Author's Note: Screaming Silence is NOT connected to any of my other fanfics. Characters have the same background headcanons as they do in The Libero Trilogy and Illicitus. Cybertronian reproduction and Seeker culture remains the same as in all my fics. To see my headcanons, please see last "chapter" of An Attempt to Raise a Sparkling. All headcanons are written out there from Cybertronian reproduction, Seeker culture, and bios of original and canon characters.

Screaming Silence is filled with violent rapes, suspense, gruesome/graphic torture and fighting, drinking, robot drugs, addiction, slavery, interfacing, BDSM, bestiality, violent and disgusting fetishes, and slash. This will be incredibly violent, graphic, and hard to read. You have been warned.

Have some tissues at the ready as you read for this story will be difficult. And please fave, leave reviews, and share!

Cybertronian Units of Time (according to IDW):

Astrosecond ≈ .273 of a second
Breem ≈ 8.3 minutes
Cycle ≈ 1 hour 15 minutes
Decacycle ≈ 3 weeks
Joor ≈ hour
Klik ≈ 1.2 minutes
Megacycle ≈ 93 hours
Orbital cycle ≈ 1 Earth day
Orn ≈ 13 days
Stellar cycle ≈ 7.5 months
Vorn ≈ 83 years

Disclaimer: The Transformers universe, names, and characters are property of Hasbro.

OCs are created by me for the sole purpose of this story and any names or scenes similar to other fanfics are simply coincidental. Any ideas or names intentionally taken from other fanfics will be noted at the beginning of any chapters to which the occurrence shall take place.

Enjoy. :)

Chapter 1

"Argh!"

"Hold still, Commander!" Hook growled as he hastily fused leaking energon lines together and quickly worked on repairing the large wound in the Seeker's side.

"Go faster! I need to get back out there!" Starscream bellowed, covered in dents and tears as he lied in a pool of energon, surrounded by bodies and torn off limbs.

"I am-" Hook ducked as a missile exploded nearby, debris and dust splattering around them. "I am going as fast as I can!"

Starscream looked out, the battle still raging all around them. Seekers and other fliers were engaged in a furious dogfight far above, and ground forces were locked in a horrific battle on the ground. The screams of the dead and dying filled the air between the thunderous roars of jet engines, screams of missiles, and booms of explosions. One wounded Autobot was nearby, shrieking and begging for help as he was dying, his helm only connected to his shoulders by the primary spark line, and his body mostly non-existent.

"Come on, I need to find my trine!" Starscream shouted, wincing at the burning pain.

"Commander, I can't go any faster. I am trying here! You think I would be wasting my time with you if I didn't have to?! I have others to attend to! I need to find my gestalt! I am trying!"

"The Autobots are winning, Hook! We don't have time! I need to get my Seekers out of here!"

"Starscream, I just need to get this to stop leaking everywhere." He glared at Starscream. "If you don't quit glitching I'll just le-"

He didn't say another word. Hook's face tore in half, splattering energon and bits of his face all over the Air Command. There was a pause, Hook just sitting up, his helm slowly turning a bit to the side, revealing more damage to the Seeker. Starscream's optics widened when he saw much of Hook's brain module blown out. Energon started to gush out of the Constructicon's mouth and side of his helm.

"C-cuh-mandorr-kzzst-I-" He then fell forward, onto the Seeker.

Starscream hesitated, horrified at seeing Hook die like that before him. He had seen so many die before, but when it was someone he knew so well and spent so much time with…

He didn't have time to mourn or stay shocked. The Decepticon SIC pushed Hook's corpse off his torso before painfully scrambling to his peds. He clutched his torn side, wires still protruding out of the gaping hole. He painfully made his way over the battlefield, almost tripping over bodies, some still twitching. The ground was wet with energon, the air heavy with smoke and the stench of burning metal and energon. Fires were burning all around, many bodies still covered in flames. The ground was uneven from all the bombs and missiles tearing it apart. The sounds of explosions, screams, and guns being fired were all Starscream could hear as he tried to get somewhere where the Decepticons were still alive.

"Commander Starscream to Thundercracker: Do you copy?" Starscream tried his commlink again, but only static. It had been static for a while. "Commander Starscream to Soundwave: Do you copy?" Still nothing.

The battle was not going well. At first, the Decepticons seemed to have the momentum, but then they just started to lose their numbers. Starscream wasn't sure what had happened, but the Autobots started to kill more Decepticons than Decepticons were killing Autobots. And this battle had been going on for joors now.

It was a slaughter. Piles of bodies were forming on both sides, forces were spread out over miles killing each other, and all hell had broken out. Starscream had first lost contact with Megatron, then Soundwave, then other Decepticon officers, and now finally his Seekers. He had been lost in the fray, avoiding being shot and trying to figure out what was happening. He took a bad shot to the side, and managed to stay airborne long enough to find Hook who had also been separated from the main forces.

Now, he was alone.

He trudged through the bodies and bodily fluids, not sure where he was going, but he knew he had to keep moving. He had to find another Seeker. He had to find someone.

He stopped when he finally did see a face he knew, or at least everything else of that person.

"Soundwave..?" The Seeker asked weakly, knowing there would be no answer, but he had to ask anyway.

Soundwave was there, or at least what was left of him. His body ripped in half, his mask torn off, revealing his mangled face, mouth still open from his final scream of pain. His chest had been shot multiple times and torn open, Ravage hanging halfway out, a shot in the helm, clearly executed, and Rumble and Frenzy still clinging to their host's frame, also shot in the helm. Their final moments seeking protection from the one who had always kept them safe, and now couldn't.

Buzzsaw was nearby, his helm ripped off and missing, and the other two cassettes nowhere to be seen.

Starscream dropped to his knees beside his former fellow officer, taking a moment before removing panels from Soundwave's helm and tapping into his commlink.

"Commander Starscream to Megatron: My lord, do you copy?" He paused. "Mighty Megatron, my liege, do you copy?" Still nothing. "Commander Starscream to Thundercracker: TC do you copy?" He swallowed. "Commander Starscream to Skywarp: My love, do you copy? Please, Warp, say something." Nothing. "Commander Starscream to Hotlink: Do you copy? Commander Starscream to Onslaught: Do you copy? Commander Starscream to Scrapper: Do you copy? Commander Starscream to Shockwave: Do you copy? Commander Starscream to Contrail: Do you copy?" He kept calling other Seekers and Decepticon officers, but only static reached him.

"I'm sorry, Soundwave." He said softly. "I'll come back to bury you and your cassettes whenever I can." He vented a sigh. "Honor working with you. Fly safe and true in the new skies."

He slowly got up and moved on, needing to get to safety, needing to find someone alive.

As he kept walking, he kept seeing more faces he recognized. He even saw some Seekers. He swallowed, beginning to feel the need to flee and hide rather than try and stay in the fight. It was not looking good at all. Maybe they were all dead? And the fight he heard was the last stand of surrounded Decepticons going out with everything they had left in them.

His damaged wings perked when he heard the screaming of a Seeker engine, and that familiar sound of a jet about to crash. He looked up, seeing one of his Seekers plummeting as smoke and fire billowed from their one winged-frame. He watched them helplessly as they crashed into a nearby structure. Without hesitation, he limped that way, going as fast as he could. If his Seeker managed to survive that he need to help them.

He made it to the bomb torn building and ascended the burnt staircase. He heard cries of pain, the Seeker must still be alive. He gave it his all to get up the stairs and begin searching for his Seeker. He pushed open a broken door, seeing what was left of a Seeker, but their spark just extinguished. He fell to his knees beside him, missing being there to comfort him in his last astroseconds.

The Seeker Alpha took the other flier's servo and held it close to his chestplates. "Fly in peaceful skies with those who died before us." He said softly, swallowing, furious with himself and these Autobots for another one of his people dying. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

The Air Commander perked his wings when he heard something behind him. He glanced back, noticing that by the window was a rifle, obviously from someone holding up in this building as they shot at those on the street. He started to turn towards the doorway when something suddenly smashed across the back of his helm and everything went dark.

Crimson optics lazily onlined, slowly registering the world around them. He felt… Stiff, sore, and tired. Everything felt off, like how he felt after a terrible beating from Megatron and Hook was still working on repairing him.

His optics widened, remembering Hook as he fell over him, half his helm missing. Then the entire battle returned to his processor, up till that last astrosecond.

He jerked up, only, he wasn't able to. His optics brightened when he finally noticed that he couldn't move his arms, feeling that all too familiar clench of manacles on his wrists. His wings were also tied together with chains, and his ankles chained together, then tied to his manacles, hogtying him. He tried wriggling to get himself in some type of upright position, but he only felt a tug of chains around his neck.

His intakes quickened, terrified now. He took notice of his surroundings, seeing a berth, a door to a closet, a small window, a desk, some cabinets, and another door. The place looked clean, and yet old. Obviously an abandoned apartment that someone was making their home.

And that someone had him as a prisoner.

The Air Commander pulled at his restraints, trying to get a servo to slip free. He jerked his legs, tried flapping his wings, but the chains were too strong, and the bonds too tight. He kept struggling though, still feeling weak from his injuries, needing to take a break every klik or so.

He had been struggling for over two joors when he heard a door close. He jerked his helm up, wings instinctively trying to perk. He listened as the sound of pedfalls neared, loud and ominous. The door hissed open and a large grounder entered. He was a dark green plated mech with some silver and yellow. His calves and shoulder blades were tank treads, a cannon protruded from his back, and he was built for combat. He was around Megatron's size, but adorning an Autobot insignia on his chestplates, and bright, blue optics.

The grounder shut the door and was walking to his desk when he noticed that the Seeker was online. He smiled, and approached.

"Online, eh? Was wondering how long you'll be out of it."

Starscream tried flaring his wings as his engine growled. He barred his denta in a snarl, frame tensing, preparing for a fight. This was an Autobot, his enemy, and he would break away from these chains to tear off his limbs and gouge out his optics!

"Hostile, aren't you?" The grounder crouched beside him. "Shouldn't be. I'm the one that saved you."

"Oh, so that's what they call being a prisoner, now?" Starscream sardonically growled.

"I found you dying on the battlefield, Starscream. And…" His smile grew. "I wanted what I saw. So, I knocked you out and brought you to my humble abode. Still fixing it up, of course. You were leaking pretty bad, so I repaired the damage I could, and left the rest to self repairs. I did take some field medic training so I know enough to keep you alive and in fighting condition. And how to ensure you stay in stasis lock long enough for me to repair you, and get this place livable in. There's power in it now."

"How long was I out?"

"Nearly an orn."

"An orn?" His optics widened. "Where are the other Decepticons? What happened?"

The Autobot gave a dry chuckle. "You lost. The Decepticons are all dead or prisoners. You lost the war." He paused. "Megatron was executed."

Starscream's intakes hitched, feeling his spark drop. "L-lost?" He swallowed, trying to control his emotions. "What happened to my Seekers? W-were any of them executed?"

The Autobot shrugged. "All the surviving Decepticons were taken prisoner. The only ones executed were Megatron, Shockwave, and another high ranking officer. Pretty much all the other brass was killed in the battle."

"Why am I here? Why am I not with the other prisoners?"

"Because you're 'missing.'"

"What do you mean, 'missing?'" Starscream raised an optical ridge.

The Autobot's smile turned sinister. "Because I found you and hid you before anyone else could, and I haven't told anyone. And I'm not going to. Know why?"

Starscream's spark was sinking. "Because you're going to kill me to exact revenge for someone you cared about that I killed?"

"Ha! No, not that, but good guess." He leaned in closer to the Seeker's faceplates. "No, you see, I've always wanted a Decepticon to be my slave. I've fantasized about having a slave not just for my sexual desires, but for justice. Decepticons started the war that killed millions, destroyed Cybertron, and caused a lot of slag. And when I saw you all alone and no other Autobots were around… I knew it was my time. And did I get lucky bagging not just a Seeker, but the Decepticon Air Commander himself." He grasped Starscream's mandible and gave it a hard yank. "Beautiful, aren't you? I never fantasized being with you, to be honest, although most probably have. You really are gorgeous." His cerulean optics gazed down the Seeker's length, soaking up all the fine details. "Nice and skinny. But not too much so. Still have something for a mech to grab onto." He smacked Starscream's aft sharply for emphasize, causing the flier to jerk from the pain. "And not too tall or short. Perfect size for me to comfortably frag you, use you as a ped rest, and I bet your valve is just right. And your face… You really are gorgeous. So, winsome and young and beautiful." His faceplates moved in closer, and Starscream tried to shrink back, the mech's breath smelling awful. "You'll be a fine slave, Starscream. I can't wait to get inside of you, feel you writhing and squirming beneath me, pitifully mewing and whimpering as I hurt you with my massive spike. All the wonderful moans you'll make, chained and helpless beneath me as I tear you apart."

"Talking like that just tells me you lack any form of a spike and are trying to make up for it by pretending you have a sexual drive." Starscream scoffed.

The mech's optics narrowed. "I'm going to break you, Starscream. I knew a slave wouldn't bend to my will so easily. I'm prepared. I'm collecting all the equipment I'll need, still, but I'll break you eventually. And I'll be able to repair you if I ever have to go 'too far' with a lesson. You won't die on me. But you will suffer, you will learn, and you will be obedient."

Starscream snorted. "Yeah, Megatron tried that as well. Didn't work out."

The Autobot raised his servo, preparing to smack the Seeker's faceplates. Starscream instinctively flinched, his optics offlining as he waited for the impending strike, but it never came. His optics onlined, looking up at the mech who had now lowered his servo.

The Autobot smirked. "He did something to you. I'll finish what he started." He paused, a servo grasping Starscream's neck and feeling it. "You'll get a collar, you'll clean the apartment, you'll clean me, you'll do all that I will say, and you will pleasure me."

"If the other Autobots can't find my body, they'll know I'm still alive. And then they'll go looking for me. What makes you think you can keep me hidden away from them?"

"I have my methods." The Autobot released the Air Commander and stood up. "I'll begin your training tonight, Decepticon. Stay here while your new master picks up some items."

"'New master…' Sound like some terrible porno is about to start… Where the actors pretending to be school students are obviously too old, and the aft beating is too gentle, and they scream far too loud about it, and then the fragging is the fakiest of overloads and moans…."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Have you ever considered just going into the porn industry and do things legally with individuals who consent?"

"The things I will do to you no one would consent to."

"You'd be surprised… My mate watches some very… Intense porn."

"You're my slave, Starscream. And I'm going to greatly enjoy myself using you." He smiled menacingly.

"You'll never break me. I'll be escaping within the orn and you'll be dead." The Air Commander replied matter-of-factly.

The Autobot just gave a dry chuckle. "You can dream, Seeker."

"And you can get stuck in a door way with that fat aft of yours and die from pump failure, Autobot."

"Master. You shall call me master."

Starscream snorted a snicker. "Seriously? Someone is very delusional… What's your designation? Is it Gasket or some other weird grounder thing?"

"Master." He turned and headed for the door.

"Whatever, Gasket…"

The Autobot closed the door behind him, leaving the chained Seeker alone. Starscream tried flicking his wings, but still couldn't.

"Why do the freaks always have to find me…?"

Starscream lied on the cold floor for several joors, falling in and out of recharge. His joints were sore from being tightly chained constantly, but no matter how much he struggled they wouldn't loosen.

He tried perking his wings when he heard the Autobot return. The sound of him screw driving, hammering, welding, and moving metal came from the main room. It lasted for a couple of joors before the door slid open and the Autobot came into the berthroom. He went to work screwing metal rings into the wall where support beams were located to ensure they could not come out. Then, he welded them onto the wall. He added metal rings and hooks to the ceiling where support beams were, also welding them. He nailed and welded metal bars over the window, welded the berth to the floor, and attached rings to the legs of the berth in the same fashion as the others.

Once he had completed his work he took his tools and supplies and went into the main room. He was gone for less than a breem before returning to the Seeker. He got on his knees before the flier, and placed a metal collar around Starscream's neck. Using the welder, he welded the clasp closed. Starscream snapped his jaws, unable to fight back in any other way. The Autobot smirked, ignoring him to attach a chain to a loop on the collar, then welding that as well.

He left once more to put away his equipment, then came back with a thin, metal rod, an energy whip, and something else Starscream wasn't sure of. The Autobot first removed the chains from Starscream's wings, and the Seeker flicked them before twitching them. Then the ankles were freed. Starscream's frame tensed, preparing for what would be released next.

The Autobot turned the Decepticon onto his front, a knee pressing on his backplates between the wings. He grabbed his wrists, and removed the cuff from one wrist.

The Seeker reacted.

He activated his thrusters, twisting himself around as he did so. The Autobot grabbed at him, but was thrown off. Starscream spun around, clawing at the Autobot's faceplates, kicking him in the abdomen, and making those fierce, almost beastly sounds Seekers made when in combat to strike fear in their enemies.

But the Autobot was not afraid. He punched the Decepticon, but the ferocity of the Seeker was more than he expected. Like a savage beast desperate to live, Starscream lashed out at the Autobot. Clawing, punching, kicking, and biting, desperate to get the upper servo and tear his enemy apart.

The Autobot growled when Starscream managed to tear a deep gash across his left cheekplates. The Air Commander took his chance and bolted for the door. He was about to run out it when the chain attached to his collar went taunt and he squawked as his neck was jerked back, but his peds kept going forward, causing him to ungracefully land on his backside. He leaped to his peds, denta barred, wings flared, engine growling, optics narrowed and glowing brightly. The Autobot held the other end of the chain, and slowly began to reel him in. Starscream planted his peds, grabbing at the chain and pulling back, but the grounder was stronger. He brought him in, closer and closer, until he was next to him.

"Knew you would attempt something like that." The grounder grumbled, keeping the chain short and taunt. "I'm not going to allow such behavior from my slave."

"Burn in hell." Starscream growled venomously, grabbing the mech's wrist that held the chain.

"Hmm," He smirked. "You're already there." He then shoved the Decepticon onto the berth.

Starscream started to get up, but the grounder pinned him down by the nape and wing. The Seeker struggled, kicking, growling, flicking his wings, trying everything he could, but the mech was far stronger. The Autobot paused, studying the smaller being beneath him. He released the Air Commander's wing to touch Starscream's side, along his waist and hip. Starscream's froze, then narrowed his optics.

"No foreplay, huh? Just straight into it?" He flicked his wings.

The Autobot looked up at him. "Oh, there will be foreplay when I do start to frag you, slave. But, not this orbital cycle. You're not trained enough for that."

"Let me go!" He renewed his struggling.

"Cease fighting me or else." The Autobot harshly growled.

"Or else what? You'll kill me? Yeah, like I haven't been threatened before…"

The Autobot grasped the metal rod he had brought, raised his arm high, then brought the rod down hard across the Seeker's backplates.

"Argh!" Starscream cried out, jerking away from the pain, then trying to attack.

The Autobot yanked the chain hard, then lifted it up, forcing the Seeker onto the tips of his peds. Starscream grasped at the chain just before he was yanked across the room and forced to stand beneath one of the hooks in the ceiling. The grounder tethered the chain to it, keeping it taunt and the Seeker on the tips of his peds. Starscream yanked at the chain as he activated his thrusters, but the Autobot grasped a leg and started to pry open panels. Starscream kicked at him, flicking his wings, trying to get free. The Autobot unsubspaced an energy knife and stabbed the Seeker's ankle, opening the plating, then cutting at wires. The thruster powered down, the wires controlling it being severed. The Autobot released that ped then attacked the other, soon deactivating the other thruster.

Starscream kept kicking and pulling at the chain, hanging now, unable to escape. He looked back just in time to see the first of many swings. He cried out when the metal rod struck across his back, then wing, then thigh, and just wherever it landed.

The Autobot continued to viciously beat the poor Seeker without any mercy or signs of letting up. Starscream cried out from each blow, desperately trying to escape, but the chain was too strong. His frame was soon covered in leaking dents, and he was becoming weak from the fighting and the beating. But he couldn't let his enemy know that.

The Autobot finally ceased with the beating when the Seeker was no longer struggling.
He set the rod down on the desk, then untied the chain from the hook. Starscream jumped back, almost stumbling over from his damaged ankles and the immense pain he was in. He flicked his wings, engine growling, ready for another fight.

"Sit." The Autobot pointed at the berth.

Starscream grabbed at the chain, his optics narrowing. He glared at the Autobot, defiantly staying standing.

"Sit." The grounder growled, grabbing the whip and holding it out.

Starscream eyed the whip. "What, so that I can be raped?" He snapped, flicking his hurting wings.

"I'm not interfacing you, yet. You have more training to do. Now, sit."

Starscream glanced at the whip, then the berth. If he didn't sit he would be hurt even more, but why did he need to sit? Of how much he hated it, he had to avoid being hurt so he had a better chance of escaping. Wounded and leaking would only make it too difficult to fight back and survive. He would need to be as physically healthy and as undamaged as possible. Just as he had to sometimes suck up to Megatron to keep from getting a beating, he would probably have to do the same with this Autobot.

The Air Commander flicked his wings before tentatively sitting on the berth.

"Good." The Autobot smiled, setting down the whip. "You did well." He then patted Starscream's helm as if he were a pet, only pissing the Seeker off more.

The Autobot grabbed the other item he had brought into the room and messed with the straps on it until he was holding a short metal rod that had a little bit of a curve in the middle. On either side of this metal rod was another metal piece that was 90 degrees downward. At the end of these two metal pieces was a circle where straps were tired to. Straps also connected to where the pieced of metal touched on either side.

Before Starscream could figure out what was happening, the Autobot grabbed his mandible, pinching his mouth open, then forced the metal bit in. The curve in the bit allowed his glossa to not be pressed, but once the Autobot started to fasten the straps behind the Seeker's helm, the pressure from the bit on his mouth corners became obvious. Starscream reached up to grab the bridle, but the Autobot slapped his servos away.

"Don't." The grounder ordered sternly, pointing a digit at the flier.

Starscream flicked his wings, but allowed the Autobot to finish buckling the bridle on. He clenched his denta onto the bit, too angry to feel humiliated. At least no one else was around to see this.

"Why are you doing this?" Starscream demanded, his glossa not able to move too well as he spoke.

"I like it." The Autobot replied nonchalantly.

Starscream felt the reins hanging down from the shanks, He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Skywarp had made him wear something like this before for a kinky night or two. But he trusted and loved his trinemates. He wasn't sure why this Autobot was doing this.

The grounder took a step back to admire the bridled Seeker. "Does it hurt?"

"Pinches my mouth. Not that you care…"

"I do, because I need this to fit you." He said as he started to adjust it around the mouth, loosening it a little. "Better?"

"A bit…"

"These cheek guards of yours are in the way…"

"Don't touch them." He flicked his wings.

"I will later. Your mouth could be a big larger… I measured everything while you were in stasis lock… I'll make adjustments later." He took the reins and gave them a tug. "Get up."

Starscream flicked his wings, but did so to avoid another beating. He crossed his arms, glaring at the Autobot. "Is your designation Sprocket?"

"Master." He turned the Seeker to face towards the door before getting behind him.

"Gearshift?"

"Master." He moved the reins to be on either side of Starscream's helm as he held them from behind.

"Piston? Muffler? Fender? Axle? Bullet? Nitro?"

"Master." He held the reins and the chain attached to the collar with one servo as his other grabbed a crop from where it and other items for pain hung from the wall.

"I'm not calling you 'master.' What did your carrier designate you? Is it something weird? Um… Backstreet? Dodger? Gudgeon? Tappet? Radial?"

The Autobot flicked his wrist and gave Starscream's aft a sharp lash with the crop, while at the same time making a clicking sound with his glossa.

"Ouch!" Starscream jumped forward, spinning around only for the reins to be tugged and the bit yanked into his mouth corners. "Gah!" He bit down on the bit as he stepped back, trying to make the pressure go away. "The hell was that?!"

"That means forward." The Autobot yanked the left rein, making Starscream face away from him again.

Starscream grabbed at the reins, trying to relieve the pressure, only to get another hard lash from the crop on his rear.

"What is your problem?! I am a Seeker! An aerial warrior from an ancient warrior culture literally designed and augmented over generations to be a superior and fierce fighter! I AM NOT A ZAP PONY!" He shrieked, fists balled at his sides as he faced the Autobot.

The grounder didn't react other than to grab Starscream's shoulders and force him to turn around again. "Another outburst like that and you'll be punished."

Starscream rolled his optics. "Roadblock?"

"Master. You will call me Master."

"Bombshock? Shellshock? Circuit? Wideload?"

The Autobot rolled his optics before stomping forward and yanking the reins. Starscream almost stumbled over, quickly catching his balance as he reluctantly followed the grounder. He was taken into the main room of the apartment, seeing a decent sized area with an old couch, large vid screen, a table and chairs, a window, door to washroom, some shelves, a small energon storage room, and the door out. The window already had bars welded over it, and more hooks welded into the walls and ceiling. The door had a large bolt lock, and a security system.

"Not bad. Furnish this yourself?"

"Sit." The Autobot pointed to the couch.

"Why?"

"When I give you a command you don't question it, you obey."

"You sound like Megatron."

"Sit." He growled.

"Now you sound like a younger Megatron who still clung to the idea that I would listen to him."

"Now, slave."

"Now you just sound like my mate when we're bonding."

The Autobot grasped Starscream's arm and forced him to sit on the couch. Starscream flicked his wings, his sore body sending a wave of pain from being practically thrown down.

"Listen and listen well, Decepticon." The Autobot jabbed a digit into the Seeker's face. "I am about to just start beating you for every smart comment and disobedience you make. Understand?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a little deaf in this audio receptor. Repeat?" He gave a smug smirk.

The Autobot slapped him across the faceplates hard. Starscream didn't make a sound, his wings flicking and optics narrowing.

"I will chain you and whip you until there's nothing left on your back."

"Megatron has beaten you to that a million times."

"I'm not Megatron."

"Of course not. His fetish isn't treating someone like a zap pony to fulfill bestiality fantasies. He's into sensations."

"I don't want to know what Megatron did in the bethroom."

"He did me."

"So, the rumors are true?"

"Depends on the rumors. Did Megatron stick it in my aft? That is something I shall never reveal the truth to."

"I don't want to know. Shut up."

"He said that a lot while doing it, too."

"Another word that isn't a 'yes, master' or 'no, master' I will turn you over and flog you. Got it?"

Starscream bit down on the bit, glaring at the Autobot, but said nothing.

"'Yes, Master.' Say it."

"I'm not calling you 'master.'"

The Autobot yanked the reins, forcing Starscream to stand and dragged him over to a hook on the wall. He tethered him to it, not giving him much length to move. He then took the chain and tied it to a hook on the ceiling, hanging the Seeker a little. Starscream grabbed at the chain, pulling at it, his wings perking when he heard an energon whip powering on. His optics offlined, feeling like he was back with Megatron, chained in the torture chamber or Megatron's berthroom, about to be punished yet again for simply existing.

The Autobot began to rain down savage lashes onto the Seeker's frame, striking his backplates, wings, aft, thighs, shoulder vents, anything that the whip landed across. Starscream froze, the pain of the whip all too familiar. He had learned long ago that when being punished, when being hurt, he had to remain still. Otherwise, more pain would be dealt to his body. He clutched the chain, hissing from the searing pain burning through his system. It wasn't the worst pain he had felt. No, Megatron used far worse whips on him with multiple tails. And beat the absolute slag out of him with his fists, metal rods, metal clubs, table legs, throwing him against furniture and the wall, or just tear off body parts. In honesty, he rather get a flogging like this from the deluded Autobot than one of Megatron's wrathful trouncings.

"You going to behave now?" The Autobot demanded after about fifty lashes, grasping Starscream's chin and making him look up at him.

Starscream glared at him, wings flaring. How much he would love to disembowel and decapitate that disgusting grounder, but surviving came first. And just like Megatron, compliance, obedience, and submission sometimes was the best option.

"Yes, sir." Starscream growled out, wings flicking as he glared icily.

"'Yes, Master.' Say it or else." The Autobot tightened his grip on the Seeker's chin.

Starscream winced. It felt like Megatron holding him. Powerful, uncaring, in command. The Air Commander exhaled through his vents, swallowing some pride, knowing he couldn't fight out of this place just yet. He had to survive.

"Yes… Master." He said it distastefully.

"You're going to learn to obey me, Starscream." Master growled. " You will be an obedient slave or else your life will be a living hell." He paused. "What are you supposed to say?"

Starscream flicked his wings. "Yes, Master."

"Good." He then proceeded to untie the flier. "You're going to clean the apartment. I want it flawless. If you do not achieve this then you will be tied to the berth and beaten until you fall into stasis lock from the pain. Is that clear?"

"Transparently." Starscream gave half roll of his optics.

Master lashed the end of the chain across Starscream's face, ignoring his yelp of pain. "Want to be flogged again?"

"No, sir." Starscream angrily rubbed his hurting faceplates.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"No, Master."

"Go clean."

"May I remove this… Thing?" He gestured at the bridle.

"No. You need to learn to get use to it."

"I am. May I remove it, now?"

Master grabbed the reins and pulled them on either side of Starscream's shoulder vents, making them tear into his mouth. He then tied them securely behind the Seeker's helm, ensuring the Seeker would not have any respite from the digging bit.

"Cleaning supplies is in the closet. Work." He snapped before stomping off.

Starscream bit down on the metal bit, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He looked back, flicking his wings before flicking a rude Vosian gesture at the Autobot's back.

Master stepped into the berthroom, leaving the Decepticon alone. Starscream paused, waiting to see if he would step out, but the door remained closed. The Seeker quickly, but quietly, went to the window, checking if he could remove the metal bars without making any sound, or requiring tools he didn't posses.

He grabbed the metal bars and gave them a hard tug. Solid. He flicked his wings, studying how they were welded onto the window frame, looking for a weak spot. He stood on the tips of his peds and peered out the window, seeing that they were in a tower near the top, other towers all around. The city looked empty, many buildings still damaged and in ruins from the war.

He looked back at the door, debating which exit would be best to try and weaken. The window or the door. He quietly made his way to the door and checked the locks, engine growling at how secure they were. This Autobot knew what he was doing.

The Seeker was still scrutinizing the door's security when a servo grasped his wing from behind and slammed the Seeker against the floor. Starscream cried out from the sudden attack, his abused body sending searing waves of pain throughout his systems. He was brutally kicked in the side, then stomped on.

The Decepticon curled in the fetal position, his processor telling him Megatron was beating him, and he had to just lie there and take it. Fighting back would only result in more pain. He had to be submissive.

"I told you to clean up, didn't I?" The Autobot spat, standing over the Air Commander. "I didn't say to go poking around and try to escape!" He savagely gave the Seeker another kick. "Get up!" He barked.

Starscream slowly did so, a servo holding his wounded side. Master backhanded him across the faceplates, eliciting a pained squawk from the Seeker. Starscream rubbed his hurting cheekplates, wings low, but glaring at the Autobot.

"Clean, now." He growled.

Starscream defiantly flicked his wings. "Yes… Master." He almost purred it, but in a venomous manner.

The Decepticon stomped off to the closet, opened it, and grabbed a mop. He glared at the Autobot murderously, flaring his wings. Master closed the distance between them with such speed, and grasped Starscream's mandible, forcing him to look up at him as he got his face in the Seeker's.

"Watch the attitude, slave." He growled. "I haven't used my biggest whip or cable on you yet. And I don't need to keep your faceplates all pretty to be able to enjoy the rest of you." He said the last part as he aggressively grasped Starscream's codpiece, fondling it.

Starscream shoved him back, flicking his wings and holding the mop as a weapon. "Don't touch me." He growled.

The Autobot snatched the mop away from him without much effort and smacked it across the Seeker's helm. "You don't learn, do you?"

Starscream quickly stepped back as the Autobot stomped forward. He bumped against a wall, unable to get away before the Autobot attacked. The mop handle rained down on him, striking wherever it landed. The Seeker tried defending himself, but the chain was grasped and he found himself being hung as the Autobot kept swinging.

He was thrown down, stomped on, kicked, beaten with the mop, and the chain whipped across his frame for several kliks. When it was finally over, the Seeker was leaking all over, his wounds from the whip reopened, his frame covered in more dents, his lip plate torn, an optic shattered, and clutching his damaged side.

"Clean." Master harshly ordered, dropping the mop beside the injured Seeker.

Starscream curled into himself as he heard the Autobot stomp off. He lied there for nearly a breem, trying to calm down his systems. He wasn't doing a very good job at this surviving thing…

Weakly, painfully, he slowly stood up, taking the mop and returning to the closet. He grabbed the cleaning supplies he needed and begun on the slow, painful task of cleaning the apartment. He mopped the floors, wiped all the shelves and furniture, cleaned the washroom, and even the windows. He paused outside the berthroom door before palming it open and entering, his wings lowering.

"I cleaned the apartment…. Master." He said softly, weak from the multiple beatings he had and not wanting another.

"Good." Master didn't even look at him as he sat on the berth perusing a datapad.

Starscream stood there, not sure what to do for an uncomfortable klik before speaking. "Now, what?"

Master looked up at him finally. "Come here." He gestured him over.

Starscream cautiously approached, hesitated, then climbed onto the berth. Master grasped the chain and yanked him closer, eyeing him for a moment before reaching up and unbuckling the bridle. Starscream rubbed at his sore mouth once the bit was removed, giving his jaws a rotation to ease the joints.

Master tossed the bridle onto the nightstand, then resumed his reading. Starscream watched him for a moment, finally relaxing a little. He lied down on the berth, realizing just how exhausted and weak he really was. He was sore all over, pain still pulsating through his frame from his injuries. He lied there, optics offline, trying not to think about his situation. He needed rest and to clear his processor for a moment so he could think clearly about a plan to escape. And when he escaped where he could go. If the Decepticons had lost… He would need to find his trinemates and Seekers. He had to save them. And then… He needed to flee with them. Go to another planet. Just live far away from these callous Autobots.

He was startled when the collar was yanked by the chain, forcing him to sit up. His wings lowered watching Master as the Autobot stood up.

"Come." He grunted, tugging the chain again.

Starscream slid off the berth and followed the grounder. He took the Seeker to a metal ring on the wall that had been welded there earlier.

"Sit." Master pointed at the floor by the ring.

Starscream flicked his wings, knowing what was about to happen. He sat down, avoiding another potential beating. Master then tied the chain to the ring, securing it with a padlock. It was a short chain, only allowing the Seeker to sit or lie down against the wall, but not able to stand or otherwise move about.

Master grabbed a blanket from the desk and tossed it at the Seeker. "That's your berth, slave. Recharge quietly and I'll refuel you in the morning."

Starscream glared at him, but remained silent. Starting a fight while chained and injured would not end well for him. He sat there, watching as the grounder returned to his berth and lied down. The lights went off, leaving them in only darkness. Starscream stayed sitting for some time before finally lying down, having to keep his back pressed against the wall so the chain wouldn't be taunt.

His optics dimmed, thinking as he lied there. He unsubspaced a red datapad and onlined it. His wings drooped as he flipped through images of his trinemates, some he was with them, some of just one of them. Thundercracker's rare smile appearing, Skywarp's lopsided grin, those two kissing their trineleader. All their love and craziness for each other evident in all their photos.

He swallowed, feeling his spark sinking inside him. They could be dead, injured, or slaves as well. He needed them. Needed to be held by them, feel them hugging him, kissing him, hear them telling him how much they loved him… He needed his trine.

He bit his lower lip plate, feeling a chill course through his systems at the thought they might be dead or being hurt. They needed to be safe. They needed to be alive. He needed them. He had to escape and find them. He had to.

He offlined the datapad and subspaced it, not wanting Master to notice and try to take it. It was all he had of his trinemates and Seekers.

The Air Commander, proud Alpha of the Seekers and Second Command of the Decepticons, curled in himself on the cold, dirty floor, a tight collar around his neck and dents and tears over his body. He reset his optics, not wanting to cry. He wouldn't be broken. Not so easily. Not tonight.

He offlined his optics and fell into recharge.

Starscream slowly onlined the next morning to see Master walking around the room and preparing to leave. The Seeker felt sore and exhausted despite his long recharge cycle, his wounds taking their toll on his frame. He slowly sat up, the injuries aching and pulsating with angry pain through his systems. He leaned against the wall, not able to do anything else but sit there in agony and idly watch his enslaver.

Master finally noticed he was online and spoke. "How do you feel, slave?"

Starscream's optics narrowed. "Fine until I saw you still alive." He grunted.

The grounder shot him a dirty look. "Watch it, Starscream. It's not too early to beat the slag out of you."

Starscream clenched his jaws, wanting to make a retort, but he had to not risk injury that could main or severely damper his chances of ever escaping. Instead, he glared murderously at the Autobot, growling his engine softly.

Master left the room and soon returned with a glass of energon. "Open your mouth."

"I can refuel myself." The Seeker growled, flicking his wings.

"Open your mouth or I will whip you until my arm falls off."

Starscream glared with narrowed optics before slowly opening his mouth. The Autobot pressed the glass to the Seeker's lip plates and allowed him to slowly drink his energon ration. Once the flier had finished, the Autobot set aside the glass and forced Starscream's mouth open, holding his mandible. He just held it, as if to inspect the Decepticon's mouth, but not really doing so. His servo eventually released the Air Commander's jaw and lowered, feeling along his neck, then down his chestplates. His servo continued to rove, feel, and molest the Seeker's frame until it came to his codpiece. Starscream instinctively grasped at Master's wrist, trying to protect himself, but the grounder slapped the blue servos away.

"Don't." He snarled, and Starscream retracted his hands, knowing worse may happen if he tried to defend himself.

The Autobot's servo felt all over the Seeker's codpiece and thighs, squeezing and rubbing. The Air Commander glared at him, imagining how he would kill. Slowly, painfully, and all the screams he would make as he died.

"You're mine." Master said a bit louder than a whisper, commanding. "You are my property. You obey me. Understood?"

Starscream just glared at him. He yelped when Master slapped him across the faceplates as hard as he could, denting them severely and causing energon to leak.

"Understood? Or do you need to be beaten until you are nothing but a pile of scrap?" He demanded venomously.

Starscream rubbed his hurting faceplates, still glaring at the Autobot. "Understood… Master."

Master smiled. "Good, little slave." He patted Starscream's helm in a patronizing manner.

The Seeker flicked his wings as Master stood up and walked away. The Seeker stayed there, chained to the wall and sitting on the cold floor, listening to what the grounder was doing in the other room. Eventually, he heard the front door open and the Autobot leave, locking the door behind him.

Starscream waited to make sure he was truly gone before grabbing at the chain and pulling. He desperately tried to break it from the ring or the collar, then tried breaking the metal ring. He pulled, yanked, chewed at, and did everything he could to break it, but nothing gave. He punched and attacked the wall around the ring, he searched through his subspace for anything of use, but only his special datapad, and some personal items were in there. No weapons, nothing sharp, nothing that could save him. He tried grabbing nearby objects, but everything was just out of reach.

After trying to escape for several joors, he finally gave up. He was stuck here. Stuck on the cold floor, stuck in this prison, stuck as a prisoner. He wouldn't be escaping this orbital cycle.

He lied there, exhausted from his struggling and his injuries, low on energon. He fell into recharge, too weak to do anything else.

He onlined with a start when Master stomped into the berthroom, finally home from wherever he had been all orbital cycle. He ignored his slave as he went about organizing and working some, making sure the apartment was truly Seeker proof, reading from his computer, and then going into the other room to watch the vid screen for a few joors. When he finally returned to the berthroom it was night and he was preparing for recharge.

He closed and locked the door, then untied the chain from the metal ring, giving it a tug for the Seeker to stand.

"Open." He ordered, holding a glass of energon in his other servo.

Starscream was too weak to argue, one glass of energon not nearly being enough to fuel a Seeker built. They required a minimum of six an orbital cycle. He opened his mouth and allowed the grounder to refuel him. The Autobot grasped his Seeker's mandible once he had finished and inspected his damaged faceplates.

"Hmm… It'll heal." He grunted, releasing the Seeker to put the now empty glass on the desk. He stretched his arm joints, studying the Seeker's body for a moment before speaking. "I think you are behaving enough we can move on."

"Move on?" Starscream's wing's perked a little.

Master tethered the chain to one of the legs at the foot of the berth. He then gestured to the berth. "Lean over and remove your codpiece."

Starscream felt his spark dropping, but hid it. "Sir, I-Master, I don't think that-"

"I am not asking you what you think. I am giving you a command. Lean." He snapped, pointing at the berth a little harsher.

"Please, I… I can give you a servojob instead!" The Seeker said quickly. "I-I can give you a sensual-"

"Lean over the berth or else I will beat you and not stop until you are either in stasis lock or dead!" He barked, done with Starscream not obeying him.

"Please, Master, don't-"

Master slapped him across the faceplates hard. "Lean over, or else you will suffer beyond what you have ever suffered before." He dangerously growled, his optics murderous, and his massive frame looming over the small flier.

Starscream swallowed. He had to survive. He had to get out of here to find his trinemates. He couldn't risk pissing off this grounder to the point he was beaten to death or unable to ever escape. But, despite all the battles he had fought in, all the beatings he had taken from Megatron, the thought of someone raping him… It terrified him. He had interfaced with his trinemates countless times, hell, even Megatron, but that was consensual. He had wanted it, he could tell them to stop or slow down. This… This was beyond his control. He should know. He had raped the enemy before. And now… This must be punishment for those sins.

His wings lowered as low as they could go as he stepped forward. He turned and placed his servos onto the berth, leaning over it. Master pressed his codpiece against Starscream's aft, his servos snaking up the Seeker's thin body, feeling his hips and tiny waist. Starscream bit his lower lip plate, starting to feel panic. He was as vulnerable as he could be to the enemy. A very large, powerful enemy at that. He was about to be hurt in such a painful, humiliating manner. And as a Seeker, as the Alpha, nothing was more degrading, pitiful, and dishonorable than to be raped, to be interfaced by a grounder.

Master began to send electrical currents into the Seeker's transformation seams, pleasuring him. He amorously rubbed Starscream's codpiece, tapping it impatiently.

"Open."

"Please…" Starscream almost whispered. "Don't do this…"

The Autobot only chuckled. "Open."

Starscream swallowed, knowing he had to survive, and that meant cooperating for now. He offlined his optics as he folded away his codpiece. He felt Master's digits rubbing his valve, felt that unwanted servo grasping and touching him all over down there, felt his honor and cleanliness for his trinemates soiled. He heard the grounder's codpiece slide away, felt that hardened spike touching just outside his valve, felt his spark dropping, biting back his fear of how much this was going to hurt.

Master directed his spike as he slid into his slave, then wrapped his arms around Starscream's waist. Starscream loudly gasped as he was penetrated, curling in some from the large thing entering his body. He grasped at the berthtop, gritting his denta.

Master smiled, enjoying how the Seeker felt already. He gave him a hard thrust, and the flier whimpered a moan. His cruel smile grew when the Seeker didn't try to escape, didn't move, just obediently stayed there.

"Good." He caressed the Decepticon's sides, savoring his smooth, curvaceous body.

He wrapped his arms firmly around that thin waist before he began. He thrust into the Seeker at a firm, but steady pace. Starscream whimpered and moaned, soon softly panting as his frame heated up. The large spike slid in and out of him, pressing against all of his sensory nodes, filling him with pleasure and some pain.

"Ohhhhh…. Hah…. Oh…. Mmmmm!" Starscream moaned between pants, whimpering less as his frame adjusted to the feeling of this spike and the thrusts. He bit his lip plate, his frame calming down some, the pain not as bad as he had expected. No, it… It wasn't bad at all. It felt almost like a normal interface session. Like… Like this person wasn't seeking to harm him, but simply enjoy some interface.

He dared to look back, seeing those uncaring optics, now filled with lust and desire to be satisfied. No love, no care, but they weren't murderous.

"Look ahead." Master grunted, giving the Seeker a cuff on the helm.

Starscream did so, moaning louder as the Autobot increased his ferocity in his thrusts. Starscream stared ahead, seeing only the head of the berth, the walls, and the nightstand. Nothing unique about them. Nothing to somewhat distract him to what was being done to him between his legs.

"You feel amazing." Master suddenly said, never ceasing in his furious humping. "Oh, Primus, do you feel good. No wonder Megatron kept you by his side all the time. And so tight still despite being used so much. Oh, we are going to have so much fun. Morning, evening, throughout the orbital cycle… I'm never going to be outside of you."

Starscream swallowed, feeling his spark drop. He quickly reset his optics and he felt static filling them. He wouldn't cry. Not in front of him. He would win. He would escape. No matter how hopeless and scared he was, he would escape and be free.

Master pushed his slave down against the berth, pinning him by the nape. He kept thrusting, pounding brutally into the Seeker, gaining speed and ferocity as his climax neared. It was slow, lasting a couple of kliks, and Starscream felt himself nearing an overload as well.

"Ah!" Master growled as he overloaded, cumming heavily into the Seeker, his fluids splurting out of the Seeker's valve, coating their codpieces and thighs.

That rush of surplus energy from his captor, and the explosion of transfluid into his valve was enough to cause the Seeker to also overload, whimpering through it. It wasn't the best overload, nothing like what his trinemates gave him, not satisfying at all. But it was still an overload, and his frame enjoyed it for what it was worth.

Starscream swallowed, his wings as low as they could go, feeling like a disgusting slut. More so since he had overloaded as well. That his body had gotten enjoyment out of that. And knowing someone other than his trinemates was in him… Had overloaded him and filled him with their nanites… It was more than humiliating. It was shameful, dishonorable. He felt disgusting. Filthy. Like he had betrayed his trinemates and no longer was worthy of their love. That they would look at him in disgust, not wanting to touch a filthy whore like him, much less make love to him ever again.

He needed them. He loved them. He couldn't let them see him like this or ever find out. He had to be with them again! He needed his trinemates, his life partners, his best friends, his lovers, his everything. He wanted to be held by them, kissed, hugged, told how much they cared… To have them tickling him as they cuddled on the berth, never letting him go, only unconditional love between them. To feel their nuzzling olfactory sensors against his, their servos roving over his body, their bodies pressed so close together, and just… He needed them in every way.

He wiped at the coolant threatening to leak out, not wanting the Autobot to see. He reset his optics, swallowing hard, trying to think about something else. Something that wouldn't make him cry.

"You did well, slave." Master said it gently, pleased with his slave as he rubbed the damaged wings, giving the flier some form of an award. "I'll let you recharge now. And in the morning we will do it again."

Starscream gasped as the Autobot pulled out of him. He remained leaning over the berth, scared that he would be hurt if he moved without being ordered to. He yelped when Master gave him a hard smack across the aft.

"Need to play with that more, too." The grounder smiled, eyeing the Seeker's rear end. "Close up and get on the berth." He then began to untie the chain from the berth's leg.

Starscream stood up, waiting for the Autobot to finish before getting onto the berth. He was then tethered to the head of the berth, and the lights turned off. Master got into berth next to him and made him lie down. Starscream's body tensed as he was pulled against the larger mech, his back pressed against that broad chassis, feeling the codpiece pushing into his aft. Those powerful arms wrapped tightly around his smaller torso, and the warm exhales of his captor caressed his nape.

"Recharge, slave." Was the final command before the Autobot shut down and went into recharge himself.

Starscream swallowed, glad to be off the floor, but not wanting to be lying here with this Autobot, with his abuser, with his… his rapist. He wiped at his optics, forcing the coolant to stop flowing out. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't be weak. He would get out of this. He would. He had to. He had to be with his trinemates. Had to save them. He would get away, find them, and everything would be alright.

He could do this. He could play this game however long he had to. He just… He had to survive the rape and avoid the beatings. But he could do this. He could. What other choice did he have?

Tiredly, he offlined his optics, feeling warm from the large being holding him almost like he mattered. He shut down his systems and fell into recharge himself.

Finally got this chapter done. Sorry, depression and life sucking slows me down. So much to do, so little time and willpower to do it all.

So, yeah, this fic is going to be a tough read with all the shit Starscream will suffer through. Because... I love him so must make him suffer. :/

Sadly, when you are in a situation you cannot fight back, you sometimes have to do what your abuser says. And it's the worst feeling ever. Trust this abuse victim.

Bits are abuse. They hurt horses, even have caused horses to lose half their tongues. They are just like shock, prong, and choke collars for dogs. Only bring pain, don't actually train, and can cause lasting damage. Actual training and positive reinforcement is the PROPER way to handle non-human animals and children. NEVER pain! You can read more about bit abuse in my Educational Journal on my deviantART about horse racing and animal entertainment. Just google for "Ga-Maleven on DeviantART) and it's all there.

Also, please read the last "chapter" of my fic An Attempt to Raise a Sparkling. The last "chapter" is all of my headcanons for Seeker culture, how Cybertronians reproduce, etc. I recently updated it, too. So, if you have not ever read any of my fics before, that's where you should go so you don't get confused or anything.

After I finish this fic I'll work on the sequel to A Prince of Vos.

Anyway, please share, fave, comment, draw me fanart, and most importantly, GO VEGAN! :)