Author's note. Hi, sorry for taking so long to update but now I'm back.
I have a query for you all. Who would you like the Femmes to stay with. Elita, Echo and Arcee already have places but the other three need a Mech or Mechs so stay. Who do you think they should go with. Please tell me, thanks.
I don't know the lyrics to the Cell Block Tango.
Enjoy and please review.
Megatron's POV.
Megatron run his glossia over Elita's bare chassis, enjoying the sound of her soft moans. His hands grasped the supple mounds before gently massaging them. She gasped as he did this, writhing between his legs and he felt a shiver of pleasure run down his body.
But even as he enjoyed himself, a part of him, the part that was steadily becoming hotter, rankled at not getting what he really wanted. He wanted to be satisfied, quench the hunger that had gnawed away at him ever since Starscream had brought Elita to him. A hunger that could only be silenced when he was within her, buried tightly in her Port.
He growled softly, baring his teeth before lightly sinking them into Elita's neck which caused her to clutch his own neck tightly. She had found a way to prevent him from interfacing with her by constructing a Chastity Belt and so far, he could think of no suitable way to remove it.
And what was worse, was that she couldn't remove it either, thanks to the way it worked. No threats or punishments to force her to get rid of it, just the knowledge that the only one who could remove it was the one he wanted to avoid finding out about this.
"Damn you, Prime."
He admitted that he had perhaps been a trifle hasty when he tried to take the Femling to his berth, it was beneath him. He could only say that he had been incredibly angry and that had briefly clouded his judgement. But it hadn't mattered, Elita had stopped him before he could do anything and had sworn to keep him happy in return for her leaving her daughter intact.
So now she was willingly sharing his berth, and letting him do most of what he wanted to her.
But it wasn't enough.
As he suddenly reared up and grabbed hold of her to embrace her tightly, he thought only one thing.
Somehow, someway, he would find a way around her protection. And then he would take her.
Chromia's POV.
"Do we have to wear these outfits?" Chromia demanded, hands on hips, glaring up at the Navy blue Mech standing before her.
"Affirmative," Soundwave rumbled before adding.
"We have been over this, Chromia, you are wearing the provided armour."
Chromia glowered and huffed but didn't say any more on the subject. She, Moonracer, Echo and Firestar were now wearing suitably revealing outfits. After they had all finally gotten their check ups, they had been given the new armour.
Their old armour had been taken away to storage and now they had to endure stares at their bare protoforms. Their legs and arms were uncovered, as was their midriff. There was also a generous amount of Chassis showing, a fact all the Meds in the room were actually aware of.
They couldn't wait to see the Femmes in action.
"When can we see Elita?" Firestar demanded, her bright optics flashing.
Soundwave turned his stoic gaze on the fiery orange and red coloured Femme.
"You shall be reunited momentarily," he said in his cool voice.
"To prepare for this evening, when you commence your duties,"
The Decepticons all smirked at this and made noises of anticipation. The Femmes scowled but still looked relived that they'd soon see their leader.
Soundwave suddenly focused his attention to a point some distance from the group of Femmes and Mechs. He then said in a low but carrying voice.
"Come along, Femling,"
With a alight tremble, Arcee came fully around the screen she'd been standing at. After the incident with Megatron, she was now nervous of Mechs. But somehow, she managed to walk over to Soundwave, even though her optics kept focusing on the floor.
Her costume was much more modest than the older Femmes, only her lower legs, midriff and arms were showing. She was wearing a silver collar, like the others but it didn't have a chain attached.
Soundwave reached forward and tipped her chin up so that she was looking into his visor.
"Megatron has decided that you will remain with Seeker Thundercracker for the time being. He will be in charge of you and you will serve him. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," Arcee said softly before asking.
"But why can't I stay with Mama?"
"Because she is remaining with Megatron and he does not desire having a child around his quarters."
Arcee flinched, while Chromia rolled her optics contemptuously, muttering.
"He didn't care about that earlier."
Soudnwave ignored this statement, instead saying.
"It had not been decided yet where the rest of you will reside. Though I have requested that Femme Echo stay with me."
His gaze rested on the light blue tape player who blushed and looked away. The other Femmes grimaced slightly, they knew the serious Mech was likely to succeed with his request. Just as they knew that they would soon end up in different Mechs quarters.
"Let us go," Soundwave now said, taking Arcee's upper arm and leading her towards the door.
The other Femmes were led by their chains but they somehow managed to carry it off gracefully. They were taken through the Nemesis, past leering Mechs and busy drones. Eventually, they reached a room and Soundwave gently pushed Arcee in before letting the other Femmes in.
"You will be collected when it's time for the evening's Energon," Soundwave said as the last Femme walked in.
"Make sure you are prepared."
And with that he shut the door, leaving the Femmes in semi darkness.
"Make sure you are prepared," Chromia mocked before snorting.
"Who's he kidding?"
"I don't think Soundwave kids," came a dry voice from a darker end of the room.
"Elita?" Moonracer gasped as a figure emerged from the darkness.
As their commander smiled tiredly at them, they rushed forward, Arcee at their head. Elita laughed softly as her daughter flung herself into her arms and hugged her tightly.
"Are you all alright?" Elita asked finally as Arcee snuggled into her chassis.
"Yeah, we're fine," Chromia said with a grin.
"I finally got that shrapnel out, that damn Medic wouldn't let up till he had every last piece."
"I'm glad you finally got that sorted, it's been too long," Elita said firmly as she stroked Arcee's head.
Her daughter shifted and then softly asked.
"Mama, he didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No Sweetness, he didn't," ELita said with a sigh, catching her SIC's optic.
The look promised they'd talk later.
"You alright Ma'am?" Firestar asked softly, touching her commander's arm.
"Yeah," Elita said, just as softly. "Nothing happened that I can't handle."
There was an awkward silence for a moment as the Femmes were reminded of their situation. But then the moment was broken as Elita shook herself slightly and said wryly.
"Chromia, Firestar? How's your self control?"
"Pretty good," Firestar said slowly. "Why?"
"Because your going to need it," Elita replied with a smile.
"Not only are those Cons' expecting you to serve them, you have to smile, answer nicely and let them grope you."
As both Femme looked very indignant, Elita continued.
"And then you have to do a sexy dance to some music."
"Aw hell no," Chromia exclaimed.
"Oh yes, I'm afraid," Elita said before saying seriously.
"And we have to do it, if not, Megatron will make sure our mates and friends suffer."
"Well then," Chromia huffed, rubbing her forehead tiredly.
"I guess we better.."
She raised her fingers to indicate quotation.
"Make sure we are prepared."
Megatron's POV.
"I have to say Megaron, this has defiantly been one of your best ideas to date."
Megatron turned to smirk at his Second who was lounging nearby, a full cup of Energon in his hand. They were relaxing in the Rec Room, enjoying a rest after the day's earlier battle. But of course there was a big different to this evening.
"Hey Femme, over here."
Smirking, Megatron and Starscream watched as Moonracer gritted her teeth and walked over to serve the Mech who had called to her. All the Mechs in the room were relaxing as the six Femmes tended to their every need.
All six were prussed up, both their armour and poolrooms gleamed. Their silver collars were also catching the light, and in Megatron's mind, this gave them a rather elegant look. Though he still thought they could do with a bit more to their appearance, some Earth style jewellery would be nice.
"Aw, ain't you just cute?"
Megatron turned his attention to Breakdown who had just spoken to the little Femme who was serving him and pinching her cheek. He chuckled as he watched the young Femling grimace but she didn't protest.
She made a good maid, the silver Mech thought musingly. Unlike the other Femmes who were serving a variety of Medium and High Grade, little Arcee was offering a selection of Energon sweets. They were all a different assortment of colours and flavours and everyone was enjoying them.
But back to Starscream's statement.
"Thank you Starscream," he said with a satisfied smile.
"It is nice to have a few Femmes about the place, isn't it?" he continued, causing Starscream to smirk widely.
"Oh yes Megatron. Particularly as the Autobots have none."
Both Mechs laughed out loud at this, the thought was just to delicious. They had three Autobot mates and Prime's own daughter. Not to mention the sister of another Autobot and a talented musician who's gist was the music she produced. She had been on Megatron's radar for quite a while now.
Echo had previously been a Neutral but once Megatron became interested, she had joined the Autobot Femmes. The reason he wanted her was because she could produce extraordinary melodies which could hypnotise both Mechs and Femmes alike. In fact, it was believed she had discovered tune that could actually drive bots to suicide.
For the moment, however, he wasn't interested in those abilities, he just wanted to enjoy her presence along with the other Femmes.
"True Starscream, true," Megatron acknowledged with a tip of his glass.
Soundwave now came over and sat down on Megatron's left, having seen to his Cassettes. Megatron smiled briefly at him before glancing again at Echo. His TIC had requested that he be the one to take care of her, and Megatron had every intention of granting this request.
Soundwave would get the information he wanted. One way or another.
"I think now might be a good time for this evening's entertainment, that will round off the day nicely. Don't' you think, Starscream? Soundwave?"
As Starscream smirked and Soundwave carefully nodded, Megaron turned and beckoned to Elita.
As she came over, Megatron offered his glass to her. As she bent to fill it, Megatron said softly.
"I hope you've got something good lined up for us, my dear."
She gave him a tight smile.
"Of course. Are you wanting it now?"
"Yes Elita, I would like it now," Megatron replied silkily, reaching out to stroke her out thigh.
She straightened and took a step back, saying.
"I'll tell my Femmes."
And she turned and started striding over to them. Megatron watched her go, idly admiring her firm aft. Starscream chuckled.
"This should be interesting."
All the Mechs alluded as Elita collected her Femmes, all of them putting down their trays and heading for the centre of the room. They stood in formation, Elita and Chromia in front and the other four behind.
One of the Cassettes, Megatron thought it was Rumble, dimmed the room's lights right down while Frenzy switched on the music. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Femmes to start.
"Pop,"
"Six,"
"Squish,"
"Uh, uh,"
"Cicero,"
Lipschitz,"
"And now the six Mary murderesses of the Cook County jail in their rendition of the cell block tango."
The Femmes started to tap their feet, their faces impassive. And then they burst into song, now stamping their feet.
He had it coming, he had it coming,
He only had himself to blame,
If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it,
I betcha you would have done the same!"
Chromia suddenly marched forward as Eltia retreated to tap her foot with the others. The blue Femme stood with her hands on hips and said.
"You know how people have these little habits that gets you down?"
"Like Bernie,"
Bernie liked to chew gum. No, not chew. POP,
So I came home this one day and I am really irritated, and I'm looking for a little bit of sympathy,
And there's Bernie lying on the couch, drinking a beer and chewing,"
No, not chewing, POPPING.
So, I said to him, I said, "You pop that gum one more time..."
Chromia suddenly sighed heavily, shaking her head as she said.
"And he did."
So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...
"Into his head."
The Mechs watched with wide optics as Chromia back tracked into formation with the others as they all started singing.
He had it coming, he had it coming,
He only had himself to blame,
If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it,
I betcha you would have done the same!
Moonracer now sauntered forward, a grim grin on her face.
I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago and he told me he was single,"
"And we hit it off right away."
So, we started living together.
He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner.
And then I found out…,"
"Single" he told me. Single, my ass.
Not only was he married... Oh, no, he had six wives.
One of those Mormons, you know."
So that night when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink, as usual,"
The music suddenly beat to a halt as Moonracer looked them all in the optic and sneered.
"You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic,"
Once again, the Femmes all came to together to sing the chorus, crouching down and snapping their fingers.
He had it coming, he had it coming,
He took a flower in its prime,"
And then he used it and he abused it,"
It was a murder,"
"But not a crime!"
It was Firestar's turn to come forward and she punched the air as she sang.
Now, I'm standing in the kitchen carving up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business."
In storms my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage.
"You been screwing the milkman," he says.
He was crazy and he kept on screaming, "You been screwing the milkman."
She then paused and smiled as she uttered the next lyrics.
"And then he ran into my knife,"
"He ran into my knife ten times!"
The Femmes all stamped their feet and snarled.
"If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it,"
"I betcha you would have done the same!"
Little Arcee now came forward, twirling on the spot as she softly sang in a sad voice.
"Mit kersek, en itt?"
"Azt mondjok, hogy a hires lakem lefogta a ferjemet en meg lecsaptam a fejet,"
"De nem igaz, en artatlan vagyok,"
"Nem tudom mert mondja Uncle Sam hogy en tettem,"
"Probaltam a rendorsegen megmayarazni de nem ertettek meg..,"
"Yeah, but did you do it?"
Echo asked.
"UH, UH, not guilty!"
"He had it coming,"
The Femmes all sang this softly as Elita strode to the front.
"My sister, Veronica and I had this double act, and my husband, Charlie, travelled around with us."
"Now, for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row,"
"One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other,"
"So this one night before the show we're down at the Hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozing, having a few laughs and we ran out of ice,"
"So I go out to get some,"
"I come back, open the door, and there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen…,"
"The spread eagle,"
The Mechs all gasped as Moonracer back flipped and let Firestar catch her ankles, her legs spread out. The music beat to a stop as Elita said with a hand over her Spark.
"Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing,"
"It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead."
The Femmes all marched forward together, singing in time.
"They had it coming ,they had it coming,"
They had it coming all along,"
"I didn't do it, but if I'd done it,"
"How could you tell me that I was wrong?"
The music got louder, and their dancing became more energetic. They were using their whole bodies now, swinging their upper bodies around as they stamped to the beat.
"They had it coming, they had it coming,"
"They had it coming, they had it coming,"
"They had it coming,"
They suddenly broke apart as Echo came down the centre of their group. She was the last Femme to sing.
"I loved Alvin Lipschitz more than I can possibly say,"
He was a real artistic guy... sensitive... a painter,"
"But he was always trying to find himself,"
"He'd go out every night looking for himself and on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving,"
"I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences,"
"He saw himself as alive…..
She paused and looked at them all with a cold smile.
"…and I saw him dead,"
They all flung up their heads as the music became even more bomb-bastic and started marching forward.
"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum,"
"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum,"
The Mech actually reared back in terror as the Femmes' passion reverberated around the room, their hips swinging with the music.
"They had it coming, they had it coming,"
"They had it coming, they had it coming,"
"They had it coming,"
"All along…"
"All along,"
"'Cause if they used us,"
"'Cause if they used us and they abused us,"
"And they abused us,"
"How could you tell us that we were wrong?"
"He had it coming, he had it coming,"
He only had himself to blame,"
"If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it,"
"I betcha you would have done the same!
The music abruptly died down and started to trail off, as the Femmes themselves back away from the Mechs who were clutching their seats.
"You pop that gum one more time!"
"Single my ass,"
"Ten times!"
"Miert csukott Uncle Sam bortonbe,"
"Number seventeen - the spread-eagle,"
"Artistic differences,"
"Pop, Six, Squish ,Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz,"
The Mechs were left with wide open jaws as the Femmes finished their routine. They each had a small smile on their face as they took in the Mech's expressions.
Even Megatron's optics were wide with surprise. That had been…..unexpected.
But slowly, his face broke into a wide grin as he realised something. That had been…..unbelievably hot.
The room erupted into cheers as all the Mechs leapt to their feet and clapped their appreciation. Sure, it had been a song about killing Mechs but Primus, had it been a sexy one.
Optics glittering with triumph and lust, Megatron clapped with his men. He may have been disappointed earlier but right at this moment, is sure didn't feel like it.
Author's note. In the next chapter, the Femmes have some fun and mischief but get into serious trouble at the same time. Also, some Femmes experience what it's like to have a Decepticons guardian and master. Until then.