A/N

This story is going up to an M rating, and this chapter contains rape. You have been warned.

Kerri awoke groggily and opened her eyes briefly before slamming them shut again. It very bright, very bright. Her head was pounding, and she couldn't move her body. She laid still for several minutes while trying to remember what had happened. She couldn't look around, and she had no idea where she was.

"Think, woman," she grimaced. "What happened?"

She fought to recall her last thoughts. The Decepticons! Her unit had been engaged in a battle with them at the base. But what had happened? And where was she now? She tried to move again, and couldn't. Fear was now rising up into her chest, causing her heartbeat to pound inside of her ears.

"Get it together, girl," she said. "Calm down and focus."

Kerri tried opening her eyes again, mere slivers at first, until she could adjust to the light. Soon she was able to open them completely, but it did her no good. She still had no idea where she was. The surroundings didn't look familiar at all. She was able to lift her head and look down at her body. She was in her fatigues and strapped to a gurney. But where? It wasn't the base. That she was sure of. Maybe a military hospital. In quarantine perhaps. Maybe the Decepticons had used gas or some sort of biological weapon.

She looked around the room as much as her restraints would allow. It was dark beyond the giant white light that bathed her. She could see machines and what looked like tools, although none of them looked familiar. She turned her head to look on the other side. There were other gurneys there, and they were huge.

"Who needs gurneys that big-". Then the full horror of her situation sank in. She was aboard the Decepticon warship! Fear gripped her, and she began to turn and thrash about on the table, trying to work herself loose.

"This can't be happening. Please, don't let this be happening. Let me wake up!"

She looking around frantically for anything that could help her. While her clothing was intact, her weapon was gone. Not that it mattered.

"Hello," she whispered. She was afraid to yell, and her voice was shaking with fear. "Is anybody else in here? Please, somebody answer me."

"Hello."

Kerri froze. The unfamiliar voice came from behind her.

"Hello! Who are you? Show yourself!"

"As you wish, my dear."

Kerri heard heavy footsteps walking towards her before a shadow fell over the gurney. Suddenly the light was turned away and in its place stood a red robot. Kerri screamed and began to pull at her restraints again.

"You should really relax," the robot drawled. "You're going to hurt yourself. Why are screaming anyhow? You asked me to show myself, and I did. You're being rather rude."

"Who-who are you?"

"Now I'm being rude. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Knockout. And you are?"

Kerri didn't answer, instead continuing to stare up at the Decepticon.

Knockout took a clawed finger and ran it along her shirt. Kerri shuddered and attempted to pull away.

"Please, don't-"

He found was he was looking for: her name on her uniform.

"Macklin. I believe that that is what humans call a surname. Do you have a first name, human?"

"Kerri. My name is Kerri."

"Kerri," he purred.. "A lovely name. Well, Kerri, as I believe you have ascertained, you are a prisoner aboard our warship."

"Where are my teammates?"

"Shockwave has them. He needs humans for his experiments. Bad things. Not for the squeamish," he stated matter-of-factly.

Kerri's heart sank. Her team was aboard the ship too. She was hoping that they had somehow escaped her fate, but now she knew.

"Why am I here and not with them?"

"Fortunately for you, my dear, Shockwave has no use for femmes, Cybertronian or otherwise. I, on the other hand, find them fascinating. So he gave you to me."

Knockout was looking down at the human with a twisted grin on his face. His finger was absent-mindedly running along her body, and her heart was drumming furiously in her chest.

"What are you going to do with me?" she whispered, afraid to hear his answer.

Knockout brought his ghostly white face mere inches from her own.

"I'm going to enjoy you, Kerri", he smiled. The finger that had been stroking her body went back up to the collar of her shirt and cut it away from her body. She struggled to pull away to no avail. The claw went to the waistband of her pants.

Kerri was absolutely mortified. He couldn't really be thinking what she thought he was thinking. There was no way! He's at least 15 feet tall!

"Please," she pleaded, "stop this. There's no way you can-"

"No way that I can what, my dear?" He whispered in her ear. "No way that I can take you? What makes you think it isn't possible?"

Knockout stood up, face mere inches from her again. His talon ran along her terrified face as he studied her.

"Truth be told, Kerri, I am quite fascinated by human females. Up until now, I've only been able to admire them from afar. Lord Megatron would never allow me to pluck humans from the surface merely to indulge my fantasies. But now it seems that fate has intervened."

He leered down at her again. "I am so going to enjoy this. There is nothing preventing you from enjoying it as well."

Kerri closed her eyes and sobbed gently, looking away as the rest of her clothing was cut from her body. There was nothing she could do to stop Knockout. She didn't know how he planned to do, but it didn't matter. 'Please just do it quickly,' she thought to herself.

"Now, now, my dear," purred Knockout. "Relax and enjoy this. I'm going to be a gentlemech for you."

Knockout turned her to face him. "Look at me," he said.

Kerri watched as another bright light filled the room. When it dissipated, she saw that Knockout had shrunk, and now stood approximately seven feet tall.

"Like what you see?", Knockout asked, and stood back so that she could admire him.

"A little trick we Cybertronians call mass displacement. It comes in handy on occasion, although I must admit I've never used to to interface. You should be proud of being my first!", he beamed.

Kerri looked at him in stunned silence. Knockout was insane to think that she would ever enjoy this. He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and see could see the lust in his eyes.

But then she saw an opportunity. Knockout was obviously narcissistic, and she could take advantage of that.

"I must admit that the scientific side of me is…interested. And I suppose it could be worse. You haven't been a brute. But I'm scared. I don't how this is going to work-"

"You leave that to me, my dear. Just relax and enjoy how good I'm going to make you feel."

Knockout put his mouth to her throat and began nuzzling. His servos ran along her now nude body as he planted kisses on he neck and shoulders.

"Mmm, so warm and soft. You were worth the wait, my dear," he murmured as he brought his mouth to hers. He claimed her mouth with his glossa while his servos wandered to her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. His mouth glazed a trail down to her chest, where his tongue wrapped around one of her nipples. Knockout moaned while he feverishly explored every inch of her body. His servos ran down her legs, and it was only when he worked towards her inner thighs did Knockout realized that the woman was still restrained.

"Dammit," the Decepticon muttered. He reached over the table and pressed a button and the shackles fell off.

Knockout crawled back on top of the woman and continued to explore her body.

"Put your arms around me," he lustily ordered. Kerri obliged while Knockout's glossa invaded her mouth one again. It intertwined with hers, while one hand stroked her hair, and the other gently forced her legs apart.

Kerri wanted to scream, but instead allowed Knockout to have his way with her. She had to wait for the right moment to strike at him.

Her legs now open, Knockout didn't wait to sink a clawed talon inside of her. Unfortunately, her body was responding to the contact automatically, and Knockout noticed.

"Mmmm, my dear, so you are enjoying this," he growled. "How long has it been? It doesn't really matter. This is your first time with the magnificence that is me. Such a lucky girl you are."

Kerri heard a click and looked at Knockout.

"I would say you're ready for me, and that's a good thing. Because while I would love to drag this deliciousness out, I must have you now."

He settled himself between her legs and Kerri realized this was her opportunity. The only one she would get. She only hoped that it would work.

As fast as she could, Kerri brought her knee up to meet Knockout's interface panel, where it connected with his…whatever it was. Knockout looked as if a bolt of lightning had gone through his body. Kerri took the opening and bolted from underneath the now crumpled Decepticon. She scampered down the leg of the gurney and was nude and now desperately running, looking for a way out of the room.

"Open, dammit. Come on, something, open!" She cried out. But she could find no exit, no escape. With dizzying speed, she was grabbed from behind and thrown onto the floor, and Knockout was back on top of her.

"Tsk, tsk, my dear. A bad idea. You are aboard a warship, miles above your planet. Where exactly were you going to go?"

Kerri didn't respond, but merely looked away. Knockout grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. She saw anger in his optics now.

"I was going to take you gently," he growled as he settled between her legs again. "But I don't think gentle is for you."

Without another word, Knockout forced himself into her. She cried out in pain, and Knockout forced himself in further. Once he was fully encased in her warmth, he forced her to look at him again.

"Watch me while I do this. I want to hear you cry out with every thrust. You won't enjoy this, I promise. But you will learn. We'll have all of the time in the world."

Knockout buried his face in her neck and began to move. His assault was brutal, and Kerri screamed, cried, and thrashed underneath him, to no avail. He hilted himself every time, before pulling almost all the way out, only to slam into her body again and again.

"Primus, you're tight", he growled as he nipped at her neck with his teeth. He plowed into her relentlessly.

"I'm close, so close. Say my name, Kerri." When she didn't respond, he grabbed her hair pulled roughly. "Say my name! Tell me how good it feels to have me fucking you! Say it!

"Yes, Knockout, fuck me!" She cried out while her body was mercilessly being destroyed by the Decepticon. She was battered and beaten, and needed it to stop.

Her words sent Knockout over the edge. With one final thrust he overloaded inside of the woman. After he finished, he laid on top of her for a few minutes while his fans attempted to cool off his frame. Kerri stared at the ceiling and sobbed.

Finally Knockout crawled off of her, and Kerri curled up into a ball on the floor. She saw Knockout walk away, only to return a few seconds later, full size again, with a warm cloth. He picked her up and placed her onto the gurney where he gently wiped her face and body, and when he finished, kissed her brow.

"I didn't want it this way, my dear, believe me. But you need to learn. You belong to me, and the sooner you accept that, the better off you will be."

"And now, Kerri, I have work to do. I'm ve given you a sedative, so you'll sleep until my return. You can't escape, so don't try. Besides, we have some undersirables aboard, and I can guarantee you that they won't as pleasant as myself."

Knockout kissed her again before leaving the room.

"Sleep well," my dear."