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"Oh yes," gasped Strika, on her hands and knees while Megatron thrust enthusiastically into her from behind. They were still on her very comfortable berth and he was having a great time.
Until that is...
"Strika, you should have told me our guests had arrived."
Megatron almost choked at the sight of his lover's Sire, who seemed to have come out of nowhere and was currently smirking at them.
"Hello Sire," Strika greeted, scarily unconcerned about his arrival. "I thought you were busy in a meeting, come and sit down. We're nowhere near done, are we Megatron?"
"No," Megatron managed to bite out and personally feeling amazed that he hadn't completely lost his erection. He might be well used to performing in front of spectators but was it too much to ask that his time with Strika could have been private?
"Excellent," Galleon said, going over to a comfy seat and making himself comfortable. "Make sure you don't tire yourself out too much my dear, I'll need you for tonight."
"I won't," she promised as Megatron mentally sighed and prepared himself to continue. Maybe he'd be lucky and the old pervert would fall asleep again."
He reached forward and rubbed her side, making sure she was still having a good time. This action made her purr and her valve constricted around him, causing the grey Mech to groan. Her Sire's presence might be annoying but he was still very much aroused. Bending over her, he nuzzled her while still thrusting deep inside her.
"Ooh, that's good," she moaned out for him. "Don't stop."
"I won't," he murmured to her. "You feel so good."
This made her smile and in turn, her Sire.
"By the way gladiator," Galleon suddenly said. "I met your cute little slave earlier."
Megatron looked up at this.
"I hope she was respectful towards my lord," he managed to say without groaning wantonly.
"She was very respectful," chuckled the old Mech. "Where did you get such a specimen?"
"Limeshot acquired her for me," Megatron replied simply.
Galleon nodded before asking. "I take it she's never attended a proper party before?"
"Not to my knowledge my lord," Megatron said, he doubted she had. From what she'd told him, she'd led a fairly simple life and had definitely not been to a lavish gathering before.
Not happy with the present conversation, Strika squeezed her thighs and made her lover gasp out loud. He growled and gripped her harder, causing her to grin. That's what she wanted, his entire attention upon her. And most certainly not on his delicate, pretty femme slave.
Hours later, to Megatron's dislike, Strika's sire had not fallen asleep, and not just that...
...to his horror the fragger started suggesting them the next poses they 'must try'.
And Strika, being the femme she was, a very obedient daughter, obeyed and forced him to obey too. Many of the poses were very awkward to the gladiator as it made him feel exposed somehow.
Then Lord Galleon checked his chrono and said to the panting lovers: "Good, you may continue later, now, go and get clean that the party will begin soon."
And with that, he finally left leaving them alone.
'At last!' Megatron thought as his lover remained in silence trying to catch some air. He groaned before lifting himself up and placed himself atop the femme and kissed her.
The kiss was returned, but she was obviously tired; just what her sire told her not to be; but she couldn't help it. Megatron then touched again her side and she automatically spread her legs again for him, her valve, stuffed with his transfluid that now dripped out seemed ready to take him again.
Once again the gladiator was surprised with how responsive she was, and he loved it. She groaned loudly as he eased himself back inside her overused and oversensitive valve and begun thrusting gently and slow, a way to enjoy each other after such intense seasons.
He gasped and kissed her neck, she just submitted at his mercy and allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her, and is what he did, he made love to her, and when they come, it was sweet and yet powerful... Sadly knocking Strika out.
Megatron noticed and then pulled out from her and enjoying the view of her spread legs and filled with his cum, valve.
He'd never enjoyed that kind of sight before.
So, without wasting a second, on unsteady legs, he barely stumbled to the femme's private washracks to clean himself, too tired to notice the luxuries. When he returned, Strika was still out, so he took a towel and some cleanser and cleaned her a little before taking her up in his arms, bridal style and returned to the washracks with her to clean her properly.
When he was satisfied, laid her onto the couch near and cleaned the mess they've made as he was used to do.
In that moment, Strika started stirring and noticed she was all clean, then saw her lover...cleaning.
"No need to do that... I'll call a servant," She said softly for a moment startling him. "Come here..." She asked.
He did, and when she moved, she felt her reproductive chamber full and slouching with sweet transfluid liquid. It seemed her lover had no idea how to clean someone else's insides... But still, she loved the feeling... Even then she better purge it before a spark was formed, and her sire had not given her permission to spark yet.
Perhaps someday soon.
"What?" He said when knelt to her reach.
"I've called some servants to bring us some energon and clean, take me back to the washracks, please," She said almost lazily.
He obeyed and she noticed her legs were really wobbly and could barely stand on her own. She hoped no one notices it.
Then later, when they refuelled and felt much more...energized, slowly went to the main hall to receive the guests. However Strika, no matter how refuelled she was, her legs sometimes seemed to wobble a little.
Luckily there was her Megatron to support her.
"Are you alright?" he asked in concern.
"I'll be fine," she said hastily, hoping that this would pass. "I just need your arm for the moment."
"I won't stray from your side," he said kindly, giving her a little nuzzle. She smiled widely at him as they descended some ornately craved steps to the entrance hall. The architecture was beautiful designed with white marble and a gold banister. Servants were waiting for them at the bottom, all of them polished and looking very presentable.
Just as he was wondering where Ariel was, she suddenly appeared just as he reached the bottom with Strika.
"Master," she greeted with a little bow. "Lady Strika."
Megatron smirked at her, someone had been learning from the other slaves and servants. He found he quite liked it especially with such a pretty collar around her neck. Hopefully, they'd be able to spend some time together later.
"Ariel, I hope you've been a good femme," he greeted smugly, still supporting Strika.
"Yes master," she said softly. "Do you require anything?"
"No, just stay by our side," he commanded. "And when I am busy later, you can serve lady Strika."
"I will," she promised as the first few guests started to arrive.
Strika looked her over, his slave was looking very pretty. Her armour was nicely buffed and waxed, she was bound to attract attention. But she couldn't please Megatron like Strika could, she was far too small and breakable.
"Just stay close," she told the smaller femme. "I wouldn't go with any of the guests if they try to take you away."
The young femme grimaced, she knew what Strika was talking about. However, all she did was nod, indicating that she understood. Satisfied, Strika prepared to welcome their guests, one of her brothers should be coming along in a while to assist.
Megatron bowed respectfully to all those who came up to them while Strika greeted them. Ariel inclined her head, standing a little to the side of her master while looking over all the quest. Most of them were clearly wealthy although a few had brought polished servants with them. It was amazing to her, this was a part of Cybertron she never thought existed. She knew those with credits and powers employed plenty of people but had never thought this included slaves.
It was a part of society that the newsfeeds never seemed to touch on.
"Ooh, are you here Megatron?" one guest exclaimed excitedly and Ariel recognised him as one of the sponsors who had visited the arena. She frowned as she realised he had probably slept with her master and this was confirmed when the young noblemech ran a hand over the grey Mech's form.
Her master just smiled and bowed his head, tolerating the invasion of his personal space with grace. She really didn't know how he coped, she would have gone insane by now. Then again, she'd never really needed to do desperate things to survive, Megatron had clawed his way to the top through sheer strength and determination. Something she couldn't help but admire.
"Welcome," Strika greeted once more. "My Sire is expecting you, he's waiting just through there."
"Thank you," the young Mech said, giving Megatron another admiring look before following his partner.
"He loves to be dominated," whispered Megatron to his lover who couldn't help smiling.
Eventually, to Ariel's relief, they were able to leave and join the party. Most of the attention had been on her master and Strika but a few appraising looks had been thrown her way. She felt it would be easier to sneak away once the party was in full swing. As she followed Megatron and Strika in, she spotted Jazz who grinned at her. He was apparently going to be helping the entertainment so they weren't likely to have much chances for talking.
It was him who'd finally shown her the quarters she was staying in, saying she should get ready for the party as her master was probably too busy for her. At least she hadn't been asked to clean anything up.
"Ah, there you are, my dear," Lord Galleon greeted, one of his young sons by his side. "Sit with me, we will eat before we partake in some entertainment."
There were divans and large cushions everywhere so that guests could recline without much formality. Large platters of different delicacies were laid on tables and servants were loading plates to offer their masters.
"Shall I get you something?" Ariel questioned as Megatron reclined just below Strika, showing she was socially higher than him.
"Yes, make sure you bring Megatron some nice things," ordered Strika and Ariel hurried to obey, picking her away across the floor to fill up a plate. After filling a pot with some exotic sticky sauce, she lifted many other things onto the platter and quickly too it back to Megatron, placing it on a little table.
Strika leaned down, grabbed some sort of stuffed fruit, dipped it into the sticky sauce before offering it to Megatron. He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him, causing the stocky femme to giggle. Not sure what else to do, Ariel went and got another platter so that Strika would be able to eat as well. She glanced around, watching the other servants, trying to make sure she didn't make any mistakes.
She saw some helping themselves to some food and decided she could risk it. She grabbed a purple covered crystal and popped it into her mouth, crunching it up. Taking the platter back, she settled it into another table and sat onto a pillow near Megatron. At least it felt safe by his side, she didn't really want to go near anyone else in case they tried something. It probably wasn't the done thing to smack one of these selfish nobles in the face.
"Delicious," Megatron murmured, catching Strika's hand and licking her fingers.
Strika giggled again before glancing at Ariel.
"You may eat," she said graciously, she was enjoying herself so much with her lover.
"Thank you, my lady," Ariel said thankfully, doing as she was told.
Many bots were now walking around the gardens and helping themselves with the sweets around. Ariel could also devise some charming mechs accompanying other, much wealthier, mechs.
She frowned; now she knows how to distinguish a simple servant from another that was used for something else.
"May I have your attention, please," Lord Galleon announced every present. "This is a wonderful night and I am, just as my sons and daughter, that you all could come, but this is a night to have fun, to enjoy the beauties," As he said that, many chuckled or tightened their grips on their accompanies with big grins or smirks. "To enjoy a good show I've prepared for you all..."
At that, Strika sat straight.
"As you can see," He continued. "I've convinced Megatron, our favourite gladiator back in Kaon, to assist to this party and to show us a demonstration of his skills."
Many claps sounded after that as many others looked at Megatron with lustful optics.
Ariel shivered at the idea; those intense gazes could even rape, she was sure.
"And now, if you honour us, give us a demonstration of your skills," And as he said that, two guards stepped into a makeshift arena and bent to their master.
Megatron, understanding, walked towards it too, saluted the presents and said: "It is an honour to me to be here, pleasing my lord and his guests." And with that, he entered.
A bell ringed, and both guards attacked him.
It was indeed a very catching show, even Strika was looking with admiration...and ignoring Ariel who was sneaking away from her using everyone's distraction.
She would have loved to see her master fight, but she knows that talking to her beloved Orion will be even better.
So, she walked around the hallways of the palace looking for any console that may give her a little privacy, and she found one.
"Orion...come on...answer...please..." She tried anxiously before -just as she predicted- her beloved answered with a sleepy face since he seemed to have recharged right in front of his console. "Orion! My love!" She cried excitedly.
The young mech at the other side of the call jumped and almost cried too.
"I miss you...so much..." He said this as he cried, seeing the femme he loves so far and yet so close. "Where are you? I'll rescue you!"
She shook her head in tears. "You can't, love... It's too dangerous, if it was so easy, I would have escaped myself long ago... Kaon...is a dangerous city... There are big mechs...really big ones, if they see you they will not hesitate to enslave you too."
Orion shook his head, but she continued. "Where I am, is a place without rules...with its' own rules... No enforcers dares to go there... It's like another world... A dangerous one!"
"But I want you back!" He insisted.
"In time... We will be together again, love, I want to be back in your arms again... But we can't... My... Master... He's reasonable, we had some issues in the past but now he knows he can't hurt me."
"He hurt you?!" Roared the crying mech. "Answer me, Ariel, he hurt you?!" Optics looking for answers in hers.
She bit down her lip and just nodded.
"Bastard! I'll kill him!"
"No!" She said gasping in desperation. "He will squish you! If you love me, don't try to rescue me because you will get yourself hurt... And that will hurt me! Please Orion, promise me!"
"Ariel, he must pay!" The other tried but she shook her head.
"No, Orion, I am not putting myself in his place or defending him, but believe me, he's paying... And it's too dangerous for you to come or me to escape! Understand that!" She said sternly looking how sparkbroken her love looked. "I will return to you, just wait, keep the hope... We are meant to be together!"
And with that she placed one of her little and delicate hands against the console, he followed her example, as if they could touch.
"I love you..." She said in tears now.
"I love you too..." He said also crying. "I'll wait... I'll wait forever if I must, just because you ask me... But one word, just one word, Ariel, and I will move earth and air, even metal, to get to you."
She smiled lovingly at him, but before she could answer, she gasped while looking to a side and cut the call.
Orion remained there, with his hand against the screen as he cried brokenly.
...
Ariel dried her tears before an extremely elegant mech, with a blue cape appeared a few steps from her. A frown written in his blue and calculating optics.
"Sir..." She said bowing before trying to walk away... But he stopped her with a long, silver rod.
He then looked at the offlined console, then back at her. Their optics meeting each other; a couple of frightened ones versus a couple of cold, knowing ones.
"Please...excuse me...," She tried as he now reached for her and lifted up her face to look at her better...and the ornamented collar she wore. He frowned again, his mouth a perfect arch downwards.
She tried to get away again, this mech was making her nervous, and this time he stopped her by accidentally placing one of his hands against her chest...
Both gasped, she, louder... At the strange feeling that occurred.
But still, Ariel disliked anyone touching her there that wasn't her Orion, so out of instinct, she slapped him hard across the face, turned on her heels and ran away.
No one tried to stop her, the Mech was probably too surprised at her actions to react quickly enough. However, she still heard a demand for her to stop, one which she completely ignored. It was only when she'd almost reached the party did she stop, her spark pulsing with fear. She knew she'd be in big trouble if that Mech caught her again, he was clearly a noble and she'd slapped him.
"Oh Primus," she groaned, she should not have done that but she hadn't been able to help herself. His very presence had scared her so much and when his touch had caused that strange reaction...
She quickly glanced around, there was no sign of him. She did not remember seeing him before, he had not been one of the guests they'd greeted meaning he must have arrived after they'd left the entrance hall. So there was a chance he had no idea who she was with so perhaps she could escape punishment.
In order to do that, she would have to sneak back in and make sure she stayed out of sight. Hopefully, Strika and Megatron would both be too distracted.
Making her way inside, keeping her head down, she could hear cheers and excited discussion. She supposed her master had just done something impressive, the crowd was certainly enjoying themselves. Which made it very easy for her to slip behind them all unnoticed and finally take her place on a pillow just behind Strika who was still sitting forward eagerly. She peeked out and saw Megatron standing proudly, the guards lying on the ground, obviously alive but defeated.
She was glad to see that they did not appear badly injured, just a little stunned perhaps.
"Incredible," sighed Strika, glancing back at Ariel who tried to look very engaged.
"Yes, it was," she said quickly as the large femme looked back admiringly at Megatron.
"Mmm," she murmured, what a Mech he was. Skilled enough to put on a very impressive show and yet barely leave a mark on his opponents. No wonder he was the top gladiator.
If she had to have anyone's sparkling, she would gladly have his.
"A stirring performance," her Sire declared proudly, the gladiator knew how to make it worth your while. "Well done."
Megatron bowed to the host, one fist against his chest. The crowd was very content, they weren't seized with blood lust, tonight was all about enjoyment of skill and other pleasures available to them.
"Go back now, we may have another show later," the old Mech added, allowing Megatron to return to his place beside Strika.
"Magnificent," she purred, giving him a kiss which he returned.
"I thought so," he replied smugly, making her laugh and give him a light punch.
"Hah," she declared. "I bet I could lay you out on your back."
"As long as you were on top, I'd enjoy every moment of it," he said suggestively, causing her to giggle. Ariel just sat back, trying to settle down and look relaxed.
Meanwhile, Galleon was leaning back in his seat, accepting a glass of High Grade that one of his personal servants had just handed him. Just as he was taking a seat, one of his associates joined him.
"Ah, Sliverclaw," he exclaimed, gesturing for his servant to fill a glass for his quest. "Glad you could make it."
As the other inclined his head, Galleon noticed something.
"Is that a scuff on your cheek?" he said in surprise, Sliverclaw was not a Mech to ever appear untidy.
The Mech raised a hand and delicately touched the scuffed area.
"Hmm, yes," he said in a cold voice. "She left a mark.
"She?" Galleon said in amazement. "Don't tell me someone dared to strike you?"
"They did dare," drawled out the other in an even tone.
"My dear fellow, who was it?" Galleon wanted to know, he could not believe that any of his servant would do such a thing.
"A pink little femme, I believe one of your most prized slaves since she had an ornamented collar," Grunted Silverclaw forcing himself to not touch his offended cheek.
"Oh, really?" The elder said recognizing the details his friend described... and who that femme was.
"Yes, I want her found and against a pole before I, myself, slash her back!" Exclaimed the elegant blue and silver mech with a deep frown.
"Oh, well I'll see what I can do-" Tried the old man but was only interrupted by his friend again.
"She will not be hard to find, not many slaves wear those collars, I want her punished now!" He demanded arrogantly.
"Now?!" Asked in mild shock lord Galleon. "But we cannot do that now, we're at a party, perhaps later when everyone is gone."
"I want her found now, Galleon, NOW!" He barked out of himself also remembering the odd feeling he had when he touched her chest; it only angered him more somehow.
His sudden bark caused everyone to go silent and look in their direction, even Ariel, behind her master... and she gasped before hiding herself again. Her spark beating against her chest in fear.
"Yes! Now, we have a special presentation to all of you," The lord of the house decided to distract his guest with another announcement instead; his friend remained by his side barely hiding his rage. "You all know my daughter Strika, she's a skilled warrior and my personal bodyguard, I've trusted her my life and her brothers'' lives so many times, and she was always loyal and invincible... so, without more presentations, I introduce her... and Megatron, both will delight us with a show of skills! Let's give them some claps!"
Everyone gave loud ovation the couple as they stood from their chairs and walked towards the makeshift arena; Ariel meanwhile hid better hoping against hope that the noble bastard that dared to touch her will not see her...
...but he did... and she gasped in shock as their looks crossed and then locked.
"Fight!" Lord Galleon ordered before a bell ringed and both Megatron and Strika started sparring.
Megatron smirked, Strika was indeed a good fighter and a very respectful opponent in battle... but still, he can beat her here-
Just as he was thinking in his strategy for taking the bulky femme down, he watched his own little femme raising herself from her pillow and hurry away from the room, very much closely followed by a furious noblemech...his optics widened as he recognised him and his actions towards his femme...
...however that hesitation and time he spent petrified cost him the victory, as Strika beat him down and he found himself unable to move anymore to everyone's surprise...even his.
Many clapped and laughed saying that the great Megatron was beaten by a femme; he only forced a smile at them and bent onto his knee in front of his victor, still finding himself nervous about his slave... and wondering where she left?!
"If anyone is capable of defeating me, without doubt and shame, I can say, Lady Strika; it is an honour to be beneath you," He said and everyone said 'ooooohh' at them.
The bulky femme flushed and allowed him to kiss her hand.
However he was worried about his slave, and Strika could tell...just before she too noticed the little one was not where she should be. She frowned at that and guided him away from the arena and the hall apologising to everyone who wished to talk to them and promising them to talk to them later as Megatron grew more worried by the second.
Once they were far away enough, he started panting in fear, for once. "Where is she, where did she go?!"
"Calm down, I'll track her with the help of her collar," She said and waited for a second before saying; "This way." And both hurried towards the gardens before hearing someone roaring:
"How dare you touch me?! You filthy slave!"
Strika and Megatron hurried and found Ariel on the ground, against a wall, crying with a mech holding high his silver rod about to hit her.
"Lord Sliverclaw!" Strika exclaimed and he paused, turning to look at them with a furious expression.
"This slave," he declared, pointing at Ariel with his sliver rod. "Dared to strike me earlier!"
"What?" Megatron said in complete shock as his slave shook with fear and distress.
Strika frowned as she spotted the scuffed mark on the noble's cheek, Ariel must have slapped him.
"That is unacceptable behaviour," she told the young femme sternly, wondering how she had done such a thing. "You are in big trouble."
"I didn't mean it," whimpered the crying femme. "I'm sorry."
"That's beside the point," Strika told her, going forward and pulling her up. "You must apologise to lord Sliverclaw and clean that mark."
Ariel shrank away, she didn't want to go anywhere near that horrible Mech. But Strika was unrelenting and dragged her forward, regardless of the old Mech's glare. So Ariel was forced to take out a cloth and when Strika lifted her up, carefully buffed the mark away. It was extremely hard not to twist her face in disgust, especially when her Spark seemed to react against the contact.
Judging by his twisted expression, Sliverclaw was experiencing the same discomfort.
"That's better," Strika said, setting her down when the young femme had finished.
"I'm not satisfied," he declared as Ariel tried to hide behind Strika. "I demand you whip her."
"No," moaned Ariel, remembering how she'd been hurt before.
"Yes," he said cruelly. "This little wretch not only struck me but I also caught her at a console station."
Megatron's optics widened before narrowing. "Is this true?" he wanted to know.
She shifted, she didn't want to admit it. If she did, then she would be in even more trouble and Megatron might take steps to make sure she was never able to contact Orion again. But of course, her silence give all gathered an answer.
"I demanded your Sire deal with her but he wouldn't," Sliverclaw now complained to Strika.
"I'm sorry my lord," she said soothingly. "But you know my Sire, he would not want to spoil things. We will deal with her and you may watch if that is satisfactory."
"Hmm, I suppose," he said grudgingly.
"Megatron," Strika commanded and reading her intention, he took hold of Ariel's hand and followed Strika as she led them away, Sliverclaw following closely.
"W-where are we going?" Ariel asked fearfully, nowhere near strong enough to stop herself being dragged along.
"To a punishment pole," Megatron stated quietly, very unhappy about the situation but helpless to prevent it. "You should not have done that Ariel."
"I know, I'm sorry," she said helplessly.
"Take my advice," he said in an even quieter tone. "Scream as loud as possible, he'll be satisfied quickly."
She stared at him, once again horrified by the 'rules of the game' which dictated her master's life. And her dislike of the Mech behind her grew, what kind of a monster was he that he enjoyed others pain.
"No! No, don't!" She barked twisting somehow her arm free from her master's grasp.
"Behave, femme!" Strika ordered stepping forward and grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her from running.
"He touched me! He dared to touch me!" Ariel squeaked on the border of tears. "He touched my face and chest!"
Megatron's optics widened and Strika's frowned. Lord Silverclaw scowled.
"I- I thought he wanted to take me!" The little pink femme continued.
Strika's optics directed themselves to the lord's and an optic ridge was lifted.
"My lord Silverclaw... You know you're free to take any servant we have here as you please," The bulky femme stated, for a moment scaring little Ariel. "However, this one here is not to be touched by anyone but her master... I believe her symbols are clear enough?" She finished tilting up the little femme's head up to show up her collar.
By now Ariel was openly crying. "She's a new servant... And you obviously scared her, please, understand her reasons for slapping you," Strika added, but when the other started growling, she added: "However she will be punished for daring to take such decisions and reactions towards you."
"No...please... I didn't mean it...please!" Ariel tried again, but the horrible mech added to her horror:
"And what about her using a console?! Servants are forbidden to use them!"
It was obvious he wished to see her scream in pain.
"No! He's lying!" She tried squeaking. "I haven't! Just considered it but declined at the last minute!"
Megatron was not so convinced by her tears somehow and took her face up to look at her and see the truth. Yeah, she was a bad liar.
"You haven't?" He said darkly.
She shook her head and lowered her gaze before whispering so only he and Strika could hear: "No one answered." And more tears flowed from her optics as she thought about her spark breaking to have to cut the call from her beloved Orion.
It seemed to work in convincing those two. However she will still not escape punishment.
Strika nodded to Megatron and so he started dragging a crying Ariel again.
"And you, my lord Silverclaw, should not have touched MY slave; I know you would not appreciate someone touching what is yours either," Said Strika in a mildly upsetting tone.
The other just grunted, but she was right, he should not have touched that slave without permission; but there was something about her...besides the console...
"I did not intend to touch her with that intention!" He finally exclaimed, but Strika added:
"You still did, you scared her; you should have informed me before even thinking about laying a finger on what is mine!" Exclaimed the femme clearly angered.
Somehow this time, Silverclaw felt intimidated by her; even if she was not a legitimate child, her sire legally adopted her and she had a nobility air plus a warrior one that choked him forcing him to give her the reason.
Well, at least the little arrogant femme will be punished.
When they reached the punishment pole, instead of tying her there, Megatron sat on a nearby rock, laid Ariel on her front on his lap and...
...spanked her rear.
The little femme gasped, blue optics widening before she tried to struggle herself free.
"What?!" Exclaimed Silverclaw in almost rage as the little femme squeaked in indignation before demanding Megatron to stop...only for him to continue.
Strika snorted and covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing. This was so much better than slashing her back... Perhaps she should practice it with her servants if they fail.
"Nooo...stop! Please...! I won't do it again!" Ariel cried loudly remembering the gladiator's advice...but still...his heavy hand on her little aft hurt!
"You'd better not," Megatron warned her sternly, inwardly pleased that he hadn't been forced to lash her back. After all the trouble he'd had with her previous injuries, he did not want to have to go through that again.
Sliverclaw was scowling furiously, this was not what he'd envisioned at all. If it had been up to him, he would have seen her thoroughly lashed. He'd even go so far as to carry out the whipping himself, to really drive home the point that he did not tolerate insolent slaves. This slave was obviously spoiled, for all that she was a new one.
Ariel continued to thrash and yelp with pain, definitely not acting as she tried to escape her master's clutches. His hand was unrelenting as was his grip on her, her rear was being extremely abused. She was sure she would not be able to sit down in a hurry.
"That's enough," Strika finally announced, having decided that Ariel had been sufficiently punished.
"As you wish, my lady," Megatron said respectfully, ceasing his smacking and placing Ariel on her feet.
Sniffing, she rubbed at her optics, trying to resist the urge to soothe the burning ache in her aft. She didn't want to rub it while lord Sliverclaw was glaring at her, he almost had a permanently angry expression. When her master gave her a nudge, she looked at him and he nodded in the noble's direction.
Realising what he wanted, she looked down and said softly. "I'm sorry for slapping you my lord, it won't happen again."
"We shall see," he replied coldly, tightening his grip on his sliver cane and longing to crack it against her armour. There was just something about her that made his life force boil.
"Why don't we all return to the party?" suggested Strika, knowing the noble was likely to hold a grudge but he had been in the wrong for originally touching the little pink femme. "I'm sure my Sire would enjoy sharing some of his own High Grade with you, lord Sliverclaw."
He nodded and turned on his heels to head back. There was nothing else he could accomplish here but he would not be forgetting this incident any time soon.
Strika and Megatron allowed him to draw ahead before following at a more sedate pace with Ariel between them.
"So," Megatron stated. "You were trying to contact that boyfriend of yours."
He said 'boyfriend' with a considerable amount of contempt.
"Yes," she admitted, hoping they would continue to believe she hadn't reached him.
"But I only wanted to let him know I was okay," she burst out in a rush. "I was never going tell name names or places. I just needed him to know that I still love him."
"So you weren't expecting him to rescue you?" her master asked with a certain amount of sarcasm.
"He couldn't," she said morosely. "I'm not stupid enough to think he could, he'd only be badly hurt or enslaved. I...I just wanted to see him again."
"It was still foolish," scolded Strika. "You must not do that again."
"Yes my lady," she said softly, wondering if she'd ever have an opportunity to contact Orion again.
"What will your Sire think of this?" Megatron asked Strika.
"He trusts my judgement," she stated. "And I was well within my rights to reduce the punishment, he should not have touched your slave while she wore that collar. He will be angry but it will pass in time. Until then Ariel, stay away from him."
"I will," Ariel assured him. "I didn't like him."
Once again, she remembered the strange feeling in her spark and tried not to shiver.
"Clean yourself up," Megatron advised, her face was still rather tear stained. "And this time, stay close to us."
She just nodded and wondered what was that odd feeling in her spark she felt each time she was near that bad mech?
Perhaps she can ask Megatron later if he knows... Or Strika? She is a femme after all, she may know something she perhaps is unknown about.
Well, enough troubles for her master and his femme for now.
"Here," Said Strika opening a door and telling her to enter.
It was a room and her questioning optics told Strika that she needed to know what was happening.
"You are staying here in my quarters until the party is over, it will be better if lord Silverclaw doesn't sees you for the rest of the party or he may just grow angrier," The bulky femme said sternly.
"Thank you, my lady..." Ariel said entering.
Before the door was closed, the other femme said to her: "Stay here, do not come out; Silverclaw may come around for a walk and I don't want you in more troubles for Megatron. Rest for now."
"Yes my lady... Thank you," She said before the door was closed and locked in front of her.
After that, she decided to explore the immense department the gladiatorial femme possessed... And a very luxurious washracks... With many perfumed oils and cleansers.
"Wow... It seems lady Strika is a princess..." She concluded.
Well, perhaps if she takes a warm bath to soothe the ache of her rear and other stressed parts, she will not get mad; after all, she's not touching her oils and cleansers.
Once the beautiful marble tub was filled, she entered and allowed herself to relax into the calming waters, eventually falling in a deep recharge that not even she realized about it.
...
Hours later, again... Silverclaw wandered around the ornamented hallways; he needed to catch some air.
His friend had told him to just forget about the little femme, that she's a servant and had not meant to harm him, just that.
But he felt enraged about her, he hated that little femme with all his spark; his pride forced him to hate her even more. Luckily he had not seen her again, Strika was not with her and possibly locked her somewhere.
Good, he was not in the mood to ever see her again-
He suddenly gasped and stopped in his tracks. Then turned his head towards an ornamented door... One of his friend's creations' quarters' door. Somehow his spark pulled him towards said room and he didn't know why, it only angered him more.
Then it occurred to him that perhaps that little slave was in there, so this must be Strika's room.
With a frown, he looked at the code pad before releasing a little disk that will allow him to discover the code to open the door... And after he'd inserted it, with a smirk on his face, it unlocked.
It seems he will have his revenge after all.
Following his spark's pull, he reached the washracks...and there she was... Recharging in the filled tub.
He raised his silver rod then...
...but just as he was about to strike her, his spark clenched hard, forcing him to kneel and growl. "What...?" He said, but then she woke up, screamed out loud in fear and escaped by running away from him for her life, leaving behind traces of water.
He was left there, shocked...
"Wha...what was that...?!" He said to himself.
He truly could not understand it and that was what worried him.
Author's note. Why are Ariel and Sliverclaw experiencing strange sensations? Can Megatron manage to protect his precious slave? Find out next time, until then.