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Prisoner of Desire	By : bigbadvillian Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prisoner of Desire
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Chapter Elelven
- 12-Chapter Twelve
- 9
- 10
- 11
Chapter Ten

Prowl was still in recharge when Lockdown reentered the bay. He looked so peaceful now, curled up into a tight little ball. Lockdown sighed, surprised at himself for finding the ninja so cute. He decided that he would place Prowl in one of his actual rooms, complete with a berth, lights, a hidden camera and some data pads. He had three of these rooms for any guests he would have over, but for the past thousand years or so, they had simply remained empty.

Lockdown lifted the sleeping ninja in his arms carefully, treating him as though he were a newly sparked infant. He took extra care of Prowl’s head, as though it were delicate and easy to injure. Prowl did not stir once as he was lifted from the cold berth, but the thrum in his chest told Lockdown his spark and systems were properly working.

The room he decided to give to Prowl was a good size. There was only one door and no windows, so if Prowl wanted to see the stars, he was going to have to leave the room. The same went for energon; if he wanted it, he was going to have to come for it. Lockdown wouldn’t let him starve, and he was fully prepared to storm into the room and force Prowl to eat if he had to. In the corner were an old berth and a small desk with data pads on it, though Lockdown had no idea what they were about. The ceiling contained three dim lights that needed to be replaced, a surveillance camera and that was it. Lockdown gently placed the ninja down on the cold berth and left him there with one light on, then locked the door and went to his main computer to activate the camera.

Jazz would be harder to take care of, though. He was one companion too many, but the old hunter knew that if he disposed of Jazz, Prowl would most likely end his own function in response and Lockdown would be left alone. So the dilemma was whether he wanted to keep Jazz in a cell, away from Prowl, or give him a room as well to keep Prowl happy.

It didn’t matter right now. Lockdown was busy rummaging through his supplies for some new lights and a few cubes of energon for his ‘guests’. Prowl was going to be in desperate need of food, while Lockdown was sure Jazz would be fine for another few cycles. Once he found the things he needed, he returned to Prowl’s room, ready to replace the lights and knock the ninja out again if he came to.

Prowl saw still asleep, snoring lightly as his sharp fingers clawed at the berth. Lockdown chuckled, then closed the door, placed three glowing pink energon cubes on the desk and set to fixing the lights. Once done, the room was far more easy to see, and watching the surveillance camera would be much easier to do. Lockdown left one light on, as he’d done before, and prepared to leave when he heard a soft shuffling behind him. Turning his head, he saw Prowl slowly sitting up and holding his head in his hands.

“Ugh…wh-where am I?”

“Hey, princess,” Lockdown laughed, “How ya feelin’?”

“Where am I?” Prowl repeated dully. Lockdown answered,

“I figured since you’re gonna be stayin’ with me for quite some time, I’d give you your very own room. This is where you’ll live. If you need anything, you come to me for it. Food, attention, something to read, you come to me. Got it?”

“I want to go home,” Prowl mumbled childishly, “I don’t like it here.”

“Well too bad, kid,” Lockdown snarled as he dropped to one knee and cupped Prowl’s chin, forcing him to look into his optics, “You belong to me now. Now tell me how you feel.”

“I feel like going home,” Prowl spat back, “And I feel like seeing Jazz. You’ve had your fun, now let us go.” He earned a sharp slap to the face for his disrespectful attitude, but he did not cry out.

“Lockdown, I hate you. You’re an old, disgusting, unlovable pervert.” Another slap, this one even sharper than the last, but still Prowl kept on.

“I will do everything in my power to keep you from touching us or hurting anyone else, fragger.”

The third slap he received was a little too harsh, and he finally cried out. Lockdown squeezed his jaw roughly and whispered,

“Listen to me you useless little runt, I have the control here. I own you now, and every time you step out of line I will punish you for it, you understand? I am your life now, you don’t do anything without me. you don’t eat if I say so, you don’t sleep if I say no, you don’t get attention, you don’t cry, you don’t move if I don’t give you permission. And if you step out of line and being punished isn’t enough, I will beat the living Pit out of your boyfriend, you got that?”

“Leave Jazz out of this.”

“Absolutely not,” Lockdown sneered, “He’s going to be collateral for your actions. He’ll stay perfectly safe and cared for if you obey me, sweetheart. It’s that easy. And if you’re real good, I might let you two see each other every once in a while. Would you like that?”

“…why are you doing this to us?” Prowl whimpered, his anger suddenly flushing away and replaced by the saddest, most genuinely upset little pout Lockdown had ever seen, “Why are you trying to hurt us? What did we do to you?” His voice cracked ever so slightly, and even hard, rough Lockdown could see how much pain he was in. He answered as though he didn’t care, though.

“Prowl, look at me. Do you think anyone would be willing to be around me? I’m a freak, I look like a monster. The only way for me to get love is to pay for it, you understand what I mean? Or are you too young to know what a pleasure model is?”

“I know what they are,” Prowl mumbled, annoyed by the condescending tone in Lockdown’s voice.

“Good,” the hunter continued, “’Cuz I don’t feel like teaching you these things. I don’t get attention the way you and Jazz do, kid. You two are hot little buggers, everyone that looks at you thinks the same thing: ‘I’d fuck that little thing like it was my job’. You know they think that, I know it. Only difference ‘tween me and them is I acted on it.”

“Maybe if you didn’t over-mod yourself you’d be somewhat attractive, and then you’d have the universe flocking to your side,” Prowl growled, “I don’t ask for attention, Lockdown. I hide from the world, and you know it. Don’t make this look like I stole some beauty show award from you, because I didn’t. All I want is to go home, see my friends and spend time with Jazz. That’s it.”

“And I already told you, too bad, kid. The only way you’re getting out of here is when I go off-line, and I still have a couple hundred or thousand stellar cycles left in me. So prepare yourself for a long ride, sweetheart.”

Prowl was officially fed up with Lockdown. He kicked his chained legs out and socked Lockdown right in the jaw. The bounty hunter flew over with a crash and a cry, knocking over the dead lights and a few data pads. Prowl jumped to his feet desperately, hopping to the door in a panic. He wasn’t even close to the exit when Lockdown turned over on the floor and stuck out a leg, tripping the ninja and causing him to fall flat on his face.

Standing up and grabbing Prowl with a roar, Lockdown slammed the little frame back onto the berth and ripped the chains from Prowl’s legs, spreading them out and pushing them back against his chassis. Lockdown harshly slammed his hips against Prowl’s exposed port and yelled,

“Do you know how deep I can go into you like this? Huh? Do ya?! Do you know how much pain I can put you in, Prowl!? Because I will! I will penetrate you so hard and so deep that you won’t be able to walk for a week! You want that, bitch? YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT TO YOU!?”

Prowl stared with huge, shocked optics, unable to answer at the screaming face above him. Lockdown’s hip grinded against him harder, earning a yelp from the smaller mech. The only other response Prowl was able to give was finally tearing up and allowing himself to sob in the hunter’s presence. Lockdown pushed a little harder and growled,

“That’s what I thought. THIS is your home now, I’M your master, and JAZZ is SAFE as long as you comply with me, you got that, Prowl? You are mine now, and I will punish you severely for any disobedience on your part! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

Prowl nodded weakly, tears streaming from his optics. Lockdown glared down at him threateningly, then eased off the little ‘bot and replaced the chains.

“I’m going to assume you’re hungry. Am I right?” Prowl didn’t answer right away; he was trying to get over the shock of Lockdown’s attack. The hunter, getting aggravated with the stubborn ninja, repeated himself,

“ARE YOU HUNGRY, YES OR NO?” Prowl flinched, then nodded ever so slightly.

“USE YOUR WORDS,” Lockdown sneered condescendingly.

“I…I’m a little hungry,” Prowl whispered meekly, afraid that his voice would set the evil mech off again.

“Good,” Lockdown replied, “Sit up.” He took a full cube of energon and sat down beside Prowl, who shuddered as the hunter’s leg brushed against his own. Lockdown placed one arm around Prowl’s shoulders, as though the ninja was old and weak.

“Open your mouth,” Lockdown ordered, smiling wickedly when Prowl obeyed. He carefully tipped the cube over the ninja’s lips and poured a quarter of the drink in, then repeated the process until Prowl had eaten the entire thing. Lockdown took a second cube and they did it again, and again, until all three energon cubes had been emptied. Lockdown gave the ninja a pat on the back for being so obedient, then gathered up the empty cubes and got up to leave.

“Remember our talk, sweetheart,” he said before closing the door, “Because Jazz’s function is on the line if you don’t behave. Get some more rest now, darling. Tomorrow’s gonna be a fun, busy day.” He shut the door down, leaving Prowl in his new, dark, cold room, with his new, dark, horrible life. He stared at the door, waiting for the sounds of Lockdown’s feet to grow distant, before he fell over on the berth and sobbed himself back to sleep.

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