TFP: Freedom at a Price

Title: Freedom at a Price
Pairing: slight Arcee/OMC; Starscream/Arcee; Cliffjumper/Arcee
Rating for cut version: M
Warnings for cut version: angst, abuse, AU, bondage, death (not main characters), gore, h/c, het, non-con, violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: (Transformers Prime) Sequel to Prisoner of a Sadistic Seeker. If you haven't all ready, read it first. fav.me/d350r97

Hanging limply from chains latched around her wrists, Arcee groaned as she slowly woke, wishing she had remained cocooned in blissful darkness, entire frame raw with pain from welts formed by whips and gouge marks on her hips and fairings formed by Starscream's talons. Lubricant stained her dainty face, mounds of her chassis, her taut abdomen, the delicate petals of her valve, her firm aft, and her long, elegant legs. Only two days had passed, and Starscream had made good on his threat to teach her place under his authority. She was on the brink of going insane. She had endured abuse throughout her life, but nothing like this, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. She didn't understand what was taking her teammates so long to rescue her, and her spark twisted in bitterness, but that bitterness quickly turned to sorrow when she thought about Cliffjumper. She wanted to believe that he was still alive, being repaired by Ratchet, but she knew being dropped from the Nemesis could have proved fatal to Cliffjumper. Her anxious thoughts dispersed when a sharp twinge shot up both her wrists from the chains digging in, dried energon coating the thick metal. No matter how much she squirmed to find an angle to alleviate the pressure, she couldn't find any relief. Her aft port was stinging badly too, delicate passage torn and rubbed raw by Starscream's constant abuse. Mercifully, Starscream had yet to claim her valve, so her virgin seal was still intact, but she didn't know how much longer that would last. It was only a matter of time before Starscream decided to steal her last shred of innocence, with the exception of her spark. For now, her life mass was untouched as well, but again, it was only a matter of time, and if her teammates didn't show up soon, she'd be nothing more than a broken shell.

The door to her cell opened, and she tensed, expecting Starscream to step inside, but a tall, dark mech she had never seen before stepped through, visor flickering at the sight of her. This was unexpected, since she remembered Starscream giving orders to low ranking soldiers, and even Soundwave, to not enter her cell without him being present, and she didn't like the lustful look the mech was giving her. She knew she was being too hopeful, but maybe this mech could help her.

"Please…help me," Arcee whimpered. "Help me escape, and the Autobots will grant you asylum. You'll be protected from Decepticon retribution, and you'll be greatly rewarded by Optimus Prime. I swear."

"Yeah…I'll help you," the mech chuckled.

She knew from his tone that she was in trouble, and she thrashed against the chains, desperate to escape from the mech and the wicked glint in his visor. He stepped closer, massive servo dipping between her kicking legs, rubbing her lubricant stained thighs, causing her to scream in panic as his palm cupped the hot center between her legs.

"N--No! Don't! Stop!" Arcee shrieked, nearly retching when his fingers moved through her delicate folds. "Get away from me!"

"Shut up!" the mech hissed.

A violent slap burned across Arcee's face, and she fell limp except for an occasional twitch, bottom lip busted open and cheek dented from the power of the blow. The mech laughed cruelly and used his other servo to fondle the mounds of her chassis.

"Why should that slagger Starscream get you all to himself?" the mech growled, talons digging into one of her mounds, causing her to whimper. "We all deserve a turn with you…but I get the feeling you wouldn't survive that experience, little Autobot."

"Please…don't do this," Arcee muttered.

"I told you to shut up!" the mech roared.

Another slap seared her face, followed by another, and another, helm whipping back and forth from the brutal hits. Tears dribbled down her dented cheeks as she was overwhelmed by pain. It felt like her face was on fire and would soon cave in if the blows continued, but the hits suddenly stopped when the mech froze. Her optics drifted down to his chassis, gasping at the sight of long, sharp talons jutting out his chassis, jagged metal sparking and leaking energon. The mech howled in agony, and his visor flashed brightly before growing dim, tossed aside like a rag doll.

Starscream emerged from the shadows and shook his energon soaked servo clean while snarling, "Those who touch what is mine deserve to rot! Useless piece of scrap!" His gaze turned to her, and he stormed forward, roughly grasping her chin, tilting her helm back and forth to examine her. "Hmm…minimal damage. Easy enough to repair. I can't detect any other lubricant besides mine." He smirked at her. "Good. I won't have to place you in the decontamination chamber before having any more fun with you."

Her spark twisted in rage. She had just been beaten and all he cared about was if some other mech's lubricant had spilled inside her. With lightening speed, she bit down on his servo, several fingers getting trapped between her gnashing dentals. He yowled in pain and jumped around, desperately trying to pull free, but she only sank her dentals harder and deeper into his digits. She grunted around the digits when his fist slammed into the side of her helm, but she refused to let go, continuing to gnaw on his digits, energon spurting into her mouth. Three more blows landed on her helm, and it was the fourth hit that wrenched his servo free, helm whipping back. Lowering her helm back down, she grinned at him, three fingers sticking between her dentals. The gnawed stumps on his left servo leaked profusely, and his optics darkened, giving her a murderous glare.

"You fraggin' whore!" Starscream shouted, lunging forward, wrapping his right servo around her neck and squeezing hard, making her gag and wince. "You'll pay for this! You're going to regret every being sparked! I'll tear you apart, starting with your valve! You're going to beg for death!"

His rant was cut off when a loud bang resounded from another portion of the ship, and he quickly retreated from the room in a fury. She wheezed and spat the fingers from her mouth, spark pounding with hope that her teammates had finally arrived. Her processor was spinning from the punishing blows Starscream had dished out, and her vision was starting to fade. She fought to stay awake as the blasts grew louder. She had to be certain that help arrived, and when the door opened again, she sobbed in joy. Bumblebee dashed through and skidded to a stop in front of her, optics downcast when looking her over and letting out a pitiful whine.

"B--Bumblebee…" Arcee whimpered, vision darkening. "Thank the…Allspark…"

Darkness covered her optics, and the last thing she remembered was being freed of the chains biting into her wrists. Three days passed before she finally woke up, finding herself on a medical berth, damaged face, neck, and groin plating repaired. She had been so expertly mended that no one would have guessed she had experienced such horrible trauma, but her processor and spark were far from healed. The memories of being tortured by Starscream were still fresh, and she doubted the horrors she suffered would ever leave her mind. When she tried to sit up from the berth, a servo gently grasped her shoulder and held her in place.

"Easy, Arcee," Ratchet stated. "You haven't fully recovered yet."

"Cliffjumper! Where is he?!" Arcee yelled, suddenly remembering her lost partner.

"Right beside you," Ratchet answered, motioning for her to turn around.

She was relieved to find Cliffjumper resting on another medical berth, tubes connecting to his helm and chassis. His body appeared fully repaired, with the exception of his right horn, which was still busted and nothing more than a stump.

"He'll make a full recovery," Ratchet stated, "but he needs time for that, and he won't be involved in any future missions any time soon…and neither will you."

"What?!" Arcee snapped, yanking her shoulder free from his grip. "That's a bunch of slag! I feel fine, and I have patrol rounds to complete!"

"Arcee! Wait!" Ratchet growled, blocking her as she tried to walk out of the med bay. "You've suffered…so much…and you need more time to recover! You're not ready to be out in the field yet!"

Arcee jabbed Ratchet in the chassis and snarled, "I don't take orders from you, medic!"

"But you do take them from me."

Arcee tensed and turned around, growling as Optimus stared down at her and rested a servo on her shoulder, gently rubbing her tense metal.

"If Ratchet says you need more time…I must ask you to follow his recommendations," Optimus sighed.

"So…you're ordering me to stay put in this base and never leave?" Arcee spat. "Are you suggesting that I'm no longer fit to--"

"It's not permanent," Optimus soothed, "and no one is questioning your abilities as a warrior. You are an invaluable member of this team, and you always will be. We just want to make sure your strength has fully returned and you are of sound mind before going back out into battle."

"If you and the others had shown up sooner…then none of this…how could you leave me there for so long?!" Arcee growled, tears burning her optics, body trembling violently.

Optimus embraced her and rubbed the back of her helm, remaining silent as she struggled to break free. She wanted to be strong, but the abuse she had endured had taken a terrible toll on her, and she broke down into heavy sobs, eventually sagging in Optimus' arms.

"Forgive me, Arcee," Optimus murmured. "The search for you took longer than expected. The Nemesis is hard to track…but I should have tried harder to find you. It pains me to know that you suffered…and that you thought we had abandoned you. We would never do such a thing. I would search every inch of this planet and to the far corners of the galaxy--"

"Enough!" Arcee snapped, but her mood lightened, and she gave Optimus a shaky smile. "I don't need you getting all sappy on me."

A different servo grasped her shoulder, and her helm lifted up, gasping at the sight of Cliffjumper struggling to keep upright, tubes stretching and straining from the distance he had walked.

"A--Arcee…it's so good…to see you again," Cliffjumper stammered.

Fresh tears spilling from her optics, she lunged for Cliffjumper, arms wrapping tightly around his chassis, making him grunt as several tubes were knocked into. It was so good to hear his voice, to touch him, to feel his spark beat beneath his chassis, proving that this was real and not a dream.

"I--It's so good to see you too," Arcee whimpered. "I thought you might have been…"

Cliffjumper chuckled, "It's going to take more than a long fall to kill me off." His optics darkened, and he looked away in shame. "I'm…sorry…I couldn't…save--"

"Don't," Arcee growled. "Just…don't."

"I'm sorry," Cliffjumper repeated, hugging her tighter.

"Shut up," Arcee whimpered, burying her face into his chassis.

Falling silent, both desperately clung to each other for comfort.

Months passed, and both Arcee and Cliffjumper recovered from their wounds and were allowed to take on reconnaissance missions again, but Optimus wouldn't let either participate in battles, always calling Ratchet for a ground bridge when things got too dangerous. Cliffjumper was frustrated from not being able to fight, but Arcee was infuriated. There had been plenty of opportunities she could have gotten her servos on Starscream, but Optimus always butted in and let Bumblebee or Bulkhead deal with the seeker. If she could have had her way, Starscream would be a mass of broken, charred metal, and Optimus obviously sensed her hostile intentions. She didn't understand why Optimus had to interfere. Starscream deserved a painful death for what he had done to her and Cliffjumper, not mercy.  With Optimus and Ratchet keeping a close optic on her, she would have no choice but to wait for an opportune moment to sneak off and put a painful end to Starscream's existence.

Currently, Optimus, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead were fighting Megatron and Starscream in the desert, not too far from the base. With Ratchet guarding the ground bridge and awaiting further orders, this would be her opportune moment to leave the base without being noticed. Having memorized the coordinates of the fight, she could easily drive there in no time and ambush Starscream.

"Where are you going?"

Arcee whipped around in shock, finding Cliffjumper staring down at her. "Just…stretching my legs. I hate being cooped up."

"I'll join you then," Cliffjumper stated with a grin.

"Thanks…but I'd rather go alone," Arcee muttered, turning back around.

"Hmm…so you're not going to sneak out and try to tear out Starscream's spark?" Cliffjumper asked.

Arcee stopped again, condensation forming on her brow. "What…would give that idea?"

Cliffjumper stepped closer and placed his servo on her shoulder. "I know you, Arcee."

"Cliff…please…let me go," Arcee pleaded. "Just pretend you never saw me."

Cliffjumper shook his helm. "I can't do that."

"I can handle Starscream!" Arcee snarled, processor snapping from her bottled rage, spinning around and shoving Cliffjumper's servo from her shoulder. "I'm sick of you mechs coddling me! It's because I'm a femme! You all think I'm weak and helpless! I'm not! I can fight! The only reason I was captured before was because of you! If you hadn't gone off half cocked none of this would have happened! It's your fault! If you hadn't been captured I wouldn't have had to offer up my body to Starscream to keep you alive! I was used over and over! Treated like a fraggin' pleasure drone!"

Cliffjumper remained silent as she continued to rant, hanging his helm and fighting back tears as her words stung his spark. When her rage quelled, she panted and wiped at her optics, and her spark sank in realization.

"Cliff…I didn't mean--" Arcee began.

"No…it was my fault," Cliffjumper interrupted, azure optics dimming. "My recklessness…cost you so much. You were harmed…because of me. My spark…aches…at the thought of the torment you went through. I'll never forgive myself. I relive that moment over and over. I never should have answered your com call. I should have just let the 'Cons drag me off and kill me. At least…you would have been spared."

Arcee lunged forward, knocking Cliffjumper to the floor, pinning him and slamming her lips over his mouth. He gasped in shock and remained frozen as she rained desperate kisses over his face.

"Don't ever say something so stupid again!" Arcee snarled. "I can't bear the thought of losing you! I would face Megatron and his entire army to save you no matter what horrible fate awaited me!" Hot tears dribbled down her cheeks to his face. "I'm sorry…about what I said. I didn't mean any of it. I was just so angry…and you're so easy to vent on. You always listen to me. I don't know how you can be so sweet to me. Please…forgive me."

"Arcee…don't ever call me sweet again," Cliffjumper grumbled.

She laughed as he smiled up at her, resting her face on his chassis as he tenderly stroked her back. His lips skimmed over the top of her helm, and she couldn't resist lifting her face, bringing their lips together in a tender kiss. His wandering servos massaged her shoulders and waist, causing her to mewl and wriggle around, jolting when his servos cupped and squeezed her aft.

"I'm sorry," Cliffjumper hissed as he yanked his servos away, cheeks burning in humiliation from losing control of his lust. "I shouldn't have done that."

Arcee grabbed his servos and placed the warm palms back on her aft. "I love your touch. It's so…gentle…and it makes me feel…good. Don't stop."

"We…should go someplace more private," Cliffjumper muttered. "If the others return--"

"I know," Arcee interrupted while scrambling up.

He followed her lead, and both raced to her quarters. Once the door was locked, she was back on him, pinning him against a wall and devouring his lips, glossa wildly thrusting into his mouth. His arms snaked around her back, servos drifting down and squeezing her aft while he positioned a thigh between her legs, causing her to gasp and writhe in his hold.

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