Okay, I know the first chapter was short but I wanted it different to start than my previous stories. Hang in there it will get longer, I promise. Please take a minute to review because I live to read them and please don't be too cruel. I write as I am inspired so I hope that my readers enjoy but it helps to hear from you so that I keep writing. Enjoy!
Arcee's helm was splitting and that was saying it nicely. She groaned as feeling slowly seeped back into her sluggish body when she realized that she was being dragged somewhere. She suspected that she was on the Nemeses since MECH's style had always been to bind them to a moving transport. She slowing unshuttered her optics to carefully glance to her left and then right to confirm that her captors were indeed Decepticons and not the strange evil humans that meticulously tried to imitate their technology.
"Good, I see that you are awake. It won't please Lord Megatron to talk to an unconscious bot and I relish the plates of your face when he orders your deactivation." Knockout gloated as he continued to walk behind the vehicons while they dragged her along the corridor to the command center. Arcee struggled to get on her feet but the cons were walking too fast and her motor relay system was still sluggish. It would be too soon before she would be presented to Megatron and she shivered before she could get control of herself.
They led her through the opening door as Arcee saw the massive grey tyrant turn to regard them. Soundwave stopped typing on the console to their left and Arcee took in every detail of the monitors to see if it would help her in escape.
"Well I see that you are not entirely useless." Megatron strode closer as the vehicons forces Arcee to her knees. "Soundwave informed me that you had taken a ground bridge out. I trust that your joy riding held some merit since you brought me a present." The tyrant looked down to observe the feisty femme as she glared back defiantly. Her wrists chafed against the stasis cuffs as the vehicons held her immobile on her knees. Megatron stepped closer and Arcee tried to leap after him, fear guiding her steps, hoping that he would extinguish her life force before torturing her; but to her dismay her guards kept her still, pulling against her until pain laced through her right arm and she was forced back to the position that they wanted her in. "It is no use, my dear; I am very delighted to have you here." Megatron turned suddenly. "Knockout,"
"Yes my lord?" Knockout loutishly kneeled bowing his helm to his master and Arcee growled softly so that only he could hear. Other than a smirk she received nothing for her effort.
"You left without approval of your actions with Soundwave. I will not condone the vagrant disregard of any violation of my rules but since you have returned with an Autobot prisoner I will overlook your transgression." Megatron looked his medic directly and then stated, "Execute her. I have no use for her." Megatron then turned back to the command monitor as the vehicons pulled Arcee by her arms up to turn her and then lead her to the brig to await execution.
Soundwave stepped toward Megatron and silently kneeled surprising the warlord.
"Soundwave?" Soundwave looked up and silently flashed a message across his visor that no one else could see except Megatron. Arcee watched fearfully as Megatron's optics brightened in thought as he turned back to face her once again. "Are you sure Soundwave?" Megatron said aloud, his claws coming to stroke the front plate of his chin as he pondered the silent communications officer and third in command. Arcee felt air hitch in her intakes as both giant silent mechs turned back to her with a predatory look, Megatron's being almost gleeful in his sinister optics. Arcee couldn't stop the sudden obvious shiver that trickled down her back struts as Megatron glared evilly at her, his brow plate creasing as he listened to the silent communication that Soundwave passed to him.
"Knockout!" Everyone jumped at the tyrant's sudden barking voice. Knockout once again bowed to his master in respect. "Take her to medical. Strip her of her weapons, armor, and remove her T-cog. Soundwave will retrieve her. If she should try to resist, collar her, but only as a last resort. Soundwave does not want her to be enslaved, not yet."
"No!" Arcee snarled at the menacing grey mech. She struggled against her captors but was no match. As she was forced to turn back and retrace her steps against her will she heard Megatron softly state to Soundwave, "I trust that if this does not work then you will terminate her."
"Affirmative," was the silent blue mech's only response.
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Arcee struggled against the guards but between the stasis cuffs and Knockout making sure that she was completely surrounded by vehicons there was no way she was going to be able to escape. Without the freedom of her wrists she could not access her weapons and her communications link had already been disabled. Even with it she could not penetrate the force field around the Nemeses so she stayed quiet listening for a chance that would assist her in escaping.
Megatron's command scared her but Arcee didn't allow it to show as she glared at the back of the vehicon that was walking in front of her. There was no point in noticing the soft lit corridors conserving on energon or the shadowy doors that were strategically placed her and there on either side of the hall. Arcee kept her helm held high and refused to allow any of her captors to gloat over her form. She was surprised that the notorious deceitful second in command hadn't made an appearance yet but then if he should he might bring enough distraction to give her the chance to escape.
Once again it was too soon and they were standing outside the doors of the infirmary as Knockout ushered them inside. "Put her over there and enable the magnetic straps to secure her." Knockout sauntered over to his work table and began to assemble the tools that he needed for the job to be performed. "It is a shame that Lord Megatron didn't let his first order stand, but it will be interesting to see what Soundwave wants with you."
"You could always let me go." Arcee said sarcastically knowing full well that that would never happen.
"Wishful thinking my dear, but it's not going to happen." Knockout said humming gleefully. The vehicons strapped her down and energized magnetic hold to keep her still on the medical berth as Knockout turned back to walk towards her. "Don't worry, this won't hurt… much."
Arcee could feel her motor relay over working to try and get away but she couldn't move. "Knockout…" she started to say but quickly closed her vocals. She wasn't about to stoop so low and beg knowing quite well that her pleas would fall on deaf audials. Knockout came forward with a drill and Arcee winced as he began unscrewing the plates that were attached and connected to the outer shell of her protoform. The drill was hot and uncomfortable but Arcee knew that it wouldn't be long before the sadistic medic would be closer to her softer malleable form that the armor protected and she tensed as the pressure went from irritating to a slight burning.
Piece by piece Knockout took great pleasure at ripping away the Autobot's blue armor until soon he was widening the stirrups that held her legs apart. Arcee squirmed against the restraints but they held tight and soon she felt revulsion as Knockout touched her intimately on her inner right thigh. The suddenness of his movements and the touch broke Arcee's control over her sky rocketing emotions and she cried out against her captor, "Please no!"
"Oh, so now you grace us with a rebuttal but you heard our glorious leader, and I, for one, am not about to displease him." Knockout laughed as he slowly stripped a plate from her inner thigh and Arcee gritted her dentals. She would not cry out again or allow any trace of optic fluid escape should Knockout deign to gloat over her, but as she struggled to defiantly keep quiet, Knockout touched the panel that protected her valve and port and Arcee let out an escaped gasped at the cold sparked medic as he shifted his drill to remove it.
"Desist!" It was heard quietly but with steely determination.
"But Lord Megatron said…" Knockout stammered as he looked up to see Soundwave staring silently at him in protest. "I… I assumed that he wanted all of her armor removed."
"Armor yes, but she is not a pleasure drone. Leave the panel." Soundwave commanded in his monotone drone. It wasn't often the Third in command spoke but he wanted his prize in tack for what he had in store for her and Knockout, though a very competent medic, tended to take his frustrations out on low ranking vehicons and prisoners. It was a shame that Breakdown had been deactivated for had if the medic and the brute had had a chance to bond, then maybe Knockout wouldn't have been so bitter and angry at losing his lover. Even Megatron gifting him with the abomination had not resolved his anger, though did tremendously assist in focusing the medic's anger instead of allowing it to take control of him and Knockout doing something dire that he would later regret.
Arcee looked from Knockout, relief evident in the plates of her face, to the cold, calculating plates of Soundwave and shivered. With her outer armor removed she had no protection from his silent frosty gaze and Arcee briefly wondered what he thought and why he had spared her from termination. It couldn't be good; nothing that a decepticon did merited altruistic intentions.
"Weapons removed?" Soundwave inquired breaking Arcee out of her stupor.
"Yes, I did that along with her chest and arm armor." Knockout stopped talking before Arcee felt sudden pressure along her leg plates before it stopped and then a clink as more armor fell to the floor. "There, that is the last of her armor and weapons. Now I will need to put her under to remove her transformation cog."
"No, please not my t-cog." Arcee moaned. This was a bad dream and wasn't happening. No, she would wake up and realize that she was at Autobot base and Bulkhead would stumble into a stack of oil barrels or Ratchet would start cursing the land bridge controls.
"Sorry babe, but I have my orders." Knockout took too much glee reminding her of his orders and Arcee cried out as she felt Knockout inject a sedative into the port at the base of her helm. She glanced over, pleading with the communications officer with her optics, but as the drugs took affect there was no reprieve from the onslaught of the energetic medic and the dark stoic mech that stood watching was no better.