The twisted TF fangirl presents: Dark Spark
Setting: TF: Prime
Rating: M (interfacing, non-con situations, general angst)
Pairings/Characters: MegatronxOC
Disclaimer: Transformers are property of Hasbro...I just own the OC
Summary: A femme is reunited with the Autobots on Earth after being held captive on the Nemisis.
The next chapter(s) will consist of a flashback to Shaba's imprisonment on the Nemesis and this is where things start to get really nasty. You have been warned!
Ch. 2
Shaba slowly came out of recharge, optics struggling to focus clearly in the dim lighting of the room. "Ugh, where…wh…ohh', she moaned weakly. She then realized that she was in the air, her feet dangling below her; her arms above her head, chained and suspended from the ceiling of this room. She was too weak to make any attempt to free herself, she was too weak to even attempt to transform. 'Just what does Megatron want with me, anyway? I won't have any information about the Autobots', the femme thought, confused. Tears started trickling down her face plates as Shaba lowered her head again and awaited what was to come.
"Soundwave, is the femme ready for interrogation?" Megatron asked his communications officer, whose back was turned, his slender fingers rapidly tapping away at the screen before him. A second later, an image appeared on a viewing screen above them. "Ah, she is finally awake after my little 'introduction', it is only the very beginning of what's to come for her, yes", the Decepticon leader gave an evil chuckle. "Time to send in the drones", he then ordered Soundwave, who only nodded and contacted the drone unit that would interrogate their prisoner.
The hiss of the door opening to the room jarred the femme flyer out of her thoughts as four vehicon drones entered, approaching her. All but one appeared to be empty-handed, but the one who wasn't carried a nasty instrument of torture, a shock prod. Shaba's optics immediately widened in fear and she protested "No, please! Don't do this, I have no information on the Autobot's location on this planet!"
What appeared to be the leader of this group of drones walked up to Shaba, shock prod sparking. There was no discernable expression on its face plates, its optics were a bright red visor. "Femme, it is recommended that you divulge any and all information pertaining to Optimus Prime and his forces that are currently in hiding on the organic planet below us. We found your stasis pod and extracted data. Unfortunately, the guidance systems had sustained damage. We know that you possess knowledge of the Autobots here. You know the one designation Arcee, correct?" the drone asked.
"Ugh, I have had no contact with her since the war started, back on Cybertron, vorns ago" Shaba sighed wearily. I had to leave, my settlement in the Neutral Territories was leveled in a Decepticon attack and my guardians were killed. The only information that I received was that Arcee was located on this planet and a rough set of coordinates to her. That worked out well, didn't it?" Shaba gave a sarcastic tone, growing more frustrated than angry now at this seemingly mindless drone-bot pestering her for information.
"Femme, I will not tolerate your disrespect, you will address me in a proper tone" the drone replied. Shaba scoffed "You're kidding me, right?" she continued, wanting to laugh now. The lead drone quickly brought the shock prod up to the femme's face, then quickly jammed it into her left side. The pain wracked the femme's systems, but she did not cry out. Her frame went rigid, jerking the restraining chains. The drone then shut the device off, allowing Shaba's frame to hang limp, heavily cycling air through her vents. "What do you have to say now, femme", it asked in a threatening tone. Shaba looked down, looking like she was too weak to speak, but, she quickly looked up, faceplates twisting into an expression of anger, optics narrowing. "Three words…go frag yourself!" she spat, her legs striking out at the drone, knocking the shock prod out of its hands. "Fragging mindless automaton", the femme sneered. The drone officer retrieved the instrument, but made no motion to further punish Shaba. Instead, the lead drone turned, the others immediately following. Then, right before they departed the room, the lead then turned back toward the femme once again. "Lord Megatron will not be pleased that you have given him no information and that you have shown nothing but disrespect towards your captors. Expect a less than pleasant visit from him later on" it warned, then turned back and exited the room, the door hissing shut behind them. "Slag" was all that Shaba said, filled with dread.
Megatron walked the corridors of the Nemesis, hands clasped behind his back. The vehicon commander had briefed him some time ago. However, instead of the Decepticon leader becoming instantly infuriated and storming into Shaba's cell, he retreated into his private chambers for several cycles. He wanted the femme's fear to linger, then ebb as time went on, thinking that the drone's warning was just an empty threat. The tyrant neared the door, a slight smirk growing on his faceplates.
Shaba snapped her head up as the door opened, and her spark froze. His silver armor gleamed in the low light, his crimson optics burned a hole right through the young femme's processors. She had no words to describe Megatron's appearance, intimidating was an understatement. The warlord entered the room, slowing approaching Shaba. He had already known that the femme possessed very little or no information about Prime. No, that was not the reason he had her captured…no, he needed some fun. The way that she looked, chained and hanging from the ceiling. She appeared weak, deprived of energon…and vulnerable.
Megatron now stood before Shaba, the femme being suspended high enough to be at optic level with his face. She couldn't stand to look directly into those crimson optics that were filled with nothing but evil. The tyrant's jagged denta bared in a snarl "Look at me, femme", he ordered. Shaba whimpered in fright as she slowly raised her head, meeting his glare. "You will look at me when I address you, prisoner, and you will learn to respect me as well as my officers. You have only received a very small taste of my wrath and it did take some time for you to recover from it, yes?" Megatron's face leaned in close to the femme's. Shaba only whimpered slightly, struggling to maintain optic contact. "Answer me, femme" the voice was low, deadly, causing her to gasp "no, please…ahhh, what do you want?!" Shaba cried, quickly becoming terrified. The glint in the mech's optic was unmistakable, and the snarl became an ever so slight smirk.
"You have made a grave mistake by coming here, femme. Searching for the Autobots; you would've allied with them, then you would've faced my forces in battle. But now, I have you before all that. You are a Neutral, I found you first, I now own you, femme" Megatron replied. Shaba's optics widened with fear "n…no, I beg of you. Release me, return me to Cybertron…somewhere…"Shaba trailed off. It was futile, for sure. There simply was nowhere else to go. "Your only chance at survival lies with the Decepticons, and we will quickly deny you of that survival if you do not do everything we tell you, is that absolutely clear, femme?" Megatron growled, taking an index finger and placing it under Shaba's chin, tipping her head up ever so slightly. Shaba groaned in anger and pain, a deep pain within her spark. She hated the Decepticons with every part of her being. She clenched her denta tightly, wanting badly to say the same three words that she said to that drone.
Megatron seemed to read her processors "Oh, you have something more to say to me, like you did earlier? Because, believe me, you will find yourself wishing to be offlined" he warned, optics narrowing. Shaba's vents gave a large 'whuff' of air, her chained arms jerked as hands balled into fists. "Megatron...to the Pit with you!" she spat. The tyrant only gave a slight smirk as that hand left Shaba's chin and moved downward to the back of her thigh, those bladed fingers stroking gently "You are wrong, femme. I am destined to be one with the Allspark…and you…" Megatron growled, now grasping Shaba's thigh tightly and bringing her right leg around his waist "…You are mine". Shaba's optics widened in terror as the warlord pressed his frame even more against hers, his other hand now grasping a shoulder, claws digging into her armor, making Shaba cry out in pain and jerk her frame against the chains that continued to restrain her wrists. He then took her mouth greedily, jagged sharp denta scraping against hers, glossa exploring thoroughly "unnnf" Shaba continued to squirm and moan in disgust and the femme tried to lift her legs to push the tyrant away…big mistake.
"You are slow to learn, aren't you?" Megatron growled as he broke his dominating kiss and started to slowly walk around the chained up femme, stopping when he was directly behind her. He paused, admiring her backside. He then gave a cruel chuckle, then un-subspaced a glowing electro-whip "Perhaps a thorough whipping will make you realize that I am not to be taken lightly at all" Megatron continued, lashing the whip against the floor, giving a nasty cracking and hissing sound. Shaba tensed up in fear, optics tearing up "PLEASE! I beg you, please don't do this to me…I'm sorry, Megatron!" the femme protested, loudly. "Oh, now you regret your actions…oh no, femme, that doesn't work with me" the leader of the Decepticons growled in a dangerous tone. He then proceeded to punish the captive femme mercilessly, lashing her lower backside over a dozen times. Shaba cried out so loudly each time, her frame jerked wildly. She begged repeatedly for Megatron to cease but couldn't see the cruel, twisted smirk on his faceplates as he was enjoying every moment of this.
The warlord finally ceased, re-subspacing the electro-whip, and walked back around to face his femme prisoner once again. Shaba panted and moaned in agony, the pain was beyond anything she had ever felt and her aft felt like it was set ablaze. "Silence, femme…that was not painful" Megatron lifted Shaba's chin up again, her tearful emerald optics meeting his harsh crimson ones. "M…Megatron…" Shaba trailed off, tears still trailing down her face plates. "No, femme…I am Master to you, understood?" he growled, deadly. "Y…yes…Master" the femme cried. "And my femme is going to obey her Master and not resist his advances, is that correct?" Megatron continued, his hands returning to where they were at earlier. "Ahhh, yes Master" Shaba cried as the tyrant quickly took her mouth again, groaning in deepening arousement. He became more aggressive, pinning the femme's frame hard against his. Shaba fought the urge to kick at him again, air heavily cycling through her intakes. Those expert mech hands then found her wings, stroking along the leading edges, causing Shaba to squirm wildly and moan; she tried to fight back that urge as well, not wanting the Decepticon leader to think that she was at all enjoying this "oooh, ohhhh" it managed to escape her vocalisers, though.
"Warming up to me already, femme?" Megatron chuckled after he broke the kiss, still holding her frame tightly. "Oh, frag you" Shaba hissed angrily, giving the tyrant her best death-glare. "Now femme, that is no way to talk to your Master, you will be punished for that" he warned. Megatron's optics then looked downward, his hands following suit, until they were rubbing the femme's aft and thighs. "Time for you to open up for your Master" he growled, lustily. Shaba gasped in dread…anything but that. "Do not think about it, DO it now, femme!" his rasping voice became a deafening roar of anger, his fingers digging in so deep that they drew energon. Shaba screamed in pain, laying her head back. She was becoming increasingly fatigued from the lack of energon and her urge to resist was fading quickly. "Ah yes Master" Shaba complied and an area of armor plating between her legs slid back, revealing her interfacing port. "That's more like it" Megatron replied, a hand running over the area "Oh, wet down there already?" he leered, smirking. "Admit it, femme…you want your Master to frag you good and hard" the hulking mech continued, hand rubbing her harder. Shaba couldn't help it, she was becoming more and more aroused.
Several cycles later, Megatron emerged from the interrogation chambers appearing sated, walking calmly towards his private wash racks. He commed Knockout, his Chief Medical Officer, to prepare the medbay for the femme. He was not certain she would survive after what ensued between him and his captured prey. However, this did not concern Megatron much at all, things like this never did. The ex-gladiator of Kaon had never let such 'trivial' things bother him, he had desires that needed to be fulfilled…and pent up anger, frustration, and lust. All these released in a few cycles time upon a young captive Neutral femme.