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4
"Did it work?"
"You know it did."
Slipstream grinned and stood there, pride on her face. "I told you, dear." she crooned. "I bet he called your name, didn't he?"
"...I'm concerned that you were watching us."
"Darling, I'm a perverse little clone, but I wouldn't watch. Unless you wanted me to. I know these things because they always work. Always."
Red Alert was still troubled about what had happened. She did not know what to think about the events of last evening. Shockwave hadn't spoken about it either.
"Did you enjoy it?" Slipstream queried. "Well, as much as you could?"
Red Alert didn't answer. In truth, she was confused about the question.
What was she supposed to say? That she actually found some measure of relief after she overloaded? Biologically, it was satisfying, if she didn't consider the source. But...
"Oh, you look to be in quite deep thought," Slipstream mused. She seemed intrigued by Red Alert's change in behavior. "Maybe you enjoyed it more than you wanted."
Red Alert glared at her.
But she didn't respond.
Later that day, Red Alert was in the mess halls of Shockwave's laboratory consuming rations brought to her when Shockwave entered.
She stiffened and stood up, as was taught to all slaves.
But Shockwave did not beckon for her. Instead, he just stared at her. Red Alert was uncomfortable with the staring, but that was just because she had no idea what he was thinking.
Fortunately, it didn't last long, because he left as soon as he arrived.
Red Alert frowned, considering what had happened.
O
There were many slaves.
Red Alert didn't want to consider herself lucky, but most of the Autobots who still remained suffered far worse a fate than she did. Some were left to rot, half-alive and impaled for all to see. She was fortunate that she didn't have to leave Shockwave's laboratory for too long to see it.
She didn't know if some of her friends were still alive, but she didn't dare ask. No one would tell her the truth anyway.
That afternoon, she was being followed by a Decepticon as she made her way back to Shockwave's laboratory. She didn't know who he was, but he seemed intent on pursuing her. She made an effort not to seem unsettled by his appearance and continued on.
"What's the hurry, Autobot?" the Decepticon queried, condescending in his politeness.
"Shockwave needs these reports." Red Alert said, absently. "I should hurry."
"Hm. Reports." the Decepticon waved a hand in the air. "Such boring drivel, huh? If you had been mine, you'd never have to do any of that silly work."
Red Alert swallowed thickly. She didn't want to seem unsettled.
"I see." she said, quietly.
"Shockwave got first choice, though. Always has. Megatron's favorite, you know."
"I do. He is a mighty warrior."
"That he is. But certainly no good for one such as yourself."
Red Alert started to go, but the Decepticon moved to block her path. She blinked slowly, forming a rigid glare on her face.
"Move, please." she said.
"Now an Autobot should know better than to give orders to a Decepticon. You're a slave." the Decepticon snarled now, grabbing her shoulder, noting the defiance. "And I will not take orders from Shockwave's pet whore."
Red Alert glowered fiercely up at him. "Do what you have to do then." she whispered.
"Oh, I will. And you will not enjoy it."
Before anything could happen, the Decepticon was violently yanked screaming from her. Red Alert backed away, shocked to see Shockwave dragging the Decepticon away a bit and beating his fist into his face. He didn't stop. He just continued doing it until there was nothing left but oil, Energon and broken metal parts that had once been the Decepticon's head.
And all she could do was watch in muted disbelief.
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He had ordered her to be clean.
Shockwave was many things and cleanliness of his laboratory was a testament to his persnickety ways. He liked everything pristine and pure. When Red Alert had been dragged back to his lab, he sent her to wash up and even checked to make certain she was not hurt.
Initially, this would have touched a silly little youngling, but Red Alert felt that this was all because Shockwave wasn't one to share his property.
What she did know about him was that he was extremely possessive. Perhaps that applied to living beings as well. It was...almost insulting.
"Shockwave, he didn't hurt me," Red Alert insisted. "I'm fine."
Shockwave studied her shoulder, finding no marks.
"See?" Red Alert said, quietly. "I'm...fine."
He clicked his mandibles slightly, still not entirely satisfied, it seemed.
"I can make us something," she suggested. "Something to take our minds off of it."
Shockwave's optic narrowed.
"I know how to brew Energon." she said, smiling a little. "My mother had a good recipe. You can watch me, if you wish."
Shockwave didn't answer, but nodded his head once.
And so, she brewed Energon while Shockwave held her under intense scrutiny. When it was finished, she poured him a glass and offered it. She poured herself one and he stared down at the glass briefly before noticing that he drank it quicker than she expected.
"It's still quite hot!" she gasped.
Shockwave didn't react save for a mild belch of smoke from his mandibles.
Red Alert smiled a little. "That's the first time I've seen someone guzzle down my mother's Energon so fast." she remarked.
Shockwave glanced down at his glass and reached out to pour more.
"Thank you for saving me." Red Alert said, carefully.
Shockwave hesitated when he started to drink his second glass. Then, he took a swift drink and stayed quiet.
After a few moments, Red Alert drank a few more glasses of Energon.
"I know things may never change," she said, evenly. "You will do whatever you want with me until I've become boring to you. But I will keep trying to change it. No matter what."
Shockwave glanced at her, his mandibles moving slowly.
Then, he stood up and made a familiar gesture that she knew all too well. He wanted to interface and she exhaled, standing as well. She turned to present her aft to him, but he shook his head and turned her around instead.
"Oh..." Red Alert said, a little confused.
"Face me." Shockwave ordered.
It was the first time he had spoken to her in a while. So she propped herself onto the table where he often took her and he wrapped her legs around his waist.
Red Alert was still somewhat confused. But she did not argue when he started to rub her closed interface with one hand. It was the first time he had actually done something like this. Instead of just taking her and being done with it. Whatever she had done to him, it certainly left an impression.
Red Alert glanced up at him, struggling to keep herself from shaking too much. He seemed intrigued, as far as his features could express. His mandibles moved against one another, and it occurred to her that such a gesture meant he was thinking.
"Shockwave...?" she mumbled.
Well that probably didn't sound as intelligent as he had when she had been on top of him. This was different in the way that she was heating up without trying. She wasn't repulsed by it. And that notion alone frightened her.
He was gentle.
For the first time.
His hands were on her hips then and his spike emerged. He watched her with a strange focus as he began to rub his spike against her. Red Alert struggled to silence the slight surprised sounds that burst from her lips. But it was really no good. An inferno began to swell within her abdomen unbidden.
Her valve opened and Shockwave abruptly pushed himself into her.
Red Alert's helm fell back with an unfettered gasp. She hadn't expected that sudden move. He had been slow and steady up until then.
But Primus, it felt good.
It actually felt good.
Red Alert couldn't do much thinking when he started moving within her. She could only stare up at him, reeling from the pleasure and conflicted from it.
Shockwave's optic narrowed and he leaned close as he continued rocking into her, watching every detail. He was intrigued, that much was certain. Perhaps this was a change for him as much as it was for her.
He rumbled deeply, vibrating his chest plating. It rubbed against her smaller frame, stimulating sensors in her chest and Red Alert couldn't resist grabbing his shoulders for something to hold onto. Shockwave didn't argue to her holding him and moved harder into her.
She felt his mandibles on her neck and her optics widened at the gesture. She had not expected that at all.
Her valve constricted around him and she knew it wouldn't be long before she overloaded. Shockwave seemed to sense this because he took her chin in one large hand to watch her face. Red Alert had no other choice but to look at him as he worked her toward overload.
"F-Frag..." Red Alert groaned, "Frag it."
She panted heavily through her intakes, fighting it for a few moments before she overloaded with a loud, passionate shriek. Her valve gripped him tight, the slickness of her fluids drenching over him.
It had been the first time he'd ever felt and heard a female overload for him like THAT.
Shockwave growled lowly at the sound, a bare hint of triumphant pleasure as he moved harder into her, seeking his own overload now. It didn't take him long. When he did, there was the barest hint of a snarl and she felt his fluids fill her valve.
Red Alert struggled to find herself after that. She felt ashamed and exhausted...but her body was practically buzzing from the force of her climax that she could not even take a long time to feel much regret. It was there, but she almost didn't care much for it.
"You overloaded for me." Shockwave rumbled. "You said I would not bring you pleasure. But you overloaded. On your own necessity."
Red Alert blinked once. Twice.
"Just...give me a moment..." she breathed. "I need to..."
Shockwave removed himself from her and covered her valve. He studied her, watching the thoughtful look cross her face before she met his gaze.
"Get cleaned." he ordered. "I will have someone bring you rations."
Red Alert struggled to stand, but her legs felt like rubber. She shook her head. "No, wait." she said, used to his leaving her, "Just stay for a moment."
Shockwave seemed confused by the request. "And do what?" he asked.
"It's...nice not to deal with silence all the time, if I'm being honest," she admitted. "And I would rather hear you talk a little than be alone with my thoughts."
He stared at her.
"Not many find my voice worthy of conversation," Shockwave replied. "And you are my slave. You have no right to make requests."
Red Alert exhaled. "Yeah, what was I thinking?" she quipped, turning.
"I will stay of my own choice." Shockwave said, making his way to a desk. "And you will speak. I will simply listen. I have no pressing matters as of now."
Red Alert smiled a little.
"All right."