On-Her-Knees Solarflare
With Shockwave and Megatron. Suggested by Eclipse. NOT cannon, ever.

A length of chain ran from the thick collar at her neck, down along the floor to a ring embedded into the wall. Solarflare swayed on her feet, trying to stem the pain coming from the area where her wings used to be. Sparks still spat in occasional spurts from her back, raining down in cool golden arcs.

“You will remain standing,” an emotionless voice intoned from behind. A light purple hand gripped her strut with bruising force, enough to make her cry out in pain. “No speaking unless you are spoken to.”

Fear raced through her cortex as a shadow along one wall formed itself into Megatron’s towering grey bulk. “So,” he hissed, “this is the illustrious Solarflare, Starscream’s bane. Get her on her knees, Shockwave.”

“Yes, Lord Megatron.”

Hard, cold pain slammed into Flare’s shoulders. Metal cried out, as did she, at the incredible pressure. Down she went, falling face-first into Megatron’s foot. Almost delicately, the Decepticon commander lifted her chin with his toe, pressed it against her throat, choking her. “You will pay, little Solarflare.” The foot lifted back, then moved forward. Flare flew backwards against Shockwave, a trickle of coolant flowing from her broken lip components.

Hacking, her hands bound, Flare tipped forward, going into the tile. Shockwave’s none-too-gentle hand was there, digging and piercing her plating like it was cheese. “Up on your knees.”

Through pain-crazed optics, Solarflare looked up and saw Megatron moving towards her yet again, a large, fat cable dangling from his waist, the end curled in his hand. Solarflare’s cortex was like a rat jacked-up on cocaine, spinning in all directions but the proper one. Out of the corner of her optic, she saw a similar cable coming from Shockwave’s torso.

“NO!”