From here on out, the story is going to be somewhat AU. Anyway, lots of stuff going on this chapter, some non-con, sticky interface, etc.
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Bulkhead stood over an unconscious Luna as he faced down MECH with Breakdown. The two worked well together despite their differences and when MECH finally retreated, they looked at one another.
"Your backup?" Breakdown asked when they heard the distinct sound of jet engines. Bulkhead was skeptical, as the other two Seekers were back at base and he hadn't seen a ground bridge... His suspicions were confirmed when the jets transformed, revealing Starscream and a group of Vehicons.
"Consorting with the enemy?" Starscream accused when he approached.
"Starscream, sir, Bulk saved me-" He looked at the green mech.
"Do you intend on joining their side? No? Well then eliminate him!" He ordered with a snarl. Breakdown looked back at Bulkhead and then at Starscream.
"Better luck next time," He transformed his servo and swung, only to have it diverted. Bulkhead took the small scuffle away from Luna, who was still unconscious, for fear of accidentally crushing her. Starscream caught sight of the unguarded femme and sent one of the Vehicons to fetch her. He smirked to himself, knowing Megatron would be quite pleased when he returned with her in tow. When the Autobots arrived, he called for a hasty retreat, taking Luna with them.
"Bulkhead, where is Luna?" Optimus asked, surveying the battlefield.
"She's right-" He cut himself off and looked around frantically. "Scrap! The 'Cons must have gotten her when I was fighting Breakdown! Optimus, I cannot tell you how sorry I am-" Optimus held his servo up, silencing the bulky mech.
"Bulkhead, this was not your fault," He assured. "We must return to base and plan a rescue mission."
"Yes sir," He mumbled, feeling quite guilty for letting Luna get captured by the 'Cons.
-X-X-X-
Luna swore softly as she came back online. She tried to press a servo to her helm but found her hands were chained to the wall above her. Wait... chained? Her optics snapped online and she released a quiet gasp as she took in her surroundings. Energy bars, barely lit room, floors stained with energon... She had no doubt in her processor of where she was now.
The Decepticon brig.
Hissing, Luna slid her wrist blades out and cut through the chains, rubbing her wrists once they were free. Moving close to the energy bars, she reached out and touched one, hissing as she drew her servo back from the electrical shock it gave her. Her visor slid into place as she turned to observe the area, looking for any and all possible routes of escape. Deciding to test the security, she crept just below where the camera was and reached up, plugging into it just as she knew how to do (all those times of being thrown in the brig came in handy of course). She easily found and froze the footage of her still chained against the wall and set to work deactivating the energy bars of her cell. This was done quickly and once it was done, she unplugged from the camera and dashed out, checking for Vehicons as she did so.
'All those years of slipping by Red Alert aren't for nothing, Luna,' She reminded herself as she carefully avoided the security camera's. She began to grow suspicious as she made her way through the very silent warship and terror gripped her spark as she tried to find a way out. The exits and entrances were all very well guarded but there were no troops patrolling the halls which worried her. Suddenly, she heard voices and panicked. 'Here goes nothing!' She palmed open a random door and dove inside.
"Ah, Luna, how good of you to join me," Luna froze in fear when she heard that voice.
"Megatron," She whispered. She stood slowly, wings low and close to her body as she turned to face the gray warlord.
"This is certainly a surprise," He chuckled, purple optics racking over her frame. "My dear, it's been ages since I've last seen you," He commented, slowly getting up from his throne. "You haven't changed a bit," He grinned viciously.
"I've changed a lot more than you think," She hissed out, servos clenching at her sides. "On the inside."
"Ah, yes, war does that to a bot," He waved his servo, frowning. He looked to the newly repaired Breakdown, who was scrutinizing the femme from afar, a look of concentration on his faceplates. "Breakdown, have you met Luna?" The warlord grinned wickedly. Luna tensed and her wings hiked up on her back, forming an angry 'v' as she looked towards the blue mech. "Or should I say... Silverwing?"
"Silverwing?" Breakdown's one optic flashed as he studied the femme. "You look familiar," He frowned as he tried to remember. "Ah," He grinned when he finally did. "You look like your dear old Sire, just as stubborn as he was too."
"I will kill you, Breakdown," She snarled.
"I see you two are acquainted," Megatron smirked.
"I was the one to encounter them after they joined the Autobots," Breakdown told him. "Well, the adults anyway, she was just a youngling then."
"You took my creator's from me!" Luna lunged at him, intent on getting revenge. Megatron however, stepped in and grabbed the femme by her wing, squeezing harshly until she howled with pain.
"Soundwave, take our guest and make sure she is comfortable," He called to his TIC. The silent mech merely nodded and grabbed the femme, dragging her away hissing and spitting out of the room. His first stop was the sick bay, as he knew the damage to her wing needed to be repaired. He stood to the side while Knock Out examined her, commenting on every little detail as he did so.
"My dear, the sooner you cooperate, the sooner I can fix your wing," Knock Out sighed irritably, watching the femme as she curled up. She let out a low growl, wincing at the pain radiating from the damaged plating. Submitting, she allowed Knock Out to repair her damaged wing and scowled at Soundwave when he grabbed her to take her to a new room. It looked like an ordinary room for any other soldier except there was a camera in it along with a simple berth.
'Sick fraggers,' She snarled to herself as Soundwave locked her in. With nothing better to do than sit and formulate a plan, she flopped down onto the berth and x-vented heavily. The Nemesis was well guarded, especially around the exits so a direct escape was out of the picture for now. She tried contacting the Autobots and – ah Soundwave was jamming her comm. link of course. Contacting her trine would be useless unless she knew the exact location of the warship, which she did not, and this frustrated her. Her optics flickered around the room then, looking for all the weak spots.
The door had a security lock by it but it would do her no good without the code though she could easily hack it if she wanted to. She just did not want to alert Soundwave, which was easier said than done. She could hack the video feed in the camera and break out but it was simply too easy for her and would, once again, alert Soundwave to her escape attempt. She looked up to the ceiling and smirked. She could easily slip up into the vents to escape. She would try it at another time, today was not the day to show all of her tricks just yet.
-X-X-X-
"You've been taught well," Megatron commented as he ended his interrogation session with Luna. "Stubborn until the end, just like your Sire," He snorted at this. After digging up some information on the femme, he'd found out she was the daughter of Wingbolt, the leader of the trine he'd held captive all those years ago back on Cybertron, and had realized just how similar they were.
"Yep," She agreed. "Just like my Sire and my Carrier," She sneered at him. Oh yes, Megatron remembered Shadowblaze alright, he'd had many issues with her during her imprisonment. "I won't break so easily, Megatron."
"We shall see," He turned and left. Luna scowled at the door and sighed, looking around her room again. She really wished she had Mirage's ability to turn invisible right about now... it would help her so much. Resigning herself, Luna laid out on her berth for the next joor, feigning recharge so the camera had footage for her to freeze.
When she finally had enough of doing nothing, she leapt up and moved to the camera, ducking beneath it into its blind zone and plugged into it. She hacked the footage and froze it before she moved and stood on the berth, punching the vent opening out before adjusting her wings and hauling herself up into it. She had a bit of trouble moving through it because of her wings but she eventually got the hang of it and slowly began to navigate her way through the ship. She found herself just over the command centre and snickered to herself lightly as she moved on, loving how oblivious they were to her escape. Just when she thought she was home free, the sound of a weapon whirring to life caused her spark to freeze.
"Oh frag!" She hissed, desperately trying to back up. She bit her glossa to stop from screaming when a large hole was blasted into the vent. She kept backing up though and the holes seemed to follow as the bot kept firing, apparently hoping to hit her as they continued. She fell with a sudden yelp when the vent gave way and she landed on her front hard. She looked up into the mask that belonged to Soundwave and swore softly. "Of course you would find me," She snorted as he hauled her to her pede's. "I hate you... I really do..." He said nothing as he dragged her to yet another room that was the same as her old one and locked her in. Not a joor later, the door hissed open and admitted a very sour looking Starscream. "Megatron send you to do his dirty work now?" She taunted him. "Got tired of dealing with me already?"
"He thought it'd be better to place you in my care," He snorted. He assessed the femme sprawled out on the berth before him and thought about what Megatron had told him of her. She was vaguely familiar, yes, but try as he might, he could not remember exactly why.
"Tell me, Starscream, do you honestly remember me?" Luna's question snapped him from his daze. "I'll give you a hint: I was a sparkling when we met." She watched his optics narrow before widening, a look of realization forming on his faceplates.
"You!" He looked at her. "That little femme from all those vorns ago?"
"The one and only," She sneered.
"I'd always wondered what happened to her," He mused. "Now I know," He frowned. "You became a slagging Autobot!"
"And you became a cowardly aft," She retorted. Starscream sputtered and growled at her. He looked towards the camera and hissed, knowing he would have to take her out of the room to do what he needed.
"I have no time for your games, femme," He snapped. "Be good and come with me," He moved forward and grabbed her, slapping a pair of stasis cuffs on her wrists. Luna, for her own sake, bit back a retort and simply went with him, though she was quite confused as to what he was doing. A feeling of dread pooled in her belly as he entered a security code and dragged her into another room, this one different than the others.
It had a few computers in it, a very comfortable looking berth, a desk with datapad's organized on it and a private washrack. There was another door that she was sure led into another room, probably his lab but at the moment, she didn't care. She was drawn from her thoughts when Starscream ran a clawed servo down her back, fingers toying with the sensitive wires as he continued, teasing almost.
"Don't touch me," She hissed out, jerking away from him. Starscream frowned and persisted, this time making a point of running his servos all along her frame. The femme squirmed at the touch and tried to get away but wherever she went, he followed. Finally, he shoved her down onto the berth and went with her, pinning her.
"Did your master ever have you for himself?" He practically purred into her audio, servos stroking her wings.
"Sick fragger...!" She snarled, disgusted by even the thought of what he was suggesting. Barricade had never once touched her in a sexual way. "Get off!" She struggled and thrashed, attempting to throw him off balance but the mech was stronger than he looked as he held her in place.
"I am your master now," He sneered, gripping her faceplate in his servo, digging the clawed digits into the plating. "Understood?"
"Frag off!" She glared at him hatefully. Starscream growled and slammed his lips against hers, glossa plundering her mouth when she gasped in shock. The older Seeker was not above rape to get what he wanted but he knew by the end of their session she would be begging him not to stop.
Luna, for the first time since she was a youngling, was terrified. Starscream was going to rape her and there was no one to save her from him. His servo dipped between her thighs as she squirmed and rubbed against her panel, scratching the surface as his mouth moved from hers to her neck, nipping harshly at the cables to make her whine. Luna was fighting it as best she could as Starscream continued, finding all the places that made her want to just moan in delight but she refrained from doing so, frustrating him further. He grabbed her hips and held them tightly, so tightly that he dented them just the way Sunstreaker used to do when they 'faced.
"Remove your visor," He grunted, red optics dark with lust. Luna shook her head and he growled, dragging his claws across her wing to make her sob in pain. She cursed herself internally for showing that it affected her and slowly retracted her visor, looking away in shame when she saw the pleased look on his faceplates.
She knew her own optics were darker than normal because of what he was doing and it made her tanks churn thinking about it. She hadn't been with a mech in quite a long time, her body was aching for it, she knew, and she hated herself for giving into what Starscream was doing. His fingers and glossa worked together, teasing every transformation seam and wire they could get at in an attempt to make the femme moan or make some noise to indicate she was enjoying the attention.
She shouldn't have been enjoying this, shouldn't have been wanting Starscream to continue... but she was. She didn't say it though, she still had her pride... or what was left of it as the older Seeker violated her. Her interface panel snapped open a few breems later much to her own horror and her struggles began anew when Starscream attempted to touch her.
"Get your filthy servos off of me!" She snarled, kicking him hard enough to make him recoil. She took this chance to scramble from the berth but he grabbed her and threw her back down quickly, injuring her left wing. She whimpered in slight pain as he growled down at her,
"You'll let a couple of filthy groundpounders touch you but not me?" He sneered, making her freeze with shock. Did he know about the twins? "I know all about your relationship with those loathsome Autobot twins," He smirked at her expression. "I'll show you I'm much better than them!" His servo dove between her legs and he thrust a finger into her, tearing a static filled cry from her vocals.
"Stop! Don't, please!" She struggled as much as she could but he only continued. She tried everything she could to deter him but the older Seeker was persistent in getting what he wanted. She went against everything she'd been taught as she began to cry and sob, begging Starscream to stop. The mech slammed his lips against hers, silencing her protests as he removed his cod piece and thrust his spike into her valve. Luna tore away from the kiss and screamed in pain. Her valve was no where near ready, it didn't have the proper amount of lubricant to ease his entrance and she was fairly certain that he'd drawn energon. Starscream leaned over and nibbled along the upper ridges of her wings, forcing a moan from her lips as he thrust into her mercilessly, his movements slickened by the sudden rush of lubricants and energon.
"That's right, moan for me," He snarled against her neck. "Let everyone here know who it is who has claimed you." Another harsh thrust had the femme wailing as she strained against him. He toyed with her slave collar, musing slightly as he took her. He would have to engrave his name on it later on. Starscream moaned as her tight valve clenched around him and he thrust harder, pinning her bound servos above her helm. He noticed the ridges on either side and nibbled them lightly, making her squirm and gasp. "Open for me, little Luna," He purred, stroking her chestplates at the parting seam.
"Never!" She snarled only to gasp when he dug his claws into her armor, scratching the protoform beneath.
"I said open!" He snarled. He stilled his movements and reached down, aiming to force the plating apart. Luna screeched and snarled, fighting to keep it closed as he pulled it apart. She wailed when he succeeded in doing so and looked away in shame as he gazed upon her pure, untouched spark. Starscream could only stare in awe at the glowing sphere as it pulsed wildly within its casing. "Never been touched," He smirked, thrusting into her a little to make her whimper. "How precious. I'm so very honored to know I will be the one to strip the last remaining piece of innocence from you," He parted his own chestplates and her optics widened.
"NO!" She flailed under him and screamed as he lowered himself, his spark leaping forward to meet hers as the laser core opened. Luna's own spark emerged from it's casing and met the Air Commander's mid-way, merging between them. Starscream resumed thrusting into her more pliant body and kissed her roughly.
"Who do you belong to?" He whispered, holding her hips.
"No one!" She spat, letting an involuntary moan slip from her mouth. Starscream growled and thrust as hard as he could, making her yelp in pain. The last thing she saw was the Seekers lust filled optics before she went offline from the intense overload.
-X-X-X-
When Luna awoke, the first thing she noted was how much pain she was in. Her wings hurt to the point that she wanted to cry but held back as she surveyed her frame. Scratches littered her body and most of them were on her inner thighs and crotch plates. She saw rivulets of blue energon staining her legs along with dried lubricant and transfluid and winced as she tried to move.
"Finally awake?" A voice chuckled, causing her to freeze. "Good morning, Luna," Starscream's very pleased faceplates came into view then. A confused expression crossed her features before horror and disgust took it's place.
"You sick fragger! You raped me!" She screeched, struggling to get away from him. Oh dear Primus, what would Optimus think of her?
"You enjoyed it in the end," He smirked at her. "Did the twins ever make you offline?" Luna remained silent then, which was the only answer he needed. "Go get cleaned and come back," He kissed her and she tore herself away, scowling.
"Release me from the cuffs then," She growled.
"No," He frowned. He grabbed her up and dragged her to the washracks, turning on the hot spray of water once inside. Luna protested the entire time, not wanting him touching her at all but having no choice as he denied her request to remove the stasis cuffs.
"Please, stop," She begged when he began touching her in a more sexual manner.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, rubbing along her wings roughly.
"N-no o-one..!" She had a hard time not arching as he continued and let out a whimper. Starscream smirked in glee when her panel snapped open after a few moments, already dripping for him.
"It seems you're enjoying this more than you let on," He taunted, easily slipping a clawed digit into her. Luna saw no point in resisting and let out a pitiful moan. "Tell me what you want, femme," He growled. He released his pressurized spike and watched as she gazed upon it, optics wide. "You want this in you?" He added another digit to the first and listened as she gasped and whined. She did not want to submit but she saw no point in resisting... she didn't want a repeat of the night before.
"I want you to frag me already!" She snarled at him angrily. Starscream smirked and thrust into her, earning a delicious moan from the partially unwilling femme. He slammed her up against the wall and lifted her, servos holding her thighs tightly as he kept thrusting. Luna snarled at him and bucked hard, surprising the mech Seeker.
Starscream recovered quickly and pressed his mouth to hers in a harsh kiss, biting hard at her lips to gain entrance.
"Open, Luna," He growled, biting her throat just above the collar. He moved down and mouthed across her chest plates, nuzzling softly, glossa slipping into armor seams. The femme cried out and did so, whimpering when she saw him doing the same.
"Starscream, not again," She begged softly. "Not another merge... please!" She tried to push him away but he paid no attention to her attempts.
"You're mine, Silverwing," He hissed. He pressed forward and brought their sparks into contact. Luna cried out and arched, slamming her back against the wall painfully. She felt disgusting and ashamed for allowing Starscream to merge and 'face with her. The worst part was that her spark sang every time the older Seeker was near, begging to be merged with his, joined in the most intimate of ways.
When the overload faded, Starscream carefully set the femme back on her pedes and drew back, allowing their chests to close up, covering their sparks. The water coming down on them was evaporating the moment it hit them from how hot their frames were running, though it was also helping them to cool down.
"Mine," Starscream growled, claiming her lips again. Luna whimpered and fought weakly, flinching when pain radiated from her back and wings. "This pretty collar of yours will have my name on it soon."
"I will never belong to you," She growled out.
"On the contrary, Luna, you already do," He purred. "I've claimed your body and your spark."
"I will never truly submit to you, Starscream," She hissed. Starscream snorted and started to clean the feisty femme again despite her protests. He paid special attention to her back and wings, soothing the pain he'd caused during their little romp.
Luna allowed him to do as he pleased, letting him dry her and basically pamper her like some sort of prized pet. He left her in the room after that, telling her that he would return in a few joors as he had a meeting of some sort with Megatron and Soundwave. The silver and black femme laid curled up on his berth, reflecting on everything that had happened to her.
Before all of this, her spark and mind had been in chaos, heading in a downward spiral towards insanity and depression once more. Being aboard the very same ship as Breakdown was putting her circuits on edge and bringing up painful memories. When she was alone, as she was now, the paranoia began to set in and she would start having little panic attacks, thinking Breakdown was going to show up and finish the job.
However, none of that seemed to matter when she was near Starscream. Something about him just soothed her, put her mind at ease, settled her spark even. It... balanced her almost.
"Sire... what am I supposed to do?" She whispered to herself before forcing herself into recharge.