Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.
Warnings for violence, rape and underage molestation.
Enjoy and please review.
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Ariel carefully cleaned Megatron's wash quarters, ensuring nothing was clogged up or going rusty. After a rather depressing morning, she had decided to be productive and clean up a bit. She had received exceedingly good energon and care, meaning her wounds had healed much better than the previous time. Despite internal sadness, she felt fairly strong physically and thus, was able to take care of her chores.
"At least this is in good condition," she murmured to herself, all this wash room needed was regular care and it would continue to provide wonderful baths. Not a patch on lady Strika's wash room but compared to what most in Kaon had, this was pretty luxurious.
"Maybe I could have one later," she said before thinking that Megatron would probably want to wash after spending the day training. She couldn't help but wonder if he would want her to bath with him.
"He loves Strika," she assured herself. "He won't betray her by trying to sleep with me."
She really hoped this was true, she couldn't bare it if he began to molest her again. But surely he wouldn't, she'd seen how he was with lady Strika. The fond looks he gave her and how relaxed he was. He hadn't prostituted his body to her, they had made real love together.
"And now he has to go back to pleasing those awful Mechs," she said bitterly.
That could make things worse for him, after experiencing a proper relationship, he had to go back to the old way of doing things. She would have to talk to Redscar about it.
After all, she wasn't able to see him yet and she brought him a little trinket she was sure he will love.
Hours later she continued trying to get herself busy by cleaning and fixing little details...
...but then again time passed and she finished again leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She sighed and sat on a little chair in a corner while staring at her closed and silent music box.
"I wonder... What kind of sparklings would Megatron and Strika produce?" Ariel said loud enough for her to hear it. However, there was no answer. "I bet they would be huge... Strong... Warriors definitely."
The little femme chuckled imagining Megatron rising his own creations and trying to get them to obey.
"I bet they will definitely be bigger than their creators... Heh..." She chuckled again before suddenly stopping...
...her optics widened and she gasped.
"Oh Primus... What if..."
...she'd never seen Strika cleaning herself from Megatron's fluid... She even merged with Megatron several times!
That can only result in one thing...
A sparkling.
By now Ariel was sure the big femme was carrying Megatron's offspring.
"Does Megatron even...know...?" She asked herself again covering her mouth.
He probably lacked any knowledge of it and it was all Strika's idea...or her sire's.
As she heard the door unlocking, advising of Megatron's return, she decided to keep quiet about her theory... She was sure Strika would not hide that from him forever... She probably wishes for him to know...
...right?
"Hello lil thing!" Redscar however was the first one in crossing the door with his arms spread for her.
"Redscar," she exclaimed in delight, jumping off the berth and running into his arms.
He lifted her right up and hugged her, taking care not to hurt her while allowing the young femme to squeeze him as tightly as possible.
"I've missed you," she sighed, burying her face against his warm armour.
"Missed you too, sweet one," the large red Mech assured him, neatly stepping aside to allow Megatron past.
The grey Mech inspected his quarters and was satisfied to note that his femme had clearly been spending a large part of the day cleaning it. Because of her simple cleaning supplies, it didn't really sparkle but was most assuredly clean. His spirits lifted, he turned to see his friend nuzzling Ariel.
Rolling his optics, he said. "You're impossible, you know that?"
Redscar just offered him a smirk before carrying Ariel over to the berth.
"I got something for you," Ariel said, making him blink in surprise.
"You did?" he said in amazement.
"Of course," she giggled before bringing forth the little trinket.
He took it with a curious look on his face, it was a small stand with a button. The stand appeared to be a holoprojector of some sort so he pressed the button to discover what it was. Instantly, an image of a beautiful femme appeared and before the one optic Mech, began to dance gracefully in time to some a lovely melody.
"What do you think?" Ariel asked anxiously, hoping he liked it.
"It's wonderful," he breathed, his optic blinking rapidly before pulling the small femme into another hug. "Thank you, I love it."
"I thought you might," she said in relief, hugging him back.
Megatron smiled slightly, Ariel had guessed right for his friend.
"You've done well my dear, I'm very proud of you," he now told her, coming to sit beside her before pulling her onto his lap for a cuddle.
Ariel gave him a sideways look, still convinced he would soon be a Sire. How would he take it? At least he could be content in the knowledge that the sparkling would be safe, no one would be demanding he send it away to some orphanage. She just hoped he could find some way to leave Kaon so he could see his own child grow up.
"I heard about your creators," Redscar now said sympathetically, placing his trinket to one side so he could gently take her hand. "I'm so sorry, sweetie."
She looked down, her face creasing into a pained grimace.
"Did you know my carrier?" she asked softly.
"A little," he admitted. "You would have liked him, sweetie."
"What was he like?" she wanted to know, looking up at him.
"Handsome, charming, a little optimistic and easy to get on with," Redscar mused, glancing at his friend. "I knew him a little better than Megatron as I came here before him. But I think he would agree."
Megatron nodded slowly.
"He was one of the gladiators we looked up to," he stated slowly. "It was obvious he was successful and though he had scars like any other fighter, he was still incredibly handsome. We'd already learned that good looks as well as skill could get you far."
He paused before saying. "I do remember he was encouraging to the new recruits, he wasn't going to baby us but he also was not interesting in bullying. If I'd been older, I think he would have made a good friend."
She had tears in her optics at hearing the kind words about her carrier. He did sound like a good bot.
"Why did he have to catch Sliverclaw's optic?" she whispered softly.
Both Megatron and Redscar grimaced at that, the later giving her a pity look.
Indeed, finding out about what she had lost, after being attacked by her sire was horrible.
So, to cheer her up a little bit, the older gladiator subspaced an old datapad and passed it to her after onlining it.
Ariel took it and her spark gave a little skip... She knows this mech!
"That's him, sweetie... That's Punch," The older gladiator added as carefully as he could, causing little Ariel to gasp.
Tears, bigger this time, escaped her eyes as she scanned his face. He was really handsome indeed!
"Oh!" She now openly cried before hugging the datapad before murmuring a weak "Thank you," to Redscar.
He'd only hugged her in return.
...
Sometime later...
"Come on! Move you lazy wastes of metal! I need those boxes in right now!" A mech yelled to a group that carried big boxes of supplies and goods for the arena and gladiators from inside.
When one of the boxes fell heavily to the ground, this one squeaked and cried; however no one heard anything and they continued carrying on with their jobs.
Hours later, when the silence ruled, sobs were heard, along with some knockings... Until from one of the boxes, a little, noble mechling came out.
His big, blue optics looked around in wonder, trying to recognise anything to no use.
He started walking around carefully, this place was so dark and smells funny for him...
...but as he left that store place...
"Look what we have here..." A big, bulky and terrifying mech said lifting him up ignoring his cries. "Nice and polished...hmm...and smells good too...," He purred.
The sparkling's optics filled with terror just as his spark sink in its chamber at the same feeling.
"N- no...! Let go of me... Please, mister..." He tried weakly only for his captor to laugh...
It was then when he noticed his captor wasn't alone, when a chuckle and a heavy, rough hand touched his tights.
"I want him first..." Purred darkly the other...
"No... Please don't hurt me... I don't know where I am... Please... Let me go... Please...," Begged the little one to no use as they loomed above him and forced him onto his back on a nearby table before forcibly spreading his legs. "No!" He screamed for help then.
"No one will hear you here..." Chuckled his first captor as the other touched him inappropriately before forcing a kiss and his glossia into his little, unwilling mouth.
He cried, thrashed and screeched for help...for anyone to come to his aid.
His little panel was forced open, his attacker wetted his finger in preparation.
...
"At least she's asleep now... She needs time to mourn him, Megs," Redscar said as both walked towards the exit.
Megatron grunted at the nickname. He had a match now so don't have the processors now to correct his friend.
But as Redscar was about to continue, both froze in one spot... They heard someone screeching horribly for help... A sparkling! Here!
Immediately they both hurried in the direction of the cries.
Just before rounding a corner, they heard a Mech say. "Hey, go easy on him or there'll be nothing left for me."
There was another scream and they appeared on a scene of horror. Two Mechs were bent over a screaming, crying sparkling on a table. For a moment, Megatron almost froze, a similar scene playing in his mind from so long ago. Except this sparkling had no piece of glass with which to defend himself.
Rage overcame him and with a roar, he charged forward. Both Mechs barely had time to turn before they were bodily thrown away from their victim and slammed into the ground. They tried to stand but received a couple of well-placed kicks from Redscar who also looked furious but was now turning to the table.
"I'm taking him to Ariel," he stated, scooping up the wailing Sparkling.
"Fine," Megatron growled, stamping on one of the Mech's hands and receiving a satisfying scream of pain. "I'll deal with these two."
Redscar nodded, he was sure his friend would. Without another word, he hurried off, clutching the poor Mechling to his chest.
...
"What?" Ariel said in confusion, as a wail brought her right out of her recharge.
"Ariel, I need your help," gasped Redscar, he'd sprinted all the way here.
She stared in horror at the sight of the crying and bleeding sparkling, one who looked well cared for despite the smears of grime on his armour.
"What in Primus's name happened?" she demanded, jumping out of the berth and hurrying to take the sobbing sparkling from the large Mech's arms and carefully cuddling him.
"Two Mechs attacked him," he said grimly. "I have no idea how he got here but well...Megatron is taking care of them."
She could well guess what was happening to them but right now, she did not care in the slightest. Taking the sparkling over to the berth, she sat down and carefully cradled him.
"Shh, shh, it's okay sweetie," she said gently. "You're safe now, no one's going to hurt you."
"Th-they hurt me," he hiccupped, barely able to speak, he was crying so much. "I-I told them to stop..."
"We heard his cries," Redscar said quietly.
Her face hardened, how could any brute hurt an innocent sparkling like that. However, all she said was.
"You did well to call for help, you're a very brace Mechling."
She continued to rub his back and whisper soothingly to him until he began to calm down a little.
"It hurts...d-down there," he whimpered, pointing.
Her optics filled with tears but she held them back. For his sake, she had to remain strong and comfortingly.
"Would you like a bath to help with that?" she offered. "It'll make you feel better."
He just nodded miserably, anything that would stop the hurt.
"How far did they go?" she asked softly as she stood up.
"I think just a finger," Redscar told her. "He probably has a few tears but I believe he's still sealed and will heal. It's mostly the trauma that will be hard to get over."
"Hmm," she murmured in worry before carrying the sparkling to the wash room.
"What's your name sweetie?" she asked, cradling him against her shoulder as she began to run the bath. "My name is Ariel."
"A-ambus," he whimpered out. "I'm sorry."
"For what sweetie?" she asked, choosing some nice bath oils to put in.
"For hiding...I-I didn't mean it," he stammered out, more tears slipping down his face. "I was just playing, I didn't mean to go in that box...I was bad..."
"You weren't bad," she told him firmly. "You're a sweet Mechling who didn't deserve to be hurt by those bad Mechs. Don't worry, I'm going to look after you until we can get you back to your family."
"Y-you promise?" he asked, he just wanted to be out of this horrible place and back home.
"I promise Ambus," she said seriously. "Now, is this too hot for you?"
She gently sprinkled some liquid over his leg and while he flinched, he also shook his head.
"Perfect," she said in satisfaction, carefully climbing into the tub with a clean cloth and feeling him huddle closer and whimper at the sensation of liquid warmth on his abused valve.
"Shh, it'll pass," she assured him, hugging him close. After a while, he relaxed and let out a moan.
"Shall I clean those smudges?" she asked and when he nodded, began to very gently clean up his armour.
"T-thank you," he managed to say, a few tears still falling down his cheeks.
"My pleasure," she told him. "You're a sweet little sparkling, I want to look after you."
Resting his cheek against her chest, he could just detect her pulsing spark and it somehow relaxed him. With this nice femme, he felt safe and hoped she'd stop anyone else from hurting him.
...
"Well?" Redscar asked when Megatron returned, covering in life force.
"They live," Megatron said simply, massaging his knuckles which were slightly dented.
"They will?" Redscar said in mild surprise.
His friend offered him a fanged grin as he said. "That sparkling comes from a well off family...how do you think they'll react when they discover what happened?"
"Hmm, an excellent point," the red Mech conceded thoughtfully. "Well, Ariel has the little one in the bath, once we learn his creator's name, we can go about returning him. How in Primus's name did that little one end up here?"
Megatron shrugged, he hadn't the faintest idea. He glanced towards his wash room and said. "I suppose I'll have to wait to wash up."
"Probably," Redscar agreed.
And so, minutes later Ariel helped a little sparkling out from the washracks; he looked clean, however some dents and scratches could be devised and he seemed to be ready to fall asleep.
Megatron stared with surprise at how fast he seemed to attach himself to his slave.
"He will recharge for now," She whispered to the two staring mechs. "We can ask him tomorrow."
Both Megatron and Redscar nodded before the former grunted and went to wash himself. He had work to do still and for now he can't stay here.
...
"That was a great match, gladiator... Now, take it!" A big mech grinned from behind Megatron as he hammered his hips against the other's aft roughly, taking the offered valve with violence.
"Oohhh...ohhh my lord Blacklight...ohhh...oh yes... Oh yes... So generous... I love to be pounded and filled by you...ohh!" Megatron cried for the other's delight knowing full well how this perverted mech loved praise.
"Yes, take it!" The other continued for a moment before pumping hard his fluids inside him.
Megatron moaned and rubbed at his external node roughly trying to force an overload from him... And it came, even if it was little, pleasing more the mech above him with the ripples of his valve.
"Hmm..." Moaned the other rolling his hips causing the other to groan at the sensations in his abused valve. "Good..." He added before pulling out and sat against the wall. "Come here...take me into your mouth."
Megatron obeyed, licking, suckling and kissing the soft spike before taking it whole and started bobbing his head, trying to arouse the mech again.
Blacklight purred in delight before saying: "Good...now look at me with those optics as you suck me."
Once again Megatron obeyed, forcing himself to look submissive and flush his face in faked shyness that seemed to please the sponsor even more who caressed his face fondly and forced him to suck him slower.
The sponsor smirked and then forced his head away from his spike. A thread of pre-cum and saliva united them before he spoke again: "Ride me... I want to see you taking me slow... Like a good lover... And if you please me, I might reward you."
"Yes, my lord," Megatron said before straddling the mech and engulfed again his spike with his oversensitive valve.
Blacklight purred and stared at the scene with his arms comfortably placed behind his head as Megatron slowly moved up and down...up and down...again and again while groaning, gasping and flushing.
By then Blacklight was rock hard again and suddenly turned them around with him on top and kissed Megatron passionately. The other reciprocating and moaning into the kiss as his sponsor made love to him...
...yes... That was exactly what was happening, which was strange.
The gladiator moaned in real pleasure as the big spike reached his deep sweet spot and he threw his head backwards, submissively revealing his neck to the one dominating him.
The other smirked and continued rocking him back and forwards slowly, the valve suckled and spasmed around his spike deliciously as he continued with his gentle pace...
...besides, he can feel the great Megatron dripping from his valve for him.
"Oohh..." The gladiator moaned before his mouth was taken again in a deep, passionate kiss; the mech above him touched him fondly and encouraged him to do the same.
Megatron wondered why he acted like this now? He was usually rough... Especially in front of his friends... Who are not here now by the way.
Deep, sensuous thrusts distracted him from his thoughts as he kissed and was kissed by the one who owns him for the night as he submitted completely to him.
"That's it..." Purred with a smirk the thrusting one. "You like that, don't you, gladiator?"
"Ohh yes... Yes... I love it... My master is so generous..." Answered Megatron lowly between gasps and moans.
"Mmm," Blacklight hummed, enjoying himself immensely. Normally, he indulged himself with Megatron and other gladiators but tonight, he felt like doing something different. It wasn't as though anyone was watching so he could reward the talented Mech beneath him in the way he wanted.
They kissed again as Blacklight continued to slowly bring Megatron to an overload. Even in the midst of all the pleasure he was feeling, the grey Mech couldn't help but feel his luck had changed for the better ever since he'd gotten his little slave. He smiled dreamily at the thought of her, she'd looked rather cute lying on the berth cuddling a sparkling.
Ah, if only that Sparkling could be his.
His smile seemed to please the Mech above him as he took one of Megatron's legs and hooked it around his hip, allowing him deeper access.
"Uhhhh," Megatron moaned at a very loud volume. "M-more master, more."
Blacklight smirked before granting his request. He continued at his slow, gentle pace, only speeding up slightly as they approached overload. The large Mech watched the change of expression on the gladiator's face and relished every single one of them. His spike seemed to swell until it was even harder until Megatron was almost screaming.
And then overload hit and both of them were sent reeling as they rode wave after wave of pleasure. Blacklight slumped to one side, gasping for air as his body felt like it might overheat.
"Oh Primus," Blacklight gasped as they lay there, panting heavily.
"I...hope my lord is satisfied," Megatron managed to say, barely able to move.
"Exceedingly," Blacklight assured him. "I hope you enjoyed your reward."
"I did," Megatron said and for once, it was an honest answer.
"Good," purred Blacklight. "Now stay with me for a while gladiator."
He wrapped an arm around him, pulling Megatron to him. Megatron obeyed, he was exhausted after all that. His valve tingled in a pleasant way and though it would be sore later, at least for now he could relax.
And with a bit of luck, Blacklight would give him a 'very' generous tip.
...
"Mmm...mmm," the little sparkling mumbled, his face twisting a little in his sleep.
"Shh, shh," Ariel comforted, cuddling him closer. "It's okay Ambus, you're safe."
"Uh...," he moaned, opening his blue optics and blinking up at her. "W-where...?"
"It's me Ariel," she reminded him gently. "We're in my room."
His optics widened and he buried his face against her armour, shaking away. She rubbed his back, rocking him until he was calm again.
"I feel sore," he whimpered.
"I know but it'll pass," she assured him. "Are you hungry?"
"Uh huh," he said with a nod as his tanks rumbled.
She sat up and reached for a cube of Energon, the best stuff Redscar had been able to get hold of for the noble's sparkling. She poured some of it into a cup and offered it to him. He took a sip but made a face.
"You don't like it?" she asked, a little amused at the cute expression.
"It tastes funny," he told her.
"You won't be used to it," she explained. "But if you can manage some more, I've got some sweeties you can have."
This made him brighten up instantly.
"Really?" he said eagerly. "I can have some sweeties for breakfast?"
"As a special treat, yes," she confirmed. "Will you drink some of your Energon."
He looked at it, weighing his options. Finally, he said. "Okay, I'll take some."
"Good sparkling," she told him, making him beam with pleasure. He liked being told he was a good little sparkling, his Sire was very strict and didn't always compliment him.
So he obediently swallowed some of the not so great Energon, making a face as he did so but still managing it.
"Well done," she said proudly before bringing some of her precious sweets from sub space and offering them to him. He happily took them and began to eat them, his face breaking into a huge grin. These were so nice, some of the best he'd ever had. He didn't know she'd received them as a gift from Jazz before she'd left Lord Galleon's estate.
While he ate, she took a few gulps of Energon, musing that it wasn't that bad. But probably tasted like low grade compared to what Ambus usually consumed. When Ambus reached the last sweet, he paused before picking it up and offering it to Ariel.
"Here, this'll help," he said kindly, clearly thinking she wasn't enjoying her Energon either.
"Oh," she said in surprise, she hadn't been expecting him to offer her one. "Thank you."
He smiled warmly at her as she took it and the young femme found herself wishing she could see him again. Ambus was such a sweet little sparkling, she would love to have one just like him. But it was unlikely, his creators would surely not let him out of their sight after what had happened.
"Ambus," she said, crunching on her rust stick piece. "We're going to contact your creators in a while, can you tell me their names?"
"My Sire is called Sliverclaw," he answered promptly and she froze.
However, oblivious to her reaction, he continued: "I was playing 'hide and seek' when sire started roaring at something, or someone, I got scared, and then he saw me and called me to get to him... I was afraid and ran away from him and hid in a box... then I woke up here."
Ariel half heard what the little sparking said, she was too shocked to answer to what he just said, to know who this beautiful child's sire is...
Finally, regaining her senses, she said to him: "We will call him, I bet he was just having a bad day and was not meaning to hurt you,"
Somehow she doubted her words, otherwise, why would the little mechling fear his sire so dearly?
After all, wasn't he the one who beat her to almost death? Her own sire too?
A curse formed itself in her once innocent processor and she couldn't help but saying it out loud: "Bastard..."
"Uh?" Said the innocent sparkling looking up at her with big blue optics and she tried not to gasp or sound shocked at her own curse.
"Nothing, sweetspark... I was just thinking that only a bastard can attack a little cutie like you... I was referring myself to your attackers from just breems ago," She lied.
"Oh..." He said learning down again against her chest to snuggle.
She just hoped he would not speak about her to his sire... if that happened, she was good as dead, and so far lacked the words to ask the sparkling to not tell anyone about her.
...
"Where is he?! Where is my son?!" A roaring Silverclaw appeared down in the pits demanding for his youngest creation.
Megatron was carrying him as the little one shook in fear. He frowned at that.
He was told his story by Ariel and was shocked to his circuits to know who, once again created such a sweet creature. She also told him that he must have been somehow abused to fear his sire like that; something Megatron was sure about, especially now watching and feeling him shake as his sire stomped towards him.
Next them were the two attackers on their knees, securely restrained by Redscar who also grimaced at how loud the noblemech was, also scaring his little son. Good thing Megatron took him this far from Ariel or he might feel her too.
When Silverclaw reached his son, he ordered Megatron to lower him onto his pedes so he can come to him. He did so, and the sparkling walked towards his creator hesitantly... only to be smacked in the back of his helm once he was near the elder mech.
"S-sorry sire..." He stuttered trying hard to hide his tears.
Silverclaw grimaced, and with a growl, pushed him behind him roughly.
Megatron and Redscar winced at how the little one was hit by his creator... to the way he received him. No doubt the poor one tried to hide from him.
The noblemech then looked at the two kneeling mechs with a scowl before rising his silver cane and hit the two of them mercilessly and as hard as he could.
The two gladiators watched stoically how the elder spent himself in the others pain before Megatron noticed little Ambus cover against a wall and quickly try to dry his tears while also flinching and gasping as his sire punished his attackers.
Once again Megatron frowned. That was a clear sign of abuse, if not to himself, possibly to someone else, someone he loves, or loved.
Carefully, he moved over to the shivering sparkling and bent down, shielding him from the horrible sight. The Mechs weren't wearing protective armour so they were much more vulnerable.
"It's alright little one," he said gently, thankful that Ambus wasn't that scared of him. Ariel had explained to him that he and Redscar were good Mechs who would protect him.
"I-I miss Ariel," the frightened sparkling whimpered making Megatron grimace.
"I know but she couldn't be here or your Sire would hurt her," he explained, causing Ambus's optics to widen in shock.
"She met him at a party and accidentally angered him," Megatron hurried to say. "He gave her a bad beating and I believe he'd give her another if he saw her. You must keep her a secret from your Sire."
Ambus stared at him for a moment before nodding. It was as though he understood perfectly how his Sire could be if he held a grudge against someone. This only confirmed Megatron's opinion that little Ambus did not have a good relationship with his Sire. Probably the only reason he wasn't treated worse was because he was a legitimate son and thus, worth something to the old villain.
"Amubs!"
The sparkling flinched as his Sire called and peeked hesitantly behind Megatron. His Sire was standing there, covered in life force while his victims lay still on the ground.
"You are going to return to our estate and we will be having words later," his Sire told him as his son shook but said. "Y-yes Sire."
"You there," he barked out to Redscar. "If either of them lives, you'd better make sure they are in the next death match."
"Yes my lord," Redscar said softly, glancing at the beaten wrecks.
"And you gladiator," Sliverclaw added. "Once my son is on the shuttle, you will accompany me to one of the rooms."
Megatron almost blanched but somehow managed to control himself. Instead, he said. "Of course my lord. If you wish, I could accompany your son to the shuttle and give you a chance to..."
"Hmm, yes, I suppose so," mused the noble, glancing down at his life force spattered body. "I will deal with my son later. Don't take too long though."
"I will not, my lord," Megatron assured him before gently picking up Ambus and carrying him away. He didn't like to leave Redscar to deal with the mess but he didn't have my choice. At least Ambus didn't have to be with his Sire for a bit longer. He felt the sparkling snuggle into him and briefly felt sorry he was going.
Ariel was right, he was a rather sweet thing but then again, he was her little brother. What was much harder to believe was that either of them had come from their monster of a Sire. He rubbed Ambus's back, trying to offer him reassurance.
"A-are they dead?" Ambus asked, trembling at the very thought.
"I'm not sure," Megatron said honestly. "But they won't be hurting any little sparklings again."
Ambus bit his lip, he didn't know what to think any more. He didn't want those horrible Mechs hurting anyone but he really wished he hadn't witnessed that scene. He'd have nightmares for ages after this.
"Do your best to keep out of your Sire's way," advised Megatron. "I know he'll probably look for you when he returns but after that, it would be best to avoid him."
"Okay," Ambus said with a nod. "I'm scared."
"I know but you're a brave sparkling," Megatron stated. "Just like Ariel said, right?"
"Yeah," Ambus said with a small smile at the mention of the femme he didn't know was his sister. "I-I'll try to be brave."
"Good boy," Megatron complimented while mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
...
"My lord," Megatron greeted when he eventually reached Sliverclaw's temporary quarters. He found that the noble had cleaned himself up and looked his usual presentable self. He was lounging on the large, comfortable berth.
"Megatron," he said silkily. "There was no trouble with my son?"
"No my lord, he will be taken straight to your estate," Megatron assured him, waiting for whatever command was going to be bestowed upon him.
Sliverclaw nodded before gesturing to the berth. "Lie down."
Megatron only nodded once as an answer before obeying. Immediately after, Silverclaw released his spike, climbed on top of him to his chest and nudged his shaft against the gladiator's cheek.
Understanding what the other wanted, Megatron opened his mouth.
Several hours passed and Megatron felt them like weeks. Silverclaw was indeed with stamina...or anger within him as he stabbed him with his spike over and over again, stuffing it into every orifice Megatron had to the point of making him bleed.
The gladiator grunted after stepping out of the bathroom on unsteady legs and aching everywhere. The fragger dared to slash his back with an electro whip!
After this, he might need days to recover; from all his sponsors, this one is the worst and most sadistic one.
He'd briefly wondered what would his friends in the senate or the people in Iacon think if they knew this side of him.
"Uhh..." He grunted again softly almost dizzy and supporting his weight against the wall before trying to reach the exit of that horrible room.
Anytime he would take a beating, for free even if he was given a choice between it and this.
Before he can reach the door, however a voice called and he couldn't help but cringe. The mech laying on the soft and now cleaned berth... The fragger was calling him again. He seemed to not be over with him.
So, he returned with a smile on his face and waited for the other's command.
"Open..." The noblemech said softly.
Megatron gasped and once again opened his valve cover. He was more than sore down there, he was hurt and possibly torn. He hoped Primus to allow him to bear this last time.
"I don't want your valve," The old fragger said with a dark and angered tone before petting his chest. Seeing Megatron's hesitation he said with a frown and a clear dangerous tone: "Don't make me waste my time, now, open it, I'm the one who pays for your life!"
Megatron nodded while paling per second. He hated this more than ever! And not all the sponsors...if any, wishes to merge.
He parted his chest in silence, unable to say anything to this afthole, the other followed his example and lowered himself. Both gasped, but the elder moaned and groaned before once again thrusting his spike into the hurt valve causing Megatron to scream in real agony.
...
"N-no...please don't...no...n-no!" The beautiful mech pleaded.
"Megatron," a soft voice called him in what seemed to be a distant room.
"No...not my spark...no..."
There was Silverclaw with a horrible scowl while he was tied up to the berth, his legs spread and life force fluid coated the berth and his tights.
Some time passed after that merge, and Primus gave him a little surprise…Gave them both a little surprise.
Next to them was Knock Out holding a little bundle into a blanket... A wailing bundle...
...whatever was in there it just came from him!
"Just what I needed," Said darkly with a nasty scowl, the elder. "Another bastard."
Looking down again between his legs, Megatron stared horrified before screaming his vents out.
"MEGATRON!" The little voice again... "Megatron! Wake up!"
...
He onlined his optics and found himself in his room, with his little femme on top of him and with a worried look.
"What happened to you?!" She asked in fear noticing also how he was not OK.
Tears escaped his red optics and his whole body ached. He only moaned at that in answer while in pain.
He didn't even know how he ended up here!
"What happened to you?!" She repeated. "You just entered this morning and hadn't even spared me a glance before collapsing onto the berth!"
He then felt a soft little hand touching his face, drying his tears. It felt nice, but he didn't wanted her pity...
What he needs now is a huge dose of any painkiller!
...and possibly a medic.
"Megatron," she said worriedly, gently cupping his face in her hands. "What can I do for you?"
"Urgh," he ground out, barely able to move without feeling pain. "Where's Redscar?"
"I think he's training," she replied, gently stroking his cheek. "But he'll be along later, we didn't think you'd be out so late."
"Neither did I," Megatron said darkly, grimacing as all his wounds ached and burned.
Ariel looked at her master with deep concern, he was clearly hurting badly but she didn't really have any medical supplies. Megatron however needed some sort of treatment or he'd be in worse shape later. She racked her processor, trying to think of a solution.
"What about some Energon?" she finally suggested. "That might help."
"Hnn," he grunted, his levels were a bit low but moving didn't feel very tempting right now.
"If you can sit up, I'll give you some," she said encouragingly, gently letting go of his face to grab some Energon.
Slowly, laboriously, Megatron managed to haul himself up. Growling at the pain, he leaned forward and rested his face in his hands. Primus, how long was it going to take him to recover from this? His valve would need time to properly heal before he met with another sponsor who liked to spike.
"Here we go," Ariel said, bringing the best Energon she could find to him. "Just relax and drink."
She held it to his lips, allowing him to drink from his hunched position. Gratefully, he did so and felt it sizzle throughout his systems.
"That's better," Ariel said, patting his back and staring as he flinched.
"What's wrong?" she asked, glancing around at his broad back and gasping in shock.
Her master had slash marks all the way down his back and they looked exceedingly painful.
"Who did this?" she demanded.
"Sliverclaw," he grunted, still sipping Energon.
"Why?" she wanted to know. "Did you do something wrong?"
"No," he replied grimly. "I submitted to him completely."
"So he just did that because...he wanted to?" she said in complete disbelief. "That's...that's..."
"I know," he interrupted her. "He's a sadistic bastard who does what he pleases."
"So this is what happens sometimes?" she demanded. "They torture you?"
He just grunted in answer. She opened to speak but then realised there wasn't much she could say. Instead, she leaned carefully against her master's shoulder to offer some comfort. He glanced at her but didn't say anything. No one spoke until Megatron had finished his cube.
"I can clean those injuries," she offered. "I can't do anything else at the moment."
"Go on," he agreed, he was experienced enough to know you never put pride before an easily treatable injury. That was just stupid.
"Thank you," she said as though he was allowing her to do something special. Giving his cheek a kiss, she went to get what she needed. He smiled slightly at that, she was so sweet sometimes.
When Redscar eventually returned, he found Ariel gently stroking Megatron's head as he slept.
"Primus," he exclaimed. Although she'd cleaned the lash marks as best she could, they were still extremely vivid on his back.
"That monster abused him," Ariel said sadly. "He's be in pain ever since he woke up and I think he's been having nightmares."
"Sliverclaw has never been a nice Mech," Redscar said grimly, coming over to her. "He is known for bestowing very generous gifts but in order to receive those, gladiators have to put up with a lot of slag. Most of the others just want a good frag but he will happily take out any anger or frustration he has on the bodies of others."
"Monster," she murmured, her spark aching at the thought of poor little Ambus under his control.
"Hmm," he agreed. "I'll need to get him some painkillers, when he's a bit stronger I'll take him to Knockout."
She nodded before suddenly asked. "Redscar, would it be possible to contact lady Strika?"
"What?" he exclaimed, surprised by the question.
"I just think he needs her," she explained. "He loves her, she could help him get better."
"I don't know...," he said uncertainly.
"Please, it can't hurt to try," she reasoned, looking at him pleadingly. "If you took me to a comm station, I could ask her. "I know she loves him, I'm sure she'd come."
"Well," he said slowly, he hadn't really seen Strika and Megatron together but from Ariel had told him, she was probably right. "Alright but we'd better be quick."
She beamed at him, getting up to follow him. He sighed, maybe he was too soft but his friend did need some help. Sometimes, if you were brutalised once too many by a sponsor, it could break something in you. That was the last thing he wanted to happen to his friend.
"Stay close," he advised to Ariel who nodded.
Leaving Megatron's quarters, he lead her quickly through the numerous corridors until they came to a dingy looking room.
"Here we go," he said. "You call her, I'll wait outside."
"Thank you," she said gratefully, hurrying inside to contact lord Galleon's estate.
…..
Megatron felt dizzy and heavy.
Something was wrong... But what?
A sparkling's cry forced him to online his optics...
He gasped, unable to move!
Silverclaw was right there, above him, panting, gasping and moaning as he spent himself in him completely ignoring the sparkling's cries.
Megatron felt like purging but couldn't also ignore the sparkling's cries as his headache grow.
When Silverclaw finished, he pulled out and strode towards a little crib in which the wailing creature rested before taking it in his arms, then looked down at the poor, tired and weakened gladiator, and said:
"I promised I would never had another bastard again... But... Who knows, this one will work as a good whoremech just like his carrier... Besides, there will be many who will pay for a sparkling's virginity."
The gladiator gasped and weakly begged: "N-no...please master... Its just a sparkling... Its not his fault.. Please... I'll make sure he never disturbs you...please..."
Silverclaw only scowled at him and took the creature away as the enslaved mech tried to move his pained body to no use, then cry to the noblemech to please spare their son from said misery...
...but his words were not heard, and Silverclaw left with his creation in arms as his spark ached...
"Megatron..." A deep voice called him and caressed him fondly. "Megatron...please wake up...none of that is real...please..."
Then soft kisses landed on his face forcing him to awake fully and gasp at the surprise of seeing this bot here.
"Strika..." He gasped and she smiled kindly at him before hugging him, reassuring him that everything was okay.
"I'm here," she said reassuringly. "And I'm not going anywhere love."
"How...?" Megatron croaked out, he could hardly believe she was there.
"Little Ariel called," Strika explained, giving him a kiss. "I came as soon as she told me what had happened."
He looked away, suddenly feeling ashamed. It didn't matter that she'd already known what he did, having the femme he cared so deeply about see him like this was humiliating. But he felt too weak to push her away, even if he really wanted to.
"How much did you hear?" he said in a quiet voice, shuddering at the memory.
"Enough I think," she told him gently. "You were begging Sliverclaw not to take away a sparkling...your son I presume?"
"He...he said he was going to sell his virginity," Megatron whispered in a horrified tone. "And there was nothing I could do about it."
"It was just a dream," she reminded him gently but firmly. "It was not real Megatron."
"But what if I am carrying?" he exclaimed, a slight note of panic in his tone. "He made me spark merge with him, I could be carrying right now and if he finds out, I'd never be able to protect that sparkling."
"It is highly unlikely that you are," she informed him, gently cupping his face. "Bots rarely fall pregnant with one carrying session, most couples must mate over several days just to conceive and that's willingly. Punch only had Ariel because Sliverclaw went to him so much."
"But it can only take once," Megatron couldn't help but say.
"It can," she acknowledged. "But to be sure, we can check your spark. If you have conceived, then your spark will be giving off a different energy signal. Will you let me look?"
He nodded, he just needed someone to show that his nightmare wasn't going to come true. She released him and he opened his chest plates with a slight groan, even they felt painful. He wasn't even sure how that was possible as they hadn't been forced opened.
Strika carefully examined the beautiful spark and to her relief, could see nothing wrong with it. She'd been admiring her own changed spark only a few hours ago, it was indeed a beautiful thing to see your own spark displaying the fact that you were carrying.
"I can see no indication," she said tenderly. "You are not carrying sweetspark."
He gasped in relief before burying himself against her, barely noticing his chest was still open. She held him close, sorry he was in pain but glad to be with him again. Primus, she'd missed him so much.
"I can stay as long as you need me," she whispered to you. "My Sire has given me permission to be here, he's still taking care of that new aquarium."
"Are...are you sure?" he asked seriously, looking into her optics. "I'm a bit of a mess right now Strika, Sliverclaw...has almost broken me."
"He hasn't broken you," she assured him. "Any decent bot would be scared about the possibility of being sparked by such a monster. You are strong, you will get passed this. Just remember, you have bots who love you...like I do."
He stared at him before murmuring. "I love you as well Strika."
"I know," she chuckled, giving him a kiss. "And your little Ariel does too. See how well you did with her? She made your friend take her to a console and called me."
She was feeling very pleased about the younger femme's actions, she had clearly felt that Strika was the only one who could help Megatron. The little thing really was a good servant, what a shame she'd been kidnapped rather than recruited.
"I'm glad she did," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. "Where is she?"
"Redscar has her," she assured him. "They'll be along later, I thought you needed some time alone...with me."
"Hmm, sounds good," he agreed. "Did Ariel tell you about her little brother?"
"Little brother?" Repeated the femme in mild surprise.
"Yes... Her sire have another son..."
"Sons," Corrected him the femme. "He's always considered femmes weak... And... Never wished to have one as an heir."
Megatron grunted as an answer.
"But...which one of them you're talking about? All of them are older than her... Except-" She trailed off for a moment.
"Ambus," Finished for her Megatron.
"Oh..." Said the femme allowing the other to continue.
"He ended up here when hiding in a box that was sent from his estate... Apparently he was hiding from his sire."
Strika grimaced at that but said nothing and Megatron continued.
"I believe he was somehow abused... He fears his sire as if he was a beast that may jump him anytime and devour him," Megatron concluded.
Strika just remained in silence and Megatron looked up at her as if in worry. "You know something," He said. It was not a question.
She looked down at the mech laying his head on his lap sadly and nodded.
"Yes... They are not a happy family. Silverclaw... He's... As you know, a difficult mech and his family knows it, they have to treat him as if he was made out of glass, and still be careful... Primus knows how that family never lived in peace because of that."
She sighed and continued; "He have no problems hitting his creations when frustrated about something, all of them are like scared petrorabbits, even the eldest whom he have working for him as his secretary."
Megatron could not believe what he was listening, but he feared there was more.
And it was...
"I think and I believe my sire shares my thoughts, that Silverclaw doesn't wants any of his creations, nor his mate to succeed in life or be independent from him... That way he would be the only one who may demand 'respect' and 'loyalty' from them by using fear and necessity."
Seconds passed before Megatron let out one word: "Miserable..."
The femme nodded sadly.
"It's ironic," she mused. "The unwanted femme child he had dumped in an orphanage has had a far happier, freer life than any of her brothers."
"Hmm," Megatron agreed, there was irony in that. He wanted more than ever to keep Ariel away from her cruel Sire because even if he decided to keep her, the young femme's life would become one of misery.
Strika now kissed him and asked. "Are you feeling better love?"
He nodded slowly, he felt better in his mind over the whole issue of being sparked up. If Strika said he wasn't carrying, then he believed her. Her lips curved into a smile, seeing that he was considerably more at peace than when she'd first arrived.
"I could...distract you for a bit if you wish?" she offered, causing a wide smile to spread across his features.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked, not willing to kill the mood by revealing he wasn't sure if his interface systems were up to much right now.
"How about a spark merge?" she suggested. "And then a bath, just the two of us."
Now smiling widely, he said seriously. "That sounds wonderful."
...
In his room, little Ambus lay on his front clutching a pillow while his aft stung horribly. Just as he'd promised, his Sire had returned from that horrible place and proceeded to punish him. Ambus shivered, his Sire hadn't really needed to punish him, he fully regretted ever hiding and ending up in that place with horrible Mechs who touched him in bad places.
The only nice thing had been Ariel, she'd been so kind to him. He wished she could be here, she'd hold him close and tell him everything would be alright. His carrier couldn't be here right now as his Sire wanted him for some reason but the little sparkling hoped he'd be along later. He sniffed and rubbed at his face, he didn't mean to displease his Sire but sometimes he made mistakes and then Sliverclaw was so angry with him.
Even his older brothers regularly got on the wrong side of their Sire and ended up punished in various ways, including sore afts. Which sadly meant that even when he got older, he'd still face that strap his Sire liked to employ when he was really mad.
"S'not fair," he mumbled to himself, flinching as he felt another sting of pain.
He couldn't stand it, he had to distract himself but how. Suddenly an idea came to him and he grabbed a nearby pad and writing stylus. His carrier had given him an art set for his creation day and he quite enjoyed doing simply little drawings which his carrier and older brothers praised. He didn't normally show his Sire his drawing as he couldn't bear to hear cruel criticism.
Taking a moment to remember what she looked like, he began to draw his friend Ariel. When he'd finished colouring some pictures in, he could keep one in his sub space and if he ever got a chance to see her again, he'd give her the picture.
Despite the pain he was still in, he managed a little smile as he began to draw her face.
Author's note. Things change dramatically for Ariel and Megatron in the next chapter but in what way? Find out next time, until then.