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'Friendly' Persuasion	By : LadyStarscream Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, I'm just borrowing the charas long enough to write them! Also, I am not making any profit from these. It's just for fun . Also, many many thanks to LStarrunner who wrote a lot of the content in the later c

Chapter List
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Category: Slash
Rating: R
Warnings: Explicit, Violent, Non-Con, Bondage/Capture, Torture, Cross-Faction, Plug ‘N Play
Pairings: Prowl/Soundwave, with Megatron watching. Prowl/Megatron and ProwlxJazz (PJ) in later chapters.
You have been warned! don't like, don't read!

It had started out as a normal day, like most others. Prowl had been traveling down the highway, in response to the report of an accident a few miles away from where he was. He pulled up, noticing something was wrong as soon as his feet touched the pavement. Why were there no police or emergency crews on the scene? The call had come from the state highway patrol dispatcher. So why was he the first one here? He listened. Not even a siren. And where was the semi that had reportedly been in the accident?
The car looked like it had been abandoned, and was laying haphazardly in the grass a few feet away, rammed from the back end so hard it had crumpled the instant it was rammed against the tree. It looked like it had been hit repeatedly. He studied the pavement. No gasoline, no human fluids that his sensors could register. Something was wrong... very wrong. The possibility struck him, but reality asserted itself all-to-quickly when Motormaster came crashing through the trees, the other Stunticons right behind him. Prowl backed up and pulled out his gun. "Prowl to base, it was an ambush!" he fired off two shots, which ricocheted harmlessly off the Stunticon leader's forcefield.
The words had barely left his vocalizer when Motormaster's huge black fist collided with his face, and he was sent sprawling, his gun clattering a few feet away. He scrambled to get to it, but the group moved faster than he did. "Oh no you don't!" and Motormaster grabbed him by the doorwings.....
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Megatron studied the shuddering form huddled in a corner where he'd been thrown. His hands were still shackled behind him, his windows had been shattered, and multiple dents and gashes marred his chassis where the Stunticons had "Had fun with him". One optic lens was cracked, and his chevron bent and twisted. His shoulders threw sparks every now and then where his sensitive doorwings had been ripped off. Megatron smirked at Motormaster's work, fondly remembering the sound of the tactician's scream in his audios.
But still, Prowl looked up at the silver Decepticon leader with defiance in his optics. Megatron simply smirked back. He knew it wouldn't be much longer until the Autobot gave him what he wanted. His energy levels were getting dangerously low, and pretty soon he would have no will left to fight. Megatron chuckled lowly, imagining the Autobot pleading for death at his hands. He brought his thought back to the present. "First things first." He reminded himself.
"How long until we get the information we need?" he turned to Soundwave, who was standing quietly next to him.
"Approximate time to pain threshold, four hours, thirteen minutes." the cassette player droned.
"Excellent." Megatron beamed, optics flashing bright crimson. "I have all the time in the world." He leaned against a wall to watch. "Proceed."
Prowl glared vehemently. "I will never tell you anything that can ever be used against the Autobots." he rasped, determination clear in his somewhat scratchy voice. "Motormaster and the others must have damaged my vocalizer." he thought, biting back a cough. He could 'feel' the dents in his neck plating. Desperation wormed it's way to the surface, but was quickly shoved back down.
He just wished his emergency beacon was working. Too bad they had made sure to disconnect it. Right after ripping out his radio. He cursed inwardly, and tried to think logically, not letting fear get the better of him.
"We shall see." Megatron said smugly. Soundwave turned off the forcefield and started towards him....
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An hour or so later, Megatron was starting to lose patience. Even the screams and incoherent responses had been the same. And Soundwave had tried to enter Prowl's mind, finding more formidable barriers than he had thought he would.
"Well!?" Megatron snapped when Soundwave stood up. Prowl's look of pain dissipated into the same defiant look as before. Even though it wasn't as strong as it was before. "Subject has stronger mental barriers than anticipated." Soundwave toned.
Megatron balled his fists, trying to keep his temper in check. "Is there another way?" he grated. "affirmative. Direct computer interfacing." Soundwave replied. Megatron's look of surprise matched the one on Prowl's face. Then, in opposite of the Autobot's horrified expression, Megatron looked absolutely gleeful.
"reaaallyy." Megatron said thoughtfully. He glanced at the black and white, and the Datsun's expression instantly went back to defiance. A wicked grin spread across the silver Decepticon leader's face. "Do it." he folded his arms, and watched the Autobot's face turn to fear when Soundwave approached him.
Prowl dizzily tried to get his feet under him, but only succeeded in scooting back into the corner further, whimpering where the bare metal and circuits where his doorwings had once been scraped the wall. He got one foot under him, and started to get up, but exhaustion and dizziness struck, sending him to the floor.
Soundwave bent down and uprighted him. "No! Don't!" Prowl struggled in the cassette-host's grip, trying to free himself from the physical assault.
"Do not resist me, Auto-bot." Soundwave toned, voice emotionless. Prowl gasped and struggled more as two fingertips traced his midsection, searching for the sliding access panel there. Soundwave's thick black fingers scrabbled for purchase at the edges of the cover plate, trying to pry it open.
"Open the panel." the Decepticon commanded.
Prowl mustered all his strength, narrowing his bright blue optics into slits.
"No." and kicked at his captor.
Soundwave backhanded him, knocking him over, and another shower of sparks sprayed from his already over abused doorwing-stubs, and a stab of electricity assaulted his sensors. Soundwave brought out two small squares, about the size of hypno-chips, from a subspace pocket. Prowl eyed the two tiny, flat, squares."What are those... what are you.. going to.." he dared look at Megatron. Who was obviously enjoying this, from the smirk he was wearing.
Prowl tried to scoot away, but Soundwave simply maneuvered so he was straddling the black and white's legs. He ignored the squirming mech under him, and held one of the chips between two fingers leaning over. Prowl gasped when the cassette-host's fingers wormed their way into the space between his lower body and upper leg armor. The cassette player carefully pushed the narrow chip in-between the wires of the tactician's upper leg, and the Autobot tried to rock back and forth hoping to throw the heavy Decepticon off. Soundwave simply pushed his fingers in harder, forcing the wiring apart. Prowl barely bit back a whimper, hoping the Autobots would find him soon.
Once the chip was in place, Soundwave carefully repeated on the other leg. Prowl tried to ignore the pain racing across his back and tried to kick at the blue and gray Decepticon. "Stay still." Soundwave droned. Prowl set his jaw and tried to jerk to one side. Blue sparks jumped across the flooring, and droplets of energon filled the scrape-marks on the already-stained tiles. He tried to ignore the cold fingers and burning pain of the tiny wires being forced apart and, probably some of them ripped in half in the process.
Soundwave relented, and Prowl tried to kick at him.
He found he couldn't move his legs.
Another wave of fear surfaced, and he forced himself to quell it.
Megatron seemed perfectly happy to explain.
"Neuro-inhibitor chips. They'll keep you from kicking Soundwave again." Megatron stated. "One of Bombshell's more... creative inventions. They block electrical impulses around anything they touch." he explained amusedly.
Soundwave grabbed Prowl and dragged him back over to the corner so he was sitting upright. The Autobot knew this was it. There was no escape now. Even if his hands weren't still shackled behind him, he wouldn't be able to run. His only hope now was if his friends could find him before Megaton decided to turn him into so much scrap metal. He looked away, refusing to meet the stare of either Decepticon.
He was outwardly defiant, but inwardly, he was shaking with fear, even with his logic circuits trying to keep the myriad of emotions at bay.
"Probable odds of being rescued..." he thought, calculating the situation. At least it was helping somewhat to distract him from what he already knew was next.
"Next to none."
"Odds they will get the Ark's security codes.."
He hated say it, or think it, rather.
"Ninety eight percent."
He forced back another stab of pain. He was already shivering at the loss of energy, and knew he was leaking energon and coolant where a couple of pieces of his armor had been completely ripped off. He wondered idly if he could just... delete the files.. His thought started to wander and he brought himself back to the present, knowing it would be his end if he let himself drift off to recharge now.
"But what how to get past his memory storage bank's firewalls without Soundwave finding out?" he asked himself. If he ever *does* find a way to uplink". Prowl added to his thoughts smugly. "There's only one other way to get that panel open and...."
"oh scrap."
he brought his thoughts back to as clear as he could get them, and tried to re-think in a way the semi-psychic Decepticon wouldn't pick up on..
"Probability of Soundwave detecting and preventing deletion." he thought.
"57.993 percent." His battle computer sounded for him, inside his head.
Soundwave looked straight at him.
So he *had* heard it.
Prowl cursed inwardly. He winced as Soundwave's fingers dug into the tiny space at the edge of the still-sealed interface cover-plate. His fingers slipped, pressing a little too hard into a sensitive spot on the edging. Prowl whimpered softly and tried to move away. Soundwave shoved him back.
"Open the cover plate." he intoned.
Prowl didn't answer. He was too tired... he had to save what little energy he had for deleting those files, even if it meant possibly damaging or deleting part of his other memories. He looked past Soundwave, concentrating on the far wall. And getting past the first set of access codes to the data storage protocalls.
Soundwave knew there was one other way to get the panel open, and access the well-protected interface cords. If not by Prowl willingly unlatching the plate, then by physical stimulus.. Soundwave grabbed the already-loosened bumper and pulled, wrenching it free. Prowl tried to ignore the sharp pain, trying to reach the memory circuits before Soundwave could force his way inside his processor.
He couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his vocalizer when Soundwave wiggled his fingers into the space between armor plates where Prowl's bumper had been. "Do not resist me, Autobot. It will only cause you pain." Soundwave said in a low voice, gently stroking the wires and delicate sensors near the surface.
Prowl whimpered and tried harder to concentrate around the thrills of electricity being sent across his chestplate. The tiny surges of electricity crackled along his sensory circuitry, livening every one with pleasure and pain. Soundwave moved his left hand to gently trace the sensitive seams along Prowl's left side, and brought them forward to trace the outline of the coverplate. Prowl shivered involuntarily, and willed himself to ignore it.
The blue Decepticon's fingers that were inside him moved right slightly, fingertips brushing a small circuit board, making a temporary circuit link, and eliciting a low, almost unheard whimper/moan. Prowl mentally cursed, and tried to relocate where he had left off in his endeavor to delete the information files.
Although, Soundwave was making quite a distraction.
The fingers moved lower, more inside, and Prowl shuddered at the sensation. Pain wrapped itself around his back and arms, and pleasure streaked across his frame from the front.
Soundwave pressed his fingertips into a particularly delicate spot, and Prowl yelped out loud, and shivered, forcing the sensation away. But it redoubled itself, and Soundwave's other hand gently traced the circuit wires near the surface, and his right hand slid even deeper, angling downward, carefully parting wires, sending another wave of pleasure/pain through the black and white Datsun.
"I will not vocalize. I will not let them think they are getting a reaction." Prowl willed himself.
Soundwave grasped a thick wire inside him and gently squeezed. Prowl shut off his optics, biting back another cry.
Soundwave leaned in, so their faces were mere inches apart. "It is futile to resist me." the Decepticon practically purred into his audio. He found another wire and twisted, pressing it against an open circuit.
Prowl moaned and arched his back, trying to struggle free, but only succeeding in making the wires being held in place move back and forth, creating more sparks, and another, stronger, wave of pleasure.
"No.. I have to.." he panted, not even realizing he had spoken out loud."Try to resist." was the thought ending to that.
"You cannot resist me." Soundwave countered.
"If only I could... find the... place...I was... " Prowl shivered uncontrollably, searching desperately for the memory files. Soundwave's fingers slid into his grill, pressing into the sensors on either side.
He reached the subfolder.. now if he could only...
"Aauugh!" Soundwave ripped the front grill from it's housing, eliciting a surprised cry of pain and another shiver of pleasure at the same time from his prisoner. His darkly-colored hand shot into Prowl's exposed chest circuitry, forcing bundles of wire apart, and Prowl gasped, no longer able to hold the sensations at bay.
He whimpered softly, knowing it was already too late to do anything to save himself. He just hoped he could delete the files they were looking for before Soundwave could force his body to respond to his unwanted caresses. The hand in the lower part of him wiggled further still, and the one above it, inside where his front grill had been, maneuvered under his external plating to a power conduit cable. The hand wrapped around it, squeezing gently, and pressing into a circuit to the side at the same time. Prowl moaned aloud at the thrill of electricity sent up and down his helpless form.
"What are you-ooohhhh!" he squirmed as his body reacted to the touches in ways he really didn't want it to.
Inside, his mind was screaming "Stop! Stop it please!" But he would never give them the satisfaction of hearing him cry out like that.
He would never beg for mercy.
"Resistance is useless." Soundwave nearly whispered.
Prowl could feel the Decepticon's power field pulse and beat against his own, it's strangely harmonic feeling sending vibrations through his very structure. Soundwave must have found a way to concentrate and channel that, because his fingertips quivered inside Prowl, making him whimper again, nearly at the end of his resistance.
"You'll... never find.. what you're.. looking...for." Prowl whispered hoarsely. He had reached the memory file all he had to do now was confirm the delete command. And his comrades would be safe.
"You might as.. well... give up..." Prowl didn't hold back the cough that ended that sentence. Soundwave grabbed the power conduit cable and twisted. Prowl shrieked and writhed at the sharp pain, shaking harder. Soundwave kept exploring, forcing himself into the black and white Autobot's body further; To see what other sensitive points there were he could use to his advantage.
The hand in is midsection slid lower and touched a thick cable. Prowl froze, instantly tensing. Soundwave had found the internal interface connection. Even thought the very tips of his fingers were barely brushing it, he could feel the slow vibrations of the cassetticon's aura flaring out to gently touch it.
He held back another semi-coherent cry, only letting out a small squeak, and tried to regain his composure.
But Soundwave had other plans. He moved closer so his energy field was pressing against Prowl's, clashing with it, threatening to take him over. His fingers slowly, ever-so-painfully slowly, slid downward, around the internal interface-connection cable, brushing circuits and other components on the way, sending more barely-resistible waves of energy through Prowl. Finally, Soundwave's fingers closed around the thick cable, gently squeezing, then massaging it. Prowl gasped and arched his back, involuntarily pressing up against the Decepticon, losing what little resistance he had left.
He off-lined his optics, no longer wanting to see anything anymore, especially the faces of his captors torturing him in this way. The cover plate on his midsection slid aside, and Soundwave's hand left his chest circuits to trace the edge of the interface port. Prowl jerked, and the hand on the inside of the cable tightened, sending a strong surge of pleasure washing over his entire body.
Prowl gathered his senses, and engaged the final protocall to delete the security codes from his memory.
"Delete information? Y/N" his internal computer sounded.
The two fingers that were tracing the input jack on his torso relented, giving Prowl barely enough time to enter "yes" and mentally hit the enter key.
He didn't even look when he felt the fingers come back, and the Soundwave's energy field flared, pounding against Prowl's.
"You're... to.. late." he gasped.
Soundwave ran his fingers along the internal cable, and Prowl's own energy field flashed before dimming down again.
Soundwave lined up the jack, and squeezed the cable.
Prowl cried out, and Soundwave shoved the plug home, connecting with a 'click'.
Prowl thought he saw stars form behind his off-lined optics. Soundwave's aura of energy engulfed him all at once, and the hum seemed to surround and vibrate through him at the same time. Soundwave prodded at his mind to let him in. Prowl tried to put up another wall. Soundwave made a disappointed sound mentally and tried to go around it.
Another wall.
Soundwave squeezed the wire gently, making Prowl yelp, then let go of the wire. His searching fingers found an auxiliary power cable and stroked it gently, sending tiny sparks in every direction. Soundwave's other hand went back to running over the exposed circuitry around the interfacing panel, pressing, teasing.
Soundwave finally moved two fingers between a pair of sensitive circuits just under Prowl's interface, and the ones inside him wiggled between two main wires, sending electricity arcing from the backup power conduit along his main line. The fingers on the Autobot's abdomen pressed inward, touching two terminals, and Soundwave felt the fresh energy surge through his system, transferred from his prisoner.
Prowl was frozen in place at sudden spike in energy levels. He made a choking sound, trying not to cry out, but ended up whimpering loudly anyway. Soundwave slipped past his defenses, and entered his mind.
The fingers playing with Prowl's circuitry around the interface trembled slightly, heightening the sensation. Every sensor was alive and crackling with energy and sensations, and finally, the hand in-between the power conduit and circuitry inside jerked, sending another arc of electricity.
"oooh... ohhh." Prowl made no attempt to restrain his moan.
He gasped, And he fingertips inside him twitched, sending the black and white Datsun into sensory overload.
Prowl cried out, and Soundwave sent out a reverberating tone, too low for normal ears to hear, more than the vibration of it.
Soundwave forced his mind further into the Autobot's. Prowl convulsed, his entire frame engulfed in pleasure, and Soundwave purposely sent another bolt of energy across their link.
It was too much, and Prowl cried out, whimpering, and shaking uncontrollably.
Soundwave calmly waited for a minute, until Prowl was only still trembling slightly, and the cassette player looked down at him, unforgiving and without mercy.
He could 'feel' Prowl's fear, and his hand squeezed tighter around the power cable.
Prowl gasped for cooling air, against the pleasure of overcharge, and rising pain of the sensitive wire being squeezed and twisted, but Soundwave simply inserted his other hand, wrapping it around another set of wires.
He sent another power surge across the link cable, and at the same time twisted both sets of wires.
Prowl screamed in agony, and everything went blank.
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