I lay in bed, frozen.

My arms were bound above my helm to the metals that created my master's berth. It wasn't a good thing that I was in here. I usually am only allowed to touch his berth when I was cleaning it, or providing him a great service. Or, when I was being punished. I took advantage of the peace I had now, as Master recharged beside me.

My frame already ached from the first two rounds. I couldn't bare myself to think there would be anymore. Though I knew there would be. If you disobey me, I will not take it lightly. I need good slaves. Not ones that think they know everything.

My Lord grumbled beside me. I held my breath, hoping that he'd only roll over and go back to his recharge.

To my dismay, he didn't.

He met my optics and chuckled. "My pet," he cooed. He raped my frame with those blood red optics. "I never knew how lovely you looked trussed up like that. We should do this more often. I'd like that," he nuzzled his face plates into my chest, my spark tensing in fear. "Do you, pet?"

"Do I what, Master?" I asked, uncertain of his question. "Do I like being bound to your berth, or do I like being punished?"

He thought it over for a moment. "Both,"

I inhaled deeply. "I aim to please, my Lord," I treaded carefully. "Whatever it is that you enjoy most, I enjoy,"

He chuckled lowly, bringing a servo to my helm, before grabbing it painfully. I closed my optics, absorbing the pain, refusing my vocalizer the ability to make a noise. "Then why do you defy me like you do?" he sneered, bringing his face close to my own. "Why did you disobey a direct order?"

"I'm sorry, Master…" I whimpered, trying to pull away slowly.

"'Sorry' isn't good enough, slave," he growled, mounting me once more.

I thought much of the autobots in the weeks that followed my first and only interaction with them. While I was doing chores for my Lord, I couldn't help but wander to their faces. Their optics were blue, like my own. All of the other bots on board the Nemesis had red, or golden optics. I hadn't ever seen blue ones, besides the off chance I saw my own.

Master had calmed down from his rage about my disobedience, and I was once again the terrified slave girl that every soldier dreamed of having as their own.

"Kenya,"

I startled, bumping into a passing soldier.

"Watch it," he snarled, glaring at me with his red visor.

"My apologies, sir," I bowed my head, afraid he'd report to our Lord. "It won't happen again,"

"It better not," he sneered, continuing his patrol.

I sighed in relief, though there was still one more question. What was -

"Kenya,"

I paused, running through my memory banks. I've heard this voice before, it sound almost like -

"Kenya, please. Please respond, my child,"

I glanced nervously around me, before hesitantly replying. "I hear you,"

"Kenya," I could hear his smile. "How are you?"

"I am working," I replied coldly, risking a glance around in search of the sneaky little bird. "Who are you?"

"I am Primus, my child,"

I puzzled over that. I have learned about the great Primus, the God of the Cybertronians. "What do you want?"

"I want to get you out of Megatron's clutches. Free you,"

My spark pulsed in hope, before I shut it back down again. "My Lord can find me anywhere," I sneered back. "If I escape, he will kill me. Only if I'm good do I get to stay."

"You don't have to stay, Kenya," he promised me. "My Prime and his soldiers are fighting against Megatron's tyranny. You don't deserve to live like you are,"

"This is all I know," I replied coldly. "I will not-"

"Pet," I shivered at his voice, listening to him as he took over my comm. "Come to me,"

"Yes master," I replied, already moving towards the command. "I must go. Master calls," I said to nothing , though I guess the new mech got the picture because he didn't reply again.

When the command doors opened, I was met with my Lord's face plates. I quickly averted my optics to the ground, folding my hands behind me.

"My pet," he cooed. "You will accompany me,"

"Yes master," I agreed, following him as he pushed past me and into the hall. "Where are we going?"

"Watch your mouth, slave," he growled back at me, and I wisely shut up.

We walked through the ground bridge that Soundwave opened for us. When I stepped through, I couldn't help but silently enjoy the fresh Earth air. It was the first time in years that I felt my home world's atmosphere for what it really is. I dared not break my position though.

Master led me into a rock tavern, one that seemed to have been drilled through previously, assumingly by some of his command. He led me deeper and deeper into the abyss, only pausing when we reached a dead end. He turned to me, his lip plates turned up into a sneer.

"Here," he cooed, backing me into the rock. It pressed painfully into my back struts, but I did my best to ignore them. "No one can hear you scream," he chuckled darkly, wrapping a servo around my arm.

He shoved me hard to the ground, and I did my best to ignore the mass pain that shot through my frame. He clambered on top of me, forcing my legs open beneath him. I clenched my optics shut as he yanked on my codpiece, the dreaded thing protesting as it came free.

"Look at me, slave," he demanded me. "I want to see you,"

I met his red, cold optics, as he entered me. I wasn't ready, and it was much much worse than what I had originally thought.

I took a chance.

"Primus?."

"Kenya?" came the reply across the oblivian. "I am here, what is it?"

I clenched my denta at the pain, knowing that Master wouldn't be pleased if I gave in this early.

"Help me,.."

Megatron growled triumphantly, slamming into me. I dug my digits into the rock below me, the only reassurance that there is something solid on me. My frame betrayed me, the signals from my Lord's interfacing overruling the unwanted feeling from my gut. He laughed once again, holding my optics with his own.

"Open," he growled dangerously again, barely giving me the chance to close my optics. I dare not defy him now. I had done that only once before, and it didn't end well.

I hung limply from my wrists. I was bond to a metal structure that held my arms above my helm, my pedes barely connecting with the solid ground beneath me. My metals protested across my back struts, all the way throughout my frame. I let out another shaky, limping breath as I heard my Master pace behind me.

"How do you like this now, slave?" he snarled. I could hear the dreaded electro whip trailing across the ground behind me. I buried my faceplates into the metals in front of me, barely holding back a sob as he roughly smacked my already sore aft. "By Primus himself, you will learn your place."

I heard his pistons move as he raised the whip.

"Please…" I whimpered, bracing myself for the inevitable.

"Insolence still," he growled, before bringing the whip down once again.

I still had scars across my back struts from that night. Any disobedience towards my Master will not be tolerated in any means, but to defy him while he was in the middle of a heated intercourse … It was something I shall never do again.

My Lord uses interfacing with me as a punishment. He has made me perform an ungodly number of sexual acts, and has done the same to me. If I don't listen, it only gets worse.

"Don't worry, my child. Help is coming."

A rumble of an engine coming through the tunnel distracted me. It was an unfamiliar one, and even though I was sure I'd face the consequences, I had to warn him.

"Master,..." I barely whispered, still holding his gaze. He growled, raising his servo to strike. "Master wait!" I protested, not daring to do anything else. "Something's coming," I looked towards the noise of the engine.

He paused, looking where I was. His frame shuddered in anger, pulling out and replacing his codpiece. He grabbed my shoulder plates and lifted me up, setting me on my aft and pulling something from his subspace. "The last time he was here, slave, you defied me. You don't get the option to do that once again," He wrapped whatever he had around my head, tugging it down over my optics. I was met with pitch black, my audios already enhancing. "Cross your legs, servos behind you," I complied quickly, fear engrossing my spark. He still had my codpiece… "Helm down. Don't fragging move,"

I whimpered softly as his pistons protested, his frame assumingly turned away from me. The engine came to a stop, before the familiar sound of metal scraping against metal filled my audios.

Last time he was here, you defied me…

"Megatron,"

My spark jumped, the deep baritone filling me with hope. My help was Optimus?

"Optimus," Master almost cheered. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"What you are doing here is not okay," Optimus demanded, his voice like Megatron's on some occasions. "Surrender her to me,"

"Who? My pet?" he laughed, his evil maniacal laugh. He reached back, gently patting my helm. "Do you honestly think I am going to give her to you or anyone Optimus? She is mine, as she will be forever more. Isn't that right, pet?" He twisted one of my finales painfully, though I was used to the pain and pushed through it.

"Yes, master,"

"See, Prime? She is mine to command. And she enjoys it. Isn't that right my darling?"

"Yes, master,"

"Kenya," The autobot called to me. I didn't respond, though Master growled lowly in his chest plates at my name. "Kenya, do you want to be Megatron's slave?" he rolled the word slave an octave deeper, and it hit the depths of my chest. He had such authority to it, I couldn't lie to him, like it was so easy to do with Master.

"Do not lie,"

I hesitated slightly, knowing that it would upset the Master, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to do.

"No, sir,"

The cave was silent as my words sunk in. The whooshing sound of Master's servo was heard before the stinging pain connected with my face. I fell to the ground, carefully, as my codpiece was still missing.

"You dare defy me, slave?" he growled lowly.

"Answer him honestly,"

"Master," I eased carefully. "Master, I mustn't lie."

"You don't have an opinion. You answer like I would want you too. You don't own emotions, you don't own your thoughts, you don't own any of it. You are mine. Every thought you have, every emotion you experience, every part of your frame is mine to command. I guess I'll have to pound that into you later,"

"Megatron," Optimus' voice echoed throughout the tunnel, gaining the mech's attention. I thankfully was still blinded. "Face me. Hit me. Leave her out of it,"

"What I do with my slave is of no concern to you," master growled, delivering a solid kick to my side. I groaned lowly, folding into myself.

Optimus let out an enraged roar, before the sound of metal clashing into metal filled the tunnel we were in. I didn't dare move an inch as the two battled it out.

"Kenya," A desperate voice called behind me. I heard it before too, and it wasn't one of Master's soldiers. "Kenya, come on!"

"Kenya, go with them,"

I didn't move still, ignoring the voice. I was already in enough trouble.

"Bulkhead, grab her. Come on!"

I felt soft servos wrap under me and lifting. I was aware that it was those of an autobot. I wanted to go with, to get away from the life I was in, but I wasn't sure what would happen when Master finally caught me.

So I gave in.

"Master!" I called over the noises, fighting the bot who had a hold of me.

"Whoa, watch it!" he cried, avoiding one of my swings with ease.

Megatron growled angrily, before in pain as I'm assuming Optimus took advantage. I continued to struggle, though the bot had a firm grip on me.

"Come on, let's go!" the light voice from below called again.

"Master!" I whimpered, reaching towards his voice.