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Slipstream's methods were quite unusual.
She took Red Alert to her chambers and actually touched her while demonstrating various methods to pleasure mechs in the berth. It was initially strange, but she had been taken by one of the most monstrous Decepticons in their army. And Slipstream was by no means a real threat compared to Shockwave.
"How often does he take you?" Slipstream asked.
"Once. Maybe twice a week on rare occasions." Red Alert replied.
"Ah. So you have already been taken then. So he won't do it again for a little bit," Slipstream said, running her hands over Red Alert's shoulders. "This gives us time. Plenty of it."
Red Alert frowned at her. "Why do this?"
"Dear, I would take a femme if there weren't so few of you," Slipstream giggled. "I'm not choosy when it comes to anything, really. Pleasure is pleasure no matter where it comes from."
Red Alert never thought of it that way.
"Now then, lay on my berth and I'll show you a few techniques. Oh, don't look at me that way. I'm many things, but I'm not a beast. I won't rape you."
Red Alert leaned back in the berth while Slipstream moved on top of her. She supported herself on her knees so she wouldn't crush the younger femme.
"This position is certainly the dominant one," Slipstream went on to explain. "You've interfaced in the past, but somehow I believe your carnal knowledge is limited. I can see it, sweetie. No need to be ashamed. I have learned much during my stay in Dead End."
Red Alert grimaced. "Maybe it is..."
"Indeed. But don't worry. That is why I'm here."
Red Alert shuddered and watched Slipstream's claws as they moved to caress her fingers. "Touch is one of the many parts of interface. To feel your partner's energy beneath your armor..." Slipstream crooned. And with that, you can use this energy to bring them to overload without even joining bodies."
Red Alert looked surprised. "Really?"
"Yes. I could show you, if you wish."
"Uhm..."
Slipstream smirked at her.
"I...don't feel entirely comfortable..." Red Alert began.
"I can see that your Autobot creed has made it so," Slipstream was slowly caressing her fingers. "You have been told certain things are not proper, I imagine. Oh, don't give me that look. It's true. There should never ben any sort of restrictions in the berth."
"But we need SOME."
"Yes, I suppose. Every bot and femme is different." Slipstream knelt down, bringing her face close to Red Alert's. "But you can learn to rise above it. I am willing to help you. Let's try then, shall we?"
Red Alert sighed, but nodded. "Okay."
Slipstream straightened and began to grind a little on the female Autobot. "When you take him into your body, you can make love to his very spike. Make yourself his god above all. Your internals should caress every bit of him. If he's a large boy - and I imagine he is - he will definitely enjoy that. And you will too."
Red Alert frowned thoughtfully.
"And your internals can create the most delightful vibrations," Slipstream crooned. She vibrated her engine just the slightest and sent them to her legs, where Red Alert felt them.
"Oh! Primus!" Red Alert gasped.
Slipstream made a pleased sound. "Mmm, you see? Nice, isn't it?"
"A little." Red Alert admitted.
"You've probably been taught that interface is all about fragging and cuddling, correct? Well, there's more to it. MUCH more. You've missed out on a whole carnival of red-hot delights, my dear."
Red Alert still didn't know what to make of this. It felt so wrong. Very wrong. But...she almost hated to admit that it was intriguing. But could she really do anything like that with Shockwave? She didn't even like him. What Slipstream suggested felt...insane.
Although...could it really be that crazy? If she was to be a slave, it could go on her terms, as Slipstream suggested. Maybe. Could she really have control over HIM?
"He may rule and dominate you out there, but in the berth, he would be all yours..." the Decepticon purred.
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The teachings continued and Red Alert made an effort to keep them from others. Shockwave didn't seem to suspect anything as he was entirely too caught up in his own experiments and training of young Decepticons to question her disappearances.
But after those nights passed, Shockwave finally came to her. He was covered in soot and while she stood in front of him, he started turning her around.
"No. Not tonight." she said, stopping him.
He stared at her, lowering his hand somewhat.
"I want to try something." Red Alert tried to sound convincing to him.
Shockwave still stared, saying nothing.
She gave his chest a slight push, guiding him to his back onto the berth. Strangely, he did not argue or attempt to stop her. Perhaps he was curious.
Red Alert climbed on top of him, watching the Decepticon below her. He seemed...curious even still, his red optic narrowing somewhat. Though this position was obviously different for him as he was still, his hands resting at his sides.
Red Alert began to grind a little on him, watching his every movement and reaction. Shockwave glanced off to the side for a split second, as if unsure of what she was doing.
She ran her fingers up and down his chest, exploring a little. Despite his monstrous appearance, he was thick in rippling protomass and armor, the ideal image of a male. She was frightened somewhat by her actions, but she wanted to keep going.
Shockwave clicked his mandibles somewhat, still staring up at her. He reacted very little save for this.
Red Alert was concerned that he would stop this. Perhaps she would fail at what Slipstream had taught her. But slowly, she could feel a warming in his armor. It was very faint and barely there, but she could definitely feel it now.
Oh, you like that, don't you? she thought.
His spike emerged from its panel and she glanced down at it.
Oh.
It was quite long and ribbed, with rubber lining the base. He was definitely much more than she had expected. But it was no reason she had been so sore after their first coupling.
She opened her valve and gave him a look. An attempt to look as physically appealing as possible. Shockwave watched her with rapt attention now.
By Primus, it was actually working.
The cold, calculating Decepticon was actually turned on by this? She could not believe it. Never would she have imagined this sort of thing working on him.
But as Slipstream said; all mechs had the same wants and needs.
Red Alert rubbed herself over the top of his spike slowly. She did this for a few moments, allowing it to stimulate her outer valve.
Oh. That was different.
Shockwave had still remained silent. But his hips began to move in small, infinitesimal amounts. He was dancing with her, even if it was in such a miniscule manner. Red Alert didn't want to say anything and risk ruining this. She had him now.
She took his hands and placed them at her hips. He stared down at the place where his hands now rested, but did not move them.
Red Alert felt warm all over. Slipstream told her such a slow dance would heat up her internals and make way for an easier interface. Her valve was practically dripping, which was somewhat embarrassing for her. But Shockwave didn't seem to have an issue with it.
She reached down and positioned herself so that she could take his spike into her. Slowly. VERY slow. It felt different than when he took her from behind. There was no pain this time. Each and every ridge moved against her already sensitive internals that left her almost gasping.
It felt better.
"And when you take him into you...don't waver. Show him you are his god. You control his overload. You overload him. Not the other way around."
Slipstream had to remind her of this before she departed. But right now, it was actually a little hard to do much thinking.
Shockwave watched her ride him slowly before he let out a deep, throaty sound. Red Alert felt her spinal relay spark with heat at the noise. The fact that she had him under HER control this time... Primus, she had no idea it would feel this empowering.
But she wouldn't moan. She couldn't.
She moved and felt him start to thrust up, meeting her movements. Oh. Primus.
Shockwave's optic flared and his mandibles clenched tightly together, as a bot with lips would in the way of pursing them.
Red Alert couldn't keep herself straight, so she rested her hands on his chest and continued riding him. The overload was approaching. She could feel it in his armor through ribbons of static.
"When you feel him about to overload, use your engine to amplify it."
Shockwave hissed at her now, his body shuddering below her. He leaned his head back a little at the feel of her valve tightening around him. The slickness and the heat felt completely different to what he had been used to experiencing from other slaves.
Red Alert had never seen him overload, but she knew when he was close, he moved faster into her. His hand movements would even feel a little sloppy. And right now, that was happening. His chest plating heaved and his optic flared with red and orange.
So she started up her engine, sending vibrations toward the place where their bodies were joined.
She didn't expect her own overload to be so strong that it left her crying out.
She also didn't expect to hear Shockwave hoarsely grating out her name.