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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter Six
Prowl could only listen to the sounds of battle down the hall, as he’d given up trying to break free from the impossible chains that held him down. He only just noticed that Lockdown had somehow chained down his legs, and movement was restricted very much so. He was able to twist his head to the swears and crashes, and during the whole ordeal, he silently cheered Jazz on.
“FRAG!” Lockdown bellowed as Jazz kicked him in the neck, or at least it sounded like it. The bounty hunter dropped to his knees; Prowl knew because he could feel the ship vibrating from his crushing weight. Jazz laughed and said something to the mech, probably to give him credit for at least trying to fight off a skilled ninja. Prowl breathed a sigh of relief as Lockdown’s body fell forward and smashed against the floor. He was deactivated!
“Jazz!” Prowl called, “Jazz, in here! He’s got me chained up, I cannot move from this berth!”
“Prowler? Oh, baby, I thought I’d never see ya again,” Jazz called as he ran toward the ancient brig, “Primus, I was so fraggin’ scared o’ losin’ you!” He carefully and slowly entered the dimly lit brig and spotted his lover instantly. He gasped when he saw him and ran over, completely ignoring Prowl’s Decepticon red optics.
“Sweetheart,” he spoke slowly, he was asking for the inevitable truth, “W-what did he do to you? Did he...did that fragger…he…”
“He did,” Prowl whispered softly, as though breaking the news too loudly would kill Jazz and bring Lockdown back, “He…hurt me, Jazz. I’m sorry.”
“No…no, don’t be sorry, oh Primus, baby! I’m so sorry! I should have come sooner, Magnus wouldn’t let me. I had to though, I knew he would do this to you…oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry…” He wrapped his arms around Prowl, who was still chained. Jazz kissed Prowl’s neck and cheeks, then whispered,
“I’ll get you outta here, baby, right now. Let’s get these stupid chains off.” He set to picking at them, making a few faces as he made every attempt to get them off.
“I don’t think that will work, Jazz,” Prowl offered, “Lockdown said he’s somehow made them to be part organic, part mechanical. I’m not sure how he was able to do it. I think Ratchet will be the only one to get them off.”
“You’re probably right. Prowl, did he…did he force you to inter—“
“He plugged into me, yes,” Prowl answered quietly, not really wanting to discuss it just yet, but Jazz was concerned.
I’LL KILL HIM.” Concerned and pissed, evidently. “I’LL KILL HIM AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.”
“Jazz, please calm down.” Jazz looked at Prowl and relaxed. He flashed Prowl a half-smile, then asked,
“Do you think he uploaded any viruses into your system? Maybe we should check.”
“He might have, but I certainly hope not. Let’s check when we get back, Jazz, please. I want to get out of this place; it frightens me.”
“Y’know,” said a sudden, deep husky voice, “I think I’d kinda enjoy watching you two play ‘medic’. Go ahead Jazz, check your patient for any nasty viruses that mean old bounty hunter might have given him.” The ninjas turned their heads in horror as Lockdown spoke so calmly. He looked fine, save for a few dents and more of the raw, putty-like energon over his optic. Jazz’s hands trembled and clenched Prowl’s arm tightly. Then, before even he knew what he was doing, he was lunging himself at the fiend, ready to beat him to death.
The bounty hunter was ready for him. As soon as Jazz was close enough, Lockdown snatched his wrists, threw him across the room and into the wall. Jazz hit the wall with a crash, yelling out as he slammed against the floor. Lockdown laughed like the sadistic creep he was, then sidled over to Prowl so as to watch Jazz try to get to his feet. The white ninja moved shakily, but managed. He held the side of another old berth and glared daggers at the hunter.
“Oh, now did I hurt you, my dear Jazz? I do apologize. But better you than your precious Prowl, yes?” He yanked Prowl up and held his back against his huge green and black chassis. He was warm, Prowl thought absentmindedly.
“Lockdown, you…you keep your fraggin’ servos offa him, or so help me Primus, I’ll—“
“Oh just mute it already,” Lockdown sneered, crushing Prowl against him, “I have the upper hand. I’ll kill you if you step out of line around me. Now get over here, or I’ll kill prowl.”
“No you wouldn’t” Jazz growled, “I know you wouldn’t. You like him too much.”
“Not really,” answered Lockdown casually, “I like his body. I can deactivate him and still keep his pretty little chassis with me.” The look on his face told Jazz he wasn’t joking; Lockdown would do it. Defeated, Jazz moved over to Lockdown and Prowl. He wore a furious expression; he was so ready to deactivate the hunter. But it would have to wait.
Lockdown continued to hold Prowl in his arm while searching for another pair of chains. He pulled them out from under the cold berth and rattled them in his hand with a wicked grin. He dumped Prowl back onto the berth and grabbed Jazz in the same, swift motion. Moments later, Jazz was chained as well, his arms pinned behind his own back. He tried so hard to fight back, to maybe gain an upper hand, but it was useless. Lockdown was one strong bastard.
“Now, then,” the hunter chuckled as he dumped Jazz onto the same berth as Prowl, “We should play. I seldom ever receive any kind of company. Especially such attractive company. Let’s see…Jazz, you seem to be the mech in the relationship. You’re going to be the dominant one for a while. Prowl, you’re a submissive little femme. You do anything your mech tells you, and if he doesn’t tell you to do anything, I will. You obey us, and things will go very smooth. If not, however, I’ll take you by force. Simple as that. Got it?”
Prowl merely nodded. He looked at the floor and waited, still and quiet. He didn’t want Jazz to see him like this, and he didn’t want him to get hurt, either. Lockdown was hell-bent on this, unfortunately. Prowl could see the lust and hunger in his deep red optics, eyeing his beautiful prey like a hawk. He was just waiting for the perfect time to strike. Prowl waited, holding back his fear of humiliation, but his lower lip quivered ever so slightly and betrayed him. In that instant, the older mech pushed Prowl back onto the berth and forced his legs apart with ease.
“Jazz,” he grinned wickedly, “get to work.”
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