Knockout turned off his headlights as he approached the Harbinger. While he trusted Starscream (in this instance, at least), he knew that Megatron was no fool. He would notice that Knockout hadn't returned, and the doctor wasn't sure how well Starscream could sell the story to the warlord. He hoped that Megatron hadn't beaten Starscream to a pulp, especially since he was no longer aboard the warship to treat him. He genuinely appreciated the flyer's assistance, and wanted no harm to come to his friend.

Knockout spent several minutes scanning the downed ship for signs of life. Confident that no Decepticons were waiting for him, he turned his attention to the woman slumped down in his passenger seat.

"Kerri, my dear. Are you awake? We've arrived. I need you to exit, if you don't mind."

The seatbelt holding the woman retracted, and Kerri silently stepped out of the vehicle as Knockout transformed. Her captor immediately scooped her up into his servo and lifted her up to optic level.

"I'm happy that you're cooperating, my dear. It makes things so much easier."

Kerri remained silent, merely looking at the doctor through defeated eyes. It was only then that Knockout noticed that her face was dirty. Her tears had left tracks down cheeks, and her eyes were red and puffy.

"Now, now, my love, don't look so sad. I'm really not that bad. I let Wheeljack live, didn't I? And I have no intention of harming any Autobots, provided they leave us in peace. And I certainly haven't harmed you in any way. I simply want you to want me. Is that to much to ask?"

Kerri looked up at the Decepticon.

"I gave you my word," she said numbly. "I intend to keep it."

"I promise that I will make you happy, my Kerri," Knockout said solemnly. "You simply need to give me the chance."

Captive in hand, Knockout strolled toward the Harbinger. "Let's go look at our new home, shall we?"

Wheeljack slowly came back online. His processor felt scrambled, and his systems were throwing out alarms like crazy. He lay still, optics still offline, letting his repair programs do their job. Once he felt capable, he onlined his optics and looked around. It was still nighttime, and he was laying on the desert floor, staring up at millions of stars. He stayed still until all of systems rebooted, sitting up only when his equilibrium was showing the all clear.

"What in the hell happened?",he muttered to himself, helm in servo. "What am doing out here?"

Kerri! Where was she?!

He remembered Starscream holding her, and him running towards the Decepticon, before being hit from behind. Knockout. Wheeljack scrambled to his pecs, frantically searching for any trace of the woman or the Decepticons. But there was nothing out in the darkness except himself. He yelled out for Kerri, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer. She was with Knockout on the Nemesis. He had failed, and now she was gone.

"Dammit!", he swore as he transformed and raced back to Autobot headquarters.

Knockout took a few hesitant steps into the Harbinger, surveying the interior of the ship as he walked.

"Hmmm, Starscream wasn't lying. It could definitely use some touching up. And a good cleaning. But it will serve us for the time being."

He made his way to the front of the ship. Everything seemed to be intact, and there was power. At least enough to run the bare minimum of systems. But Knockout didn't need much to get by. Lights, and heat for the woman. There would be other necessities, the obvious being energon for him and human sustenance for Kerri. But that would all come later. Right now, he was only interested in one thing.

"How about we find the sleeping quarters, my dear?", he purred. "You don't how much I've missed you."

Kerri looked around as Knockout carried her through the Harbinger. It was pretty similar to the Nemesis, at least the parts of it that she had seen. It was a mess, but she remembered how meticulously clean Knockout was. He would have the ship spotless in no time. But the doctor couldn't care less about that right now. He stood in front off a door that silently slid open for him.

"Ah, just what I've been looking for!" Knockout strolled into the room and sat Kerri on the berth before assuming his miniaturized robot form. Kerri sat motionless as Knockout used his servo to turn her face to his, lowering his mouth to her forehead. He gave her a gentle kiss before making his way to her eyes, cheeks, and then mouth. He kissed her lips softly, before using his glossa to part them. Kerri didn't resist as he explored her mouth, hungrily seeking more of her. He wrapped his glossa around her tongue while simultaneously taking her arms in his servos and wrapping them around his shoulders.

"Touch me, Kerri," he said longingly between kisses. "I need to feel you. I want you to want me."

Kerri did as she was instructed. She knew that if Knockout got angry, he was going to hurt her. And she had also promised to do whatever he wanted in order to keep her friends safe. She put her arms around him, stroking his helm as the kiss deepened. 'Pretend he's Ultra Magnus,' she thought to herself. 'You can do this. For them.'

Knockout broke the kiss before standing up on the berth, pulling Kerri up with him.

"Remove your clothing for me," he said in a low lustful voice,"I want to see all of you."

Kerri obliged, beginning with shoes, jeans, then shirt, stopping when she stood before Knockout in bra and panties.

"All of it." Knockout stood motionless, optics focused on the woman. Seconds later, Kerri stood nude before him. She felt humiliated, and shivered before his lust-filled stare. Knockout walked to her and enveloped her body in his.

"You are so very beautiful, my sweet spark. Don't be ashamed. Of all the humans on this planet, I chose you. That's makes you very special."

He bent to kiss her again, servos roaming freely over her body, and her body was beginning to respond to his touch. His frame radiated heat that warmed her nude body. His touches were gentle, not rough and forceful like first time. 'You're not doing anything wrong,' she reminded herself. ' And you can't do anything to stop him. Just accept it.'

Knockout pulled Kerri down onto the berth, where he laid on top of her and continued his kisses. He nipped at her neck, servos roaming to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. "Primus, how I've needed this," moaned Knockout as his servo worked it's way between her legs while planting kisses on the woman's neck and chest. Kerri, for her part, kept her eyes closed, attempting to disconnect herself from what was happening. She needed to get through it. She stiffened as she heard the familiar click of his interface panel opening, followed by the touch of something hard pressing at her opening. Knockout slowly eased his large spike inside until he was fully hilted. He didn't move on top of her for several moments, instead giving her time to adjust. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes while he started to move.

"Mmmmm, you're still tight. I guess Ultra Magnus isn't a big bot where it matters, eh?", he smirked.

"You don't hold a candle to Magnus," Kerri challenged, looking Knockout straight in the optics. His taunt snapped her out of her daze, and she was pissed.

"You can do whatever you want to me, but I love Magnus, and you'll never change that. And believe me," she smiled. " And he certainly didn't have to force me. I was more than willing. Magnus is more of a bot than you will ever be."

"Grrrr, shut up!" Knockout hissed as he began pounding into her harder. "You said that you wouldn't resist-"

"I'm not resisting. But I'm never going to love you," Kerri growled through clenched teeth as she braced herself against Knockout's relentless assault.

"You're wrong, Kerri. You will love me. Soon, I will be all you think, see, and feel. I own you. I've tried to be gentle and compassionate. I forgot that you don't appreciate those gestures."

Knockout sank his claws into the soft flesh of Kerri's hips and buried his face in her neck, biting and scraping her delicate skin. He forced her legs farther apart, resting more of his weight on top of the struggling woman.

"Knockout, stop it! You're crushing me!" She cried out. Her hands were on his chassis, attempting to push him off of her, but achieving nothing. Her resistance excited him as he rutted angrily on top of the woman.

"Yes, this is the Kerri that I want. Fight me. Resist. It excites me. I thought I wanted you to be compliant. But I get to finish breaking you, and that will be so much more fun. Soon, you'll forget all about Ultra Magnus and just be my whore."

"Fuck you, Knockout!", Kerri screamed as she fought against the brutal rape. Her body was at its breaking point, but damn if she was going to let him win.

Knockout snaked a servo up and grabbed a handful of the woman's hair. He was teetering on the edge of his climax and he knew the words that would send him over the edge. He pulled her face to his and forced his glossa into her mouth as his spike slammed into Kerri again and again.

"You are my whore. Say it." When Kerri didn't respond, he yanked her hair harder while digging his other servo into her skin, drawing blood. Kerri cried out in pain, and Knockout dug deeper.

"Say it!"

"I'm…your whore!" she screamed out, and with a final thrust, Knockout overloaded inside the crying woman. He rolled off of her and lay on the berth, letting his fans do their job. Kerri laid still beside him, sobbing in pain. Knockout ignored her sobs for several minutes, before pulling himself up to his elbows and leaning over her.

"We've made quite a mess, my dear," Knockout purred. "And you are looking a little worse for wear. Fortunately for you, I'm a doctor. Your wounds are superficial, although I fear you will be bruised and sore for quite a while. But so worth it, wouldn't you say?"

Knockout gave Kerri a kiss on the forehead before returning to his normal size and climbing from the bunk.

"Time for me to explore the place, my dear. You rest for now. We'll find sustenance for you after you awaken." He headed for the door before turning back to look at her.

"You're locked in. Do us both a favor and don't try to escape. Sleep well, my love."

Wheeljack roared back through the tunnel of Autobot headquarters and almost ran smack into Bulkhead. The large green bot barely managed to jump out of the way before Wheeljack screeched to a halt and transformed.

"Whoa, whoa, Jackie, what's chasing your tailpipe?" he asked his friend.

"I screwed up, Bulk. Royally."

Ratchet, standing nearby, overheard their conversation and walked over to join it.

"Screwed up what? And how?"

Wheeljack lowered his head and looked away.

"Knockout has Kerri."