Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.
Warning for sticky interface scenes and a tiny bit of gore.
Enjoy and please review.
After a successful morning of training, Megatron decided to use his break to check up on his Femme. By now, she should be well underway with cleaning his room but he wanted to make sure she was doing a good job. And check no one had tried to get in to molest her or anything of that sort. However, when he arrived and keyed himself in, he found her sleeping soundly on the berth and it was clear that not a thing had been done in his absence.
With a frown, he walked over to the berth and picked up the alarm, checking it in case it was faulty. But the alarm showed that it was working fine, the alarm had merely been turned off when it rung. Grimly, he concluded that the alarm had woken his Femme but she'd simply switched it off and gone back into recharge. This would not do at all.
"Femme," he barked, making her shift in her sleep and start to stir. "Wake up now!"
"Wha...?" she mumbled sleepily, starting to come awake but finding herself grabbed and lifted up.
"I said wake up," he repeated, as she blinked blearily at him before realising who he was.
"I...you're back," she stated in surprise.
"Yes, I'm back," he said scornfully. "The question is, why aren't you working?"
"I...," she stammered, her optics wide with fear. "I was just going to, I was just..."
"Sleeping," he finished for her. "I allowed you to sleep in this morning since you worked hard last night but I expected you to get to work as soon as that alarm went off."
"I'm sorry," she apologised. "I won't make that mistake again, I promise."
"No you won't," he agreed, releasing one of her arms so that he could withdraw something from sub space. When she saw what it was, she gasped in horror.
"No, not that, I swear I won't sleep in like that again, don't use that," she babbled at the sight of the electro whip.
"Instant discipline," he said coldly. "That is how things work around here."
And turning the pleading Femme around, he raised it and brought it round to land squarely on her aft, making her shriek with pain. He then brought it down four more times, giving her a total of five lashes.
Ariel cried as she crawled away from him when he finished and started saving his whip back.
"Oh! Come on! It wasn't so bad!" He said uncaringly while she tried to sit and cry louder, then tried to touch her rear only to cry again even louder when feeling that something was not right there.
Growing frustrated, Megatron reached for her and took her arm roughly lifting her up to his face; however, the movement was so harsh that he ended up hurting her arm now...
...and she screamed in pain.
"Now what?!" He said shaking her from that arm which caused another immense wave of pain to wash over her and alarms sounded in her audios...
...and soon she was falling in stasis.
"Answer me!" The big brute demanded before noticing her dark and offlined optics. "What is wrong with you?!"
Then finally he realized he did something wrong with her when energon started dripping from her.
"Oh frag!"
He hadn't meant to hurt her, merely chastise her. Glancing down at the whip, he wondered if he had hit her too hard. There was no time to ponder, he needed to get her to a medic before she was permanently damaged.
"Frag," he grumbled, lifting her up gently into his arms and heading for the door.
Thankfully, most bots were in training as he made his way to the Med Bay, he could not be bothered with gawkers. He arrived at the grimy entrance to what passed for a Med Bay, a place where a lot of gladiators dreaded coming if they were seriously injured. It wasn't so bad if it was relatively minor, if the Medic tried anything funny, you could slag them. If you were unconscious or in so much pain you couldn't even think however...
"Megatron, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Great," Megatron thought to himself as he found himself face to face with Knockout, an extremely vain and sadistic Mech. Despite where he was, the Mech always managed to maintain a pretty decent finish to his armour and always flirted with good looking gladiators which included Megatron.
"My my, what's this?" Knockout exclaimed, his optics travelling all over the limp Femme's body. "A Femme, well, I never expected to see one of those around her."
"She injured," Megatron said flatly. "Take a look at her and fix her up...and no funny business if you want to keep that finish."
"No need for threats," Knockout said delicately, indicating a berth. "Set her down."
Megatron did so although he placed her onto her front so that the damage was obvious...and so she didn't damage herself any more. Knockout bent over her, a hand delicately tracing one of the whip marks.
"Dear, dear this looks nasty," he mused before running his finger over a piece of undamaged armour. "But oooh...this I like, so soft and smooth."
"Never mind her armour," Megatron snapped. "Just get on with it."
"Very well," Knockout said as he started to gather what he needed.
Idly, he said.
"You know, she won't be able to keep that lovely finish if you keep whipping her like that."
"I did not intend to inflict damage on her," Megatron growled, he wasn't like that slagger Sabre. "I only wanted to punish her for disobedience, nothing more. Can you explain what happened?"
"Mmm, what did you use?" Knockout questioned, bringing out a few cleaning cloths and examining them.
Megatron brought the whip out, he'd slipped it into sub space before lifting up his Femme up. He offered the whip to the Medic who took it and casually examined it.
"Ah yes, pretty standard for disciplining slaves," he said with a nod. "Or should I say...Mech slaves."
"This isn't suitable for Femme slaves?" Megatron questioned and Knockout shook his head.
"I should say not, at least, not this kind of Femme," he explained. "You might get away with using it on a military model Femme but not a delicate little thing like this. I'm afraid this is too powerful for her armour, if you want to just discipline her a little, you'll have to think of something else."
"Like what?" Megatron demanded.
"How should I know?" Knockout retorted as he moved over to the unconscious Femme. "Now don't disturb me, if you want to avoid scarring on that little aft of hers."
Megatron growled before taking a seat, he would not leave his Femme alone with this Medic. He watched with close optics as Knockout tended to the poor Femme, cleaning her wounds before setting to work on healing them.
"My, my, what a delicate creature," The medic mumbled as he sealed the last gap and then brought out his scanner and started checking on her before stopping in her left arm. "Oh! What is this?" He exclaimed and Megatron raised an optic ridge.
"What you mean?"
"How else did you punished her? By trying to rip off her arm? For Primus' sake, Megatron," The vain medic started before turning around and went for some other tools as the gladiator could not believe what he just heard.
"What...did you said?" He tried as dread run by his spine.
"You heard me, you almost ripped off her arm, now move, I need to put back all the circuitry that is broken," The medic replied and started with his delicate task of fixing her bit by bit.
Eternal minutes later he was finished and covered her arm with a long cloth since he was missing several other things, but this will do.
"She's good as new...or at least she will be if she rests...don't make her do anything too heavy or dangerous for her arm...actually, don't make her do anything at all," Knockout advised and Megatron looked down at him with wide optics.
"Then why would she be useful for? She's my slave and must work!"
"Well, you should have thought that before getting a femme as a slave, you should have asked for a mech...besides, she's far too delicate to do most things...at least a week of rest, Megatron," The medic answered and Megatron looked at him in disbelief. "If she needs discipline maybe you can...spank her, it will be enough."
The gladiator could not believe what he was hearing; so, he will have to service her? A slave? What...?
Nodding, the bigger mech took her back on arms and walked away still not comprehending that he had to serve her...a master to his slave!
He grumbled, he did not like it when things went wrong but there was nothing he could do about it. All that was to be done now was move on and adapt. He would still have his slave but obviously he needed to think things out a bit. What was annoying was he truly hadn't had her doing anything terrible, just some cleaning. It wasn't as though he'd tried to force her to interface with him or anything like that.
"Redscar will never let me hear the end of it," he muttered to himself as the Femme continued to sleep in his arms. He idly wondered when she was going to wake up or would she sleep the entire day away. Actually, it was nearing the end of the work cycle so he'd missed a good half cycle of training meaning he'd have to make up for it tomorrow. Thankfully, the older more experienced gladiators were not were regularly supervised like the newbies were and didn't need to be personally trained. Which meant that he wouldn't be punished for skipping out on his training, his punishment would be losing a match if he lost too much training time.
"Femme, you've no idea the trouble you've caused me," he muttered to the still unconscious Femme. "And this probably isn't the last time you're going to."
Finally, he arrived back at his quarters and laid her on the berth, she was once more on her front. Remembering that he hadn't refuelled in a while, he grabbed his ration of Energon and began to sip at it, watching his slave sleep. His mood was grumpy and while he'd have to allow her a chance to recover, he wasn't about to be soft with her.
"Mmm," a voice mumbled and he glanced down at her, she appeared to be waking up at long last.
"So you're awake," he stated and she gasped, staring up at him with fearful optics.
"Ow," she yelped as she tried to shy away from him and flinched as her aft came into contact with the berth. Knockout had done a good job but it was still very tender and sore.
With watery optics, she stared at him and whispered. "Y-you whipped me."
"I did," Megatron acknowledged.
"Why?" she asked, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as he scowled at her.
"You disobeyed me," he told her harshly. "When you don't do as I say, that's what happens. And what have I told you about crying?"
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, wiping them away."But it really hurt..."
"It was meant to hurt, that's the point," he growled. "But I've been informed I may have been too harsh so I won't use that whip unless you really disobey."
"Really disobey?" she questioned nervously.
"Such as escaping or sneaking off to be with one of the others," he said, making her exclaim. "I would never go to one of the others, I have a boyfriend."
"So I've heard," he said sarcastically. "But he's not here, I am your master and you will please me. In fact..."
He suddenly mounted the berth causing her to shriek as she was seized.
"No, get off me, get off me," she cried, trying to beat at him with her fists but suddenly yelping with pain. One of her arms were sore, she couldn't remember hurting it. "I won't do it, I won't sleep with you."
He ignored her and brought her closer, trying to kiss her but as she squirmed, he only succeeded in hitting her cheek.
"Stay still," he roared at her.
"No, leave me alone!" She tried as he ran his tongue against one of her cheeks making her scream in horror and disgust.
"You're mine and must learn to obey!" He roared forcing her legs apart and set himself between them as her cries became louder.
This time she was sure she was going to die, she couldn't even escape him, was hurt and this giant was about to rape her.
"Please no, please don't do this...please...!" She begged while trying to close her legs just before he released his massive...can that even be called a spike?!
Ariel let out a loud scream of horror as panic invaded her spark at that sight and the adrenaline forced her movements to be more frantic and desperate...anything to get away from THAT!
"Shut up!" He slapped her face again only to have her biting his hand and try to force her legs closed again. "You...!" He hissed in anger before losing his patience and forced one more time her legs apart...
...however, his movement was too harsh on her again, and he noticed it by the way her optics brightened and screamed in abandoned pain...
He just broke her legs joints because he used too much strength...or force.
...and now it was impossible to stop her from crying while her legs continued helplessly spread for him.
Megatron almost face palmed himself; he just hurt her again and mere minutes after leaving the medbay.
In a moment of anger he roared at her face not noticing what he was saying. "Frag! Why are you so fragging delicate?!"
Ariel continued crying for another moment before everything became blurry and cold...even her master's roar seemed like a faraway echo now...
...the only thing she knew was that she wanted out of that horrible pain.
When his once crying slave wasn't crying anymore, Megatron worried...and more when noticed her paled face.
"Frag! What did I do now?!" He told himself as he saved back his spike. He only meant to scare her to teach her a lesson, not hurt her again and more than before!
The gladiator noticed that something wet was running from her...
...one of the abused leg joints was badly hurt, hurt enough that he seemed to have broken an energon line and now she was bleeding!
"Frag it to the pit!" He cursed lifting her up again and hurried back to the medbay...again.
No doubt Knockout will be pleased by this visits.
Again the corridors were fairly empty since bots were either in their rooms, visiting others, in the bath house, various things but not wandering around the corridors. Megatron made it to the Med Bay to find Knockout examining his fingers while carefully filing them and blowing on them. He looked up with a raised optic brow at the gladiator's entrance.
"Back so soon? My, my, if you come much more often, I might start to think you are just trying to think of excuses to visit me," Knockout commented with a smirk.
"Shut up and fix her," Megatron snapped furiously, laying her on the berth.
"Oh very well," Knockout sighed as though he'd been in the middle of something important. "I do believe I told you to take better care of her if you want her to remain in good condition."
Megatron just glared at her and Knockout shrugged, gladiators were always so temperamental. It was best not to aggravate them too much even if they did insist on their toys being fixed repeatedly after being broken.
"Oh dear, you really broke something this time," Knockout commented on, not sounding overly concerned as he saw the damage. "I suppose I should be grateful you didn't undo all of my hard work from earlier."
"Just get on with it," Megatron ordered, slamming down into a chair and resumed glaring.
"You know?" Knockout commented as he commenced his repairs on the unconscious young Femme. "I've seen this kind of injury before...you tried to interface with her, didn't you?
Megatron didn't reply, just sat in sullen silence. Knockout just tutted in a patronising fashion as he carefully sealed up the broken Energon line before she lost too much life force. He was enjoying himself a lot, what a nice change to work on a pretty specimen which such a nice finish. It was a shame she would soon lose it unless her master got his act together and got her some nice polishing wax. A buffer wouldn't go amiss either if it came to that.
Meanwhile, Megatron was thinking over what had happened. He had allowed his temper to get the better of him and damaged his slave once more, he couldn't allow it to continue. When she woke up, he would take care of her until she was well enough to serve him properly again. He mused that ordering her seemed to work better than physically forcing her, he would work on making sure she obeyed him. And in future, if he wanted to punish her, he would withhold privileges, like decent energon or any other rewards she might have previously earned. He might even do what Knockout suggested and spank her, even though that was a punishment for Sparklings.
Well, she appeared to be as delicate as a Mech sparkling so maybe it really was appropriate.
"How are you doing Megatron?" Knockout asked conversationally. "I heard all about your epic fight, I wasn't on duty to treat your...ah...opponent thought, I was out enjoying myself. Such a shame, I wouldn't have minded being here."
"Of course you would," Megatron muttered darkly.
"You should come to the races sometime," Knockout suggested, cleaning his hands before grabbing another tool. "I know you wouldn't be any good at them, you're too big and chunky..."
"Hmm," Megatron mumbled in a bored tone.
"...but their very exciting," Knockout continued. "And there's plenty of beautiful, stream lined Mechs there with the most wonderful finish..."
It was at this point that Megatron tuned out the rest of the conversation.
The red medic continued talking and talking but his audios were inactive now.
'Primus! How can a mech speak so much? Its like...like...a femme!' The gladiator thought for himself.
Knockout continued fixing her leg joints with great pleasure, too much pleasure actually and soon she was fixed. However the medic desired to see those beautiful optics online at least once.
So, closing back her now fixed legs he took a syringe and injected her adrenaline so she will awake... And just as he desired, her optics on-lined.
Ariel let out a groan as everything felt cold and heavy besides the dizziness she possessed now.
The recent events crashed back onto her processor while her beautiful optics on-lined...and found a red mech with a sadistic grin plastered on his face.
And she screamed.
"My, my, don't be like that to your doctor," The red mech said unamused at her screams on his face. They were too high pitched.
And now Megatron on-lined back his audios once he noticed what was happening...only to wish to offline them back when her screams rattled in his entire helm.
"Its ok, sweetspark, look who's there..." The medic pointed to Megatron and Ariel quietened for a moment before starting screaming again this time louder. "Please be quiet," He said before continuing. "I need you to perform a test for me to see how damaged you are, please?"
The red mech put a different face this time, however his optics continued with the same sadistic shine; so this time, finally quietening, Ariel nodded.
"Good, I'm Knockout by the way," The medic introduced himself before taking one of her legs a little up off the berth. "Try to move this a little, up, down, sideways and tell me how you feel." The femme nodded and obeyed only to wince as something pulled at her that hurt. "Okay, good," The mech continued lowering that leg and took the other and asked her to repeat the process only to have her wince again.
That was enough for Knockout who directed himself to her owner. "Megatron, I'm sorry but it will take her a while to recover...possibly three weeks if the energon you feed her with is good quality..."
"Three weeks?!" Megatron roared but the medic was not finished.
"And she must not do any labour while in this state or might break something. The rest must be absolute."
"WHAT?!" The gladiator roared making Ariel flinch but not the medic who just nodded.
"You should have thought before getting yourself with such frail creature as your slave. Sometimes you can be too proud, Megatron."
"And what will I have her doing until then?!" Demanded Megatron watching the unamused face of Knockout.
"You will have her resting unless you want to hurt her permanently...that is the reason femmes are not hired for slaves...oh, and remember being kind and gentle with her...just imagine she's your own spark."
The medic's conclusion left both Megatron and Ariel with incredulous looks while frowning as both tried to process that.
"Come now, is that really so hard?" Knockout asked, really enjoying himself now. "You'll still have her companionship, someone to share your woes when you trudge home late at night, after a hard cycle's training..."
Megatron had a thoroughly disgusted expression at the idea of 'sharing his woes' with his Femme. Ariel also looked rather incredulous but she was relieved that apparently Megatron would not be able to hurt her again. That had been the worse experience of her life, she could still see that horrible massive thing he'd unleashed earlier.
"...you could even massage..."
"Alright, I get it," Megatron snapped. "I won't damage her; I'll...look after her."
"Excellent," Knockout said with satisfaction. "Well, as long as she keeps to that, she should be alright, just bring her back in a couple of weeks so I could review her progress."
"Fine," Megatron growled, getting to his feet and reaching for his Femme.
She flinched back; she didn't want to be that close to him. He paused, glaring at her before grumbling.
"If you behave and do want I ask, you can have your holocron back."
She blinked before asking. "R-really?"
"Yes," he said impatiently.
"A-and you won't try to...hurt me again?" she asked quietly.
"NO!" he said angrily, making her flinch again. "But if..."
He suddenly remembered Knockout was still there and listening intently so he changed tact.
"We'll discuss this back at my room," he said curtly. "Now stop being ridiculous."
"Remember, gently," Knockout said in a singsong voice, nimbly dodging Megatron's swipe.
"You can pick me up," Ariel said quietly, there was no point in angering her master any more than he already was.
"How kind," Megatron said sarcastically, scooping her up and without further ado, taking her away, ignoring Knockout's cheery farewell.
Megatron stamped back to his quarters before placing Ariel on his berth. She looked up at him fearfully as he said.
"As I was saying, I won't interface with you," he began and she relaxed slightly. "But if I want to touch or kiss you, then you will not resist me."
This made her tremble; she really didn't want him doing anything of the sort.
"Do you understand?" he demanded and she nodded slowly. Even though it seemed he couldn't interface with her without breaking her, she didn't want to anger him so much that he lost his temper and attacked her. She didn't think she could handle that amount of pain again.
"Yes," she said softly and his hard expression softened slightly.
"Good," he said, sitting on the berth and making her shrink back slightly.
"Come here," he commanded and with a tremble, she moved closer to him.
He gently took hold of her and made to kiss her however, she still turned her head away so he landed on her cheek.
"What have I told you?" He said again and she started shaking in fear...and he tried again this time holding her head so she won't escape him and barely kissed her tightly closed lips.
He growled threateningly making her flinch before lowering her back onto the berth, then he set himself on top of her and tried to kiss her again only for her evasive lips to escape his again.
Ariel shook and cried as her master molested her once again this time assaulting her neck making her gasp. "Hmmm...so little..." He said while touching her torso and little breasts then returning them to her waist.
"Please...stop..." She tried hoarsely as said words fell on deaf audios and the massive mech on top of her continued with his assaults...
...and soon she heard a very much familiar 'click!' like sound and something really hot landed on her perfect belly...however Ariel refused to look what she know was there.
Megatron for his part was enjoying this way too much and finally caught her lips and ravished them with gusto before tiring himself and demanded: "Open your mouth, let me in..."
But Ariel was too nervous to do so and her jaw shut close tightly...and Megatron noticed. With a roll of his red optics he got off of her and looked at her tense frame on the berth.
It seemed like the minutes refused to pass until she finally relaxed more and looked at him...and then down at his large...friend.
"Have you ever seen one?" He asked and she shook her head. "Never?" He tried again only to have her shaking her head again.
He reached for her once again making her squeak in fear as he took her good arm and tried to pull her petite hand to his spike. "Touch it!"
"No...!" She cried while trying to squirm away.
"You'd have to do this sooner or later," he told her and she looked affronted.
"Orion wouldn't do it like this," she said hotly.
"Oh and how would he do it?" he said sarcastically, still holding her hand.
"Well, it would be romantic," she said after a moment's thought. "He wouldn't just get his...thing out and demand I touch it. We would do IT together."
"Romantic," Megatron said in contempt. "That's childish nonsense."
"Maybe for you...but not for me," she argued back tearfully. "I want it to be special; I want it to be with Orion."
"Well 'Orion' isn't here," he reminded her, making her lip tremble. "But I am and you are going to please me."
"I don't want to," she said, turning her body away even though her wrist was still a prisoner of his grip."Why do you have to be a horrible brute?"
"We're all horrible brutes here," he said tersely as he moved forward so he could place her little hand on his spike.
She flinched as her hand connected with someone hot and knew what he'd done.
"I don't want to," she said in a half sob, feeling worse than ever.
"You'd better get used to it," he told her as he started move her clenched hand up and down his spike, sighing at the stimulation. Obviously he was going to have to be very patient with this inexperienced virgin but eventually he would get her servicing him.
"Besides," he added. "You give me pleasure, then I will be open to returning the favour."
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a groan and he smiled slightly. She really had no experience of this, did she.
"Like this," he said, moving his free hand over her hip and trailing to the spot between her legs.
She jumped before staring at him in shock. He smirked.
"What do you think of that?" he purred.
"Don't ever touch it again!" She exclaimed and his smirk was turned into a grin.
"Ohh...why not my dear? It seemed that you loved it...," Megatron purred touching her again this time right on her panel and rubbed it which made her gasp and groan wishing he will just stop.
She was unable to close her legs tight enough so he will just stop...and...something was happening there...or better said...down there...
"St- stop it!" She cried as he continued molesting her making her feel hot down there...
...change that...burn down there!
"Hmmm...you're enjoying this...your body is getting warmer..." He chuckled counting the seconds until her panel will just open up for him...or that she starts moving her hips looking for more.
"N- no...please don't...!" Ariel tried once again as he finally let go of her hand and she was trying to use it to get him away to no use.
Her master was really enjoying himself while molesting her and now was above her again assaulting her neck intensifying the heat that was growing inside her.
Finally a 'snickt!' like sound was heard and her master once again chuckled against her neck...
...and something was touching something really sensitive in her...
"Primus, don't!" She begged once again as he circled his middle finger against her virgin entrance and thumb against her sensitive external node. "A- aahhh!"
The femme beneath him then arched and cried at the unwanted stimulation. His spike by this time hardened all by itself and started demanding some attention as well while his fingers felt her wetness against them.
"You want this..." He purred just before that now single coated finger started slowly pushing inside her making her gasp and stop in her thrashing with wide optics. "Enjoy it...feel it..."
"No...," she moaned, now trying to pull his hand away from her bared valve but wasn't strong enough to do so. "Please don't, I don't want this..."
"Your body says you do," he said smugly, not ceasing in his attack on her body.
She shook her head wildly, she didn't know what was happening with her body but she was sure it as bad. Besides, she was pretty certain he wouldn't stop with his fingers, he would want to move on to actual interfacing and that meant...
"You're never going to fit," she said shrilly and as he looked at her, yelped. "You know what I'm talking about."
"I'm sure I'll fit fine," he said with a slight gasp, his arousal was so strong, this was much better than the interface with those two spoiled sponsors.
"No you won't," she argued back. "Redscar said you'd split me in half if you tried."
"Nonsense," he started to say but she was on a roll.
"You hurt me just getting my legs apart, what will happen when you interface with me," she stated fiercely. "You're massive and I'm tiny and delicate so if you want to kill me by interfacing then go ahead. You'll damage my insides, rupture my energon lines and that horrible medic won't be able to fix me this time."
He stared at her as some of her words rang true, the reason he hadn't tried to interface with her their first night was because she was so small and fragile. Despite his teasing of his body, actually using his spike would be a very different matter, there was a chance he could seriously damage something. She was a virgin, no matter who he was, it would hurt her and she would likely start screaming thrashing about. Irritatingly, he had to concede to her logic.
However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to get some satisfaction...
"You don't want me to interface with you?" he said delicately, his fingers still tracing and light probing her weeping valve.
"No," she said heatedly. "I don't want that."
"Very well Femme, I'll make you a little bargain. I won't force my Spike into your little virgin valve but in return, you must learn other ways of pleasuring me. Do you agree?"
"Y-you won't rape me?" she asked, squirming at the intrusion to her delicate valve.
"I won't," he said curtly, he needed release and soon. "Well?"
She bit her lip in indecision but then he gave a slight jab with his finger, making her yelp in pain.
"I agree," she gasped, panting heavily as he smirked and withdrew his finger while also reached to grasp the back of her neck.
As she stared at him with wide optics, he said softly. "You, my dear Femme, are going to suck me off."
"To suck what?" She tried as his spike came to her face and rubbed itself for her face.
Ariel gasped in shock as the massive, now really hard member tried to push its way into her face. "Come on..." He growled while trying to make her open her mouth.
"N- no! N- never! I'll never get that filthy thing in my mouth!" She declared between gritted denta making him growl in annoyance.
"Its clean! Now, get to work!" He roared at her making her flinch and frowned at her tears.
"No! I won't! Is too big, it won't fit!" The pink femme tried again moving her head from side to side wondering when this nightmare will end.
"Yes it will fit! Now, open!" Megatron said this by grabbing her head with both hands so she will not escape.
Meanwhile Ariel was living another horrible nightmare as the hot stick started dripping pre-fluids against her face and he insisted her to take it.
"I am your master! Do as I say!" He thrust his hips forwards but still not gaining entrance. "You said you will obey me, now do it as your master demands!"
"No!" She tried once again making him growl in annoyance before shoving her back onto the berth and reach for her bared valve again making her cry in surprise.
"Well then... I need release and I will take this..." Megatron threatened as his huge shaft rubbed her delicate, untouched and way too small entrance.
"NO!" She cried loudly in desperation as he tried to push in just before...
...someone knocked the door insistently.
Megatron roared in annoyance while lifting himself up and opened the door to deal with whoever was in there and possibly kill him...
...only that it was Redscar and looked surprised at his state and...fully erect spike.
"Am I interrupting something?" he said wryly as Megatron glared at him, snapping. "What do you think, you idiot?"
"I dunno," Redscar said with a maddening shrug which made Megatron want to punch him.
"Redscar," a voice cried from behind the grey Mech. "Please, he's trying to hurt me."
Megatron growled, glancing back and giving his slave a hard stare as she huddled on the berth. Redscar raised an optic brow, saying.
"You've actually been interfacing with her? You know Megatron, if you're not careful, you're going to..."
"Damage her, I know, I know," Megatron said angrily. "The wretched Femme won't obey me and now it seems I can't fully punish her because she breaks so easily."
"I see," mused Redscar, that didn't really surprise him. "And now you want some satisfaction, huh?"
He received a growl and a glare in return for that. Looking past Megatron, he saw the Femme looking flushed and afraid with the look of someone who'd been molested. A thought suddenly struck him about the innocent, young Femme.
"Is she a virgin?" he asked, stepping forward so that Megatron was forced to take a step back. The red Mech casually closed the door so others couldn't gawk and waited for the answer.
"What do you think?" Megatron said irritably, his erection starting to die down a little.
"Ah, sweet innocence," Redscar sighed, casually striding around Megatron and reclining on the berth as Ariel shrunk back from him.
"Don't worry sweet thing, into Mechs remember," Redscar told her comfortingly before looking at Megatron.
"Megatron, you're not going to get satisfaction fast from her if you won't to preserve her body. You gotta take your time, gradually introduce things..."
Seeing that Megatron did not look happy about this, he added.
"Why not show her how it's done?"
Megatron raised an optic brow as Redscar grinned.
"Come on, we've messed around before."
Ariel's optics widened, surely Redscar didn't mean what she thought he meant. That would just be...improper.
"Besides...looks like you need some help too," He almost chuckled and the other gladiator grimaced before looking at a terrified and almost embarrassed femme slave.
"Come on, here..." Redscar sit on the edge of the berth and opened his panel revealing his valve to Megatron.
Ariel gasped and flushed madly...were they really...?!
This time however Megatron reached closer and touched between the other mech's legs making him purr and groan in agreement just before he laid on his back and spread his legs wider for the other.
By now Megatron's spike was hard as before and said mech took it and lined it with Redscar's entrance causing the latter to moan and buckle lightly his hips.
With a sharp move Megatron entered the offered valve and quickly started thrusting madly desiring to get rid of that charge.
The berth started moving in their passion and Ariel couldn't find herself able to remove her optics from the scene.
"Ooohh...Megatron...harder! Deeper!" Redscar demanded and the grey mech then took the other's hip and lifted it slightly making Redscar smile in bliss.
Megatron was not saying a word, just snarling and panting unlike Redscar who just couldn't keep quiet and state all the times how good it felt.
Meanwhile Ariel could not believe what she was witnessing; two of the most deadliest mechs...fragging each other?!
Redscar then took Megatron's head and claimed his lips, the grey mech accepting him and both devoured each other's mouths.
In a few words...it was bestial, not romantic at all for poor Ariel who wished to escape at least the berth but her sore joints forbid her.
She had never seen anything like this in her entire life and she couldn't help but feel ashamed. This was supposed to be something personal and private between lovers but these two didn't seem to care in the slightest, even the fact she was inhabiting the same berth as them. It was extremely lucky that it was a large berth or she might have been crushed beneath them.
And this continued on-wards for quite a while until Redscar gasped out and Megatron roared before both of them shuddered and then collapsed. Ariel swallowed heavily, looking away as they both panted heavily, they were covered in condescension and fluids of all sorts.
"They'll probably make me clean that up," she thought mulishly, wishing she wasn't so helpless.
"That better?" gasped Redscar as Megatron pushed himself up.
"Better," Megatron said, rubbing his face before rolling off his friend but thankfully not onto Ariel.
Redscar glanced over at her and smiled kindly.
"You okay, sweetie?"
She automatically nodded even though her joints ached horribly. The Mech beside her looked sympathetic as he said.
"You look stiff; you should get some oil rubbed into those joints before they seize up."
"That's alright, I'm okay," she mumbled as he said. "Nonsense, I can easily do it for you. That alright Megatron?"
Megatron just grunted, he was now lying on his front and seemed to be indulging in a power nap. Redscar grinned before bringing a cloth from sub space and wiping himself up.
"Imagine having your own washroom," he sighed and Ariel felt a guilty twinge, she had a very tiny one back home but it was still a personal washroom. "What you think Megatron, will you get one when you move?"
Megatron just grunted.
"Uh, he's going to move?" Ariel asked awkwardly, this just felt so weird.
"Oh yeah, he's getting upgraded," Redscar said casually, still cleaning himself carefully. "Dunno when but it should be any cycle now. The bosses reward you when you do well and Megatron knows how to please our sponsors."
As Megatron made another sound, Ariel considered this. Was this why Megatron trained so hard so that he could go up in the world? It was essentially like her and Orion working, trying to save enough for their own place and to provide for future Sparklings. She wondered if he would always have to fight to support himself or could he eventually retire? She really had no idea how it all worked.
"That's...that's good," she tried and Redscar nodded with a smile.
"One cycle I'll move up in the world like Megatron," he declared, winking in the grey Mech's direction. "And make enough credits to move out of Kaon."
"What would you do?" she asked curiously.
"Dunno but I want to settle down someday with a nice cute Mech, maybe have a couple of Sparklings," he said before sighing. "I'd really love a daughter."
Now she understood why he wanted to move out of Kaon because there was no way he could raise a Femme child in such a savage city. She was certainly proof of how easily breakable Femmes were in this place.
"You...want a daughter?" She asked him and he nodded.
"That will definitely make me happy; now, what if you let mw massage those stiff joints of yours, huh?" Redscar offered and she couldn't deny him.
After all, he was being this nice with her since she reminded him of his wishes, having a family and a nice, delicate daughter to love.
Ariel wondered if that was possible, if someday they could abandon this horrible place.
Redscar then took some oil from his subspace and ordered her to lay down, she did so and so he started massaging her; Ariel couldn't help but moan slightly in pleasure as her stiff joints relaxed a little.
"See, sweetspark? Everything will be okay..." The mech said making her nod.
"You have good hands..." She breathed. "You can easily be a professional..."
He smiled at her compliments and thanked her; and soon she was drifting in recharge just like her master.
Sometime later Megatron woke up only to find his slave in Redscar's arms as he rocked her back and forth. The mech smiled at Megatron and said; "She must rest if you want her to recover fast; let her rest, she had a hard time here after coming from a different and less hostile environment."
Megatron just grunted again. "You're getting too attached to her...and she is my slave!"
"I know, Megatron, but I know you can be kind with her... I know what is said about femmes, if you are nice to them, they will be double nice with you...so, why don't you try? You have nothing to lose."
Megatron looked at the peaceful Femme in his friend's arms and grunted.
"So soft," Redscar murmured, meaning the Femme in his lap.
"That was certainly true," Megatron thought to himself as he brought some Energon from sub space and began to drink it.
Thinking over what had happened, he did feel some regret. He honestly hadn't meant for her to get so injured, he had simply wanted to administer some punishment so she'd learn she had to obey him. Then everything had gone to the Pit and he'd been so angry with the whole situation that he'd taken his anger out on his slave and she'd become even more injured. Add to that he always had an unpleasant feeling deep within him after interfacing like a whore for those spoiled rich bots. Having someone completely helpless had given him a rush so he'd lost his sense and tried to hurt her again, in a way, it was just as well that Redscar had interrupted him.
"Alright," he said with a heavy sigh. "I will do as you say and try to be kinder to her. But I still want her to obey me."
"I wasn't suggesting anything else," Redscar said lightly. "You deserve to have someone looking after you, she can attend your needs and I don't just mean the sexual ones."
Megatron looked at him, considering that. Being welcomed home by his cheerful Femme after a hard cycle of either training or fighting, seeing how clean his room looked, having wounds gently taken care of, his armour tended to, the feel of soft armour against his...yes, that didn't sound all that bad. He looked down at his somewhat grimy Femme and said ruefully.
"What are my chances for giving her a proper clean?"
"Better if you have back up," Redscar replied with a grin. "If we go early, there's less change of being bothered if we grab a good spot. I think we're all overdue a good clean myself."
"You would," Megatron stated, giving him a light punch as Redscar smirked at him.
"Nothing wrong with looking presentable," the red Mech told him.
"I thought all the sponsors preferred seeing dirty, strained Mechs, fresh from the arena," Megatron retorted making Redscar laugh. "It doesn't matter, I wouldn't mind a hot oil bath and no doubt it would help her."
He gestured to the Femme still sleeping soundly.
"It will," Redscar assured him before lifting her up and saying. "Here, you should take her, show her you can be gentle."
"Leaving already?" Megatron asked, carefully accepting his Femme as Redscar grinned.
"Not at all, this is a comfy berth," he stated, stretching out, apparently trying to take over the entire berth.
"Shove over," Megatron said, aiming a kick at him which the red Mech dodged nimbly and allowed Megatron to settle down.
"Mmm," Ariel mumbled, moving in her sleep and turning to rest her cheek against her master's chest. He stared down at her, feeling strange all of a sudden.
Redscar noticed Megatron's behaviour and smirked but decided to keep quiet. Who knows, if he ever speaks about what he saw then the other may become harsh and mean towards her.
So, he will just let them be and for Megatron to get use to her...to grow soft to her.
'Heh, that will be fun to see...' Redscar thought before taking a deep breath and powered off.
Meanwhile Megatron laid down onto his berth next his now recharging friend with the sleeping femme in his arms...now chest.
Her presence so close made him feel funny and his spark fluttered as she unconsciously accommodated better on him. Then he caressed her head and back while watching her sleep.
He smiled, she was cute like this and it give him a feeling he couldn't quite name...but he definitely liked it.
Author's note. Can Megatron and Ariel get on any better? Find out next time, until then.
