepped up behind me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Those are..." I trailed off. I knew what they were even if I didn't quite want to believe it.
"Gestation pods, yes." Ratchet murmured, his hand tightening on my shoulder ever so slightly. "I was ordered to build them a few weeks ago, guess whose idea that was."
"Prime." I said darkly. So preparations for me giving birth were already made. Great.
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I stared at the datapad in Prime's hand numbly, wanting to cry out of desperation and anger.
"I hope you've got a good explanation for this, Alpha."
"I..." my voice got caught in my vocalizer. I looked around his office, anywhere but at him. I was stupid, so very, very stupid. How could I have been so careless? How could I not have noticed how Ironhide was watching me while I had been transcribing texts to my modified datapad, waiting to receive information about Ratchet's latest plan? Well, see how you get out of this one, girl. "I'm not... it's not mine." Yeah. Like he'd ever believe that.
"Really? Is that all you could come up with? You know, that is very hard for me to believe." He stood up, making me shrink back against the office door automatically. I pressed my back against the door tightly as he approached. "If it's not yours, then you can certainly explain what one of my Autobots would do with a security grade 8.5 datapad, modified to respond to your energy signature alone?" I didn't answer. What point was there in denial when the evidence was so very obvious? But I didn't confess, either. Why should I? "I will ask you one more time, youngling: where did you get this gadget?" As if he didn't already know.
Ratchet was the only tech freak on base I was on friendly terms with after all. Again, I didn't speak, merely wrapping my arms around myself instead. I was absolutely certain I was making Prime mad with the silence but I was in trouble anyway so what the fuck.
"Alpha. You do know I don't appreciate your behavior. Not in the least." Funny, I had expected him to throw a tantrum on the spot. Maybe he was just tired, who knew what he'd been up to. I hoped he was tired.
"I know." I said arrogantly. He didn't seem pleased by my smart ass remark and I twitched visibly when his massive fist hit the top of his desk with a loud bang.
"Then fragging stop this! Do you think I'm unaware of your constant plotting and of how you're manipulating my medic?! I'm tired of putting up with that slag, Alpha. You've caused nothing but trouble since we brought you here." Wait- manipulating his medic? What the hell was that big oaf even talking about?
"Well, let me go then and I won't bother you anymore."
"Are you trying to negotiate with me, femme?" He cocked his head, the shutters of his optics twitching ever so slightly. Negotiating? With Optimus Prime? Could these words even be used in the same sentence? As if sensing my uncertainty (and therefore intending to exploit it), he stood up and sauntered over casually.
"And what, my dear," My back was against the wall before he had even finished the sentence, "do you think you could offer me? What do you have that I want and that I will not get anyway?" The Prime was way too close for comfort by now and he obviously wasn't even thinking of backing off, on the contrary.
While I was pressing myself against the cool wall at my back, he even lowered himself to his left knee to be closer to my optic level although I suspected this position had less to do with successful communication and more with him being able to comfortably grope me.
"You won't be getting anything from me."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you." I couldn't help myself when the feeling of being cornered clashed with my hatred for the Prime and my disgust concerning his words- I knew I was getting myself into trouble once again when I struck him with both fists.
I must have taken him by surprise for my punch landed right where it was intended to go, square on his noseplates. Then, I darted. The door was locked, I knew, and way too close to the Prime to get to it without me being within his reach; really, there was actually nowhere to go. I chose to simply take cover behind his massive desk, which was almost too big for me to see over the top.
He stood up and turned around, bewilderment clearly written all over his faceplates before he brought his hand to his nose to rub at it irritatedly, glancing at his fingers briefly to see whether they would be smeared with energon afterward. They weren't, for although this had been the strongest punch I could muster, I hadn't been able to break even the tiniest little fuel line in his nose. Disturbingly pathetic.
When he came for me, suddenly sporting an expression that went well down the road of fury, I didn't really know what to do. Or what he would now do to me. Honestly, I acted purely on impulse and snatched a random object off his desk to defend myself. Laughable, I know.
It didn't stop him from coming at me of course, and within moments I found myself cornered again. I held the longish metal object in front of me with both of my shivering hands as if it was some kind of weapon.
"Don't come any closer!" I yelled, he stopped for a moment, his mouth quirking upwards in what could have been called a truly sardonic smile.
"That is a pen you are holding there." Yes. Yes it was. "What are you going to do with it, hm?" he inquired mockingly, his voice like poisonous velvet. "Doodle on my armor?" I broadened my stance aggressively, pointing the pen at the Autobot commander's face.
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
"Is that so?" He let his right arm drop to his side and within a mere moment's notice, its lower armor split to allow a massive, dangerously glowing energy blade to reveal itself. I gasped, the pen clattered to the floor.
Suddenly, the situation had become a whole lot more frightening, if not life- threatening. I silently moved backwards until my back hit the shelf behind his desk with a soft 'thump', he followed, equally quiet, raising his enormous and very much deadly weapon. The air itself seemed to be laden with hostile electricity.
"We could test that hypothesis right here, right now." he whispered as I slid along the shelf to cower on the floor. My optics were glued to the sword in front of me; I didn't want to die but then again I knew he didn't intend to kill me anyway- what use would I be to him if my spark was extinguished? I still felt mortified though. After all, he was a volatile maniac. A maniac who definitely wasn't beyond inflicting pain.
My optics clenched shut when the blade's tip traced my collar. It was searing hot, painful even but as it barely made contact with my metal skin, it didn't actually injure me. Optimus followed the blade with his optics, leaning in close to press his lips against my audio and whisper to me. I didn't dare move or speak, even my vents had ceased functioning. The only thing mirroring how my spark was very much still beating (more like racing) were my optics, darting about feverishly.
"The pen might indeed be mightier than the sword, my dear Alpha. Either way, it depends on the one wielding it." He looked straight into my optics, and although I didn't believe in the stories of the Primes having almost supernatural abilities, it felt like he was glancing at my very soul, my whole existence laid bare before the tyrant. Something seemed to suddenly bother him, though I couldn't place my finger on what that could have been.
"For someone as young and low ranked as yourself, you do have some nerve disobeying your rightful owner." What did he expect me to answer to that? I closed my optics as my whole body kept trembling under his scrutinizing glare. It didn't take long until his unwelcome lips were crushing mine and only did I allow myself to cry out after he had retracted his horrifying weapon so he could use both of his hands to grope me in his typically domineering fashion. He pulled away slightly, his fingers curled around my upper arms; I turned my face away immediately. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to fucking see him anymore. Ever.
"This is a fight you cannot win, femme. A Prime will always prevail, remember that. Oppose me and you shall suffer; please me and I shall reward you richly." When I didn't reply he rose again, pulling me with him. He called Prowl back into the office and ordered him to take me to room 101. Before I exited the spacious room though, I turned around to the hated Prime once more. I didn't care who he thought he was, I would have the last word. No matter the consequences.
"You will never possess any means of bribing me into hating you less, Prime." For a moment, our optics met, boring into each other, fighting a non- physical and silent battle for dominance that I did not intend to lose. With a hard yank of my chain, Prowl forced me away.
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The darkness enclosing me had ceased to be a stranger a long time ago and it was with disturbing acknowledgment that I realized how it could grant comfort. When the darkness has become your friend, you let go of all light, of all hope. The light was slowly becoming my enemy, albeit I dreaded that development.
But fact was, hope was indeed leaving me. Maybe Prime was right and there was really no way for me to win or even get out of this unscathed. When I was fighting with every last bit of strength and it still just wasn't enough, what was there left for me to do?
Weep, that was what I could still do and that was what I was currently doing. My legs were clutched to my chest and I was rocking back and forth on the floor of my dark, cold and unforgiving prison.
Maybe, sooner or later, I would just fall over into a dreamless recharge, never to awake again. However, that was something I now could merely fantasize of. Sadly, death and pain were the only things left my dreams could evolve around, I was haunted by the Prime even in my sleep.
Ratchet wouldn't be able to help me now and from this room I would probably be forced into the Prime's bed directly. It wasn't fair, life wasn't fair. A wail rose in the back of my throat, rising to become a scream, a roar of pure agony. I covered my head with my hands as I screamed into the darkness- nothing short of a miracle could save me now.
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B.R. seemed to be utterly fidgety today. I never thought I'd ever associate the usually so stoic mech with that word, but he wasn't the only one behaving weird- everyone, be it the guards in my cell or the other Autobots I had encountered whenever said guards led me to the wash racks or the rec room had become more and more nervous, somewhat fretful over the past days since I had been released from room 101, but this morning the agitation seemed to have reached its zenith.
Everywhere I went, sudden silence seemed to drape over the bots like a heavy, dark blanket. It made me feel... very uneasy. We were walking down the hallway towards the gathering room where we would get our morning energon, which had turned into some kind of routine. However, something was off today.
We turned left, heading down the short corridor with our destination's door at its end, but my guard halted before we reached it. I turned around to face him. He was standing there, immobile like a statue, staring at the door where he knew most of the other Autobots were without doubt already having 'breakfast'. He looked... I couldn't really place the emotions wavering across his face.
"Is something wrong?" He looked at me, a slight shiver rocking his brightly colored frame.
"It's..." He was trembling a little, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. What was bothering him to the point where he appeared so restless, even on the outside? He almost looked... torn. "... it's nothing." I didn't believe him, but in fact, I couldn't say I was that interested in what was bothering him anyway and entered the room.
As soon as I had stepped inside, followed by a reluctant mech, the animated chatter of the other Autobots died down. Well, I'd expected that by now. I bowed because I wasn't in the mood for being yelled at for my impoliteness, then I made a beeline for the energon dispenser to pour myself a cube, however, I didn't get far.
Looking back, I noticed B.R. was still standing in the doorway, holding my chain tightly with both hands. I yanked it lightly to make him wake up and move, this was embarrassing enough as it was. And everyone was staring at me like I had grown a second head.
I wondered what was up with those morons and just when I was about to find myself a spot where I could sit and drink my fuel peacefully, Prime stood up from his seat at the officer's table. No one said a word when he closed in on me, it made me nervous. Standing tall in front of me, imposing giant of a mech he was, he took the chain from B.R., who then retreated rather hurriedly, and sniffed the air copiously, smiling.
"My my, what an alluring scent." His velvety voice was smooth and deep as always, but there was something else to it. Something that hadn't been there before. Not with that… intensity, at least. I sniffed the air myself, not smelling anything out of the ordinary.
"What are you talking about, sir? There's nothing." Low chuckles could be heard across the room. Were they smelling something I wasn't? Were they making fun of me? Or…
Optimus stepped closer, I retreated. He put a hand down on the counter to his right. I watched him wearily; he was up to something, I could tell. A shiver crept its way up my fingers, up my arm until it reached my torso. I was growing very afraid.
"I know you cannot smell it, but..." he turned his head slightly to look at his subordinates, then back at me, "...everyone else can." I retreated further. Not sure what I was supposed to do, I looked over to Ratchet, whom I had noticed standing in the corner, shaking so hard I could see the energon in the cube he was holding jolt. Otherwise he didn't move, just standing there and staring. Whatever it was that had everyone acting so weirdly, he must have picked it up too. And it seemed to terrify him.
"...so what...?" I knew I was sounding very insecure now even if I tried to keep my voice steady. Optimus Prime extended his large hand, grinning all the while. I didn't like this at all.
"Give me your hand, Alpha." I stepped back yet again.
"I'd... rather not."
"Give me your hand." He insisted gruffly. If there was one thing I knew about the commander, it was that, if he wasn't obeyed when he used that tone, it could get really uncomfortable so I lay my much smaller hand onto his palm begrudgingly.
As soon as my slender digits had made contact with his, he grabbed my wrist tightly, making me flinch at the rough contact. He turned back to the others, forcing me to do the same, dragging me by the arm. "Autobots," he addressed them "this is a glorious day for us. Too long have we lingered in the misery of demise, too long have we feared for our race to vanish into oblivion. Now, that era is over!"
With that, he pulled my arm up harshly, though it might have looked kind of triumphant to the others. His voice rose when he resumed his speech.
"We have worked hard to come this far. We have overcome challenges beyond comparison and every one of you has proven to be worthy of bearing the insignia." He touched their faction's symbol at the center of his chest energetically. "Today, we will start anew! The cybertronian race will regain its former glory. TODAY THE GOLDEN AGE OF CYBERTRON SHALL BE RESURRECTED!" Everyone stood up cheering as a reaction to the short but fiery speech.
Dread crept to my mind, I should have known all along what this was about. This couldn't be happening, couldn't be it, this was just a bad dream, a very bad one. My body seemed to be faster than my processor for it went completely stiff and finally started struggling when the Prime proceeded over to the door with me but as it was useless, I started screaming for help.
They will know when the time has come. They will know. Ratchet's words echoed in my mind. He had known all along.
"Nooo! Let go of me! Please, anyone! HELP MEEE!" The Autobots were still cheering, well, most of them were. I screamed at the top of my voice, screamed to the others to help me, to stop the inevitable, to stand up against their Prime, but no one moved. No one seemed to care about the pure cruelty of the situation. As I was dragged across the room and to the exit, I screamed for the only mech who would possibly help me, although I knew beforehand it was futile.
"RATCHET! RATCHET PLEASE!" The crowd of Autobots started moving, following their Prime, cheering him on, yelling avid obscenities while Ratchet just... stood there. He wouldn't help me. Of course. As the rec room doors disappeared behind the first corner, I turned to the mech holding my wrist and pulling me with him harshly.
"Prime! You can't do this to me! You- stop at once!"
"Oh, stop whining already. You should feel honored." His statement hurt more than I had thought it would, more than his brutal grip on my arm, more than my shackles cutting into my wrists, another icy dagger piercing my spark.
He knew what he was doing to me, the unutterable terror he was inflicting upon me even now while he was just on the way to the officer's private wing where his quarters were located, his cheering subordinates following him past confused human guards. On top of that, he was implying I should be grateful for this horrifying and gruesome treatment- I was once again reminded of why I hated him so much. But my hate for him paled in comparison to my fear.
"Please! Optimus..." He stopped. Everyone went silent for a moment, everyone knew that bots of low rank were not allowed to simply call him 'Optimus'. "Don't do this..." I sobbed. He turned around slowly, looking thoughtful before startling me by scooping me up and forcing me into a hard kiss before throwing me onto his broad shoulder and continuing on his path to my ruination.
"I don't negotiate with sparklings."
My limbs hurt from all the struggling and my voice was already rough and full of static when we reached what must have been his quarters and the large Prime opened the door before closing it behind us again. He certainly didn't bother as much for my privacy as he did for his own, still I was glad that if this really was to happen, at least no one would see.
That didn't mean I was giving up just yet though. He carried me through the dimly lit front room to the second one where his large berth was looming in the darkness, wide and massive, threatening. As soon as he put me down on it, I scrambled off again and tried to run for the door. My feet got caught in the chain still connected to the shackles binding me and I fell hard, but I didn't care.
My mind was focused on one thing: getting away from the Prime. Stumbling and certainly denting myself I reached the door and tried to open it, but it had been locked from the inside. I screamed miserably as I tore at the handle, banged my fists and feet against the door and what not to just make the fucking thing open! Through the door, I could perceive nothing but silence now... Two large, warm hands on my hips and a mouth on the back of my neck made me come to a shuddering halt.
"Why don't you just stop that noise and enjoy what I can do for you, hm?"
"GET OFF ME!" I rammed my elbow into his stomach as hard as possible, hitting his grill and making him cough a little; he seemed to be sensitive there. Good. Bad, because the attack made him significantly less amused. Before I could even attempt to get away, he gripped my waist tightly and pulled me against his chest with one rough motion. I felt his lips move against my cheek when he spoke.
"Do not do that again." I jerked in his grasp but there was no hope of freeing myself, not when he stood up from his kneeling position on the floor, not when he carried me back to his bed. And definitely not when he pinned me to its surface with his massive bulk, his hands all over me, his mouth covering my face with sloppy kisses. I kept screaming and struggling and hitting and kicking, but I felt my strength dwindling, slipping from my fingers.
It was hopeless, he was just so much bigger and stronger than me, there was no chance for me to somehow wriggle out of his grasp. I started to cry out of fear, out of pain and simple distress. Forcefully, he parted my kicking legs with one hand and let it slip up to the junction of my thighs.
"PLEASE NO! I BEG OF YOU!" My miserable pleas met deaf audios, no matter what I said or how loud I wailed, he didn't stop the merciless assault. He growled, his chassis scraping over mine roughly, all I was seeing was the giant mech above me, his devilish grin, his terrible azure optics, cold as ice...
I had never been so afraid in my entire life. I was too horrified to think, all I could do was scream, struggle and scream even louder but it was of no use. An audio- shattering shriek was torn from my vocalizer when he pried my port covering off and my untouched intimate circuitry was exposed to the air for the first time. He nuzzled the side of my head, I swung my head around swiftly to brutally bite one of the long antennae protruding from his audios. He snarled loudly and sunk his teeth into my shoulder in turn, causing me to gasp in pain and let go of his now viciously warped and bleeding antenna.
"You fucking bastard!" He removed his teeth from my shoulder to smirk at me. It kind of satisfied me to see the Prime's energon seep from his audio, but the sight of my own life fluid on his lips somewhat dampened that little feeling of success. A thick drop of my energon gathered on his bottom lip only to drip down to my mouth; he lowered his face for another forceful kiss, licking the sickeningly sweet fluid off my lips.
I felt like I was going to throw up any moment but that feeling was pushed aside instantly by the stabbing pain in my abdomen when he plunged one of his huge fingers into my virgin port. I screamed, I bucked against him wildly, pounding every part of him I could reach with my bound wrists, scratching him, the only thing on my processor being getting him to withdraw- and that motherfucker pushed his digit in even deeper, cruelly twisting it around, setting every sensor down there aflame in the most agonizing way.
I had feared it would hurt but this was much worse than in my imagination. I couldn't take it, it was just too much, the pain was too intense for me to handle and I didn't think it could get any worse and that was where I was so very wrong.
He flipped me over onto my front, my screams were muffled by his berth's padded surface. I was glad his finger had left my port for now, even if I knew it was far from over; he pulled my hips up with one hand while pushing my shoulders down with the other forcefully, I clawed at the berth below to just get the fuck away from him, tearing the padding up with my sharp fingertips.
Then, sharp pain tore through my abdomen once again but this time, it was much, much worse. I screamed with renewed vigor. Prime groaned deeply, pushing his way too big cable into my port from behind, not caring about any gentleness.
I thought I was going to explode, I wanted to die, wanted for it to be over, I couldn't even move. I even stopped screaming for a moment, it just hurt too badly. The screech of his cable scraping along my insides brutally filled the room. My body twitched as it was being impaled; the humiliation set aside, it felt like pure fire was being inserted into my sensitive reproductive circuitry.
I whimpered and resumed screeching. Something snapped inside of me. This agony was too much to bear. I was sure I was bleeding already, that Prime was enjoying to feel my body being ripped apart. It took long, very long until his hips met mine, his cable seated fully in my port.
I had long since been reduced to a miserable, crying heap of metal... my vision was blurry now, my voice hoarse from all the screaming, my whole body hurt, of course the pain was worst between my legs and within my lower torso and above all I felt so fucking sick. I wanted to be somewhere else, anything would have been better than this, really anything... water shorting was a nice walk in the park compared to this.
He was moving around behind me, not thrusting but more rotating and grinding our hips together; I didn't care to analyze what exactly the Prime was doing though for it was all equally terrible and hurt devilishly. I don't remember at what point of time I just lay there with my optics clenched shut, deprived of the energy to fight anymore, trying to be somewhere else, my body just being moved passively.
I wanted to block out the pain so desperately, but the torture of him moving within me, stretching me so excruciatingly wide, the agony was just too real, too existent to be disregarded. Finally, at some point, I blacked out.