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The next morning...
Ariel finally could fall asleep in tears and dreamt her lovely mech was the one next her, not this gladiator brute... She dreamt that everything that happened to her was just a bad nightmare and now she was back at home and getting ready to go and work as she always did, take the subway and go to the office where she will see once again the mech she loves.
"There you are!" Her mech said hugging her from behind and she felt so loved and protected by his sole presence and those arms around her.
"My love..." She responded turning around and was about to kiss him when he took her face and looked at her beautiful blue optics with a look full of longing.
"I miss you..." He said and her optics widened. "Why did you have to leave without telling me? You broke my spark..."
Horror filled her spark and coldness seemed to surround them as the once lightened office became dark and only a little light illuminated them before the darkness could envelop them.
Tears escaped her optics like a waterfall as she tried with all her might to hug him but he stopped her before he said the words she feared the most. "Wake up..." And then started shaking her. "Wake up!"
"No, please let me hug you! Please!" She begged but he continued shaking her and more roughly than ever...her love was always gentle!
"Wake up!" Someone roared powerfully.
Her optics on-lined fully only to find that it was just a dream...and she now awoke into the nightmare...
...to see that mech's face give her a deep and annoyed frown. "Finally," He started. "You will start now with your duties...and you better dry those tears, I hate them."
"I'm sorry," she exclaimed as he let her go and sat up.
He merely gave her an impatient scowl as he started flexing his arms, no doubt preparing for the day ahead. She wiped hopelessly at her tears before remembering that he'd given her back her cleaning cloth the previous night. Bringing it forth from sub space, she moped her face liberally while at the same time, tried to calm down enough to stop more tears.
She watched her master now roll off the berth and continue to flex more of his powerful body. Against her will, she watched him, she was sure she'd never seen anyone so powerfully built as he saw.
She could also now examine him more closely as she'd been too shy the previous night. He was mostly light grey in colour although many parts were scuffed a darker shade. His red markings stood out starkly against the grey and she recalled that many of the other fighters were also decorated. She wondered if the markings and other decorations had any meanings to them or were they just another way to stand out.
"Femme," he suddenly declared, making her jump and stare at him. "Come here."
She quickly got off the berth but realised her mistake as she now had to walk around it to get to him and he didn't look happy. However, it seemed he decided to overlook it this time and simply get to the business hand.
"It will be part of your duties to keep my room clean," he stated and she nodded, she somehow thought this would be one thing she'd be expected to do. "I don't have everything you need yet but you may still make a start."
"Okay," she mumbled, barely able to look him in the optic.
She nervously watched as he went to a beaten up looking cabinet and opened it. He took out various cleaning items but she frowned as she saw some of them weren't for general cleaning, they were things you'd use on your own body. Before she could process this, he turned back to her and said.
"Before you start cleaning, you will polish my chest. At night when I have finished training and especially after when I have competed in a fight, you will treat my entire body. I will excuse you today but in the mornings, you will polish my chest and look over my hands."
Her delicate fingers could surely take care of any problems without damaging. His hands were incredibly important tools, without them, he couldn't properly fight. Naturally, he always checked them over but it was tricky to deal with any problems one handed. His slave would solve that once and for all.
"L-look over your hands?" she repeated and shook when he glared at her.
"Yes," he grunted. "Now do as I have asked."
He showed a jar and a brittle looking brush at her, she was to start straight away.
Ariel looked helplessly at the objects he gave her for a moment before he started growling in impatience, then she taking it as a warning started with the far corner to one side of the room; there was lots of dust to clean and she hoped her master will be happy with just that...
...and especially hoped that he don't think on taking her to his berth to pleasure him...
The sole though about it made her shiver in fear since she can calculate that if he dares he undoubtedly will split her in half.
Megatron watched his new slave as he polished himself; she was making a fine job so far...but that was only one corner and she had lots of work to do.
"Good, I will have to go for now," He started and she looked up at him. "Do not try to escape, you're in a very deep part of Kaon to try and if you do...someone will just take you and abuse you, also, do no open this door to anyone, I don't need to knock since it's my quarters."
After that he just turned and walked out and away without even telling her what she will refuel with or how she will clean up.
...he hadn't even asked her name.
The femme sighed, why would he want to know her name if she was just an object for him? ...a free servant...a disposable slave.
Thinking about that she started crying again, he missed her life, her love...Primus, even her job! "I will never complain about my job ever again!" She declared hotly before drying once again her tears. "I will not if I just can wake up from this nightmare..."
Sniffing, a moment later she then returned to cleaning again that corner and the rest of the floor.
Meanwhile, Megatron was walking or rather strutting down the corridor. Several Mechs that he passed shot him envious looks including a couple of slaves. There were so many who had never seen a real Femme before, let alone touched one and to think that a gladiator had one to himself had set jealousy levels to maximum. Of course, he loved it but he kept his expression dignified.
He wasn't going to pretend he wasn't happy with what he got but at the same time, he would not boast about it like a fool. No doubt there would be some who attempted to get at his Femme but he would not let them. And he hoped she was sensible enough not to open the door to anyway; surely he'd installed enough fear in her? He would check her later, just to make sure she truly was working and not plotting to get away.
"Well, well, looks who's walking," came a ridiculously cheery voice.
Primus, did Redscar have any other emotion that was not so slagging chirpy?
"Walking?" Megatron questioned as his friend fell into step beside him.
"Sure, after all that...shall we say, excitement last night," Redscar stated with a massive grin. "I'd have thought you'd be hobbling about today."
Megatron snorted at the insinuation before replying. "Some of us have stamina Redscar, we're not all lightweights."
"Touché," Redscar laughed as though they'd just engaged in a battle of wits. "So...how is she?"
"Better than I thought," admitted Megatron. "I thought Limeshot's goons would just drag any old thing off the streets."
"Hey, miracles do happen," Redscar told him. "You can't deny that one happened yesterday."
Megatron nodded, he had to admit that he'd surely struck gold with his slave. He just needed to see what kind of worker she was and how well she would obey him. So far, she'd been nervy and hesitant but he'd only had her for one night, he wasn't expected instant, perfect obedience. However, she would soon learn how to please him soon enough.
"Yah don't need any..uh...medical supplies?" Redscar now questioned making Megatron scoff.
"I'm not like Sabre," he stated with contempt. "For now, she's fine; I don't require anything medical yet."
"If you're sure," Redscar said, he didn't doubt that Megatron would be careful with his new slave, Megatron always took good care of his possessions. Unlike Sabre, a vicious, brutish Mech who had a habit of sending pleasurebots (male ones obviously) to the Med Bay after only a couple of sessions with them. He didn't have self control and while that was all well and good in the arena in front of a crowd, only the most skilled fighters ever sparred with him. Megatron was one of the few who did spar with him on occasion but he felt the Mech needed more discipline.
Not many of the pleasurebots wanted to go back to him and it didn't hurt to treat them haflway decently as they would thank you in various...interesting ways. Megatron didn't use them that often but if he needed to, he didn't send them to Med Bay even if all he wanted was some release.
"I am," Megatron stated. "Come on, let's get some sparring in before the places fills up, there's some things I want to do later."
"I bet," sniggered Redscar, earning a punch from his friend.
Once in the arena Megatron started stretching before grabbing a sword and swung it testing it.
Near them other slaves and gladiators were speaking and one of them said to the other. "Have you heard the news, Sabre?"
"What news?" The one named Sabre asked uninterested to the other gladiator as he decided which weapon to use today.
"Megatron got himself a new slave...but not just a slave...a femme slave..."
That made Sabre drop his weapon and look at the other with frowining optics. "Is true! And she's rather cute...hmmm...I wonder how it will be having her under me or her sucking me...ohhh...how good it must feel!" The other said and this time Sabre walked away leaving the other alone to his daydreams.
...
Meanwhile Ariel was still cleaning the floor wondering how was it possible that so much dust had collected in this tiny space?!
She sighed and continued before a knock at the door was heard...
Remembering what Megatron said, she just kept quiet before someone spoke in an authoritative sound. "Femme, come on, open the door, I've forgotten my codes and I need to get in!"
Terror filled her spark as this one beat faster against her chest. "Open!" The mech on the other side demanded this time banging the door harder and she thought it might break at any moment and whoever the beast was there will come in!
Maybe she was caged now but said cage kept her relatively protected from the other much more dangerous beasts out there.
She could see how dust was leaving the sides of the door as this one started giving up and she gasped and run to hide to the only safe place she could think of again...under the berth.
Finally the strong door gave up and fell on the ground with a loud sound lifting up more dust and dirtying everything she just cleaned up again before strong and heavy steps were heard.
"Where are you...?" The voice now purred as he reached closer towards the berth. "I wonder if you are...here!" The mech said lifting the berth easily and throwing it to the side revealing her curling and shaking frame to him.
...and for her his deep and flaming red optics...optics that flamed in lust for her body!
"N- no...!" She barely squeaked since no one, not even her new master ever looked at her like that...not even the other gladiators from before!
He was reaching for her when another much powerful hand took him by the neck and thrashed him away and out of the room. "What the frag you think you're doing, Sabre?! She's MINE!" Megatron roared and Ariel could not be happier to see him.
"Who says only you can have a Femme?" Sabre growled, massaging his throat as Megatron advanced on him.
"If you want your own, feel free to ask for one," Megatron replied contemptuously. "But that is MY slave and no one is touching her except for me."
"Oh yeah?" Sabre said, drawing himself up as the two Mechs stared each other down. "Why don't we decide this out in the arena?"
"Fight you for her?" Megatron laughed. "Why should I, she already belongs to me."
Just as Sabre was about to retort, Megatron glanced at his broken door before musing. "Then again, you wrecked my door and I'm not paying for that so I'll tell you what. We fight and if I win, you're sorry aft can pay for a new door."
"And if I win?" Sabre asked, licking his lips in the direction of Ariel who was huddled at the side of the upturned berth.
"Then you can have her for a single night," Megatron stated, making her gasp in horror.
"Just a single night?" Sabre asked, earning a backhand.
"She's still my slave," Megatron snarled at him. "And worth a little bit more than a damn door. Well?"
Sabre considered his options, he was loathe to dole up money to pay for someone else's door and Megatron was capable of beating him. On the other hand, he really wanted that delicate little Femme, especially while she was still fresh and undamaged.
"You're on," he declared, rubbing his cheek which stung. "But I chose the weapons."
"Fine," Megatron said coldly. "Now get out of my sight, we'll do this later."
"Don't take too long," Sabre warned, backing away before leaving completely.
Megatron watched him go before turning back to his room, feeling annoyed. Blasted Sabre, he was going to put the idea into every horny Mech here, they'd all be trying to break in now. He'd have to put in a request for better quarters, now that he was a Centurion, he was allowed to do so. All he'd need to do was win over some of the sponsors and it would become a reality, even if what he'd have to do to win their favour would be unpleasant.
"I didn't let him in," the Femme muttered as he came over to her. "I didn't even answer."
"I believe you," he said curtly, reaching down and pulling her up. She stared at him with beytrayed optics as she said. "Y-you're going to give me to him?"
"No," he said flatly, causing her to exclaim "But you said..."
"I have no intention of losing," he told her coldly. "I've beaten him plenty of times before; he's taking a chance because he's greedy."
She looked very unsure but felt a little better since he seemed so confident he wouldn't have to give her up. She glanced about the messed up room before mumbling.
"I...what am I going to do while you're fighting?"
"You'll have to come with me," he said, knowing her presence would cause problems but what choice did he have. "I have a friend you can stay beside while I fight. We'll probably have to stay at his tonight."
Thankfully Redscar was more into Mechs and he did trust his friend to a certain extent. They watched each other's backs and did favours for each other, in this environment; you needed at least one bot on your side. As Ariel processed what he'd said, he suddenly took the collar and chain out of sub space and moved to put them on her.
"Ah..." she squeaked, backing away.
"Come here," he ordered, he was in no mood for disobedience.
Miserably, she stepped forward and he was able to put it on her. Now surveying his room, he quickly started grabbing everything that could be stolen and placed it in his sub space, giving her some items as well. Once he was sure nothing could be taken that he needed or cared about, he took the end of her chain and lead her out. She stuck close to him, she really hated to be taken to a place where Mechs would leer at her and probably try to touch her but she had no choice. Her protected cage had been broken wide open and there was no other refuge that wasn't right beside her master.
"Redscar, will you please look after my slave? I need to put some order into a certain cretin's mind." Megatron said and his friend nodded before taking the chain and guided the femme towards him.
"Is ok femme, I am more into mechs...honestly, your kind can break in half with a single thrust..." He sighed not caring at all about her horrified expression. "Ah...well..." He continued this time hugging her against his frame. "I guess I will be your sparklingsitter for the day until Megatron gets a new room...wow...you really are soft..."
She tried to not move and he looked down at her. "What's your name?"
That made her look up at him, it was...no...he was the first one who had simply asked her for something...her name...
"A... Ariel..." She stated and he smiled.
"Well, nice to meet you, Ariel; I am Redscar."
The two of them remained in silence watching Megatron and the other mech fight...and she honestly expected her master does win.
"You know, Megatron is a good mech," Redscar started and she looked at him not believing him. "Yes, he is; do not judge him by his looks."
"I'm not judging him by his looks," she exclaimed. "I'm judging him by the fact he asked those bots to kidnap me and bring me here to be his slave."
She looked away miserably.
"Now I'm supposed to be sleep with a Mech whose not my boyfriend, be whipped by him and hide from other Mechs who want to attack me," she stated, feeling like she might cry.
"He's whipped you?" Redscar asked she didn't look whipped.
"He said he would if I don't do as he says," she amended making him nod.
"That's how things work around here," he said mildly. "The slaves get punished if they don't do as their told. Gladiators get whipped or beaten if they displease the bosses or sponsors."
"Sponsors?" she exclaimed as her master dodged a cut from his opponent before slicing forward.
"Oh yeah, big names from the other cities come here to watch the events," Redscar said completely causally. "They pay to watch us fight among other things, the money mostly goes to the bosses but if we impress them, we get rewards."
"That's barbaric," she said, optics wide with horror.
"I'm afraid that's how things work around here," he said with a small shrug. "I'm sorry you got taken from your life Ariel but Megatron is a good Mech, he won't let anyone hurt you."
"I guess I believe that," she murmured, watching as Megatron almost seemed to cut the other in two."But who's going to protect me from him?"
"Hey," he said, turning her chin to look at him. "You just do want he asks and he'l treat you alright. He might even surprise you."
She grimaced but nodded, there was no point in arguing. At least Megatron appeared to be winning although the other Mech was giving it everything he had.
"Hey Redscar?" a voice suddenly said near them. "Can I touch her?"
"Oh sure," Redscar said easily making Ariel flinch and shake in fear. "If I can rip off your spike first then closely followed by your hands."
The other mech just held up his hands in defence before Redscar continued. "Oh, you're offering me your hands now? How generous!" He said before unsusbspacing a blade and held it in front of the mech.
"Uhh... I... I better go..." The other said making Redscar smirk.
"You better!" He said returning his attention towards the little femme who looked stunned at him. "What? That's the price."
Suddenly a roar was heard as Megatron won holding his foot onto the loser's chest.
"Now you know what to do... I hope that door is fixed to perfection in the next hour..." The grey mech stated purring before adding. "Or I might even teach you another lesson I know you will not forget..."
The other's optics widened as the back of Megatron's sword touched his interface panel.
Ariel hadn't noticed this but she did noticed a couple of shiny and polished mechs who were looking at the fighters with interest.
She guessed that they were probably these sponsors that Redscar and she instantly disliked them. They were the reason all these bots fought like wild creatures and kept slaves, she doubted the majority of mechs here would spend their whole time fighting just for the sake of it. Why didn't those in power stop this sort of thing, they didn't need to come into Kaon, they just needed to stop others funding this madness.
She noticed that her master was causally glancing in the direction of the sponsors and he seemed to be deliberately posing now. Giving Sabre's interface panel a sharp tap with his blade, making the other flinch violently, he brought it against his shoulder and started to head in their direction. To her amazement, the sponsors nudged each other and actually seemed to giggle like a pair gossiping Femmes although she doubted many rich Femmes came here.
"What's he doing?" she couldn't help but ask Redscar, he was surprisingly easy to talk to.
"Oh, showing off some of his assets," Redscar chuckled. "If only I could show off like he could, I might earn some more credits."
She frowned as Megatron got close to the well to do Mechs and gave them an elegant bow. They seemed to giggle again and the more delicate looking one reached forward to gently touch Megatron's chassis, retracting their hand with a squeal even though Megatron made no move. Their companion laughed before boldly placing their hand on his chassis before moving it upwards. She couldn't see Megatron's expression from this angle but his posture gave off a relaxed, confident air and it was impossible to know if it was natural or put on.
Megatron suddenly raised an arm and flexed it, allowing the more nervous Mech to clutch it, feeling his strength. Ariel wondered at the display, was Megatron demonstrating that he was an extremely strong fighter and worth sponsoring. It seemed being a gladiator was much more complicated than she'd first suspected.
After a few more displays, Megatron was able to leave the sponsors who still watched him and giggled, their interest actually seemed peeked.
"You showed Sabre whose boss," Redscar declared cheerfully, one hand casually stroking Ariel's shoulder.
"I did," Megatron acknowledged smugly as Redscar added. "You felt this armour? Soft and smooth as anything."
He sighed and said dreamily. "Imagine if I had a Mech with this kind of finish..."
"Good luck," Megatron stated before looking down at Ariel. "The door won't be finished for a while yet so you'll have to remain with me while I train."
"Okay," she said quietly.
He then patted her head like a good behaved turbofox and she scowled at the idea.
"Good femme," He said now pinching her cheeks before she answered.
"Ariel, that's my name, not 'femme'" She bit back and he looked down at her in amusement before petting again her head.
"Behave," Megatron ordered with a smirk before walking away again.
"What is his problem?" She asked Redscar.
"He's a mech of few words," He sighed touching her shoulders. "I might ask for a nice pleasurebot for me later...one that has a nice polished frame like yours."
She rolled her optics and sighed. These mechs only thought about interfacing? But then again it seemed like it was the only source of pleasure they have.
The thought filled her spark with pity, what a way to live.
Author's note. In order to get new quarters, Megatron has to perform a duty those from the outside don't realise happens. But does Ariel find out about it? Find out next time, until then.