Chapter 4

Just a brief warning for this chapter: there will be violence, there will be energon, and there will be gore. This is the first torture chapter and there is some sexual content. But it isn't rape. I don't think I'm gonna take it that far. So, if you don't like to read this type of thing, turn back now and don't complain to me about it because you've been warned.

Optimus sighed as his cell door was open was again. This time, it was Megatron and the Fallen. The looks on their faces told him that he would be in for it. And he was right. The two Decepticons smiled at him evilly and hauled him up roughly before dragging him down the disgusting halls of the Decepticon lair. The flamed mech knew that another round of torture was coming up, but he was expecting this one. The two mechs brought him to a room that had all sorts of devices that Optimus assumed were going to be used for his torture. The mech closed his optics as he was strapped down to the berth that was in the middle of the room and opened his dermals to scream as the first wave of torture began.

Ratchet moved to the rec. room quickly when the announcement was made over the P.A. system. Apparently, the Autobots that were on monitor duty for the day received a video feed from the Decepticons. All of the other 'Bots gathered in the rec. room as fast as possible to make sure their leader was still alive.

When they played the feed, it started with Megatron being the only person that they could see. He had a malevolent grin on his face before he began to speak. "Dearest Autoscum. I'm assure you that your leader is alive. I wouldn't say well, but I'm sure you already knew that."

Then, the Decepticon leader took a step back and revealed Optimus on a berth. A large mechanical hand came from one of the devices above the berth and probed the captive mech's body. It appeared gentle at first before it moved over the Prime's abdominal plating and went through completely, damaging the metal and severing several energon lines, drawing a sharp cry him.

The Autobots gasped in shock at what they saw and several of the NEST soldiers, as well as Sam and Mikaela left the room so that they wouldn't have to see anymore of it. Ratchet shut his optics and flinched at every pain filled moan, hiss, or cry that his lover gave out, wishing he could be there to help him, to heal him, to lay his medical saw into the two afts that caused him his pain. Even some of the bravest, toughest mechs looked appalled at the video feed and turned their helms away, shutting their optics tightly and probably turning off their audios. Even Ironhide looked disturbed.

Finally, Prowl made a command to turn off the video feed and Jolt, who was one of the mechs on monitor duty, did so quickly and got up from his 'Bot sized chair. He went off in another direction with his mate following closely behind. Prowl looked back at Ratchet, who remained stock-still. The medic looked as if he had seen a ghost, and that bother him greatly. Ratchet has never shown fear this way. But, before the current Autobot leader could say anything, the medic turned on his heels and went back to his medbay. Prowl sighed and silently vowed to Ratchet, the other Autobots, Optimus, and himself that he would do anything in his power to make sure that Optimus was found and brought back home alive.

Optimus screamed and tried to arch from the berth, but his bonds kept him secure. The mechanical hand that was used to damage his abdominal plating was still probing around in the same wound and was moving further in different directions. It dug down further south, causing more damage and energon loss. The hand almost reached the entrance to his valve from a different angle, and it terrified the mech. Then, the hand went back north and penetrated the armour just outside his spark chamber. Before it could enter his spark chamber, it was pulled from his body completely, causing him to sigh in relief. Rivers of energon were pouring out of his injured, metal body, making the 'Cons laugh at his predicament.

The Fallen walked over to his mutilated body and stuck a single claw in the large wound. Energon coated the claw and he brought it up to his dermas, tasting Optimus's lifeblood. The Prime saw him do so and shivered in disgust at seeing his own energon being tasted by a filthy 'Con as if it were an energon treat. "Are you enjoying yourself, Prime?" the elder mech spat. "Because I am. Megatron, do what you want with him."

The corrupt Prime exited the room, leaving Megatron and Optimus alone. The former looked at his younger brother and grinned, exposing sharp fangs. "And to think this all could have been avoided, brother, if you hadn't continuously fought for the weak," he hissed. Optimus glared at him.

"Damn you both to the Pit," he snarled. Megatron growled and grabbed the semi's faceplates.

"I guess you want more, Prime." Megatron went over to a tray and picked up a single device. The device was fairly large with a dark grey color, three red buttons, and a spider shape. The Decepticon looked at it with interest and then smirked at Optimus evilly. "Do you know what this is, brother?" he asked. "Hook told me the name of it, but my mind has faltered ever since you damage part of my processors back in Egypt. I don't remember the name, but I do remember the purpose. It's used to activate the interface protocols of any Cybertronian. Without their permission of course."

Optimus narrowed his optics. "So, you're planning on raping me, then."

"Personally, I believe that first off, it doesn't count as rape if the person wants it. Second, I think that what I'm planning is worse."

Megatron sat the device on top of the flamed mech's chest plates and watched as it was activated. Several visible waves went through Prime's body, causing him to groan and tilt his head back. After millennia of torturing mechs, Megatron could tell the difference between a groan of pain and a groan of pleasure. And Prime's groan was that of pleasure. Megatron took off Optimus's codpiece roughly and revealed his valve that was beginning to drip lubricants. Teasingly, he took was servo and circled the rim of the valve. Optimus stifled a moan and growled at his older brother. Megatron was quite unfazed, but pulled his finger back and unsheathed the blue and red mech's pressurising spike. He stroked it once before letting it go and walking out of the room.

Optimus lay on the berth with his interface unit exposed, available to any Decepticon that saw his valve dripping fresh lubricant or his large erection. Right now, he was a target for someone random to come by and help themselves. But at the moment, the Autobot leader was wanton and tried to thrust his hips forward to get any kind of friction on his hard spike. His optics widened when he realized what this method of torture was. Megatron stimulated his valve and his spike by using his device and teased him once. But with the effects of the device, it made him ten times more sensitive than normal. A simple touch made him need an overload or he would surely lose his mind. The semi groaned and cried out as his interface equipment was left stimulated, however untouched. He knew that this would not be solved unless he came, and nothing there could bring him to that. At the moment, his cries and mewls made him feel as if he failed himself and that Megatron knocked down his walls, as if he were some sort of cheap pleasure drone.

All he could do was lay there on his berth and pray that some magical force would bring him to his much needed and desired overload. But Megatron was gone for hours and not a single Decepticon walked past to see his distress and bring him his relief, which shocked him, as well as disappointed him. He tried to wait it out until the seemingly permanent effects went away. At least for him, they did. Megatron came back when it was over, so Optimus assumed that he knew exactly how long it would take for the effects to wear off. He was grateful that they did, considering he felt like a helpless mechling in his first heat cycle, begging to be fragged, to be taken. Combined with the pain that that mechanical arm brought him, he was sure that suicide was the only way out of it, but he couldn't do that either.

Hook came in with Megatron and patched up the open wounds. In a few hours, he was good as new and thrown back into his cell, left to his thoughts.

Okay, so I'm proud with the length of the chapter, but I'm not sure if I'm proud of the content. Leave and review and tell me what you thought, but be nice if you didn't like it.

Denali Prime out.