Dirty Little Secrets 3
Festival
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
:Warning: Violence and sexual content
Bulkhead sat easily on his shocks in a rough gravel parking lot surrounded by other SUV's and trucks. He stood out a bit only because his self healing hide was in a bit better shape than the desert worn Earth rigs around him. A faint breeze began to stir as the sun sank orange behind the distant mountains. The ex-Wrecker basked in contentment. It was more than the warmth of the sun and dryness of the air; far more. His charge, his Miko, was content for the first time in days.
When the girl had demanded a group trip to the Jasper Spring Festival both Raf and Jack had eagerly agreed. Ratchet had modified Bluetooth devices so they had video capacity and extended range. He had also upgraded them to the point where he could monitor their vital signs from the base and their guardians could from anywhere. Through this medium their guardians had been introduced to the joys of cotton candy, the tilt-a-whirl, and the aftermath of a small boy experiencing both at once. Bumblebee had clicked worriedly as Miko held Raf's shoulders and his breakfast had gotten acquainted with the mesquite bushes at the edge of the fairgrounds.
A trick riding competition meant Arcee and Jack had been able to participate together directly. The femme had offered when she saw Jack trying to hide his longing gazes at the event poster. She had volunteered herself willingly and enacted an old program that allowed Jack full control, eliminating any unfair advantage Cybertronian reflexes would give them over the competitors. Despite the youth's comparative inexperience they had placed third and accepted the white ribbon to Miko's screams of congratulation.
Near the end of the afternoon the rest of Raf's siblings had shown up and the brown eyed boy had gone off with them. Bumblebee had followed him home. Jack was tired from the riding exhibition and had work the next day so he left soon after. Miko had wandered the booths, sometimes buying small trinkets native to the area to send back home to her parents, she explained to Bulkhead, but mostly she just chatted with the green mech, describing what they were seeing as she passed through the milling crowd. She took her time petting the animals in the barns and reading the simple displays on what each was useful for. By the time she began to head back to the parking lot the sun had set and most of the booths were closing.
The green SUV started his engine and rumbled in pleasure as she came towards the festival gates. The slim Asian stopped to wave cheerfully at a pack of girls from school and laughed at something they yelled to her. This had been a very good idea, the Autobot thought happily. He didn't need to be monitoring her heart rate and respiration to know that she was relaxed and enjoying herself for the first time in days. Bright desert stars gleamed down on them as she left the lights of the festival.
She was humming to herself and swinging what she called her 'swag-bag' between the dark rows of cars when she suddenly stopped dead. Bulkhead hadn't heard what had alerted the girl but he did hear the whimper of fear she let out. Miko's heart rate skyrocketed and her breathing grew rapid. She stood stock still for a moment then broke into a sprint.
"Miko? Are you okay?" the green SUV asked nervously scanning the area but a frightened squeak was the only reply.
He didn't pick up any Cons. What was wrong? The parking lot was just too scrapping big he realized in sudden frustration. His processor had already calculated her most likely position and it was several hundred yards through rows and rows of vehicles; vehicles he couldn't just crush through or jump over without blowing his cover.
"Miko! Are you in danger?" he demanded again. "Your central pump is going crazy. Come on, talk to me."
The green Autobot didn't know that human hearts could beat that fast. She was far past what Ratchet had said was the normal limit.
"No," at the whisper of terror the mech threw it into reverse and shot down the line of cars. It would still take some time to get to her and maybe he'd get in trouble but the ex-Wrecker could only hear the fear in her voice and the pounding in her heart. Then suddenly the Bluetooth went dead.
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"Apakah Anda memiliki waktu yang menyenangkan berharga saya Angrek Bulan?"
The soft voice came out of the darkness; more familiar than her own mother's, more terrifying than Megatron's himself. Miko froze like a deer in the headlights; her eyes darting frantically around for the source of the sound. Whirling around, not thinking if she was even headed in Bulkhead's direction, the girl took off at a dead sprint. She came up hard against a powerfully muscled chest and fell back on her rear with a gasp of terror. She didn't recognize the man who loomed out of the darkness but there was no doubt in her mind that he was one of his.
Bulkhead was shouting something at her over the comm. now but the girl was too far gone in terror and shock to understand or reply. The soft voice continued to speak as the man came into view in the pale moonlight.
"Saya harap Anda menikmati liburan Anda sayang, karena sekarang saatnya untuk kembali bekerja, dan saya takut Anda akan sangat sibuk untuk waktu yang sangat panjang untuk membayar apa yang saya biaya."
"No," she whispered in terror.
Her senses came back and she leapt to her feet to run, only to be roughly grabbed by the giant of a man standing behind her. His massive hands roughly twisted her arms behind her back and lifted her onto her toes. Once she was secure he reached up and yanked the Bluetooth off her ear casting it to the ground and crushing it under foot. The hand then did a quick search of her body, finding her cell phone and tossing it into the cluttered bed of a nearby pickup truck. Miko was dimly aware of all this but her wide brown eyes were locked on the man approaching her.
"Guntur," she whispered.
"So you do remember me," he switched to English. The man smirked and reached out to caress her face. "I wondered. You were so young when you were taken away my dear. Take her to the van."
The goon clamped one hand over her mouth and swiftly wove between the rows of cars. Soon Miko came to her senses and began to struggle though it didn't seem to slow the brute down any. They came to a plain grey panel van and she redoubled her struggles, frantically trying to sink her teeth into her captor's hand. The side door slid open revealing a sturdy steel cage sitting in the back. The kind used to transport dangerous animals. Despite her growing terror she went limp and let out a small whimper.
Everything was fading. These last few months that had seemed far too good to be true. Where was her protector? Where was Bulkhead? Where was Jack? Why hadn't he shown up to scold her for being so reckless as to be out at night and call in backup? Was any of it real? The brute holding her was about to shove her into the waiting cage when something snapped inside of her. She was Miko Nadakai; she was strong!
"Stop struggling Angrak Bulan," the soft voice scolded gently. "Release her mouth."
"That is not my name," she hissed out.
"It is the name I gave you when even your own mother called you babi. You were born as they blossomed my dear, but we have no time for this. Hold her."
One massive arm wrapped around her, pinning her to the brute's chest.
"Chloroform?" the rough voice asked.
"No, I have a more, pleasurable way. Hold her head still."
A viselike hand gripped the back of her neck. The dark skinned man leaned in with a smile and she began to tremble as the moonlight caught in his bleached hair. His hand cupped her chin and long graceful fingers reached up to gently pinch her nostrils shut, blocking the scent of his cologne. She felt his many rings pressing against her hot skin.
"Now, let's see if your taste has changed," Guntur murmured.
"No," she snarled as his lips trapped hers.
The girl found herself falling back on old training. She sent her mind away from her body; reaching out and thinking about anything else but what he was doing to her. Miko's lungs began to burn and she felt the world around her fade as the organs used up their stored oxygen. Just as she was about to pass out a beautiful sound filled the air and the pressure was yanked away from her with the screech of wrenching metal. The brute released her with a shout as he lunged away from the roaring SUV. Miko staggered to the ground and crawled on her hands and knees toward the open car door. Black seatbelts reached out and pulled her into the cab. Bulkhead was saying something but she couldn't understand it.
"Base Bulk," she finally gasped out as tears finally began to spill down her face. "Take me back to the base. Don't tell anyone. Base. Don't tell."
The Autobot hesitated for a moment. He hated to leave the scum who had dared abduct his Miko alive, let alone free, but she was trembling in terror and babbling now. She was crying. With a final growl of fury he backed away from the convertible he had totaled to get close enough to the girl and headed for the exit.