Warning: Mentions of noncon. Nothing graphic but it's there.
On Cybertron, she would no doubt have been widely admired, all sleek angles and gently sloping lines, a frame that bespoke of a higher caste. Her delicate hands used for delicate work; he imagined she would have been an analyst or instructor, something of that nature. She didn't have the size for the grunt work carried out by the lower castes, nor the rough manner that accompanied such lines of industry. Her rarity as a femme coupled with her status and features made her rather exotic. While he preferred the mech frame-type, he could not deny her beauty. He was all about aesthetics, after all.
The medic stepped back to gauge his work, satisfied when he could not find a trace of the previously inflicted damage. He hummed as he ran his servos over the now smooth plating along his patient's right winglet, tilting it up to ensure he hadn't missed a single spot.
"There now, much better," he mused, knowing better than to expect a response. He'd grown accustomed to the quiet when dealing with their captive as of late, the fire she'd displayed during some of her earlier visits having diminished to a mere flicker. There were few things that riled her anymore. Her time with him was usually quite uneventful at this point. She would be deposited in his care without a word, lay listlessly on the medical berth as he repaired her, hardly responding at all as he mended her frame. It was frightfully dull. He almost missed her insufferable Autobot attitude.
The doors to the med-bay slid open, the telltale clack of stilettoed pedes alerting him to the room's newest occupant. "Commander Starscream, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
The two wheeler stiffened minutely at the mention of his name, Knockout noticed, smirking.
"Merely coming to check on our... guest," she seeker purred, venturing closer to said femme. He glanced along her frame, noting the now gleaming surface of her plating. "Ahh, much better. Excellent work, Doctor."
"But of course. I strive for perfection in all things."
Arcee didn't dare move as she heard the smarmy mech stalk closer, feeling her insides roil as his long, thin talons slid up up her throat cables to grip her faceplate. He moved her helm this way and that, examining her, no doubt.
"You can't even tell. Not a single mark. Though I imagine you remember them all well enough, hmm Autobot?"
Arcee could hear the smile in his voice. She didn't know who she hated more... Starscream... or Megatron, for letting him touch her the way he had. It had been bad enough to endure Megatron's disgusting touch, and then Soundwave... soon he would leave her out for his entire army to enjoy, she was sure.
Starscream though... after what he'd done to Cliff and to Jack and the others, he'd hovered at the top of her hit list for some time. To have his servos - the same servos that had snuffed so many she cared for - dragging against her frame as he moaned in her audio receptors, slim frame grinding between her spread tibulen. The memory made her want to empty her tanks... if only she hadn't already.
He carried on, slinking around her as he taunted, "How does it make you feel, to know that the same claws that skewered you precious partner, the same servos that decimated your human pets, brought you to such height?"
The anger that flickered to life in her spark was short lived, replaced quickly by shame. Her traitorous frame. How could it accept the stimulus from him... from any of them? Those who had harmed her so much, who had killed what she loved most? The mere notion of any of them touching her should have reviled her enough to keep any pleasure at bay, yet she could not refute his claims. Was she deranged?
The seeker noted the change, her reaction far less violent that it would have been before she had come to this place. He could see the gears in her helm turning, see the emotions eating away at her inside. The fight was nearly gone from her. It would seem his master had done his work well. It had been the right call to employ him in her torment.
"Until next time, pretty femme," he cooed down at her prostrate form before turning to leave. His gate was steady, confident as he strode through the fortress. Heat shot through his lines at the recollection of her fervent protests during their interaction, her disgust, first at him for touching her, then at herself for enjoying it. How her frame had struggled against him as he parted her plating and teased her valve, coaxing out her spike as he filled her, all while carving shallow little marks into her chassis, branding her.
Traitor
Slave
Whore
Her loud cries had turned into hoarse whimpers as he drove her over the edge and into overload, her denta chattering as she held back her sobs. What a delightful experience that had been, one he needed to thank Megatron for in earnest.
The enormous mech was not hard to find, his presence looming like a dark omen wherever he went. Approaching, he cleared his vocal processor and expressed, "I must say, my liege, you have done an exceptional job breaking her resolve. Being apart of it was glorious. I look forward to my next opportunity to remind her of her place."
A curved brow ridge made him deflate a little, and he added with a nervous chuckle, "Ah he he, upon your command, of course."
The comment seemed enough to appease Megatron, his heavy gaze moving away from the cowering flyer. He may have willing to give him the opportunity once, but that did not guarantee he would get the luxury a second time. After all, it was merely a single part in his plan to attain the femme's complete obedience. Once that was achieved in full, he doubted he would get to indulge again. His lord was not well known for his willingness to share.
An utterance of his title drew Starscream's attention to a soldier as he approached. "What is it?"
"Commander, regarding your orders to verify our shipments upon arrival into DarkMount. The latest transport has turned up short. Several of the crates were missing a single unit, fourteen in total."
He nodded and dismissed the soldier with a wave of his servo, turning back to his master, knowing he had heard every word. "It would seem you were correct in your suspicions, lord Megatron."
The warlord smirked. "Be sure to set up a welcome party to greet our uninvited guests upon their next attempt."
The slender mech ducked into an acquiescing bow and moved to begin preparations.
"Starscream."
He paused.
"If it's one of them, bring them in alive."
"But of course, my liege."