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Blind And Deaf

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: Well, I sat down and I was on DA with a whole fuckload of suggestive crap. There was loads of Prow/Lockdown stuff. People seem to think they are shooting sex missiles out of their optics or something. So I watched the episode AGAIN, but I can’t see it myself, and I can see sex in the words “I’ll punch this thing with my fist!” on Sonic Adventure 2.

So I thought to myself, hey, go with the flow. What would happen if Prowl listened to Lockdown’s ‘spark to spark’? Why is Prowl always the girl? What if Lockdown got the wrong end of the stick? Why does it have to be consensual anyway?

Warning: I think this may be my sickest rapefic yet.

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Chapter One: Acceptance

“Shorted out my shield mod...” Prowl muttered, tossing the broken shield aside.

“And that slime-bucket Lockdown got away again,” Ratchet grumbled.

Prowl just shrugged, before he heard somebody trying to contact him on his com-link. He recognised it as Lockdown’s signal, “What do you want, Lockdown?” he asked wearily, over the link.

“How about that spark-to-spark now, partner,” Lockdown sounded like he was grinning, “I’ve been thinking, you and me are kind of kindred spirits. Like I said, you’ve got a gift, so... how about you ditching those losers and go into business with me?”

“That’s very flattering, Lockdown,” Prowl said dryly, and paused, looking around at his Autobot friends, “But... I don’t know... All this over-modification... it doesn’t really feel like ‘me’.”

“Come on, kid,” Lockdown oozed, “Don't be that way. You'll have fun, I'll have fun, you'll learn some new stuff, it'll be a challenge. Maybe I'll learn a few things off you. How ‘bout that?”

“Well...” Prowl paused again, taking a step away from the other Autobots, "i really don't know what to say..."

“You know what I say, Prowl?” Lockdown asked, “I say there’s always something new to learn. Come on. Don’t take this the wrong way. You got some talent. You're somethin' special.”

Prowl looked around at his friends. Optimus Prime must have seen something in his expression, because he sighed, “If you want to, you can go with him Prowl,” he said quietly, “Just do what you feel is right.”

"Well..." Prowl sounded like he was considering it.

“Well?” Lockdown asked again, “Well what? My ship leaves in a couple of hours. Make up your mind fast, kid.”

“Well... I... I guess I could hear what else you have to say,” Prowl said, for once sounding uncertain.

“You do that,” Lockdown smirked. He cut the connection.

“Are you sure about this, Prowl?” Bumblebee asked him, “You’re an Autobot. You help people, and not just when they pay you, either.”

“I know, I know,” Prowl sighed, “But there’s no harm in listening, right? He’d better think his argument up fast, because I’m going there right now. And he’s got two minutes, so I’ll either be right back... or I won’t be back at all.” The ninja transformed into his motorcycle alt.

“You be careful, Prowl,” Ratchet growled, “That scum Lockdown has some nasty tricks up his sleeve-“ But Prowl had already driven away.

“I hope he does do the right thing,” Optimus commented.

“Why did you just let him go?!” Bumblebee shouted up at Prime.

“Because that way he might come back,” Optimus said, “I think Prowl is smarter than to go off with somebody like Lockdown on a whim.”

“Hmph,” Ratchet said, doubtfully.

~~~

Prowl arrived at Lockdown’s ship, transformed, and walked in, “Okay, Lockdown,” he said, “I’m giving you two minutes to give me several good reasons to go with you.”

“Oh,” the bounty hunter smiled nastily, “I can think of just one. But you’ll be staying longer than two minutes.”

“No, I won’t,” Prowl said confidently, “And your two minutes started fifteen seconds ago.”

“Heh...” Lockdown smirked, “Well... how about this?” Without warning, he raised his EMP generator and fired it at Prowl, who crumpled to the floor with a gasp. It may not have been as powerful as Ratchet’s but it was sure powerful enough to bring the younger mech down. Lockdown picked up the semi-conscious Prowl and carried him further into the ship.

Prowl groaned as Lockdown carried him. What an idiot he had been! He didn’t know what Lockdown wanted him for, but it sure couldn’t be anything nice. Maybe he was going to be held hostage to the Autobots. Or tortured for information. Or dismantled for spare parts. Or offlined and displayed like some kind of trophy. Or-

Prowl grunted as he was thrown face down on a metal table. The EMP had left him barely capable of resisting as his limbs were buckled to the table with stasis cuffs, his arms above him, his legs spread. He tried to turn his head to see what was going on, but could only see to either side of him and in front. Currently, in front of him consisted of a metal table.

“Now you’re probably wondering what I’m gonna do with you,” Lockdown said, standing in a place Prowl couldn’t see, “That’s a pretty good question, Autobot.”

Prowl remained silent. Whatever Lockdown wanted from him, he was not going to give it! The ‘con bounty hunter could offline him, but he was not going to break him and the cyberninja most certainly did not plan to remain here, a hostage.

“When I first saw you,” Lockdown continued amicably, “I thought, there goes something special. There goes someone almost my equal. Shame about all the Autobot programming. Then today you brought down Starscream and just waltzed in here, practically demanding that we work together. Yeah, that was pretty impressive.”

Yes, and I regret every moment of it, Prowl thought. He could feel his servos crawl. He knew that Lockdown oozed a malicious kind of charm and liked a conversation with his bounties, but now that he was restrained, what was the point of chatting? As awareness returned fully, he started to pull at his restraints. They didn’t seem to be budging.

“Then you picked up a couple of upgrades and BAM!” Lockdown grinned, punching the air, “You reminded me of me. Helped me bring down that gutless Starscream fake, then went off and brought down ANOTHER Starscream fake,” he smirked, “Made a helluva mess too, I heard.”

Yes, as if I don’t feel bad enough about that already, Prowl thought. He remembered the tree and the eggs smashed on the ground, and just how it had made him feel, and that disgustingly Sycophant Starscream oozing his praise. He pulled harder at the restraints, still not answering Lockdown.

“Still not talkative, huh?” Lockdown smirked, “Trying to put up a barricade between us? Well trust me... you’ll be really vocal soon...” He walked out of the room calmly.

Prowl growled. Torture? Well, he wasn’t going to scream for Lockdown, that was for sure. He wasn’t going to do a Primus-damned thing for that intergalactic pirate.

He could hear Lockdown returning already. He could also hear the ship taking off. And he’d told Optimus Prime that if he wasn’t back soon, he’d not be coming back. Oh, slag. That meant Prime was probably going to respect his wishes and not come after him. Which meant that he was on his own.

“Now... it seems you need a good reason to take up my offer as a partner,” Prowl could almost hear Lockdown smirking, “Well... I know you won’t join me without being persuaded... so...”

Prowl felt a finger being trailed slowly down his back. What the frag was Lockdown doing? Trying to pull off a little mental torture by instilling fear into him? He tried to squirm away from the touch. Then he gasped as a waxing cloth was applied to his black armour.

Lockdown grinned as he heard the gasp, and began to rub Prowl’s armour with the cloth, slowly and firmly, in circles. The cyberninja was very attractive – perhaps more so than he believed – but because he spent so much time around organic life-forms, he was often grubby, or had dried dirt on him. The shine began to come through, “Two coats should do it...” he purred down at Prowl.

Prowl gritted his teeth. So this was what Lockdown wanted him for? To make him weak, and then gloat over him? What the frag was the point of that?! He refused to give in and fought to restrain the moan of pleasure that so badly wanted to be released as Lockdown’s skillful hands moved down his back. Even so, a soft whimper escaped him.

“Oh, yeah. You know you really want it,” Lockdown chuckled, his hand moving down, and starting at Prowl’s feet, began waxing his legs, “I just need to get you in the mood.”

I don’t want it, and I know I don’t, Prowl thought, furious at himself for falling for Lockdown's trap. This was his body! He would have control over it! But he didn’t dare to open his mouth, and Lockdown’s hands were moving further up his legs, running over his ass plating, prying between seams, rubbing and stroking and... “Ooooh...” he moaned.

“Heh. Yeah, let it all out,” Lockdown purred, still moving his hands, over the Autobot’s thighs, between his legs, waxing his crotch, “You can’t deny it feels good, can you?”

It did feel good, physically, but this wasn’t what Prowl wanted. Whatever Lockdown thought, whatever his own body said, he knew this was wrong. Young ‘bots might give in to their instincts and start begging for more pleasure, but this was wrong. He tensed his body up, refusing to allow the movement of Lockdown’s hands to relax him. Another half-stifled goran of pleasure escaped him.

“Aw, still fighting?” Lockdown smirked some more, “You know, that’ll only make it harder later on. But still... if you weren’t fighting it, I don’t think you’d be half as interesting. Now... shall we see what other skills you have?”

Prowl could feel his spark pulsing rapidly with something that was a horrible mixture of pleasure and fear. He didn’t want to say anything, but the words were almost burning him, “N-no...” he gasped, trying not to show how good it felt at the same time, “I... don’t want this... I came here to listen to a business proposition... I want you to stop... NOW!”

“Aw, you don’t mean that, kid,” Lockdown purred, looking over Prowl. Yeah, the wax made him look even better than the upgrades had. You’d think somebody as attractive as Prowl would be vain, but no, the kid didn’t even seem to notice it. He was strong, and yet incredibly sensitive and gentle all at the same time. Lockdown ran a finger over the younger mech’s smooth back.

“Nnngh...” Prowl moaned, and regretted ever opening his mouth as yet another whimper was released. Another brief blast from the EMP and he was stunned again. He could feel Lockdown releasing the restraints, and turning him over – then cuffing him down, this time on his back. But he still couldn’t fight it, “Wh-what... now?” he asked, gritting his teeth and glaring at Lockdown.

“You know you want it really,” Lockdown smirked, picking up the waxing cloth again, “I know you want it. Why else would a pretty ‘bot like you want to team up with a mech like me?”

Great. Lockdown was trying some flattery. Prowl wasn’t going to fall for that. Awareness was returning faster now, “Because... I wanted to capture Starscream and bring him back to the Elite Guard,” he growled, “What do you think I wanted?”

“I think you’re in denial,” Lockdown chuckled, “Well, you won’t be able to deny it for much longer,” he started humming as he started to wax Prowl’s chassis. The motorcycle began to squirm and pant, gritting his teeth to keep the moans in, and for somebody like Lockdown, that was all the conformation he needed.

Prowl shuddered. What did it take for him to convince the muscle car that he didn’t want this? That lust and pleasure weren’t the same as love? As the bounty hunter’s hand moved down to his torso, dragging more whimpers and moans from his mouth, he realised something. At no point had Lockdown threatened or hurt him. But Lockdown was blind to his struggles and deaf to his words. He saw only what he wanted to see; heard only what he wanted to hear.

Lockdown smiled at Prowl’s shivers of pleasure and his repressed whimpers. The kid was stubborn. But now his hand was waxing the cyberninja’s crotch, and Prowl let out a most delightful squeal of pleasure. Working his fingers into seams, prying gently, he received more squirming, more gasps, more whimpers and moans. Prowl continued to try and repress it all, but Lockdown could see how much he was enjoying it really.

Prowl could feel his spark pulsing harder, and his systems heating up. It was awful, not just because he didn’t want to feel this way, but because of the reaction it garnered from Lockdown. And now, gently and carefully, as if he was playing with a rare toy, the bounty hunter was opening catches, removing armour, placing it all carefully to one side, and stroking at sensitive wires, “N-no!” he cried out, then moaned, “I swear... I don’t want this... I didn’t ever want it... Not you... I don’t... don’t make me...”

Lockdown listened to the stammering, shaking mech for a moment, then smiled again, running his hook down the cyberninja lightly, “You say that now...” he smirked, his hook tracing Prowl’s perfect lips, “Your body says otherwise, though.”

“Listen to me!” Prowl raged, “I don’t-mmmph!” For Lockdown’s mouth had just closed over his own, and his tongue was pushing its way in. Prowl didn’t kiss him back, but he didn’t need to – Lockdown was kissing him far too hard, moving far too passionately. He dimly wondered how many mouths Lockdown’s practiced tongue had forced its way into.

When Lockdown’s hands started moving over Prowl’s bare wires and joints, the Autobot began to moan and struggle and cry out, but Lockdown’s mouth smothered it all. Eventually though, he pulled back, “Mmm... you taste much better than I imagined, Prowl,” Lockdown licked his lips, and teased Prowl’s bare port with a finger, easing his way in, “You feel better, too,” he murmured, easing another finger in, playing with sensitive wires that were usually hidden away.

“No! I do not feel better! I-“ Prowl gave a deep and passionate groan. His body writhed in pleasure while his mind was swamped in a growing fear and realisation. Lockdown wasn’t going to stop, “I don’t...“ another finger in there, playing with him, and then a third, dragging another moan out, “I don’t want-“

“Of course you do,” Lockdown chuckled. He could feel the Autobot lubing up inside, and pulled his fingers out, licking at them, “Yeah, you taste real good,” he purred, “I think you’re ready now. There’s really no point denying it anymore.”

As Prowl watched, his chassis heaving and his body shuddering, Lockdown straightened up and began to loosen his own armour, placing it aside piece by piece carefully. Eventually he reached to remove his heavy crotch armour. His optics widened under the visor, and his jaw dropped. There was one thing he couldn’t deny, and it was that Lockdown’s equipment was... well... impressive. Frighteningly so, “Don’t interface with me...” he pleaded quietly. The fear was almost crushing his mind now.

“Don’t taunt me, kid,” Lockdown purred, trailing a hand over Prowl’s gorgeous face and resting it on his smooth chassis, “You’re going to enjoy this...” He stroked his own crotch slowly, and Prowl stared as the cables shifted and became erect, “You really are a lovely little thing,” Lockdown told him, before climbing on top.

“NO!” Prowl screamed, “Can’t you understand me?! I’m NOT playing hard to get, I DON’T want you! I came to hear a business proposition, I don’t WANT this! I don’t- augh!” he cried out again, much louder, as Lockdown pressed slowly into him.

“You’ll enjoy this, darlin’,” Lockdown oozed, sliding thick cables, swollen with desire, into Prowl’s tight interface port.

The cyberninja whimpered, then screamed in intense pain – Lockdown was not thrusting in hard, but he was so thick that it still hurt the younger, less experienced Autobot. It was like trying to force a USB cable into a PS/2 port, and the further in Lockdown went, the more it hurt.

“Lockdown! LOCKDOWN, STOP!” he screamed, before looking up at the mech. There was a kind of madness in Lockdown’s optics, lustful and eager. And he didn’t stop, silencing Prowl’s cries, now frantic, with a possessive, crushing kiss.

The terror that had been crushing Prowl’s mind now paralysed him. As Lockdown broke the kiss and started thrusting in and out, he turned his face to one side, whimpering painfully. Lockdown began to speed up, a blissful expression on his face as he gripped Prowl’s optics and pressed himself in and out, in and out of the naked, helpless cyberninja.

Prowl was vaguely aware that his body was shaking in pleasure, that his vocals were groaning and whimpering in a combination of pleasure and pain, but his CPU wasn’t connected to either of these actions. Tears of humiliation and shame flowed down his face as Lockdown disgraced his body.

Lockdown gripped his shoulders, no longer concerned about the Autobot’s pleasure. His hips thrust hard against Prowl, and he didn’t notice the cyberninja’s lack of reaction, or his tears. He was enjoying himself; why shouldn’t Prowl?

It hurt. It hurt more with every thrust. Prowl didn’t want to be broken, but he couldn’t resist, and Lockdown refused to listen to his protests. The only way to get through this with his sanity and a small measure of his dignity intact was to lie as still as possible and wait until it was over, then get the frag out of here.

Lockdown grinned in pleasure. Prowl was just so tight inside... it was a very snug fit for his cables. It all added to his pleasure. And as for Prowl’s face... He turned the Autobot to face him, “Beautiful...” he murmured, and leant forward, licking the oily tears away.

When he returned to thrusting, Prowl began to cry out, much louder now, for they were harder and faster as Lockdown built up to an overload. He had no idea of what he was saying, because he wasn’t listening to anything anymore. He just wanted it to end.

“Nnnngh... Prowl... PROWL!” Lockdown growled in his pleasure, before he finally came into the cyberninja with a curse of pleasure.

By now, Prowl was about as aroused as a stick in the mud. A massive sense of relief gripped him as a smirking Lockdown pulled away, and he gave a huge sigh.

Lockdown started putting his armour back on, still smirking like crazy, “Such a tight little ass you have there, Prowl,” he chuckled, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Prowl stared at him, his arms still restrained above his head, oily lubricant spilled between his thighs and over his torso, and wondered if the bounty hunter was actually serious. Still... if he pretended he’d enjoyed it, maybe Lockdown would let him, and then he could make a run for the escape pods on the ship... “No...” he whispered, and was glad that his optics were obscured by a visor, “It... it was pretty... good...”

“Heh...” Lockdown finished clipping his armour back on, and stroked Prowl’s cheek, “I’m so glad you liked it. I knew you’d warm up to me...”

“What about my armour?” Prowl asked nervously, still lying as immobile as only a cyberninja could.

“Your armour?” Lockdown grinned, gathering it up, “What would be the point, when I’m just going to take it off you again? Don’t worry though – I’ll keep it safe and clean.” He put it all carefully into a display cabinet, arranging it neatly.

“Aren’t you even going to let me get up?” Prowl asked, “I want to hold you...” he lied.

“Why do you think I asked you if you liked it?” Lockdown asked, “But don’t worry, Prowl...” he smiled gently, “I’ll take good care of you... feed you well... keep you company. You’ll never be alone for long.”

Prowl stared, his jaw dropping as Lockdown walked out of the room, genuinely pleased with himself, a spring in his step that had not been there before. He had been serious. As the door closed and locked behind him, Prowl began to sob, his tears much heavier than before as he realised just how sick the bounty hunter was.

To Lockdown, Prowl was just another trophy.

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Two Years Later...

“Right, that’s Lockdown restrained,” said Optimus, “Now we have to find the information he stole from the Elite Guard. Everybody spread out and search the ship thoroughly. Bulkhead, you guard Lockdown.” The team began to search.

Bumblebee sighed as he walked along a corridor, Sari beside him. Every time the Autobot thought of Lockdown, he thought of Prowl. Why’d he not said something to the cyberninja? Kept him from walking away? The Autobot had clearly taken him up on whatever offer he’d made. They hadn’t seen him or heard from him since then, and he had to assume that the mech now had a new life as a bounty hunter, and wasn’t concerned with his old life.

Bumblebee searched a room. He knew the cyberninja had thought of himself as a free spirit, and taken orders from nobody, and that he himself had been annoying, and that everybody seemed to blame themselves for Prowl leaving like that... but he still missed his friend. Every day, he felt like the cyberninja was going to return, and every day he was disappointed when he didn’t.

He opened another door, sighing. He really ought to talk to Ratchet about it; ask him for a diagnostic to get rid of the feeling. It had been two years since Prowl had left, and he wasn’t coming-

The small Autobot’s optics widened, and a sharp gasp of horror escaped him. In the middle of the room, held by stasis cuffs beneath bright lights, a mech lay naked on a metal table, his hands restrained above his head, his legs held in a spreading position. His body shuddered with each breath he took. He was stained with lubricants all over his body, from his crotch to his mouth; thick oil, Energon, interface lubricants and tears. He had flinched even at the opening of the door. He looked, quite frankly, as if every sexual act conceivable had been carried out on him.

Bumblebee knew it was Prowl as soon as he saw him. He knew it because Prowl’s armour was on display in a cabinet directly opposite the door. Standing beside him, Sari began to scream.

After a few more seconds of staring, Bumblebee turned away, vomiting violently against a wall.

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Me: Yeah, it’s totally sick. Prowl has been lying in there, Lockdown’s sex toy, for two years. TWO FUCKING YEARS. You know, I toyed with the idea of letting him escape, but this was more fun. And hey... at least he got found.

The End. For now. I might just do a few ‘recovery’ chapters. But for now, assume that’s it.
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