Chapter 11
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After what seemed like stellar cycles, Barricade finally relented his hold on the 2 femmes to answer a comlink. Nightfury watched him closely while Pixel moved from her lying position to sit close to Nightfury. They could tell something was going to happen, and neither of them was going to like it. Barricade looked back to them with a sick smirk on his faceplates while he spoke. Taking his claw from his audio receiver, he moved back to them.
"Lord Megatron has requested your company, Nightfury," he smirked, only received a glare from the seeker. Looking back to Pixel, a saddened expression took place of her glare; she pulled the smaller femme into a tight hug,
"Stay strong for me, okay?" Pixel knew what was coming for Nightfury; she could only nod before pulling her back into a tight hug and allow a few tears to fall. Nightfury willingly stood from the berth and moved to Barricade, fearing if she disobeyed, both of them would be shocked and pain was the last thing Nightfury wanted Pixel to be put through. Firmly gripping her arm, Barricade lead Nightfury out of the room but not before glancing back to Pixel, the same sick grin on his face as he left with her protector.
The little femme pulled her legs to her chestplates and tried to relax. She was alone now and didn't know for how long. Would Night be alright with Megatron? Would he hurt her? So many horrible things could happen, it made her cringe just thinking about it.
"Finally, I thought they'd never leave," an all too familiar deep voice sounded. Snapping open her aqua optics and looking to the doorway, standing there was none other than the Decepticon Second-in-command. Starscream's ruby optics roamed over her armorless frame, causing her to feel bear before him. Glossa slipping out and over his dermal plating as he stalked into the room; fast fingers made short work of the doors lock and sound-proof systems with a loud clang and thunk. She was trapped, crawling back on the berth in a ditch effort to get away from the larger seeker; he only followed like a predator stalking its prey.
Her arms soon became tangled in the numerous sheets covering the berth like a nest, causing her to slip and land on her back – giving Starscream the chance to pounce. Pinning her down and slipping between her legs, she had nowhere to got let alone move to.
"How I have envisioned this," he smirked, optics glued to her heaving and quaking frame. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her neck cables; licking and nipping until she gasped and wriggled about. Pulling back onto his kneepads, one servo pinning her down by her shoulder joints, his other servo slipping over her now-removable pelvic plating and snapping off the latches. As the plating came off, Starscream wrapped her legs around his waist preventing her from hiding her modesty. Smirking he began stroking her valve lining, mindful of his sharp talons, before he worked a finger in.
Pixel tried to block everything out: Starscream's leering gaze, his servos touching and groping every inch of her protoform, his finger working into her valve. She hated it…hated herself for not being able to resist. But she was pulled out of such thoughts when Starscream growled…and not in a good way. His finger was removed and she was harshly forced to look him in the optics, inches from his faceplates,
"Who broke your seal?" he growled, his grip causing slight dents in her arms. Flinching from the pain, she looked back with frightful optics. Slag! She couldn't tell him about Knock Out, he might do something bad to him! She couldn't do that to him, but what if Starscream saw through a lie? Despite what she had heard around the decepticon ship and from the Autobots; Starscream may be a glitch, but a smart one. She looked away shamefully, only for him to pull her helm back by her chin and glared her down. "Who?"
"I…I don't know!" she whimpered, "Before…Nightfury found me…I…I didn't see his faceplates…" it was half true. It did happen before Nightfury found her, in the earth forest but hopefully Starscream would just assume she meant when she was little. Looking back to him, she could see the thought behind his optics until his heated gaze returned, fanning sympathy,
"Poor little thing," moving his servo to her cheek and stroked it affectionately, "Allow me to erase such nasty memories," tingles followed his servo running down her back struts until his groped her aft, grinding her into his pelvic armor – snapping back and pressurized plug standing at attention and rubbed against her port. Her small surprised gasp only pushed him on as he let her fall back onto the soft berth, legs locked on his hip joints while his servo gripped hers – one was brought to his girth while the other was placed to her valve. "I will teach you everything you'll need to know for pleasuring me,"
He moaned as her petite servo was forced to wrap around his cable while the other moved her fingers to prod and stroke her port. "Displease me and I'll be forced to punish you…" lust grew in his optics, making them glow brighter, "Oh yes, punish you," making her servo pump while the other worked her port caused his processor to almost go blank with lust, watching her innocent optics watching herself play with her port and his plug. "Don't stop," he warned, his servos moving away from her as she timidly continued what he wished of her, fearing the punishment he promised if she were to stop or disobey – the thought of being shocked again and unintentionally hurting Night was out of the question.
Leaning over her, barely keeping his composure, he watched as her fingers were becoming drenched in his pre-transfluid and her own lubricant pushed that little bit further; forcing her servos away, moving further into her legs and teasing her port with his cable's tip. She knew what was coming, taking a deep cycle she felt him push in and filling her to the brim. Fully within her in one swift move, his resolve diminished and he pumped into her with earnest.
While Starscream groaned and moaned in unbridled pleasure, Pixel was bordering on pleasure and pain. No offence to Knock Out but Starscream was slightly wider, causing her valve to be pushed to the very limit, hoping nothing tore while he rammed into her. Trying to hold back her cries to discourage him, a rather violent thrust pulled out her cries, pushing him on until overload was imminent. Pixel was the first to fall into overload, screaming out while Starscream continued on a few more thrusts before he too followed into pure bliss.
She could feel his transfluid fill her beyond her limits, such a strange sensation, filling with warmth that made her cringe in disgust. Both were panting while the afterglow began to ebb away, thinking it was over was dashed when Starscream loomed over Pixel's faceplates,
"We're not done yet," Starscream heaved the smaller femme onto his lap, not removing his cable from her and leaned against the soft pillows on the berth. Before she could protest, Starscream had removed the glass covering her pink spark, squeaking once it was exposed. Her arms tried to hide her spark from his gaze but only for him to push them aside and drink in what he had found. Eyeing her shivering spark like an energon treat, he infact moved forward and began kissing, licking and sucking on her lifeforce. New waves of pleasure racked her frame as Pixel gripped Starscream's shoulder armor. Smirking at the desired reaction, he began to piston his hips, moving in time to his licks.
Once again taken by pleasure, Pixel never noticed Starscream parting his armor and revealing his ember spark. Just as their release was at its zenith, starscream crashed his spark into hers; Pixel could feel the invading presence within herself but had no strength to fight back. The spark coupling only lasted a second as they fell from the cliff into ectasy, their chest plates pulling away from each other – a single strand of light connected their sparks until it receided into Pixel. The same warm feeling as before flooded her core, but something within her clicked and the bloated feeling soon disappeared.
Once the last few tremors racked through her, Pixel slumped against Starscream. Panting and unable to remain awake, she flinched when the con began to stroke her helm and hummed contently before he too, followed her into recharge.
As Barricade ushered Nightfury through the Nemesis to the chambers she, would no doubt, be leaving anytime soon, she could feel the stares and hear the murmurs of all the drones they had passed. Despite her standing, she didn't let these rust-buckets see her vulnerable.
"Lord Megatron is quite taken with you femme," Barricade smirked, looking back to his quarry. She showed no emotion as he glanced back at her, "Makes me wonder if the same goes for my little Pixel?"
"She isn't yours," she hissed, angered by his claim,
"Like you can protect her now," he snapped back, "1 wrong move, 1 disobedient act and you'll be the reason for her pain," Nightfury said nothing, grudgingly knowing he was right. Her disobedience would only cause pain not only for herself but for Pixel too.
Soon they came to a large door, the Decepticon insignia etched into the frame. Barricade pressed a button just next to the door and waited for a reply. The door soon slides open, Megatron standing before him with a blank sneer. Seeing Nightfury before him, his faceplates twisted into his trademark smirk. Nodding to Barricade, the purple and black mech produced a pair and low-level stasis cuffs – pulling Nightfury's servos out, he slapped the cuffs on and ensured the connections were strong. Seeing his master pleased, the purple and black con pushed Nightfury into the room, but not before sneering at her,
"Enjoy my liege…I wonder how commander starscream is doing?" he thought outloud before the door hissed shut and locked. It took Nightfury a moment to realize just what Barricade meant. Starscream was with Pixel! But before she could make any attempt to move, Megatron grabbed her shoulder plates and pulled back. Pulled tightly to his frame, she stiffened when the tyrant's servo grabbed her aft and forced a leg between hers, pushing and rubbing her crotch plating. Soft gasps and hums came from her unconsciously as he moved her hips up and down his leg,
"How I have wanted to see you like this," he hissed, pulling her closer to whisper in her audios, "Submissive, all that bravado and courage you always hold pushed aside for the sake of pleasure," she shivered as his glossa teased her receptors. Suddenly, with a click and the sound of shifting plates, Nightfury felt the tyrant's semi-pressurized cable rub her abdominal plating. Walking back to the berth he sat while pushing her to the ground. Her faceplates were placed level with his cable, holding her helm in place while his other servo rubbed his cables tip over her reluctant lip plates. "Open your mouth and don't bite, or I promise you the punishment for disobeying will be…shocking," she knew what Megatron meant, playing her like a fool. Growling, she grudgingly relaxed her jaw struts and allowed the cable to pass her lips.
Megatron smirked and moaned as he watched the young femme take his cable, obviously not experienced but she knew what she was doing. He brought her bound servos to grasp the base of his cable as he forced her to take him. It was obvious that she wasn't willing, but he soon would break such defiance. Once he felt the familiar energy build-up twist his tanks, he forced Nightfury off and hauled her up onto the berth so she straddled his lap. Removing her pelvic plating, he began to tease her port with deft fingers. On impulse, she tried to push his servos away and climb out of his lap, but his grip didn't slack.
His fingers worked her port until lubricant began to seep onto her thighs and his fingers. "Mine…" he hissed, delivering harsh slaps to her aft, pulling gasps and small growls. Between slaps, he would rub and kneed the stinging plating, pulled out moans from Nightfury.
She blushed every time Megatron caused tingles to run up from her abused plating, she hated feeling like this and it took all her willpower not to respond but she could do nothing as her systems began to overheat and her internal fans to try and contain and reduce her core temperature.
Smirking at her reaction to his ministrations, he flipped their positions – now Nightfury was beneath him with her back struts and wings to his chassis – and pulled her to the berth head by her bound servos and locked a metal chain around her cuffs and the head of the berth. Megatron smirked, licking his stained fingers while staring at Nightfury's new position, though she was more concerned with breaking the chain than watching Megatron.
Feeling his gaze on her pulled her attention away from the chain to look over her shoulder plates – big mistake. Looking back to him, while in this very suggestive position, was testing his own resolve. Seeing the look in his eyes, Nightfury struggled with new life but froze when Megatron draped over her like a metallic blanket, his cable prodding her entrance and threatening with what was to come,
"Please," she whispered, stopping his movements. Looking down, he noticed the pleading look in her optics, he drank in every last bit of it. Smirking, he answered with moving forward, slowly penetrating her port. Optics wide and mouth open in a silent scream, gasping as she was filled far more than she ever had. Clenching her servos as she tried to control herself; she was just like any femme, the pleasure and feeling she was getting from Megatron slipping deep within her was beyond anything she had ever felt. He waited a moment for her to adjust, leaning further into her until he was able to lick and nuzzle her neck cables. Nipping and sucking them pulled small whimpers and gasps, causing him to purr and rumble in amusement.
Every movement they made caused sparks to fly between them. Megatron began biting firmly and licking the energon spilt from her necklines before changing their position: now she sat in his lap with her bound servos around his neck as he guided the dazed femme up and down his cable, loving every minute of her dazed state – the further into extacy they went, the more compliant she became, this was common amoung seekers, especially femme, but nevertheless her usual steely self was casted aside as pleasure grew within them.
For a moment, Megatron wondered if Starscream would impregnate his interest? But that soon didn't matter since it didn't concern him. He knew just how to get Nightfury to comply and intended to use it. As the familiar sweet charge grew higher and higher, Megatron moved to remove the glass covering Nightfury's spark, only now she became more lucid and futilely tried to prevent Megatron from seeing her spark.
"Still trying to resist me?" he asked, smirking at the same pleading look. Ignoring it, he managed to remove the glass and become bathed in the small spark's golden glow. Placing a quick kiss and nuzzled her spark, his chest plates snapped back revealing his heavy spark, Dark Energon crystal clearly seen within it,
"Please…you might…offline me," she tried pushing him away by he merely pulled her back, teasing her spark with his until they began to melt into each other. White shot through her optics as Nightfury arched into the Decepticon leader – darkness, passion, pleasure and pain intertwined until she could differenciate them as single entities but as 1 malevolent force crashing her processor and shorting her vocal processor as completion took her.
Megatron wasn't far behind as within a few more thrusts, his roar echoed through the room. He could feel his release fill her to the brim but as the strand connecting their sparks disappeared into Nightfury, something within her clicked and gave way. Megatron smirked as her frame shook before slumping against him.
"Remember my dear," he smirked, removing the cuffs from her wrists and allowing her to rest against him, "You belong to me…you're mine," he discarded his weapon in favor of wrapping both arms around her, locking her to his chassis, "Your spark is mine…you will be birthing my sparklings until you give and enter the well," he wasn't sure if she heard him, nor did he truly care, here and now – she was his.
And not too far from them, in the fembots private quarters, Starscream thought the same thing; his faceplates twisted into a satisfied smirk as he brought Pixel closer. 'Mine' was all that was said before both pairs fell into recharge.
Little did they know that over the coming cycles, going through the same routine, new life would be made.
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