Knockout made his way back to his quarters aboard the Nemesis and settled onto his berth with a heavy sigh. He had been working nonstop for a long time and he was exhausted. Between repairing workers who got hurt in the mines, Vehicons getting trashed by the Autobots, and Starscream getting his almost daily beatings from Megatron, Knockout was on almost no rest. Even his normally flawless finish was scratched and dull. Breakdown had normally been the one to buff him, but that bitch Arachnid had blown him to bits. Even street racing, the only joy that he had on this planet, was taken from him by Megatron. He was anxious and bored.
Knockout looked at the shackles on his desk that had, until recently, held the human woman.
"I can't even get any relief there," he muttered to himself. "Just when I had her almost broken, Wheeljack took her from me. I wasn't finished with her. "
His workload had kept him from searching for her. He was certain she was still with the Autobots, but kept herself hidden from view. Truth be told, Knockout knew that he could simply grab another human to replace her and Megatron wouldn't know the difference. But he wanted her. She had a spirit and fight to her, and he wanted to break that. The fact that he had been so close only to lose her made him angry. He had his way with her whenever he chose, and no matter how hard the woman fought, he won. It excited him. Even now he could feel hardening behind his interface panel. He was addicted to the woman and he knew it. Her fear and her pain were delicious to him. He loved the way that she thrashed and fought every time he sank into her tight warmth. He would hold her down, bite and scratch her until she screamed out his name. She would curse him even as her body responded to his caresses with moans of pleasure and her wet heat pulsed and throbbed around his spike in an inevitable climax, after which, she would collapse sobbing into his arms, where he would cuddle and soothe her. It was a twisted but fascinating game to him. And it was gone.
"Where are you, my dear Kerri?" he asked. " I will get you back. The Autobots will slip up, and you'll be mine again. You will be punished in the most wonderful way when I find you."
But how to get her back? He didn't even know where to begin. But then an idea struck him: Soundwave! If anyone could locate the woman, it would be the Decepticon Communications Officer. The spy excelled in his craft, monitoring every transmission, Decepticon, Autobot, and human. She would not be able to remain hidden once he was on the task. And since he was already doing the job, it would simply be a matter of informing Knockout when she was located.
Satisfied with his solution, Knockout pulled out his spike and began stroking the length of it.
"Soon, my dear," he purred.
The thought of ravishing the woman, taking her to the brink and over, destroying her, only to build her back up, was too much for the Decepticon. With a final hard tug on his spike, Knockout overloaded before falling into restful recharge.