Alright, kids. Here's chapter three. I've been very pleased with the reviews for this story, so I've decided to keep going. I'm sorry if I didn't respond personally to your review, as I have been so very busy. But, I treasure them all and will make a serious effort to respond to each one personally this time around.
Onyx was embarrassed. It didn't happen often to femmes of the upper-class, but it was sure happening now. It had started when Megatron had stormed into their domicile and began consuming her energon. It had escalated when her mech creator had decided that it was best for them to have a tyrant living with them. It had reached boiling point when he had ordered her to wash him.
Currently, she was trying very hard to grasp the patience her femme creator had tried to instill in her. Megatron was pissing her off in ways that she had never been angry before. She was intensely uncomfortable with the entire situation. There had been few times in her posh life where she had actually been truly uncomfortable. This meant that the emotion was a little lost on the femme. She was more angered than uncomfortable, but they were both mingling inside of her, making an unpleasant cocktail within her processor.
This was what she had been reduced to. Sitting in the bottom of her creator's shower, washing the legs and feet of a mech that she was currently loathing. Megatron had reduced her to nothing more than a drone. A cleaning drone, none-the-less. If her mech creator really had any idea what was going on in his domain, he would put a stop to the madness. But, no. He had to give Megatron his blessing and allow him full rights within the domicile. Idiot.
If only he knew that his only heir, his only femme creation, was sitting on the dirty floor of the wash rack, washing the feet of a bloody and dirty tyrant. There was no way that he would have allowed this. Quietly, she seethed to herself, knowing that there was nothing she could do about the current situation. But, there was a part of her that was actually a little excited by what was going on.
There she was, reduced to cleaning. But, she was indeed cleaning the most feared and powerful mech that had come forward during her- or her creator's- lifetimes. It was an experience that she hoped would never happen again, but she was desperate to be touching him. She had this powerful mech under her hands and he wasn't trying to kill her. It was exhilarating, in a way.
There was a certain heady atmosphere in the shower. The solvent was cascading over his sharp points and protrusions, running downwards and soaking her at intervals. The steam was fogging up all the mirrors in the room, giving her glimpses of the both of them, but they were shrouded in a mysterious veil of moisture. Altogether, it was a very interesting combination of feelings. She was angry, embarrassed, and…lustful? Was that the proper word for that emotion?
"Femme, if you stop scrubbing, the dirt ceases to come off." Megatron's drawl cut through her thoughts, making her realize that she had indeed stopped scrubbing, in favor of letting her thoughts and emotions govern her.
"Apologies, Lord. I am not used to such physical labors and needed a break." She said, deciding that she was sick and tired of this treatment. Unfortunately, the only way she could be rebellious was through her words and her tone. Not a very effective way of taming a beast, but it was least likely to put her in any real danger.
"Ah. I will not have any femme of mine being weak. If there is weakness in the femme, then there will be weakness in the sparklings." He looked down at her for the first time during that shower, allowing his bright red optics to cut into her blue ones.
"Perhaps the physical strength of the mech is more important than the physical strength of the femme." Onyx rose slightly off her hands, letting him know that there was no way she was going to be cowed by this stupid mech. "Perhaps it is the strength of the femme's processor that should be far more valued than any physical assets that she possess. Or perhaps it is processor that should be valued over brawn."
Megatron's optics narrowed slightly, understanding the veiled insult that she had thrown his way. He is massive hands shifted from their place at his side, to curl into large fists. His fusion cannon was thrown into sharp relief, the massive weapon showing menacingly in the soft glow of the shower.
"Perhaps I should seek a femme elsewhere, given that you are lacking in processor, as well." At the affronted look in her optics, Megatron chuckled, unfurling one giant fist and placing his hand under her chin. "If you were really as smart as you think you are, you would have known not to insult the one who is keeping you alive."
Onyx tried to turn her head away from the mech, knowing that she was walking a fine line with the gladiator. He refused to let her, clenching his hand under her jaw gently, but firmly. Her optics offlined, in an attempt to show submission. Silence reigned in the shower for a few moments. The only sounds were that of soft venting and the solvent.
"You are the oddest little femme I have ever met. You walk the edge between sweet and stupid. You walk between subtle and overt. You act as though you are not afraid of me, but then you try to show me submission at the mere thought of being called out on your impertinence. Interesting. Very interesting." He paused, seemingly evaluating her. "Tell me, little Onyx. What secrets does a femme from a prominent Alpha-house hold? There is no way that you have had a hard life. Just look at these wash racks. They are ornate, ridiculous in their splendor."
"I am a blessed and lucky femme."
"Something you have been taught to recite your whole life. Tell me what you really feel."
Something was boiling inside Onyx. Maybe it was the fact that she was so angry that this stupid mech was inside her mind and inside her domicile. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't get enough recharge last night. Whatever it was, she was ready to burst. All it took to take her to the edge was the feel of his fingers sliding across her helm.
"I feel like pretty little femmes like me deserve the best things in life." She nearly shouted, onlining her optics suddenly, facing him down. "We deserve the finest things, the biggest lands, the best mates. I deserve to drink the best energon and have all the goodies I could ever eat. I deserve to live in opulence, with a comfy recharge berth and shower racks just like this. I deserve everything you could never give me. You are filthy, barbaric. You are disgusting to me. I deserve better."
Megatron's hands stopped on her helm. They tightened there, keeping her still. His optics continued to bore into hers. However, the shadows behind them deepened, and that was her only warning. His hands moved to her upper arms, pulling her up from her position. He didn't necessarily hurt her, but there was no semblance of gentleness in his grasp. Within seconds, she was pinned to the wall of the shower, right under the solvent spigot.
The hot solvent was streaming down her face, making her optics blur. She could still see the warlord, but he was a little fuzzy around the edges. It was not necessary to see him, as he was speaking volumes with his treatment of her. Both of her wrists were snatched from where they were at her sides. He pinned them above her helm with one large hand, leaving her nearly defenseless. Anger burned harshly in her processor. Her optics narrowed, but Megatron wasn't even looking at her. He was instead looking at her feet.
"What are you doing to me?" Onyx asked while thrashing, tossing her body back and forth in his grasp. She had no real aim, but thrashing was the only thing she could think to do. Megatron, for his part, seemed less than impressed with her attempts to get away. His optics slowly trailed up her body, until he ended his journey on her faceplates.
"I am punishing you," Megatron smirked at her, tightening his grip on her hands, lifting her off the ground. As her feet left the safety of the floor, her abdomen tightened. All of her muscle cables started to clench, stemming from her middle and spreading outwards. Her limbs knotted uncomfortably, her knees drew upwards towards her middle. She was hanging by her arms, shoulder joints seizing and popping.
Her optics widened as she realized that her shoulder joints were only going to hold on for so long. They were popping and creaking, ominous noises to her audios. For almost a breem she secretly panicked, until one of her joints cracked and pain shot up the length of her arm. She squealed loudly and the noise echoed against the walls of the shower.
"Please! Please let me down. I beg of you!" Her optics were blurred under the solvent, but she could still make out his face. There was nothing but indifference. The only good news was that he didn't have the predatory look of the gladiator videos yet.
"Why?" His words were quiet and deadly serious.
"Because you're hurting me!" She said, while rolling her shoulders and trying to catch one of her feet on his abdomen, if just to rest there and take some of the pressure off.
"Hmmm…Is that a good enough answer? I'm not sure. This is the first time that you've ever been in pain. Sure, you've had cuts and scrapes, but you've always been in control. When you scratch yourself, you can patch the paint. When you burst a vessel, there's someone to take you to a medic. But this…you have no control over." Megatron picked up his massive foot and dropped it against the solvent handle. The solvent cut off abruptly and gravity began taking care of her soaked body.
As the solvent flowed down her body, with it came clarity. There was a deadly atmosphere in the room. Megatron shifted his leg so that it was directly below her crotch. His knee was braced against the tiles, his foot braced against the opposite leg. Not touching her crotch, but close enough to let her feel the heat from it. She stilled immediately, feeling her body react to the heat near her crotch plate. It was a foreign feeling, one that she wasn't entirely sure she liked.
Megatron smirked. He lowered her hands enough to slide her down onto his leg. His knee was braced against the wall, and a small femme was resting with her legs spread over either side of it. She was looking at him with a look he had never seen out of the small femme. Her optics were wide, which was not entirely new to him, but it was the look of wonder that surprised him.
He had known that she was untouched, but he had suspected that she had at least been touched in an intimate manner by a mech. All young mechs and femmes had… 'trysts.' No matter what their social status was. He remembered having a fair of amount of trysts himself, even though he lived and worked in the mines. There were few femmes in the mines, usually 'legacies,' or femmes that were born into the life.
However, seeing the femme's optics wide with beautiful innocence made his spark soar. He had never been with a virgin, but he was very much looking forward to the experience with this femme. He had lied to her creator when he agreed to let them bond before he would soil her. If he waited until they bonded, there was every chance another mech would swoop in and take her. Megatron knew that he would be gone for long stretches while he was making his bid for glory.
However, if he took her when she was comfortable with him, she would be ruined in the eyes of the Alphas. Which would be perfect, as it would effectively bind her to him. There was no need for him to take her yet, because he planned to spend a few orns at her domicile. He was quite honestly exhausted. The latest set of battles had taxed his systems, and those of his mechs. He had given his standing army several orns off and had left them under the charge of Soundwave and Starscream.
Lost in his thoughts, he barely recognized the femme gently rock her hips against his leg. If not for the tiny mewl she let out, he was sure that he would have never noticed her subtle movements. That tiny noise, however, certainly did get his attention. He shifted his optics to hers, but after seeing that they were offline, his optics slid downwards.
Her lithe hips were rocking against his leg, rhythmic and short. Her upper body was against the wall, and she was using the leverage to push slightly into his leg. Her arms were still stretched up, her tiny hands still pinned by his large one. The sight was excruciatingly erotic. She was completely at his mercy, there was no escape for her now. But, the fact that she had taken the opportunity to seek pleasure meant that he was affecting her in a strongly sexual way.
He wanted to move, to pleasure her, to do anything. But, he was frozen at the sight of her. She was in an almost trance like state, her processor had taken a back-seat to the needs of her body. Her helm lolled back against the wall and her hands were spasming lightly against his hold. Her hips started grinding against his leg, instead of the rocking they had been doing earlier. Her mouth tipped open and soft pants started to erupt.
Megatron decided that he couldn't stay still any longer. He decided to start subtly, slipping his knee down the wall slightly, mak ing her hips cant forward and her back curl. She hissed her displeasure with this action, as it took pressure off her node. He smirked, gently transitioning her hands into just one of his own. With one giant hand now free, he traced down the side of her body, teasing lightly as he went.
When his hand reached her hip, he traced the joint softly. His fingers teased downward, toward her panel. She was so hot, so wet. Her lubricants were leaking onto his thigh, the light blue fluid staining him. The heat radiating off of her virgin port could be felt even behind her closed plating. Megatron threw his head back when his fingers traced along the outer edges of her panel.
She was so hot, it was making him mad. There was a light coating of steam rising off both of them, they were so hot that they were evaporating the solvent remains. His fingers slipped under one of her plates, not quite touching her port, but teasing her. (And himself.)
Her optics onlined suddenly, but her vision was white hot with passion. Megatron smirked down at her, letting her know that he was in charge of this situation, as well. Even in the deepest throws of passion, he would always be in charge. He was, after all, an alpha male. And he would see her submit to him completely, every single time they were coupled.
"Well, little femme. What would you like from me?" His fingers stopped their movements, and her hips stilled. She was too new to the concepts of pleasure to understand that she could probably get enough friction by rocking her hips against his hand. He decided to use her inexperience against her.
"I need more! Please, please, more." She desperately thrashed her head from side to side, before stilling and looking imploringly into his optics.
"This is not the first time you have pleaded with me. Perhaps you can be taught." He smirked, obviously pleased with himself. He smirked, tilting his helm down and staring down at her haughtily. Onyx tilted her helm up towards him, exposing her throat to him in complete submission.
"That's what I like to see. Submission. Just as femmes were meant to submit to mechs. You will always submit to me, sweetspark. Only good things will come from it. You are welcome to be a femme; speak your mind, be a little mean to me. I enjoy verbally sparing with you, my dear. However, you will never insinuate that I am stupid, or that I cannot provide for you." He paused, moving his finger once again, eliciting a gasp from the small femme. "I will always provide for you. You may not live in such luxury, but you will always have the energon you need to function. You will always have a safe place to recharge. And that is all you are entitled to in my presence. The more you please me, the more you will get in return."
His smirk turned to a smile as he slipped his finger into her port, teasing lightly. Her plating made it difficult for him to slip more than one joint of a finger into her. The little femme was almost beyond her processes. Her optics were dimmed, staring into his bright ones. Her helm was perched against the wall, mouthplates open. At least she would be receptive to mating, when the time finally came.
"See. Now you're doing well. You look so pretty like this; submissive, waiting for me to give you pleasure. It's perfection," He paused, stilling his finger. His visage turned from a soft smirk to a harder expression. His mouth closed to a hard line. "However, I cannot simply ignore the other infractions you have committed today."
Onyx's expression fell. Her optics brightened with desperation as Megatron's finger slipped out from her port, leaving her hot and needy. He gently traced his lubricated finger along her thigh, before his hands left her body altogether.
"No! Please, Lord Megatron. Please…" Onyx said, as she tried to slip her hands out from his, desperate to touch him. Megatron smirked once more, knowing that his femme was going to have to learn this lesson the hard way. No one went against him. He usually used other, more violent means of controlling his underlings, but the femme was special. She would learn…eventually.
"No, my femme. You have to learn that I am your master, and as such, I have to train you to my liking. Right now, you have been a terrible example of an obedient femme. I'm afraid that you will have to learn that you can't be rewarded for such poor behavior." Megatron let his leg slip down the wall, feeling his muscle cables seize lightly. His muscle cables needed a break from battle, and holding up a femme for three breems was not the way to relax them.
As his leg slipped down the wall, the small femme went down with it. Megatron nearly laughed when he looked into her face. If looks could kill, he'd have been evaporated where he stood. The venom in her optics was truly a sight to behold. Her blue optics had transitioned to a shade near violet, almost black. Her faceplates were drawn and she looked like she was a few seconds from punching him.
As her feet hit the shower floor, he released her hands. She leaned heavily against the wall, her newly freed hands rubbing her wrists. She glared at him with the intensity of the smelting pits, but all he did was smirk at her.
"I'm sorry, my dear. But, the sooner you learn, the sooner you will be rewarded." He opened the door to the shower and stepped into the blower-fan, one large hand activating the hot air. As he stood under the hot air, the small femme sank down the shower wall. Her systems were screaming at her. She was hotter than she ever been in her entire life. Her limbs were shaking like a leaf on an organic tree.
Her body slowly calmed as she sat on the cold tile floor. Little rivulets of steam were rising around her body, the droplets of solvent dissipating due to her body heat. She shivered violently, the heat of her body and the cold of the floor clashed together violently. Onyx drew her knees up to her chestplates and rested her helm upon them. She was physically and emotionally exhausted because of this evil mech.
She listened to the sounds of Megatron going about his business after his shower. The sink turned on and off, the sound of jars opening and closing rang in her audios. Heavy footsteps echoed through the small space. All the while she merely sat, defeated by her 'master.'
"Come, my Onyx. I am exhausted and I need to recharge. You need to dry off and join me in my berth." Megatron's voice was very close to her. She looked up, resting her chin on her knees. He was kneeling just outside of the open shower door. His optics had dimmed slightly, his faceplates were much softer than they had been; his expression neutral.
Onyx wanted to throw a fit, to hit him, to do anything that would hurt him. But she was so tired. Her hands hurt; her shoulders were aching and squeaking. He stretched his hand out towards her. Onyx stared at him for a few moments, but slowly reached one sore hand to grasp his own.
Megatron pulled her to her feet with a graceful tug. He guided her to the heating vent with a hand on her lower back. He turned it on and pushed her under it. As the heat poured over her frame and crept into her plating, she purred, and her optics offlined. She turned her faceplates towards the source of heat, purring all the while. When she hit a surface, she tried to pull back. Her optics turned on, noting that she had not run into the wall, but that she had rested her cheekplate upon Megatron's chestplates. She tried to back away, but Megatron rested a gentle hand on the back of her helm. He cradled her helm against his chestplates and lowered his helm.
"See," He whispered into her audio, "You obeyed me and I rewarded you with soft and gentle touches." His other hand began to slip up and down her sides, making her feel both aroused and incredibly sleepy. The heat from the vents and the softness of his touches was making her feel so safe and cared for. Her anger towards him began dissipate, even though she was desperate to hold onto it. He had embarrassed her and threatened her and hurt her. But none of that seemed to matter anymore.
"I would like to recharge now." Onyx whispered into Megatron's chestplate. His hand ceased moving on her side and he flipped off the vent system. As the room quieted, they stayed entwined, much like a bonded couple. She was being held to his chestplates like a treasured bondmate and she was snuggled against him like he was her whole universe. It almost seemed like a perfect ending to a slagging horrible day.
Megatron slowly released the hand that was cradling her helm. As Onyx pulled away from him, Megatron gently grasped one of her hands and entwined their fingers. He tugged on her softly as he stepped towards the door that led to the hallway. Onyx willingly complied, wanting nothing more than to recharge for as long as possible. Besides, Megatron had already made it more than clear that nothing was going to stop him. Not her, not her mother and certainly not her father. So, it would be the wisest thing to simply go with him.
As they walked down the long hallway that led to the extra berthroom, Onyx saw her femme creator peek out of the living room door towards them. Onyx merely nodded at her mother, telling her without words that she was okay. And that she would continue to be okay. After all, they were only going to be sleeping in the same berth. It wasn't like he was trying to take her on the run with his army.
Megatron gently pushed the door open to the guest berthroom, pulling her in and shutting the door behind them. He walked to the berth and pulled back the thermal blanket that covered it. He turned and tugged her towards him once more. He gently guided her under the thermal blanket, before making sure that the pillow was firmly beneath her helm. He then pulled the covers up snugly beneath her helm.
Megatron then walked to the other side of the berth and began stripping himself of his bulkier armaments. His fushion cannon was stripped off and perched delicately against the wall, right by his helm. It was within easy reach, should any threat arise. He slid into the berth behind her.
Onyx noted, as his giant arms came around her, that Megatron had positioned himself in such a way that he was closest to the door. If anyone or anything busted through the door, Megatron was her first and only line of defense. Her optics looked down at the massive arm that was cradling her slender frame and she decided that he was more than enough protection for her, at least for the time being.
Tomorrow, however, was a new day. A day that would dawn with Megatron knowing everything and Onyx knowing nothing. She was going to have to learn to deal with her new life. It was so new… so extremely new. Having this mech wrapped around her intimately was new. One of his legs was between her own, pressed against her. His soft venting was landing on her neck.
Everything was new.
And she liked it.
It's a little shorter than I would have liked, but it was the only place that felt natural to cut it off. Next chapter is where the real excitement begins for our favorite couple. For now, I really just wanted to establish the dynamic of their relationship and give Onyx a chance to be sassy. I hope that she's not too Mary-Sue, but she is being challenged for the first time in her entire life. I think I'd be fairly easily cowed if Megatron started trying to get me to submit. Please review. I eat them up like cookies and cakes. They are my favorite. They motivate me, they make my brain work. So, please. Review. Review.