Domination

Domination

Raptor was quite pleased at how things were going here on Charr. In less than a month, her troops were beginning to finally show some true military discipline, teamwork, and enthusiasm for her command. She made sure to never overstep her authority, nor make any indication that she was even the slightest bit interested in Galvatron's job. Around the temperamental Decepticon, she stayed wary – their unspoken working agreement tenuous at best – though Galvatron understood the watchfulness in her optics.

Heavy footsteps interrupted her and the minicons' work in her quite machine shop. Raptor looked up to see Soundwave striding in. "Galvatron requests your presence." he flatly stated, not bothering to even tell her where Galvatron was. Then he wheeled around and was gone.

Fascinating, she thought sarcastically, with a nod, her minicons tucked themselves into her intakes – they knew she didn't want to be around the unpredictable leader, without her backups. Smiling slyly she decided to simply teleport to Galvatron instead of wandering around to find him.

As she came out of warp phase into normal phase, she quickly scanned the scene around her. Galvatron was on her right; she could hear a deep, demented pleasure in his voice as he threatened Cyclonus. That poor fool was tied up, enduring his Leader's sadistic pleasure with complete resignation. Total waste of energy, and a good soldier! Raptor thought with disgust. Well, Starscream had warned her about the true goings on between these two Decepticons, and now she had to witness it!

Galvatron whirled at her appearance. "You wished my presence, my Leader?" Raptor said coldly and politely. She noticed Cyclonus briefly look up, embarrassed that she should observe him in this submission.

Galvatron smiled wickedly, "I thought you might like a little fun, Hunter.." he snickered and threw her the laser whip. "I've heard, that you too – like to dominate."

Interesting development, she silently mused. Bastard gets off at watching others torment his captive. She noticed Cyclonus tense up, expecting even more pain to come. She knew this was her chance to truly get into Galvatron's inner circle, a place she needed to be in, in order to accomplish her final goal.Then a wicked smile grew on her face, as she thought of an idea; yes, this could get interesting!

She smiled smugly at Galvatron, then boldly threw the whip down and strode to him. "So am I offered the enjoyment of sparring the most powerful of Mechs?" her voice was low with anticipation, as she ran her fingers down his arm. "For I do love an overload after an intense sparring match, the bloodlust makes it so – intensified."

Galvatron's optics widened in surprise, grinding his jaw as he considered this new game in pleasure; adding the pleasure of physical violence into a mutual overload sounded like a rather intriguing combination. One, he'd care to try.

Without warning, he struck out at her. The Seeker deftly avoided his hit and spinning away, she dropped into a ready crouch, her crimson optics gleaming in intensity. Galvatron snickered as he came at her again; this time Raptor allowed him to land a glancing blow on her shoulder, just as she landed a kick on his side.

The two circled each other, torn peripheral lines slightly leaking energon. Raptor touched the seepage on her arm, bringing her coated finger sensuously up to her lips and licking it off, even as she came at him again. The clang of metal against metal filled the room, as the two exchanged punches for kicks, more energon coating their plating.

Swiftly, Raptor avoided his next volley of punches, leaping up into the air and flipping to the other side of him. He spun swiftly, blocking her side kick and going on the offensive again. This time he grabbed her arms, planning to use his greater strength and weight to break her defense. As his fingers curled around her forearms, she suddenly grabbed his, and using his own momentum, she flipped herself backwards, causing the Commander to sail over her. Releasing her grip, she let him continue on, ending up crashing into the far wall.

She crouched in readiness as Galvatron stood back up and came at her, his optics filled with battle lust. Sidestepping his charge, she sought to cause him to stumble, but he had anticipated her move, twisting suddenly, he grabbed the Seeker and sent her sailing across the room. Hitting the wall hard, she twisted and landed on her thrusters, more of her spilled energon coating her intakes.

He was upon her with a suddenness she hadn't expected, grabbing her arms and forcing her hard against the wall, smashing her with the bulk of his chassis. His face was merely an inch from hers, his blood red optics wild with bloodlust. At the moment, Raptor took his lips, kissing him with a passion he'd never experienced. As he relaxed his hold on her in shock at her boldness, she kicked him hard, sending him stumbling away from her.

Whirling, the big Mech eyed her with a humorous expression, for this game of violence had entered an entirely different realm now. He came at her again, grinning wickedly as she spun out of his grasp; the two again exchanged hard blows. They circled each other warily for a second, and then Galvatron made another move, shocked as she suddenly squatted down and whirled her legs.

Kicking his legs out from under him, the Seeker spun to her thrusters, pouncing on him even before he'd hit the ground. Galvatron wrapped his strong arms around the Seeker astride him, easily using his larger mass to defeat her attempt to pin him. Soon, he had her pinned underneath him, his elbows locking down her wings, the Seeker now totally helpless.

Grinning wickedly at the Seeker, he ran his hand along her cheek line, coating his fingertips with her spilt energon. Bringing them to his lips, he licked it off slowly. "This is indeed, a very enjoyable game, Bounty Hunter. But now you're all mine to do with as I please."

She grinned, swiping some of his spilt energon off his shoulder and tasting it herself. Her complete lack of fear of him, was intriguing to the Mech. Smashing her lips with his, he ran his hands over her sensitive wings, causing sensations of both pleasure and pain as they touched the damage he'd caused.

Boldly, the Seeker's hands did the same. The intensity of the blended sensations of pain and pleasure caused Galvatron to shiver with pleasure. Waves of bloodlust-enhanced pleasure rocked through him, and he pounded down on her wing with his fist.

She gasped, the agony of his strike mixing with the pleasure sensation that his other hand was causing. Aiming at one of the damaged sections of his chassis, she struck hard with all her might, causing the demented Mech to scream in pleasure; his sense of pain and pleasure having become a sickened sense of being one and the same.

As they teased each other, beating each other at the same time, the two screamed their demented pleasure. Trembling with the intense waves of sensory data, with a final shudder, they overloaded and shutdown.

Aftermath..

Raptor quickly rebooted, sliding out from under Galvatron's immense bulk. Standing lightly, her minicons flew from their observing perches and chattered as they surveyed the damage to her air frame. Waving them off, she smiled and told them to wait until later, for it was just surface damage.

Her optics locked with Cyclonus's, and she strode up to the bound Flyer. Taking his lips roughly with her own, Cyclonus tasted the sweetness of her spilled energon on his lips. Releasing his lips as she heard Galvatron rebooting, Raptor's optics told him that she was not done with him this day.

Galvatron flipped himself over, sitting up with dazed optics. "That was incredible," he muttered. His optics scanned his surroundings, and then slowly focused on the energon-coated Seeker.

Raptor boldly strode to him, offering her hand. As he unsteadily stood, he grabbed her head and forced her to meet his lips in a rough kiss. Her back arched painfully. As he released her, she regally stood in his grasp. "Yes, rage mixed with pleasure makes for some of the best overloads," she purred, sensuously, a knowing look in her optics. "You should try it right after battle – when the bloodlust is still coursing strongly through you!"

He considered this idea, and then laughed wickedly. "We will try that in the future my hunter."

After she left, Galvatron tortured Cyclonus for a little while longer. But he wasn't as enthusiastic as he had been – for what Raptor had just taught him was so – much more exciting! He let Cyclonus stumble off to his quarters, and then sat, deep in thought. Yes, he'd never liked femmes; every one he'd ever met was weak. But this one was incredible in her deadliness, her skill in combat, her obvious enjoyment of pain. These traits made the rather dull colored and non-descript Seeker – irresistible in the optics of the demented leader.

Maybe the lord needs a queen? he chuckled to himself. And as deadly and dangerous as Raptor was, she'd make the perfect Decepticon queen!

Dignity..

Cyclonus stumbled into his quarters, not wanting anyone to see him in this condition. He hated it when Galvatron periodically decided to 'break him' – but he was so accustomed to accepting this as part of being a Decepticon – it never crossed his mind to resist. He just persevered. But Galvatron had really overwhelmed his automatic repair systems this time – and this time, it'd be a few days before he'd be able to come out of his quarters.

The worse thing about the whole day was that Raptor had to witness it! He had wanted the Seeker to always look at him as a strong warrior – not weak and begging, as Galvatron made him today. He didn't know how he could look in her optics again, now that she KNEW how weak he was!

"Waste of energy, and a good soldier" He heard her voice say. Sloggers! She had teleported in here and was now gloating at his weakness! He struggled to rise.

"Leave me be, I am fine.." he ordered, his deep voice edged in weariness.

He was gently but forcefully pushed back down, the sweet taste of her energon touching his lips. He drank deeply, its smooth descent into his power core slowly spreading warmth throughout his chassis. Light metal feet danced over his body, as her minicons leaped off of her, and begin inspecting him for repairs.

Her crimson optics shown with uncharacteristic warmth as she surveyed Cyclonus's damaged chassis. She ran her fingertips lightly down his cheek. A finger tapped lightly across his lips, silencing his protests.

"It is time I start developing my own air combat squadron;" she began, nodding absently to the minicons' query as to starting the repairs.

He understood with relief that she was not going to dwell on the sadism of Galvatron. So they discussed the personnel changes she wished to make. He was proud that she was even listening to his advice, so different from the leader we've grown used to!

They agreed to the future personnel shifts needed to create an assault squadron for her to command. As she left, she signaled for the minicons to stay and continue their work on him. He nodded in understanding, she wanted him back in the active ranks at the earliest time – and there's no way he'd go to Hook for repairs! This was just to be kept between them – never to be spoken of.

Cyclonus watched the diminutive bots as they cheerily went about their work on him. Yes, you are valuable little bots aren't you? He mused with a slight smile.

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