Years had passed since the Cybertronian war. It seemed like nothing more than a distant memory for most. The only reminder was the crippling consequences the Autobots had faced after their defeat. No one could really pinpoint what caused the defeat. All they knew was they had lost and they were suffering for it.
Megatron had made the empire he had always strived for. It was massive and mighty, taking over the planets that were within reasonable reach. He would not stop there but it had been a flourishing step for his long-term goals. Resources were becoming plentiful.
Not to mention he had more than enough 'willing' servos.
Slavery had been become the Autobot's fate after the war. They were enslaved and treated awfully. A punishment for their disloyalty during the final days of the war, Megatron had said. If they were going to ruin their planet, then they would sacrifice themselves to rebuild it. Any that attempted escape were quickly caught by the chief of 'justice' Barricade.
Pixel had been born an Autobot and it had been her fate to become a slave as well. It could have been worse. Much worse. She could have been forced to work in the brothels that had popped up around the city of Kaon. They were plentiful, and yet the femmes were not. Mechs were often used but the Decepticons preferred to dominant someone much smaller than themselves.
No, the young femme had been sent to work in the heart of the city. It was where Megatron resided and she did not know what it was rightly called. A palace? A castle? It looked more like a fortress to her. It mattered not as she scrubbed at the floors. Her knees ached and her servos cramped as she scrubbed the rag against the metal of the floor. There was easier ways of cleaning it but the Decepticons said that, "Easy work makes the slaves lazy."
Tears came to her optics but she quickly wiped them away. They would only make fun of her if they saw her cry, or worse, give her more of a reason to cry. She did not want to be hurt. All she longed for was a nice, warm berth and maybe a decent amount of energon. Nothing more.
Pixel's body went rigid as she heard the approach of heavy pedsteps. Someone was coming and she knew better than to let them see her look a bit distracted or disobedient. As the steps were upon her, she quickly kneeled and placed her forehead so that her helm touched the floor. No optic contact, she told herself. It would only draw trouble.
Her spark pulsed harshly as she realized she had left the dirty rag on the floor and quickly went to put it back into the bucket. Her nervous servos made her clumsy as she knocked into the bucket of dirty fluids she had used to scrub the floor. A noise escaped her mouth as the bucket tipped and it's contents spilled across the floor and across the peds of the mech that had been walking past her.
Horror filled her optics as she looked at who she had spilled it upon. Her body went cold as she recognized the gun-metal grey armor and the huge frame it belonged. Megatron. His expression was one of disgust and anger as he stared at the mess covering him. Quickly, his red optics were bearing down at the one responsible.
Grabbing the rag, she quickly began to wipe at his feet, tears pouring down her cheeks, "I-I'm so s-so sorry, my Lord. So s-sorry. Please forgive me. It...It was an accident. A clumsy, stupid ac-accident."
Pixel did not dare look at him as she wiped feverishly at his peds, but it only caused the filth to smear his armor. He was going to kill her. She just knew it. Or send her to one of the brothels. Or have her punished until she wished death upon herself.
"Put the rag down."
The growling voice came from Megatron as he glared at the small femme at his peds. Tears were pouring now and she promptly did as she was told. All she wanted to do was shrink so small that he could not see her. Pixel stifled a cry as he yanked her up by an arm and began to drag her away from the mess.
"S-so sorry. I'm s-so sorry." she whimpered over and over. Her words were hiccuped as he kept up his long strides, dragging her when her small peds could not keep up. Pixel did not want to die. Even if her life was terrible, she still wanted to live.
"If I was going to kill you, I would have done it on the spot, Autobot." Megatron promised, yanking a door open. The femme was surprised as she saw a large bathing tank inside. She felt guilty for even staring at it. Taking a bath was a luxury she had forgotten long ago. The distraction caused her to flinch as he released her.
Turning the faucet on, Megatron looked back to the femme, "Clean your master properly. Not with a filthy rag. When it has filled, step in and be silent unless I tell you otherwise."
Pixel nodded her helm feverishly as she bowed her helm. Her spark was still pulsing as he stared down at her. She could feel his optics searching her body up and down., as if he was evaluating her. The moment the tank was filled, she nervously clambered inside. Warm cleansing fluid washed over her frame as it came up to her shoulders. It was not surprising since it was big enough to accommodate the tyrant.
The femme moved to the far side as Megatron easily stepped inside. His optics watched her curiously as she shrank away from him. A smirk came to his scarred lips that did nothing to make her feel better. His rage had seemed to subside but he still terrified her.
"When was the last time you've been in a bathing tank?" he asked, motioning for her to come closer, "You're a dirty thing. Filthy, in fact. Do you not care for your physical appearance?"
His words were mocking, knowing full well that she had no access to such things. His head cocked slightly to the side as he saw the scared tears come back to her optics. The little thing could barely raise her helm enough to even look toward him.
"Your master asked you a question."
Flinching, Pixel quietly responded, "I-I am not allowed such things, my Lord."
"And are you complaining for such a thing? Have you not been well-taken care of?" Megatron asked, smirk growing as he watched her fidget nervously.
"Y-Yes, my Lord. Very well cared for…. Thank y-you very much." she whispered, choking back a sob. The small femme could feel his optics gliding over her once more.
"Who taught you to be so obedient?" Megatron asked, cupping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. Her optics quickly moved to look anywhere but him but a squeeze forced her gaze back to him.
"I know to be good. And to do what I am t-told." she whimpered, lips trembling as his thumb petted her cheek. He was playing with her like a cat would do with a mouse. Her optics closed as his thumb met her lips.
"Good femme." he chuckled, finally releasing her and leaning back to rest against the tank, "Grab that rag over there and finish cleaning up your mess. Small servos are good for getting into small crevices."
Pixel nodded as she waded over to where the rag was laid. It was so clean and she was ashamed to touch it with her filthy servos. When had she got to the point that even clean things made her want to cry? Grabbing it, she came a bit closer to him but made no move to wash him again.
"Are you afraid I'm going to bite?" he chuckled, showing his sharp denta when he noticed she had stopped. The question made her jump as she finally moved up to him. At this angle, she could only reach parts of his chest and lower extremities. Megatron was a beast of a mech and very large.
However, she did her best and scrubbed at the hard armor. Maybe if she did well, then Megatron would allow her to finally leave. Perhaps he wouldn't punish her or take away her energon ration. Now she was getting too hopeful. This was the harbinger of death and destruction. He didn't know mercy or kindness.
Her body froze as Megatron put his servos around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Scared tears came back as he easily lifted her up, "Now, you can wash my shoulders and helm. Do I frighten you?"
'Yes!', she wanted to scream at the top of her vocalizer. But that would anger or amuse him, and she wanted no more of his attention. All she wanted was her thin blanket and to curl up into it. Instead, she meekly nodded.
"It's good to be afraid." he cooed, his servo coming to rest on the small of her back, "I would think you foolish if you were not."
Pixel weakly nodded as she went about cleaning the rest of his chest and went on to his shoulders. He was large and it took time to get each crevice, but she wanted to do a good job. Anything to not punish her for spilling the fluid on him. Once done with his shoulders, she nervously looked up to start on his helm. His smirk was still there as he waited for her to lift it to his features.
It was a job that she did as quick as she could and she was nearly done. Her servos came close to his mouth as she got the last spot she was looking for. Megatron took the momentary distraction to snap his denta at the tiny digits so close to his mouth.
A shriek came from the femme as she jumped back and fell backwards out of his lap and back into the water. Megatron laughed boisterously as she splashed and spluttered, trying to get back onto her peds and helm out of the water. Panic claimed her spark as she tried to get upright. She couldn't swim and the tyrant seemed to take notice as grabbed her arm and pulled her back upright.
Her venting was heavy as she quickly wiped at her face. Megatron's laughter had stopped as he observed her. The small femme's body was back to its trembling and shaking state. As amusing at her fear could be, he was curious when was the last time that she had looked happy. Scooping up the rag out of the water, he handed it back to her.
"Clean one last thing for me, and then you may leave." Megatron chuckled, waiting for her trembles to calm and for her optics to look at him.
Her optic ridges furrowed in confusion. She had cleaned almost every part of him and had been sure to be thorough. Had she not done a good job? He said it was only one last thing and then she could leave. That was enough of a promise to have her nodding. Anything to be gone from his ever watchful optics.
Shifting back a bit, he reached down and pulled aside his cod piece. Pixel instantly covered her optics with her servos. It was supposed to be intimate to see another's interfacing equipment and he was exposing his own. Her face grew bright red as she heard him laugh once more. It unnerved her that everything she did amused him.
"Does my equipment insult you?" he smirked, grabbing her arm to pull her closer, "Keeping an interface array is very important."
"N-No, my Lord. No. I… I…." Pixel stuttered off, feeling him pry her servos away from her face.
"You act like you've never seen a spike before." Megatron mused, watching how her optics looked everywhere but him.
"I...I haven't…."
Megatron's smirk grew as he cooed, "What better spike to be your first than that of the High Ruler?"
Her bottom lip trembled as he cupped her chin and moved it so that she was looking down at his spike. Pixel's optics went wide as she looked at the sheer size of the tyrant's member. It was flaccid for the moment, but already it was something that intimidated her greatly.
"Do not rub hard. Just nice and slowly." Megatron commanded, "Take your time and enjoy it."
Pixel was confused on how she was supposed to enjoy such an act. It felt vulgar and not right. Swallowing, she tried to calm herself and brought the soft cloth up to the spike and began to slowly wipe it up and down.
"Wrap your servos around it and then stroke it up and down." he growled huskily, leaning further back when she followed the command. Her servos were so small and even with both of them, it was hard to fit around the member.
Her optics widened as the spike began to harden and pressurize. It was intimidating beforehand, and it standing erect was no better for her nervousness. A gulp slid down her throat as she continued.
"Do you know why it's so hard right now?" he groaned, his servo coming up to cup the back of her helm. Seeing her shake her helm, he continued, "It's how you know you're rubbing it just right."
Pixel shuddered as she tried to quickly finish up and pulled her servos back. She held the cloth close to her chest as she moved further back, until her back hit the tank. There was a furrow to his optic ridges as he looked down at her.
Chuckling, he chided, "Little tease. I suppose you did what I asked of you, though."
"I-I can leave…. That way you can finish soaking." Pixel whispered, shrinking down so she appeared smaller, "And I can get you e-energon, or anything you want."
Megatron smirked at how timid she was and could see her eagerness to run away. It wasn't surprising. He was very much used to the slaves wanting to run away from him. That's what he wanted. Fear meant they were less likely to rise up against him.
Leaning back, he cooed, "Are you that eager to leave? I thought you would want to clean yourself. Or would you rather keep the filth on your armor?"
Pixel looked at him with confusion and surprise. She looked at the cloth that still lingered in her servos and clutched it closer. It was painfully tempting to want to soak in the warm cleansing fluid and wipe away all of the filth. But, she didn't know if he was simply toying with her and would punish her after she started wiping herself down.
"Well? Are you going to take up the offer or will you go back to scrubbing the floors?" Megatron smirked, his gaze going down her form. She was dirty but he was almost sure that that her armor was makeup of teal, pink, and her protoform was white. With the grime, the white looked like a muddled brown color.
Servos shaking, she asked, "D-Do you mean it…?"
"Now, would I ever lie to you?" he smirked, his sharp denta showing as his lips drew back. His ruby optics watched her carefully as she slowly raised the cloth up to her armor and began to wipe herself down.
Pixel was deeply ashamed as she watched how much grime began to slip off of herself. It had just been so long. His watching gaze only made her feel worse as she knew he probably thinking she was a disgusting wretch. Slowly, she turned away from him so that she could continue washing without having to look up at him.
"What is your name, femme? Or have you forgotten?" Megatron asked, watching as she flinched from him addressing her.
"P-Pixel, my Lord."
"Pixel." he seemed to twist the name on his glossa, "Why haven't I seen you before?"
Biting her bottom lip, she admitted, "I was taught… To not be seen or heard."
"It seems you were taught well." he laughed, filling the room with his deep voice. It caught her off guard as she curled closer to the edge of the tank. Pixel closed her optics for a moment to collect herself. She knew she would not be allowed to leave until she was clean and hurried about it.
Once she was clean, she carefully sat the cloth back on the edge and began to try and climb out. When Megatron was done bathing, she would need to scrub the tub down and get the cloth cleaned. A small frown came on his lips as she stood quietly and patiently, a small puddle of fluids gathering at her peds.
"What do you think you're doing?" he hummed, "Dry yourself off. You know where they are, don't you?"
"I'm… not allowed to touch those." she whispered, shifting the weight on her peds uncomfortably.
"Then allow me." Megatron smirked, rising from the tank as he easily stepped out. He was amused as she quickly stepped out of his way. Opening a cabinet, he plucked a towel from the ones neatly folded inside and tossed it to her.
"Would you like anything from me b-before I start scrubbing the tank down? I don't want to offend you with dirty servos…" she whispered, quickly drying herself off.
Checking himself over, he was satisfied with the shine to his armor and neatly tucked himself away. His optics glanced back to her before giving her a smirk, "No, you've done enough for today. Go back to your quarters. I am sure we will see more of one another."
Pixel shuddered at the promise as he strolled out of the room.