Havoc went along with his team and their leader to the forests of Michigan in search of an energy signature. It was routine to scout for a new vein every month or so and like always, he was among a group assigned to do it. Believe it or not, he chose to do so because the most common leader of their troop was one particular officer who he learned was more than meets the eye.

Every time his team would go out, most didn't return. The story was Autobot interference. But what Megatron and the others didn't know was it was more than that. He always remained for one reason, and it started almost a year ago.

Havoc had been on a routine patrol, this time assigned a new commander, Airachnid, but what they didn't know was Airachnid hated most Vehicons, considered them nothing but wasted potential. One day, they found out the hard way what she did to those who she disliked.

Venom-tinted lips and deadly optics chased him when all his other peers fell to her bloodlust. He remained and he ran. The encounter was frightening, but she didn't kill him surprisingly nor did she do it after that and then the next time. Each encounter solidified his place as her toy, and he should have been angered and disgusted...but he never was, and he came back under her command over and over again like a broken record. It was like he was intoxicated by her.

So, it came to no shock when in the present day, he watched his fellow Vehicons abruptly fall to the ground mutilated and burned, reeking of acid. Havoc looked at the bodies knowing he could have been one of them but a claw tracing his faceplate made him forget the "what-ifs" and focus on the current state of his existence.

"My poor escort, you aren't going to run today?" Airachnid asked playfully.

Havoc heard her faux pout and thought about it. It would certainly give her a thrill for the day hunting him down like some animal. The only reason he kept still was because he was intrigued from seeing her in action instead of fleeing as soon as the carnage happened. It was unnerving seeing common clones like himself being slaughtered but he would be lying if he said he was of sound mind.

"How can I? It would be rather pointless."

Airachnid grew a wicked grin, stroking the Vehicon's chin while her other servo caressed his chest. "Well, if you're not going to enlighten me with a chase, why not give me something else?"

"What do you need?" Havoc may have been taller than her, but he fell for her domineering personality quite some time before. If she wanted something, she got it, and he was more than happy to oblige.

"On your knees," she demanded.

Even though it was among the fallen Vehicons, he did as he was told. She looked down at him; he could see her admiring the scratches she had given him plenty of times before in their chases. Havoc wouldn't call them love marks. Airachnid cared only about herself and her own pleasure, but he still wanted her.

"Bare yourself to me."

His chassis began to heat up as he released his spike and valve without question. Seeing himself exposed among his deceased peers felt shameful...but they were already dead and Airachnid had no room for sympathy in her spark to find another place to do this so he just had to ignore it.

As she circled him, one of her spider legs reached out and scratched his shoulder before moving around as she did across his backside to the other shoulder. Havoc shivered as the touch. "You know, you are quite special. Most Vehicons never earn their stripes but you wear mine without a fuss, and I can't help but admire that. Touch yourself and show me whether or not I should give you more."

The scratches weren't a problem, they never were. If he was to earn more of them, he wasn't against exploiting himself for her. Deep down in his twisted subconscious, he was enjoying this greatly. He seldom spoke though for he wasn't in control and Airachnid liked obedient silence. If he remained that way, there was bound to be a treat for him.

Stroking himself, Havoc sighed as the pressure of his spike increased along with the stimulation. He looked up at Airachnid, hoping the sight was pleasing her.

"Oh, come now, you have more than one part in need of service. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" She asked with a smirk.

Havoc realized what she meant. His valve needed attention too. He lowered his unoccupied servo and crept upon his inner thigh, a mumbled moan escaping when he breached himself. He didn't go easy on himself; the pain was part of the pleasure.

When his chin was lifted so he couldn't look anywhere but at her, he grew faster in his movements. Her velvet lavender optics held such darkness that he felt at home with. Havoc's body grew critical the rougher he became even though she remained nearly emotionless. His vents struggled to keep himself lasting when one sharp motion with his digits made his thighs clamp down on his own arm as transfluid soaked the ground. He shivered wanting more.

"Good boy."

Just then, her spider legs sank into his shoulders and forced him to lay upon one of the bodies of his comrades, pinning him down like a bug on display. The ends of the limbs dug deep, slowly coaxing at Energon and Havoc was unsure if that meant this was his end. Maybe he was being too submissive and Airachnid wanted another challenge. He breathed heavily not wanting to worsen the situation by struggling or attempting to crawl backward. More of her spider legs embedded themselves around him in warning.

"You look quite nice down there among the dead. Do they know that you bring death wherever you go, and do they know you like it? Why else would you still follow me if you didn't?"

The irony of it all wasn't lost to him. They were dead because he couldn't stay away from her and maybe that's the real reason she killed them, not out of insatiable bloodlust and utter hatred. She wanted him to offer to join her patrol which led others to follow, and they would die at her servos while he watched. And he liked it.

"Please..." he muttered.

Airachnid smirked before bringing her pede press down upon his spike to his surprise. "Please what?"

"Please, master."

The pressure of her heel was a bit painful at first, but it mellowed to a delightful perversion on his end. But it was gone as soon as it came when she removed herself from him. He felt like he did something wrong until she examined her claws.

"Perhaps I should reward you. Perhaps I shouldn't because the quota of dead here was a bit low to my expectations," she hissed.

Havoc scrambled to his knees and went on all fours like a begging puppy. "I-I'll bring you more, double next time!"

"Will you now?" Airachnid slowly grew back her fanged smirk and all Havoc remembered was her coming closer and a playful hiss echoed in his audios.

When he awoke, his arms were sore from the angle they were strapped down at behind his back with his legs forced wide open and kneeling, unable to close with the chains that bound him. He moaned suddenly when his valve rippled upon his attempt to even shift his position. One of the chains went under his aft and was tightly pressed between the folds of his dripping valve while it came up to wrap around his spike before connecting with the other binding chains at his chest.

Airachnid approached with her natural intimidating demeanor. "All you need is a collar and you would be a gracious pet. I think Knockout has a few lying around I could take."

Havoc winced internally when her acid laced fingertips instantly cut across his chest over his insignia. He kept his composure even among the torturous charge he was slowly getting from the chain rubbing against his valve.

"There, now you can never hide from me; you can never walk away from me. You are mine."

To his delight, her pede returned to his spike as she leaned to place her elbow upon her knee, smiling down at his eagerness. When she pressed harder, he threw up his head with a moan causing the chains in all directions to tighten. His pleasure only increased and all she had to do was stand there and watch him make a spectacle of himself.

Every time he expanded his chest in anticipation, the chains tensed, and he was only encouraged to move more. The constant torture of the pleasure made him seek anything to end it but at the same time, he never wanted it to end. His spike trapped between her stiletto heel and his lower abdomen was nearly a different shade of purple from the abuse of the lighter protoform. He thrust against her heel hungrily.

Airachnid grabbed the knot of chains at his chest and pulled him forward, her pede pressing even harder down on his spike and the chains forced as tight as they could go. He cried out in both pain and pleasure, and she laughed.

"You are so pathetic," she berated.

She kept pulling the chains and Havoc had a brief fear that she would tear off his spike or slice through his valve with how uncomfortable it was becoming. But that all disappeared when he somehow shamefully overloaded.

However, Airachnid wasn't as pleased with his action and made a disappointed sound at him. "Did I say you could overload? No, then why did you do it?"

Havoc didn't have an answer. His body wanted more as much as his mind, like the lovesick soldier he was.

"For your failure to heed your superior, you're just going to have to sit here all day like this while I go back to the main deck and report to Megatron. Be a good pet and don't make a mess while I'm away or else, I'll just have to punish you."

Losing the stimulation of her dominance, Havoc inwardly whimpered at the sight of her walking away. He couldn't move, couldn't leave with the chains digging into his chassis. A punishment most fitting for a failure of a Vehicon. But after the door closed and he was left in silence, he felt himself growing heated again as his tenseness gave the desirable reaction he craved, the chains torturing his greedy valve and spike.

Punishment, she said, awaited him if he disobeyed and overloaded while she wasn't around. He was curious as to what it was and a part of him wanted to find out. It would be just another bad decision in his life. At this point, there was no turning back.

When Airachnid did return hours later, he showed no regrets as his inner thighs, the chains, and the floor were stained. He was a bit surprised that all she did was smirk at the sight; she knew he wouldn't obey. Her disappointment was only a ruse to mentally break him into nothing short of a toy for her amusement, a living toy that could put on a humiliating puppet show.

All he was, all he could ever be, was her toy soldier to abuse. And Havoc was just fine with that.

AN: I really need to work on the others but just so you forget my procrastination, I give you the gift of Airachnid's version of BDSM, maybe the nicer version.