Disclaimer: No, not mine.
A/N: Before I begin I would like to say a few things now so I will not have to talk during the rest of the chapters of this fic. Please note that this story is neither going to get very serious, sad or sappy but is most likely a little mix of all three.
Also be noted that I might unknowingly make some characters a little OOC and I'm sorry if I do and you didn't like it. I also will not include any original characters so don't worry about it. And on the subject of characters I have included no femmes, I despise them with a passion that I can not possibly describe in words and have no real explanation as to why I do either. I'm being dead serious, they make my blood curdle so I say to any who do actually like femmes I am truly sorry but that's just how I am. On this note I have merely changed all femme characters to mech (if I decide to include them but very, very likely will not) so I can stand them.
And to say this in case people start asking questions as to why I made this G1 universe-ish is because I've been seeing a little too much Animated fics that involve the young Optimus Prime (whom I am not overly that fond of and am a little tired of seeing but don't exactly hate in any way) and the Megatron from that universe (one who I don't have problem with in the very least but still not all that fond of) and which when together form some unpleasant or just plain disturbing scenarios that don't agree with me at all in terms of the universal coupling of the two.
Also, I wanted to make this in a G1 style and not Animated or Movie or Prime or anything else is because I personally love G1 and am sad to see once again it is shoved in the background and not made a lot of stories of, and thus I made it in G1 style.
Lastly, yes most of the things I have put into this fic is based real Egyptian facts but some are kinda being stretched a bit to suit the Cybertronian style. Hope you enjoy some of the fascinating research I put into this.
Other than all that, that's all I need to say so let us begin...
Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 1: A New Master and Home
The days on the planet Cybertron were fervent and heated even though there was no sun the day was still just as bright and hot. All over the magnificent mechanical planet were large glorious cities with numerous levels all divided into several districts. The two greatest and largest cities were Iacon and Kaon, both served as the great capitals to the two different breeds of the Transformers race. Kaon was the Decepticon capital which grew larger, expanding its territory with the help the Fallen's tyrannical rule to the point of making up half of the planet. Iacon was once the main Autobot city but no longer when the Decepticons turned on the Autobots and took command. Separating the two giant cities was the Great Cybertronian Rust Desert. It was once fairly tiny compared to the cities but due to constant mining and energon harvesting the metal land rusted and the desert grew massive, naturally separating the cities.
The lives of every single Autobot that lived on this planet were all either as servants or slaves to the Decepticons. The life an Autobot servant was most certainly better than that of an Autobot slave. Autobot servants were more or less like actual workers that were allowed the freedom of living in their own houses when their work was done and most of them still lived in the cities working as scribes, tax collectors and data writers. However despite this they still had masters and were abused from time to time if they had displeased them in someway.
The Autobot slaves on the other hand lived much harder than those of Autobot servants but they did almost the same exact jobs with the exception they are the much more abused and lived much more restricted lives with barely any freedom if at all. In fact they were usually judged by how they look and how they operate.
The Autobots that were well built and strong, were workers and builders and if they were especially large were used in gladiator matches against other large Autobots merely for the amusement of the watching Decepticons. Adverage built mechs were used for various jobs that were neither for the large mechs or the smaller robots, such as astronomy, laundry, entertainment, etc. The smaller and more slender mechs worked as and the worst job of them all, pleasure slaves. However Decepticons were known to rape all types of Autobots, both large and slender, whichever suited their demented tastes.
The only Autobots that seemed to be spared from rape were the Autobot sparklings but that didn't mean by any means they weren't abused as well.
Much of other Decepticons on the other hand lived lives of high bred aristocrats, those that weren't were either soldiers or guards for the higher up Decepticons. The Decepticon race overall had not changed much at all, still believing in the power of strength and war even though the time for really using it since the Quintession War had long since been over.
Indeed, life for the Autobots was hard, being taunted at and verbally and physically hurt on a fairly daily basis. However when their jobs were done for the day things were much better. Despite all the tragedy and abuse the Autobots still found ways to keep themselves happy and surprisingly stay like their breed always was, gentle, giving and kind, but not ever around Decepticons. Not one Autobot would be capable of forgiving them so long as slavery kept a tight grip on their throats.
On this day on Cybertron was an average hot and smothering day. Work was especially hard for the Autobot slaves but most were quite used to the heat and gained a fairly strong tolerance. However the heat still made any mech's armor feel uncomfortable.
A large red and blue Autobot sighed, stopping his thoughts for a moment as wiped his forehelm of the leaking coolant before getting back to work making energon crystals in the fields surrounding Iacon.
He was born under the name Optimus, which meant "beauty" in the Cybertronian language. And he was but he started out no different than any other Autobot. The very moment he came online he was given a slave collar to wear like the others and put to work the second he came into mechlinghood.
Optimus stopped his work for a moment and looked at the despised collar around his neck. This one piece of metal made it impossible for any slave to take off without it detonating and killing them. The only way to have it safely removed was for their master to willingly take it off and that by doing so the slave would be free but not one has been.
The Autobot snorted at the thought. The Decepticons would never free the Autobots, they begun to love this twisted system and were much too addicted to the free labor to ever give them up.
Naturally when certain Autobots had shown incredible skills at work they were the most valuable slaves and if they were built quite attractively they even more so. Many Decepticons had already fought over custody of himself with the interest of taming him and making him their own personal slave very often buying him from another and becoming his new master. Ironically with each new master he had been bought to he learned more and thus became much more valuable in Decepticon optics. By now the entire city of Iacon buzzed about his worth and he was big news to the Decepticons living at top level of the city.
"Optimus..." a voice to which the slave recognized in a sparkpulse broke the truck robot's train of thought. His master had returned from his business in Kaon. Honestly he thought he would have more to time to his thoughts before he was bothered but he was wrong.
Optimus raised his helm to the obnoxious tone of his master's voice. Over time the Autobot had long since developed a habit of not calling his master by their name merely because he didn't believe they were worth the formal address. "Yes, Master...?" he dronishly answered merely to annoy his master.
The other was used to his unfriendly behavior and ignored it before continuing. "Perhaps you may have heard but from the energon reports I have the great Vizer Soundwave given from your hard work we have just received the best harvest of all Iacon."
The red and blue mech resisted the urge to roll his optics at the boasting. He didn't care for wealth in the least. Afterall it was meaningless to a slave. "Is that right..." the truck robot said uninterested, going back to his work.
"You know... You should do something to celebrate..." the Decepticon inferred to as we walked behind his slave. "Perhaps a lovely oral interface... Or better yet lets truly interface... right here if you so wish..." he purred embracing the large Autobot from behind him.
Optimus had to really attempt to keep the energon in his tank from rising. "I do not think so, Master..." he ground out in between clenching denta and hands.
"And why not...?"
"I simply do not want to... I also do not wish be claimed..." he told truthishly. Not so long as his body and mind were still not broken would he allow the one thing the Decepticon race hasn't taken from him since the date of his birth would he allow his purity be taken by anyone other than the one he truly loved. He swore it on his very spark.
"You lie... You have to be claimed someday... why not now?" the other mech's voice exposing its underlying annoyance at being denied from what he selfishly wanted.
At last Optimus had finally had enough, pushing out of the highly unwanted touch and turning to face him fully so the words he said next deadly weight to them. "I'll be perfectly honest, Master. I don't want to interface with an inartistic feebleminded machine like you nor any other sane Autobot." the truck hissed like the most frigid ice matching his sapphire optics.
"How dare you!" the enraged Decepticon shouted before slapping Optimus clean across his face plates. The Autobot merely spat out the oil that welled up slightly in his mouth to the side at the strike.
"I told you, no. I will not surrender the gentle virginity of my port to monsters like you." the Autobot spoke calmly, glaring at him coldly.
"Fine! I will take it from you!" the truck's owner growled furiously before making menacing steps toward the mech.
The slave's glare hardened, hidden battle programs he had long ago taught himself from Decepticon programing should the need to protect himself arise. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, sir. I will not hesitate to defend myself despite the constant threat of punishment looming over me for doing so. I refuse to be another Autobot victim of rape." speaking with dreadful seriousness while going into a fighting stance.
Regardless of the warning that was given Optimus' master lunged forward, fully intent on harming the other Transformer. Without a moment to spare, the red and blue mech swiftly grabbed one the attacking Decepticon's arm and twisted it backwards making the offending mech fall to one knee plate on the ground
"That's quite enough!" a rich deep voice rang out in the air, silencing the fighting. The slave let go of his disgruntled master roughly to see of whom just spoke. A small distance away, standing a bit from where the two currently stood was a tall broad red and blue armored Autobot servant, obviously from his clean steel skin as aposed to Optimus' scarred and dirty one.
"What is it?" the angered Decepticon getting himself off of the floor, still in a very threatening posture.
The Autobot servant merely walked up to the larger Decepticon with no trace of fear. "A slave deduction from you I'm afraid, courtesy of his majesty the Pharaoh."
"Who do think you are claiming to have such power Autobot to declare something so high as a slave trade!" the furious mech roared down to the much smaller mech.
"One of Vizer Soundwave's personal scribes, Ultra Magnus. If you desire to incur the wrath of the right-hand mech of his Lordship, then by all means keep your property." the servant spoke with more an edge in his voice.
The Decepticon visibly flinched and effectively backed down. Optimus allowed a tiny smile to grow on his hidden face at the sight. It was certainly amusing to watch how a average built Autobot servant who had such simple small political power could make even a much more physically imposing Decepticon back down like a sparkling that had just been scolded by its creator.
"Thought so. And his majesty's and his faithful Vizer's command was and I quote was to take the property of the Decepticons of Iacon district 9521011, aka Autobots slaves from the said Decepticons in said district for their latest vorn tax and Autobot inspection from the Autobots of Iacon that show the most promise to being the hidden Prime."
"B-But Optimus is my only slave!"
"I'm sorry, it is the law you know to do these routine searches in every single district of every single city on Cybertron."
"Oh, too bad I suppose. After what is so horrible about one slave missing when you can simply buy more like common high-grade energon" Optimus said hotly pushing past his now former master to the side of the Autobot servant.
The Decepticon snarled at the both of the Autobots and stormed away from them to go inside a large building behind him, slamming the metal door hard.
Once the large mech was gone the large Autobot turned to the other and spoke gently and a touch of humor coloring its tone. "I swear to Primus you must have practiced each speech before you come to free once again, Magnus."
"You know that I do not but I do get slightly better each time I guess." Magnus chuckled to himself before walking toward the direction of his personal villa, Optimus only a couple paces behind him.
"Still I am glad you showed before things got out of hand, my friend." the larger of the two the robots spoke. The Autobot servant glowered slightly at the other robot as they continued on their way.
"What is it?" Optimus asked seeing his friend glare at him reprimandily at what he said.
"Honestly, Optimus, must you always infuriate your masters by fighting them? That could just lead to harsh lashings, you know. So why?" the older mech asked, his glare softening to a more concerned look.
"Oh, I'm aware of what I am doing Magnus. I will not allow any cruel sparked beast near my port simply to sate some primal lust of just my body and not myself." he spoke seriously and honestly to his best friend.
Magnus sighed, shaking his head at the futility of his argument. "Sometimes I wish Primus didn't install such a courageous personality program into you, Optimus..."
The leaders of the Decepticons, the Pharaohs had ruled over all of Cybertron and its Transformers for many vorns and vorns. Ever since the betrayal of Megatronus, the Fallen who forced his rule over the Transformers proclaiming that the Decepticon breed was the superior to the Autobots.
Ever since that dark day his rule had been gruesome and violent which he attempted to teach his proud son, whom he named after himself as Megatron. The young mech grew into a vastly handsome muscled mech, a proud powerful warrior but raised frigid in his spark making any insane enough to approach him freeze in fear, Decepticon or Autobot. Even his many pleasure slaves who had seen their master at his most vulnerable were terrified of his mere name which made them shiver in fright.
As much as the Decepticon enjoyed the sight of his dominace through fear... At the same time it made Megatron personally long for a mech that would not fear him and love him wholly and fully but so far none could be found. Not one would dare even get to know him, much less approach with anything more than being forced to thus making the continued failures of these searches begin to make the dissparkened Pharaoh even more bitter, cold and very lonely. Until one would love him, the cycle would continue until he went mad or was killed by the many that wished for his death.
And so Megatron sat upon his throne, once more bored to an extent he didn't know had existed before. Not one of the slaves that he continued to buy from the markets and were brought before the Pharaoh had ever made him glance an optic to their forms. Not one. The Decepticon was beginning to bitterly believe that all Autobots were simply a waste of precious metal, both physically, emotionally and mentally.
Glancing at his internal clock he found it was time once more to buy more slaves and inspect their spark chambers for the sign of Primus as his father the Fallen had obsessively done up until his tragic demise. Groaning out loud the Pharaoh commed Soundwave and Starscream from his seat.
A few minutes later his trusted Vizer, Soundwave and his far from trusted High Priest, Starscream entered the throne room and respectfully bowed before him.
"My Lord, what is it you want with us?" Starscream asked in an bothered voice as he looked up with an expression just the same as his tone.
Megatron drummed his fingers apathetically on one of the majestic throne's arms while leaning on the other arm and held his face. "It is time once more to acquire yet more Autobots for the Prime inspection. Soundwave you are to go out and gather all of the latest data forms on the newest slaves ready for the transfer from your scribes and you Starscream will go where Soundwave commands you to go when he has done so, get the slaves requested and bring them into the palace on your ship."
"As you wish, My Lord." Soundwave spoke in his usual drone before leaving. He summoned his loyal children and servants, the cassettes to him as walked out of the chamber completely.
Starscream on the other hand rose from the floor and spoke up. "Sire, with all due respect... we have been inspecting hundreds of filthy Autobots from all the different districts on all of Cybertron for every single vorn, unending for eons. Isn't this a sign that the old Autobot slave, Alpha Trion was mistaken about his prophecy?"
Megatron's crimson optics narrowed dangerously, knowing what the other Decepticon was implying inside his words. "Yes, you would like that wouldn't you, Starscream? I turn my back plates to the Autobots and turn back only to find everything gone because of the rise of the Prime that I could have so easily prevented from being if I had only kept up my search, just so you may grace my throne with your despicable and deceitful metal?" he mockingly asked the smaller Decepticon.
Starscream looked away, hiding his shame of being found out before even acting on anything.
Megatron snorted at the sight of embarrassment. "Get out of my sight and get those slaves, High Priest... And don't question my late father's law ever again..." hissing the Decepticon's rank and challenge with spite.
The High Priest in question gave a short lived glare before grumbled something unintelligible quietly, leaving with a annoyed aura surrounding him before slamming the great golden doors behind him.
Optimus walked inside the familiar villa that belonged to Magnus. Despite being one of the few Autobots that avoided the more degrading life of the lower ranked slaves didn't mean by any means he had was living the high life. In fact his home, though most certainly was more furnished than any of the slaves' were nothing compared to the Decepticons, even the lowest ranking Decepticons had much more than the highest ranking Autobots did.
The two truck Autobots had known each other since they were young sparklings. Both of them were born on the same days but though they were not brothers by mech blood they still connected like brothers with Magnus being the older by his behavior and attitude and Optimus being the larger by his work and lifestyle.
Magnus was one of the lucky Autobots that was chosen to be an Autobot servant because of his superior accounting abilities, Optimus however was not as fortunate and was made an Autobot slave. Still Magnus did everything in the power that given to him to try to keep as many Autobot slaves safe from the most notoriously violent Decepticons by constantly shifting their masters to much more suitable masters without giving away what he was doing to the Vizer. He especially did this for Optimus' safety.
The older Autobot walked ahead going to sit on his rug beside his table which had numerous datapads scattered about from his work. Optimus sat on a stool nearby and watched Magnus picked up his datapads to get to back to his work.
"I'm sorry that I cause you to constantly worry about my well-being when I'm sold to a new master, but please Magnus you're my dearest friend, I do not ever wish to upset you." Gently taking off his mask which was his physical shield to violent Decepticons. However he was one of the few Autobots that chose to wear a mask over his face, not only for some extra protection against harsh punches and slaps he sometimes had to endure but to hide his emotions better. Primus knew how easy a target an Autobot was if the Decepticon could see his fear of them. But it was not needed in the presence of those he trusted and cared about.
"I know that Optimus... but it is not that what is still upsetting me. It is what I had said earlier... I really was informed of the district you were currently in being the next on the Pharaoh's relentless scans for the Prime that's supposedly coming by my master, the Vizer, Soundwave..."
Optimus crossed his arms, listening to every word as it contained the notions of what his future was going to be. "But what is it about it that has you worried?"
Magnus put down his pad and sighed. "It is because they always look for the best Autobot slaves of each district they are currently on... The look for the ones that have a high amount of skills for they are the most likely of candidates to be the Prime... and because I am a scribe who must work under the Vizer who takes his orders directly from the Pharaoh... I cannot disobey a direct order from him or I will be killed... Even though I have been given some power I still must obey his commands..."
"I already know this, old friend. But why are you telling me this?" the larger of the two Autobot asked feeling something grim about to be told.
"Well.. You know that it is my method of "freeing" you is by switching the data about you around, even though it just starts the whole process all over again by giving you to another master over and over... but at the same time it hides you by moving you away from the current area of their Prime search..."
"But this time... they chose the correct location that you were currently and because of that I can't hide you anymore or I will be discovered doing something illegal... As such the Vizer came by a couple of cycles ago and claimed the data on you and a few other Autobots earlier, before I had arrived to get you... and so... You're... You're new master is... the Pharaoh..." he finished leaning his helm forward to hide his grave concern.
Optimus watched his friend shake from emotion. "Oh, Magnus..." he spoke gently rising from his seat to comfort his old friend by wrapping his arms around him from behind. "Is that all that all? It will fine..."
"No... No it won't be..." Magnus shook his head, still trembling despite the soft hug the other had on him.
"Why won't it be?"
"Because it's the Pharaoh, Optimus!" he blurted out spinning around in the larger Autobot's hold, his face very clearly displaying worry.
Optimus sighed and rubbed his distressed friend's back plates soothingly. "I had thought that was merely stretched rumors vile Decepticons use to frighten us Autobots with... But Magnus, you should already be aware of whether or not he is the Pharaoh, he is the same as all the other Decepticons."
"What are you saying Optimus? He is a vicious cruel monster!" Magnus cried out frightened.
The younger Autobot's expression turned sad at elder's outbursts. "Is he? If so I certainly don't want to get you slain for my sake. I'll go."
"But..." the Autobot servant's voice turning quieter.
"I promise it will be fine." the bigger mech spoke confidently, tightening his grip around the other to prove his word through his touch.
Magnus whimpered slightly before giving up on his argument, wrapping his arms around Optimus. "You promise...? You're one of the only family I have..."
"Of course I promise you..." the Autobot slave said with a bright smile spreading across his lips.
The nights on Cybertron were a stark contrast to the days upon the metal world. They were icy and edged to the point that not one Transformer could stay outside for very long without getting their circuits chilled to the point of sustaining damage. As such it was the only time the Decepticons allowed work to stop for the slaves for the day and to come inside their chambers for much needed recharge.
To Optimus these nights were one of the few moments truly to himself with his thoughts, with absolute guarantee to not be interrupted from them. Every night he couldn't help but wonder of what would happen if the prophecy would come true. The Decepticons meant to keep it hidden from the Autobots but some things couldn't be hidden. Not something this huge. Not something that could and very well can be what decides what will happen for the future of all of Cybertron.
Climbing into the guest berth of Magnus' villa, lying down on his side to gaze out the window at the stars outside before closing his optics and slipping on his mask before falling into recharge.
The gentle silence of the morning for the red and blue mech slumbering peacefully was broken by soft shaking of his frame. Opening his sleep weary sapphires he was greeted by the sight of his best friend Magnus. "Magnus...? What is it?" Optimus yawned clearing out the dust out of his intakes and rubbing away the blurriness out of his optics.
"I'm sorry you couldn't stay longer with me before they came to take you away, Optimus..." his voice once again held the same tone of sadness and fright as it the day before.
The Autobot had to think for a moment over what that meant and looking around his dear friend's shoulder plate he saw a Decepticon standing looking impatiently. He was dressed in amercement robes of the Priests but he had the crest of the High Priest on his helm. Optimus turned his optics back to Magnus in front of him. "Oh, Magnus, please stop your senseless worrying my dear friend. It will be fine. You have done more than enough for me for so many vorns that I don't think I could ever repay you in kind."
"Would you hurry up already!" the piercing voice of the High Priest rang out.
Optimus ignored it and instead listened to what Magnus said to him softly. "I'll try to visit you in Kaon palace whenever I am able to."
"That would make me very happy, old friend." the large Autobot said before embracing him goodbye and getting up to walk over to the impatiently waiting Decepticon by the door.
"About time! Primus, must you repulsive Autobots be fragging dramatic with everything you do?" Starscream hissed at Optimus shoving him forward and outside the building.
The Autobot was quite used to such rough treatment and brushed it off without a second thought. Outside Magnus' villa stood a proud slender dark violet Decepticon ship.
Ever since the takeover, Autobot ships were destroyed and made forbidden to ever build or commission over. Autobot vehicle modes were even made only for ground transport leaving the skies for the Decepticons and their ships alone to grace Cybertron's sky and if any Autobot had an alt form that was aerial related in any way was highly illegal and the consequences would be immediate execution. However it was known that some of the Autobots that had served in the Quintession War with the Decepticons had jet, plane and ship alt modes but when slavery came, their forms couldn't adapt to the ground vehicles at all so they were allowed to keep their forms but for a hefty price... their wings and thrusters were torn off.
Optimus walked up the docking stairs of the magnificent machine and slipped inside. For all the Decepticon ships the Autobot remembered being in, this was definatily the largest and most spacious he had ever seen. He sat down on the iron bench made for the slaves to sit on while transported and looked around at his fellow passengers.
All of the other Autobots sitting in the slave cargo area all looked slightly younger than he was, some the red and blue mech was more than sure were barely out of the reaches of mechlinghood. However each and every one of their faces all shared one thing, terror of their new owner.
The large Autobot also noted that another Autobot slave that was not located with the others slaves in with him, that actually stood by the door to the private quarters of the High Priest's ship. He was a red and white mech older than he was littered with hundreds of nasty scars and some bad weld marks but the biggest scars was on his back. Two large identitcal scars that looked like the remains of a large medical incision. He was a old Autobot flyer.
The Autobot flinched harshly when the unmistakable screech of Starscream's voice came when his pedes were heard coming up the docking steps. "Jetfire! Put the chains on the last slave so we can leave this scum pile of a district!"
"Y-Yes, My Lord!" he squeaked in a scared voice, rushing over to Optimus' side carrying with him a couple of energon chains. His large hands quickly worked with surprising accuracy, attaching two cuffs and chains around both his wrists and his lower leg armor and attaching the extra chains to other cuffs on the mech beside him.
"Are you finally done? Jetfire?" the Decepticon cooed in a dangerous tone that signified an violent rebuttal coming, that almost made the truck jump for he had almost completely forgotten he was there as his attention was toward the other older Autobot slave working on his binds.
Jetfire leapt up in shock and turned to his master. "I-I have finished in the time I always have done, Master." bowing his head in hopes of not being hit but was likely to come anyway.
The Decepticon nastily sneered and slapped him clean across the face plates making all the other slaves on board flinch, even Optimus. Every single Autobot had felt rough treatment at some point in their lives and could almost feel it whenever they watched their fellow slaves get hit. "Whatever, I'll deal with you later. Skywarp, Thundercracker, take off!" he turned away and left them alone to his private quarters, Jetfire following dutifully behind his owner, with the steel door sealing shut.
The docking stairs outside folded and closed back into the ship as the sound of rocket thrusters hummed to life and gently lifted off the ground to fly at a soft cruising speed toward their destination. Alone with no one to yell and scream at them the Autobot slaves began to talk amongst themselves, probably an attempt to break the horrible tension and to possibly make friends. Optimus stayed however quiet and preferred to get a brief recharge before going to his new master as to not make a scene if he gets crabby because of no sleep. Closing his optics he allowed the gentle gabble of talking, the humming of engines and the gentle rocking of the ship to lull him into a mild recharge nap.
Optimus later woke up by a quick jerk caused by the ship landing. The High Priest came into the slave cargo area with Jetfire right behind him, clinging to him with a satisfied loving look despite the fact he had a metal bruise from the smack earlier. The large Autobot did not know what that meant, but judging from it he might have a flame for his master in some twisted way. All of the Autobots who looked much more comfortable then before all quieted at the High Priest's arrival. "All right scrap buckets, welcome to your new home, Kaon Palace, home of his majesty the Pharaoh. Now let's get moving." he said as the docking stairs descended revealing the bright light of day outside that made the Autobots who used to the faint darkness of the ship close, their optics and hiss slightly as they adjusted to see better.
Starscream walked down the stairs to outside with Jetfire still wrapped around him. "Follow me closely or get lost and punished for it." he called as walked forward. The slaves rose off their seats and the one who started the chain that connected all of them walked off first as the rest followed as to not trip.
Optimus walked along with the other slaves as best as he could without tripping over the energon chains binding his lower legs to the them. As he walked he gazed around to get a better look at Kaon as he had never been here once in his life. It was similar to Iacon in terms of district structure but was much more clean and many more Decepticons walking the streets. However all of these great buildings were pale compared to splendor Kaon Palace. It dwarfed all of the city surrounding it, it practically broke the clouds with its size. It was made with millions and millions of tons of solid gold and jewels all neatly compressed together to form a titanic pyramid with the Decepticon insignia on the front.
Suffice to say, the truck robot was impressed by his new master's dwelling but still was not all that interested as it was also the place where the entire Autobot slavery originated and maintained from. Coming to the palace's main doors Starscream commanded the huge Decepticon guards to bow and allow the doors to open for the High Priest and his cargo.
Inside the building was just as amazing as the outside of it. Carpets made of deep lavender silk, walls made of gold that had many heavily built and armored Decepticon guards lining it and huge jewel decorated pillars. Many high class Decepticons clothed in gold and fine linen walked by ignoring them to go about their business with several of their own personal slaves who were in pretty fine linen and a little gold themselves but not anywhere near as elegant as their masters. The Decepticon leading the group who started sag behind to see the incredible sights snarled a warning to keep up or be flogged.
Rushing a bit to catch up Optimus got a little closer to the ones in front of him and when he saw them a little closer the red and blue realized a lot of them were pretty slender and good looking. The truck robot was almost positive those poor mechs were going to torn apart by the lust filled rubies of some of the guards they past he expertly saw watching them walk through the hallways.
The High Priest led the group through a pair of doors to fairly small room on the other side of the huge hall with some Autobot slaves already working inside. They all looked up from their tasks at hand when Starscream came inside. "Well, get to cleaning up these new slaves Autobot slime! I don't have all day!" the Decepticon barked at the slaves who's stern orders made them get up immediately. After giving the order Starscream turned and left for business elsewhere.
Each of the Autobots in the line were each cleaned by the other slaves with one gently spraying fairly cold water from a soft hose over one of the newer slaves, one at a time while two others dry them with towels before they gently took off the energon chains around their lower legs before leading the clean mech over to another room where he could see them being clothed in some of the fine linen and a little gold.
Optimus then began to think about how his life would be at Kaon palace when he saw the work the slaves already here were doing. The large Autobot had become very used to being in small buildings but the palace was much larger than any of his former master's home so living and working here would be a little more difficult to get used to.
The red and blue mech's thoughts were cut off when a cool splash of water ran down his frame making him shutter in surprise. "Sorry, it is so cold... It is all they provide for us Autobots..." the Autobot washing him with the hose spoke as if he had said those words to all of the other slaves earlier.
The truck robot nodded in sympathy. "It's okay, I understand." lifting his arms to allow the water to rinse underneath them. "What I do not understand as to why we are being washed and decorated like prizes. I had heard he despises Autobots, so why?"
"He doesn't like his slaves to some filthy and disease ridden, especially in front of his subjects." as the Autobot directed the spray to the others lower waist and legs as another took off the cuffs and chains around his lower legs.
"So... In other words we are much like... trophies...?" the large Autobot asked in a shocked voice.
The slave sighed sadly as he had just finished washing off his pedes. "Yes..."
Optimus growled to himself at the sheer arrogance of that mech as he was dried off with the towels. "How dare he dress us like trophies to show off to other Decepticons... I refuse to wear such filthy wealth only to be ogled at."
"You have to or else you will killed for it...!" one of the mechs who used a towel to dry him off with. The truck felt like arguing more to prove it but was gently lead over to the next room and then left alone with the mechs that worked in this chamber so that they could finish their work for the day.
The red and blue mech tried to calm himself over what he had been told. What kind of mech dresses up his slaves like they were beautiful prizes in front of people only to be beaten when they leave. Optimus growled a little again but silenced it when a young yellow mech, very much a mechling walked up to him with large clothes of linen almost falling out of his hands cutely. "So, what color would you like to wear?" he asked shyly in a soothing voice that was like the charm of a bell.
"White I suppose. I haven't ever had the chance to ever white with my usual loincloth." he chuckled warmly gesturing to himself to break the young one's shyness.
"Then you will spend a pit of a time getting it clean again and again." the mechling smiled, obviously more at ease seeing that the last mech he would be working on was at least friendly. "Ummm... What's your name?" he asked attempting to strike up a welcoming conversation, while measuring around Optimus' waist while crouching down.
"I am Optimus and yours?" raising his arms slightly to help get the proper measurements better.
"I'm Bumblebee." he said as he finished his measurements and got up.
"Nice to meet you, Bumblebee." the older mech smiled at him as sat down on his work bench.
"You too, Optimus." he smiled back as he cut the linen to the specifications needed for Optimus' measurements. His small fingers were perfect for the delicate work needed in sewing such fine material and with such quick skill, the red and blue mech was impressed.
While working the small yellow mechling spoke again. "Ummm... I noticed that you are, if pardon me, Optimus, a very nice hot piece of metal."
Optimus almost laughed to hear a mechling say such a adult thing but didn't as that would offend the other slave. "So, I'm told. Why?"
"Well, for those that are really pretty it's generally a good idea not to make yourself known to the Pharaoh. He likes pretty rebellious robots."
"Is that right. Well, not really much I can do about the beauty Primus all mighty has given me and as for my temper... I'll try to keep it in check if it is possible."
"That's good to hear. Well, here's your new clothes. I'll you put on so you can it comfortable." Bumblebee said getting up and giving the snow white material to Optimus to put then turning away to give him some privacy to change.
The elder mech took off his old loincloth which was ripped and torn with age and abuse and tossed it into a bin nearby that had other Autobot's loincloths in it and put on the newly made one, tying it tight so as not to come off. It fit nicely, perfectly made for both snug fit and soft comfort and it very beautiful and long, almost transparent to show a faint glow of his blue codpiece beneath it. And even though he despised putting on a few bits of gold he still did not want to cause trouble on his first day, he had chosen a couple small gold chain bracelets to put on his wrists but refused to put on anything more.
When the truck robot said that he was decent again, the car robot turned back around and spoke. "Okay now that is done with, you have to go to one more room for medical examination and your data transference from Vizer Soundwave."
"Alright, thank you for gorgeous white linen, Bumblebee. It is very well done. I suppose I'll see you after I've been presented to the Pharaoh." Optimus waved goodbye as he left the young Autobot to go to the next room.
"Yep!" Bumblebee called back before having to go back to his work.
The truck robot was surprised at how easy he had made a new friend here. But he was not complaining at all. It was nice and it made the time he would spend here from now on much, much smoother.
He came into a medical room with all the Autobots that went before he did were lining the walls patiently after they had already had their checkups. Also there were a few Deceticons, one was as Optimus had recognized as the Vizer Soundwave and his children, the cassettes waiting for the last Autobot to get his check up. The Autobot doctor walked around reading a datapad very hard while talking to himself a little. "Okay, he's done... next we have... Optimus... okay." the older mech wandered over to Optimus' position but didn't look up yet.
The doctor stopped in front of him still looking at his datapad and then at last looked up at him. He was tiny bit surprised to see that his new patient was bigger than he was and he was a slight bit larger than a average built Autobot. "Wow, a big boy, unusual for the Pharaoh's taste but not something I haven't seen before. Alright, sit down on the examination table."
The red and blue mech nodded and sat down on one of the many examination tables. The doctor performed a few basic tests on his body, such as checking the health of his air filters, coolant levels and checking his denta for cracks, it was nothing unusual. That was until the doctor asked something Optimus didn't predict. "Alright, good status and health, good, good... Okay now I just need to check on your port health." he spoke as he typed on his datapad the results of his patient's examination.
"E-Excuse me?" the younger robot asked stunned to be requested to that.
The older Autobot looked up at him and saw his discomfort at the inquiry he had given. "Don't take it the wrong way, kid, I'm not your type. However I do need to check your port to see if it has any damage or infection as well as fertility levels to plan what days your reproductive cycles are most active to better prepare for the days you go into heat."
"Oh, okay." the larger mech agreed getting off the table and turning around for the other to begin his test but still didn't feel entirely at ease baring his port when their were others present. He inwardly scolded himself for being so shy and protective as it was just a doctor doing his job and settled down.
"Now just relax, Optimus, I ain't going to hurt you, you have a Ratchet guarantee on that." the old robot promised.
Optimus nodded in agreement and then felt hands lift up his loincloth, pushing it to the side and opening his codpiece revealing his port. Lightly Ratchet pushed in his fingers, feeling around for tears or bruising but found none. The doctor kept going until he felt a slight barrier preventing his finger from going forward anymore. His hands withdrew from the port and closed the codpiece cover before picking up his datapad and typing more in results. "That was unexpected. I didn't know you were a virgin, Optimus. That's quite surprising find considering almost every slave brought before me had been all been used by a Decepticon." he said with a little smile as he typed.
The red and blue mech stood up, turning to face him. "I'd rather face the end of an energon whip then a Decepticon's."
The old Autobot laughed heartedly. "Good on you, Optimus. Well, My Lord, Soundwave he's finished here."
The Decepticon strode over to the red and blue mech without saying a single word and gripped Optimus' slave collar. With a single finger he inserted into a small groove made for inserting data, a mere five seconds then pulled away and spoke. "You are now property of his majesty, Optimus."
An elevator that was in the wall the completed slaves stood by opened and Starscream stood alone. "Get in you filthy Autobots, the Pharaoh doesn't like to wait and neither do I." he growled threateningly with crossed arms.
Optimus followed the other Autobots to the elevator were Soundwave and children climbed on with them.
Megatron sighed, entertaining himself by fiddling with gold bracelets until his sensitive audios caught the telltale sign of the elevatator. He straightened himself on his throne and waited for the visitor to come. The doors to his throne room opened as he saw the slender figure of his High Priest.
Starscream cleared his air filter gently before speaking. "I have returned your majesty."
The Pharaoh waved his hand in gesture that spoke that he wanted more information then was given, really not having much patience left for more waiting. "Well, then what is it, Starscream." he spoke.
"You're newest group of Autobot slaves have arrived." the smaller Decepticon announced with touch of droll in it.
Megatron smiled, glad for not having to wait any longer. "Ah... Good, then show them in." he said his tone more upbeat as he put his sharp finger tips together in anticipation.
Starscream bowed his helm respectfully and gestured to the Decepticon guards outside the throne room. They both nodded and opened the great doors for the Autobot slaves and Soundwave and his children to enter. The Vizer's cassettes all lined up the Autobots in a single long line before the huge silver mech who was gazing over all of them.
He was delighted to see once again another group of lovely Autobot slaves, but his trail of sight stop when a particularly enchanting large red and blue one at the end of the line. He wasn't looking up at him like the others but instead was looking toward the ground trying not to look at his new master. Megatron smirked thinking it was cute as he watched him shift from side to side to keep his legs from becoming stiff from standing there, he barely registered that his Vizer was talking to him about all the different Autobots in the line.
While Soundwave was talking however Starscream noticed that Optimus was still wearing his mask even though he was in his master's presence. "Why are you wearing a mask you scrap pile? Take it off! You're in the presence of the almighty Pharaoh!" he yelled at him before his claw connected to Autobot's face violently.
Megatron's face fell from delight to angered at the slap to the mech who caught his optic's face. "Starscream watch your hands... I do not wish my latest slaves to be damaged..." he growled to drive his words to threaten fully.
The High Priest merely snorted dismissivily at the Pharaoh's growl, quite used to it to be truly afraid of it. "Oh he'll recover just fine, My Lord."
Optimus stifled an attempt to snarl at the unexpected strike to his face plates and instead moved his hands up to his mask to take it off. Normally the Autobot would refuse to take off the precious piece of metal but preferred not to be hit again. Carefully taking it off and storing it in his subspace storage before gazing up only to finally meet the Pharaoh's optics for the first time since he had been brought in here.
The instant the two vastly different optics locked, sparks rushed through Megatron frame. The Autobot was magnificent but was just as wild, untamed as a regal beast with equal power and grace as evidenced from some of the scars on his frame and his azure optics.
Optimus' opinion on the sight of the large Decepticon was not as reveling. He was powerful and fierce with a beastly aura, a long flowing purple cape made of fine silk and linen flowed beneath him to touch the floor and covered from helm to pede with precious gold and jewels. The sight of all the wealth this one robot who hurt the mechs who were forced to day in and day out to make all of the valuables, was them wearing for no reason other than material gain and vanity made him ill to his tank. He scowled at the approving glance he was giving at his body.
"...And lastly is the Autobot Optimus. The infamous slave who has been fought for and bought to innumerable slave masters of Iacon before being bought once more to a higher bidder." Soundwave spoke in dutiful voice as he walked along the lined up mechs.
"I see. And just what does Optimus specialize in Soundwave?" Megatron asked quietly gazing up and down the mech's illustrious body design. It was strong but not bulky and slender but not delicate. He liked it very much. Optimus' optics narrowed at the scanning eyes were still upon him, very much disliking the stare and hoping it would end soon.
"He specializes in all categories of mathematics, astronomy, engineering, invention, arts, music, cooking, and many forms of sharpshooting and hand-to-hand combat skills as well as some has some scientific and doctorate knowledge. As writing in his report by one of my scribes, Magnus had given to me, My Lord." Soundwave spoke compliantly, arms behind his back.
"Excellent. Lead them all to the slave chamber for the day. All except... Optimus." Megatron spoke in a baneful tone. The blue Decepticon nodded respectfully as he unlocked the last chain binding the group together before leading all the slaves, but Optimus back downstairs. Starscream his work done also left the two all alone.
The Autobot left watched carefully as the Pharaoh rose from his seat and approached the truck who stiffened when the larger mech had come closer to him to view him better.
"What are you doing...?" the slave hissed at the Decepticon circling around his form in interest. He detested the lewd gaze upon himself so much it made the truck robot almost squirm in his armor.
"Just seeing if you fear me, like all of the other weak Autobots that had unfortunately come before me." deliberately throwing in weak Autobots just to see a little rise of anger out of the smaller robot.
Optimus snorted. He wasn't afraid of yet another amorous Decepticon only after him because of his looks and usefulness. "You do not make me fear you."
"Oh? Is that right?" Megatron smirked exposing his sharp denta while his glowing rubies gazed down at the Autobot who continued to glare at him hoping to make back down in intimidation, not knowing it was just doing the opposite to the large silver mech.
"As sure as Primus is creator." the Autobot spoke bravely, but felt his inside mechanics tingle uncomfortably, not only because he was a little too close for comfort but because his optics pierced his spark in a way none of his former masters every could.
Megatron chuckled. 'Maybe, this might be the mech... If I can manage to tame the unruly Autobot first...' he thought to himself, stroking his plaited beard. "Interesting... You may go now." he waved him off.
The mech bowed stiffly as if his body hated doing the action but more than happy to leave in the direction all the other slaves had left to.
The silver mech watched the Autobot practically race out of the chamber in revolt which made the mech in question think of it as appealing. It made wonder if he should make him one of his personal sex slaves but as soon as the idea crossed his processor it was banished for the reason that he could accidently break his new toy or be bored with him fairly quickly if he forced him to submit like all of his other "toys". No, this one had to be his of his own free will. An evil smile spread on his lips as he walked down the hall to his personal chambers.
Optimus followed the other slaves who have been at the palace longer than he had to the slave chamber. At first when he had arrived to the chamber he saw that the room was very, very large as to accommodate many slaves. Their thousands of berths all spread out a lot like bunk beds in order to make space for the Autobots. Many slaves were here already, some were settling down into some of the many berths for recharge while others talked amongst themselves.
The large Autobot walked to up to one of the bottom beds that had not been claimed already and laid down on his back. "Heard you had to stay behind for the Pharaoh to gawk at you, Optimus." A gentle voice beside him said that he recognized got his attention.
"Well, hello again Bumblebee. How did know I had been called to stay behind for the Pharaoh?"
"You'd be surprised how quick words can spread amoung us Autobot here. But just know I did warn you about him, Optimus..." he spoke with a slightly concerned voice as he climbed the bunk above him.
"That you did, Bumblebee but I doubt it makes any difference now. That Decepticon has taken notice to me... and might I say the Pharaoh is... how can say this... creepy." the truck laughed a little when said that. Well, he never lied, it was one of the few rules in his life he chose to follow.
The small Autobot laughed from the bunk berth above and peered over the edge his small blue optics glittering with humor. "I think I'm going to like you, Optimus."
"I think I might as well." Optimus smiled fondly at him before he disappeared from view again. He might be the only friend he might ever have at the palace as of right now but it was still nice just have even just one, it made all the indignities easier to bear with another. Not to mention he was a pretty adorable mechling who was pretty easy to get along with. Yes, the red and blue mech concluded as he drifted off to a steady recharge for the day.
Megatron strode down to his private chambers for the rest of the evening, already thinking of which of his newest slaves he would pick to his new pleasure slaves. The Pharaoh had already decided the one he would not make a pleasure slave, well not directly but the end result would be. But for the rest of them... they didn't quite interest the Decepticon not nearly as much.
To the silver mech none of his actual pleasure slaves quite interested him much either, though all were of very well built frames but were in his opinion much too slender for the true hard interfacing.
Too often when the Pharaoh himself felt like taking charge of the sex and mounted his slaves to do this, they sustained injuries because of their thin armor which in its turn made Megatron eventually have to lay down and not to move, letting his Autobots do the work for him less he had to get more Autobots to be his pleasure slaves.
Reaching the end of the hall to his chamber, his claw raised up to the large luxurious golden doors that had emblazoned upon it the symbol of the Decepticons before him. With a simple touch on it, the magnificent doors opened to him and without another moment walked inside as they closed once more.
Megatron gazed at the pleasure slaves that had been ordered to await him in his private chambers for some 'alone time', were alerted to their master's presence and looked up from whatever they were particularly doing before he had arrived. Some he recognized as older pleasure slaves and others that were to be his newest pleasure slaves chosen to see if he liked them.
The Decepticon frowned when his noticed that every one of the Autobots were all much to thinly armored. But if he did have the opion to interface with larger mechs for pleasure slaves he probably wouldn't because to him they weren't all that attractive to him. However he did wish for a sexual release after a long day, so they would have to do.
The Pharaoh walked up to his large fancy berth and laid down, sitting back on the large pillows.
"The usual, My Lord...?" one of the older pleasure slaves spoke dronishly but cautiously.
"Indeed. Proceed now slaves." he spoke quickly, honestly still a little bored of them but didn't voice it.
With a nod they obeyed and surrounded their master, with the older Autobots showing the more young ones what they supposed to do by silent example.
Megatron leaned his helm back and groaned as soft hands began to dance and stroke across his weary armor. The Pharaoh closed his red optics and allowed his mind to wander in an attempt to arouse himself so to be more properly pleasured by his slaves.
The Pharaoh was mildly surprised when images Optimus came onto his CPU almost immediately. At first the Decepticon considered getting rid of the thoughts for something else but stopped believing that there was no harm in thinking about the Autobot now it wouldn't spoil the fun with him later on. Afterall it wasn't as if he was a horrible looking Autobot, if fact he was one of the more invoking mechs he had ever seen. Yes, there was no harm in thinking about him, he owned him after all.
A smile arose on the Decepticon's face plates as he decided what his processors should think of as the Autobot slaves rubbed more with their bodies then their hands, kissing the pieces of metal skin that had not been taken already by the others.
The large gun robot shivered when one of his newer pleasure slaves made a bold move and licked along his jaw along his plaited beard which was a living part of his face so it was sensitive to the touch.
Thoughts of those full lush lips the Autobot wanted to hide from the sight of everybody kissing his chest plates and wet thick glossa traveling along the seams of his torso metal and dipping in between them occasionally to lap at the wiring in them. Megatron's thoughts were indeed quite arousing, imagining everything he was feeling at that moment to be caused by Optimus which was in actuality his pleasure slaves' work causing him to moan and grip the sheets of his berth tight beneath his hands.
The more experienced slaves knew that if their master was doing this action, it meant it was time to overload him or else he would get angered. Rubbing around the Pharaoh's black codpiece which one removed from their master's body while moving the cloth in front of it to the side to get at the sexual instruments underneath it. Megatron's revealed hardened spike was already fairly pressurized from lust and leaking a light stream of transfluid from its tip.
One of the newer slaves decided to take over and gently started licking up the liquid while moving up to suck the head as the others tended to the Decepticon's legs and other sensitive parts on his lower armor.
The silver mech growled primally, highly aroused as his thoughts began to get more and more dirty, imagining it was Optimus' mouth and glossa touching his huge cord. The thoughts of those intense, defiant lazuline optics gazing up at him but with a naughty, submissive expression as he engulfed his hot mouth around the sensitive rod.
Thinking of these thoughts didn't last for all that long for Megatron though, for he had come to overload much sooner than he had originally thought and much harder then expected as with a loud snarl, fiercely gripping his sheets slightly tearing the soft fabric as his high slowly left his heated body.
The Autobot slaves squeaked in surprise at their Pharaoh's release, the older ones knowing that was not an average overload at the large amount of the sticky white liquid that came out and splattered on their faces. Despite this the Autobots went dutifully to cleaning up their master's spilled transfluid from the bed and on the Pharaoh's lower waist as well as the bit on themselves, quietly.
With a low grunt and a wave of his hand the silver mech dismissed his pleasure slaves as they had completed the job they given from him. They bowed respectfully before leaving the Pharaoh alone in his chamber.
In solitude Megatron thought over his explosive orgasm brought on by those thoughts of that Autobot. That was first time he came this hard in so little of time and he had quite a bit of stamina and experience, so this was very rare. It intrigued him enough to desire know this mech better, to know what about him could bring to such levels of pleasure from simply thinking of him. But for now he decided to get the needed recharge his body craved now after overload. The slave wasn't going anywhere, so he would have plenty of time to get to know him. 'Yes, he is mine... All mine...' he purred just as sleep had grabbed him.
A/N: This was a real monster to write, so I hope it pleases you so far! Reviews would be very lovely! Peace!