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A/N: Something old I found in my files.
Pairings include:
Shockwave/Arcee-2
Shockwave/Arcee/Megatron-3

Title: Prisoner of a ‘Con
Pairing: Shockwave/Arcee
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, AU, bondage, het, non-con
Summary: (Takes place after This is Why I Hate Machines) Arcee finds herself in the clutches of a wicked creature.

“Give me the codes.”

Arcee quailed under the oppressive frame of Shockwave, servos tied above her, wincing as the wires plugged into her processor twitched. “N--No…I can’t…I won’t…”

Shockwave drew closer, optic forming into a narrow slit as he leered down at her. “There’s no need to make this difficult. Give me the codes, and I promise that no harm will come to you. Why suffer? Just give me the codes, little femme.”

Arcee defiantly shook her helm.

“I gave you fair warning,” Shockwave growled.

A startled gasp emitted from Arcee as Shockwave’s long talons shoved between her thighs, instantly clamping her legs shut in fright. “W--What are you doing?!”

“You will give me those codes…willingly or unwillingly,” Shockwave snickered, voice husky and cruel. “I must admit that I’m thrilled you’re not cooperating. I look forward to breaking your spirit, little femme.” He roughly shoved her legs apart. “Are you untouched?” The bright blush that formed on her cheeks was answer enough. “Well…you won’t be for much longer. Say farewell to your last shred of innocence, little femme.”

Title: Round 1--Breaking a Femme
Pairing: Shockwave/Arcee; slight Ratchet/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, AU, het, humiliation, light spank, non-con
Summary: The breaking process begins.

Pain, searing and unrelenting, shot through Arcee’s pelvis as Shockwave’s large spike mercilessly rammed into her unprepared valve, lining ripping as he forced his girth deeper, energon trickling to the berth, mixing with his lubricant. She didn’t want to believe that this was happening, that she was being degraded by such a sadistic mech, and that her virginity had been brutally ripped from her. She could remember a time when she fantasized being in the strong but gentle arms of the medic that had saved her life once. Ratchet. His touches would have been gentle and loving, but that beautiful fantasy wasn’t a part of reality. Reality was a massive purple and black horned, demon of a mech, one red optic leering down at her while delivering animalistic thrusts, chuckling darkly at her, arousal spurred by her pained sobs.

“Give me the codes, and this will be over,” Shockwave grunted, locking her legs over his shoulders as he drove down against her lifted aft, plunging deeper still. “Or do you enjoy this, little femme?”

Arcee gritted out, “Burn. In. The. Pit.”

Shockwave slammed his servo over Arcee’s aft, making her shriek from the agonizing sting spreading up her backside, chastising, “Naughty femme. That language isn’t proper for a lady.”

Fighting back tears of pain, humiliation, and rage, Arcee offlined her optics and muted her vocalizer. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing or hearing her suffering.

‘Someone will come for me,’ Arcee thought. ‘I can hold on…for a while longer. I’ll be strong. I must be…strong.’

Title: Round 2--No Reprieve
Pairing: Shockwave/Arcee/Megatron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, anal, AU, het, humiliation, non-con, oral, threesome
Summary: Megatron joins the assault.

“N--No! Please! No!” Arcee cried.

Long, sharp talons jammed into her mouth, cutting off her cries. Shockwave shuddered above her as he rubbed his digits over her glossa, moaning when he drove them deeper into her throat, making her gag. An electrical surge from the wires connected to her helm forced her pelvic armor to retract, and a long, thick glossa plunged into her exposed valve, three fingers shoving into her exhaust port, causing her to shriek around the digits invading her mouth. Megatron slid out his glossa, swirling the tip over a sensor node above her valve.

“Give us the codes, and we’ll stop,” Megatron murmured against her wet valve.

Arcee shook her helm and squealed when Shockwave’s other servo grabbed her chassis, talons scraping over her Autobot insignia.

“Still spirited as ever,” Shockwave chuckled. “My Lord and I will change that though.”

“Indeed,” Megatron laughed. “It’s been so long since I was graced with the presence of such a beautiful femme. I intend to savor every inch of you.” He bared his dentals in a smirk mixed with glee and wickedness. “And I don’t mind sharing you with my loyal servant. Think you can handle the two of us without breaking, my dear?”

Title: Round 3--Intensify the Pain
Pairing: Shockwave/Arcee/Megatron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, anal, branding, DP, het, humiliation, non-con, threesome
Summary: Megatron is losing patience.

“You’re starting to try my patience, femme,” Megatron snarled. “As much fun as it is ravaging your processor and body, time is running out. I want those codes. Now.”

Arcee screamed in agony as Shockwave’s fingers dug into her hips, driving her down on his massive spike, splitting her exhaust port wide open. She could feel her delicate walls tearing under the pressure and warm energon dribbled from her opening, coating Shockwave’s thrusting girth.

“Give us the codes, little femme,” Shockwave moaned, “or we’ll continue finding unpleasant methods to persuade you.”

“N--No! I can’t! I can’t!” Arcee sobbed.

“You can…and you will,” Megatron growled, holding out a short branding iron as he positioned himself on the narrow berth over Shockwave’s legs. “Last chance, femme. Give me the codes, or I’ll burn away that accursed Autobot symbol on your chassis.”

Arcee’s optics widened in panic, but she shook her helm again. “E--Even if I gave you the codes…you would still brand me.”

Megatron sniggered as Shockwave grabbed her legs and spread them apart, giving him better access to her pert valve. “Clever femme. Your loyalty to the Autobots is unwavering and aggravating as Pit, but that could prove to be a great asset to me. If I could turn you to my side, I have no doubt that unwavering loyalty would fall onto me. You’re all ready a superb berthmate, and I’m certain you’ll make a superb warrior within my ranks as well.”

“I’ll…ngh…never join you!” Arcee spat, cringing as Shockwave rammed violently into her aft.

Closing in, Megatron cooed, “My dear, I’m not about to let you slip through my grasp. Most of the Decepticon femmes are…lacking…in beauty. You’ll be a welcome sight to my army…and any potential recruits.”

A piercing scream of agony echoed off the walls as Megatron drove his erect spike into her valve at the same moment he pressed the branding iron upon her chassis. The stench of burnt metal filtered through the room as smoke billowed from her chassis, Autobot insignia sizzled to nothingness. In its place formed the Decepticon insignia, and Arcee saw and felt the gradual change in her body from the effects of the brutal branding. The light pink of her armor darkened, and her glazed, azure optics turned a dark shade of purple.

“No! No! No! No!” Arcee wailed as both mechs ravished her. “I won’t…ahhh…give in! Get off me! Get off me you disgusting ‘Cons!”

“Impressive will,” Megatron moaned, slamming his hips harder, “but it won’t last. I’ll hear you begging for the touch of a Decepticon soon enough.”

“Only a matter of time,” Shockwave taunted, giving her aft a rough smack.

Title: Round 4--Endgame
Pairing: Shockwave/Arcee/Megatron; slight Ratchet/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, AU, branding, het, oral, threesome
Summary: Arcee at the breaking point.

Delirious, Arcee mumbled incoherently as the binds around her servos were loosened. How long had she been trapped in this nightmare? She didn’t know. It just felt like eternity. An eternity of hell. Cool energon was pressed to her lips, and she greedily drank it down, not even caring that it was being given by one of her tormentors.

“Give me the codes.”

It was a statement burned into her processor, just as the Decepticon insignia still burned on her chassis. It aggravated her, saddened her, nauseated her.

“Give me the codes.”

It was so tempting to give in, to be free of this nightmare, but she was still reluctant. A small shred of her spirit still remained, and that side of her demanded defiance.

“No one is coming for you.”

She gazed blankly into Megatron’s crimson optics.

“Your Autobot comrades have abandoned you…left you for dead. No one is coming for you.”

Tears began to trickle from her lilac optics.

“They never cared about you.”

She turned to gaze at Shockwave.

“They locked you up…left you to rot all alone because your memory wasn’t intact. You were nothing to them.” One of his talons gingerly wiped away a trail of oily tears on her cheek. “But we care for you. We saved you from that wretched fate.”

Megatron cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip as he tilted her helm back in his direction. “We will give you a new life…a new, better purpose amongst the Decepticons.”

She howled in misery as a branding iron was pressed against her plated groin and another on her aft, thrashing as two more Decepticon symbols were engraved on her, marking her as property of the enemy.

‘Ratchet! Ratchet! Where are you?!’ Arcee’s mind screamed. Images of the medic smiling warmly at her began to darken. ‘Please! Ratchet! Primus! Ratchet! I love y---’

Weakened from the prolonged physical and mental assaults, her processor broke. The purple of her optics darkened to a deep shade of red, and she stopped struggling against the branding, instead choosing to buck into the hot irons, welcoming the pain with pleasured mewls met with lecherous approval by Megatron and Shockwave.

“My dear…are you willing to do as I command?” Megatron murmured, removing the branding irons.

“Y--Yes…Lord Megatron,” Arcee murmured back, reaching out to embrace her liege. “Whatever you desire…I’m yours…to do with as you please…”

Tossing aside the branding irons, Megatron eagerly embraced her, tracing his fingers over the hot insignias on her groin and aft, gleefully exploring his handiwork. “The activation codes…my dear…”

“Are yours,” Arcee finished, red optics blazing with excitement.

The wires connected to her helm lit up, and the codes transferred over to the activation panel. With tender care, Shockwave assisted Megatron in removing the wires from her, helm popping back in place when the last wire was detached. She dove for Megatron’s groin, nuzzling and licking the heated paneling, murmuring softly in approval when his spike emerged. She kissed the glistening tip before engulfing it in her mouth, glossa dancing sensuously over his rigid metal. Retracting the paneling of her groin, she reached under to run her fingers through the soft folds of her valve, wiggling her aft enticingly at Shockwave. The purple and black mech wanted to accept her wanton invitation, but he waited for the approving nod from his liege before connecting with her. Moaning as Shockwave’s thrusts jarred her forward, she grabbed Megatron’s hips for leverage, wailing around the tyrant’s length as sharp talon tips toyed with the node above her valve.

In the beginning, she may have put up a long, hard fight but in the end, she lost the battle, and at this point…she didn’t care. Hell was now heaven, and she welcomed their lustful advances, forever lost in her own delusional world of bliss.

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