Autobots From the Skies

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cynder's Pov-

I was on my knees helm down waiting for Megatron to come see me. Arcet holding his blasted gun to my metal helm with a smug look. My wrist were bounded together with some kind of cuff like mechanisms. It hurt truthfully. A scowl crossed me face plate as Arcet lowered his gun as an order.That scowl being replaced with an emotionless face.

Megatron stood before me, the smaller one, with pure lust in his optics. We may have been friends once, but now he had me for himself. In a way, a personal slave. Knockout was going to bring something in that would help the cause of me possibly attacking the lord when he wished to...How to put it. 'Play' with me, the slave, in any way he wanted to. The medic eventually came in, needle in his hand, an emotionless gaze at the now restrained me before him.

There was pure greed and lust in the leader's eyes. Knockout had pushed my head to expose my neck, in which Arcet made sure I had to stay still, but it didn't last long before I began to thrash yelling at whatever pleases. Not like it would stop them though. Megatron only grew angry at me placing a hand on my protected chest plate, and a side of my neck, instead of lust, there was anger in his glare.

Cynder*Buzzing*-"No! No I won't let you do this! Optimus will find me and you will all be scrap metal you hear me? There is no way by the Allspark you'll get away with this all!"

It was to late. Knockout already had injected the fluid into my neck, and my body had begun to relax some despite my fighting. I was becoming something I did not want to be. A slave that couldn't fight back.

No One's Pov~

(Warning. There will be sexual contact from here on. If you do not wish to read it then at your pleasure skip onto the next chapter. You have been given a fair warning. ~Randomgirl)

Megatron had sent his helpers on their way, and carried the numb Cynder back to his berthroom. He had a wicked grin as he laid her down on the berth. Only then did she know what he was planning on doing. Settling ontop of the blue and black femme he began to slide his figures along her chest plate. Her mind rushed, because there was nothing she could do to stop it.

He began to take the armor off of her as she attempted to turn her body to the side so he couldn't. It didn't work, he had her where he wanted her to be. Lowering his face to hers he began to kiss her roughly, there was no mercy, he then bit at her lip demanding entrance to her mouth. Not giving it to him, Megatron grasped at her exposed breast causing her to give out a silent shreak as he plunged his glossa against hers.

Fighting for dominance he instantly won, after her struggle to push him away. The 'medicine' finally kicked in fully as she soon enough laid there for a few moments then fought back for dominance furiously. Fumbling at her interfacing plate he managed to open it in success. Now he had to struggle with his own. It wasn't that he was enjoying this, no. He was doing this for the decepticons race, and for the lust he had towards her all those years.

After what seemed forever he won in their little battle of kissing, and in settling on opening his interfacing plate with sheer happiness. He place a finger at her intrance plunging it into her as she arched her back with slight pain from the suddenness of it. There was no time to waste in this matter. Taking his figure out he had set his spike at her entrance, waiting a little bit looking at the fear, and pain in the femmes eyes. She had gained control over the crap Knockout put in her for a slight moment.

Megatron-"I plan on making this painful for you."

Cynder*Buzzing*-"No please. Megatron don't, please stop! I don't want this!"

Megatron-"Who said this is about what you want? And it's Lord Megatron from now on."

With that he plunged his friend inside of her with sheer anger and hatred. Cynder chose Optimus over him. Why was that? The mech didn't know. He began to thrust slowly then soon enough faster. His override no where near yet. She screamed in agony disapproving of it all as she held back her own tears not wanting him to see her cry. There was no way she would let him win in the end, despite his uperhand right now.

The warlord's hand grasped at her exposed breast once more as he continued to thrust, and kissing her to hold her screams back. Override nearing now, but he did not want to stop at that point. No, he was having much fun watching her pain, knowing she felt the pain like he did so long ago. Every wire in his body didn't explain why he let Arcet have her with his little group, but it didn't matter. Grasping at her once last time, he push away from her, tearing his lips from her own.

He placed his own plate back on, throwing her's at the femme who was shielding her body now. It didn't matter, he had seen and enjoyed every moment of it. Cynder though did not. She cautiously put them back in before Megatron had Arcet take her to her cell. This would be fun for him, not so much her.

~With Arcet~

Arcet-"Sounds like the two of you had fun. I would of liked to join, but you belong to Megatron."

Cynder*Buzzing*-"I would of torn you two apart by now if this scrap wouldn't have been injected into me."

Arcet-"I see, snappy as ever, even when your vocolizers are messed up. Would of thought they would be fixed by now."

He opened the cell door throwing her in with a pure smirk walking closer to her. The silver and purple mech pressed his lips to hers pulling away to leave her to cry alone in the shadows.