"Wakey wakey" a voice jolted Shaba's processors, a voice dripping with evil. Her optics then slowly came online, struggling to focus clearly on that voice. She saw red, a bright red, and highly polished armor. Everything about this mech conveyed arrogance…and cruelty. Shaba then felt unbelievable pain emanating from her interfacing area, causing her back to arch. She then wanted to curl up in a ball, however, the femme realized that her wrists and ankles were restrained to the slab that she lie on. "Unnnf!" she groaned, jerking roughly. "Nah ah ah" that mech's voice playfully cooed "You don't want my scalpel to slip, don't you? I imagine you must be in quite a bit of pain as it is" he continued. Shaba groaned but lay still, hoping this 'medic' bot would quickly ease her suffering.
The mech then started to hum happily, the index finger on his right hand transforming into a scalpel. "Lord Megatron has really done a number on you" he said after giving a low whistle. "Please, medic, put me in stasis…please!" Shaba cried, jerking her frame again. She didn't understand what this medic was doing, did he not realize just how much pain she was in? Her optics were cleared up enough where she could see this mech's face…and she gasped. The expression on his faceplates was a cruel leer, his denta gleaming "Oh, and take the fun out of this?" he laughed. Shaba just looked at him in disbelief, then her optics teared up "Nooo, I beg you…uhhh, why? A medic is supposed to repair and heal, not torture" Shaba pleaded.
"I am no 'medic', femme. I am Knockout" the red-armored mech replied proudly thumping his chest "Annnd I am the Decepticon Chief Medical Officer. You are an Autobot ally and our prisoner, and I haven't had a prisoner in my care for quite some time" he replied, then continued humming as he went on repairing Shaba's damage. It was extensive, to say the least. Even Knockout, the seasoned medic and longtime Decepticon CMO, was taken aback some when he entered the interrogation chambers to bring the femme to the medbay. Sure, he's faced his Commander's wrath, but Knockout simply never saw brutality like this before. The haughty mech then loudly cursed that her fluids were getting on his just-polished armor as he lifted Shaba to her feet, then onto a hoverberth, forgetting all about the horrific punishment that was inflicted on her.
Megatron was enjoying a nice hot oil bath, he had not felt this relaxed in some time. His optics were dimmed as the Commander of the Decepticons recalled his evening with Shaba, how he remembered her every plead for mercy, every piercing scream of agony as he mercilessly took her, growling in satisfaction the whole time. Her cries were just music to his audials. Sure, Megatron's processors would recall this for a long time to come. Knockout then commed "Lord Megatron, I have made repairs to the prisoner, she will obviously need some time to recover from her ordeal. Would you like me to take her down to the brig, my liege?" he asked. The tyrant gave a low growl, angry that the CMO had interrupted his peace, but responded to him, nonetheless "Negative, Knockout, bring her to my private chambers" Megatron ordered, immediately closing the comm line afterward. He silently noted the quick effectiveness of the CMO's skills, but commending Knockout to his face or even verbally…never.
"Well, looks like Lord Megatron demands your presence once more, femme" Knockout turned to Shaba, while repaired and no longer bleeding energon, was still in considerable pain "Primus, hasn't that bastard had enough of me?! I….I cannot go through that again, I just…can't" the femme cried out hysterically, then buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The Decepticon CMO simply shrugged his shoulders, "His orders, femme. Now, are you going to come quietly or do I have to 'persuade' you?" Knockout replied with a leer. The femme looked up, tears streaming down her faceplates. She then slowly slid off the med berth and faced the red-armored mech. "Good, very good. Now, hands behind your back. I don't want you trying anything, or Megatron will have my spark for sure" Knockout chuckled. Shaba obediently complied and the CMO then led her up the corridor towards the Commander's quarters.
Megatron had washed himself off in his private wash racks after the oil bath, and was now standing before a large window in his quarters which gave a lovely panorama of the planet Earth below. The sun had just set and, along with the dim lighting of the interior, it gave off a slight glow of violet and purple in the room. "Lord Megatron, I am here with the femme, just as you…" he was abruptly cut off by the warlord "Just get in here, Knockout!" he roared, enraged. He then turned and saw his CMO enter, shoving the femme through the door first. Shaba stumbled and fell, landing on her knees before Megatron, who just smirked cruelly. He then snapped his head upward, noticing that Knockout was still in the room, watching "You are dismissed, Knockout!" he roared, causing the CMO to jump slightly, but he took that as his cue to scram, the door hissing shut and locking behind him.
Shaba cowered in the dim glow, tears dripping onto the highly polished floor. Megatron leaned over, bringing a hand to her chin and tilting it upward "You will look at me, femme. Or do you wish for more punishment, I am sure that in your current state, you would not survive another round with me" he growled softly, but the look in his optics was a deadly one, indeed. The young femme sighed as she slowly rose to her feet "Yes, Master" she replied softly, bowing her head. "That's more like it" Megatron then reached behind her back and removed the stasis cuffs. "Ooohh" Shaba groaned, stretching out her tired arms. Her systems were still exhausted, and while she was supplied some energon by Knockout, it was just to keep her online. She also badly needed recharge just so her systems could recover from the earlier trauma. 'Please, Master, I beg you…I n…need to recharge" Shaba pleaded, tears still trickling down her faceplates. "Stop your crying femme, you are stronger than that. I did not expect you to survive the initial ordeal, however, I had Knockout tend to you. I take it that he did so in not the nicest way" Megatron replied, giving a flash of a smirk.
He then roughly grabbed Shaba's arm, jerking the femme up against his frame. "You will recharge with me in my berth, only with me. If I am otherwise occupied, you will be, also. Trust me, you will not have a single moment to yourself, femme. You will work until you fall into stasis, keeping my ship clean, serving my troops…and I don't mean by interfacing, either. I am the only mech that you will engage with that manner." Megatron continued, his right hand then rose, while the left still held the femme tightly. Megatron then started to slowly stroke Shaba's wings ever so lightly. He knew flyers and just how sensitive their wings were, learning that from his former Air Commander, Starscream. Too bad that he deserted the Decepticons and would most likely be terminated, but that did not bother Megatron…he had a better prize now. Shaba's optics widened and she started to softly moan in pleasure as those fingers brushed the delicate sensors on Shaba's wings. "Return the favor, femme, or I will cease being gentle with you" the tyrant ordered, his hand leaving the femme's wing and bringing her hand up to his broad chest.
Shaba moaned again as she started to rub Megatron's chest. He freed her other wrist and returned to her wings and shoulders, those fingers found such sensitive areas. Shaba moaned louder and jerked her frame, all the while doing her best to focus on returning the favor to her Master. His optics appeared dimmed, giving a soft growl. Shaba's hands worked downward, where the thick armor plating ended towards his waist. Her fingers then trailed over those areas, now almost down to his interfacing cover. She could feel her Master shift his frame slightly and a stifled groan…then those optics refocused and narrowed "To my berth, femme" he growled, yanking Shaba's arm once again. Megatron then lay down on his massive berth, pulling the femme atop him. "You will learn to pleasure me and put out for me…and remember this…" his hand bringing Shaba tight against his frame "…pain is a part of the Decepticon way and you will learn to accept that" Megatron finished, then smothering her mouth with his, a hand making its way down between the femme's legs, fingers coaxing her port to open. The femme flyer moaned into the kiss, Megatron's jagged, sharp denta biting her lips and glossa, drawing energon. He just growled in deepening pleasure that hand rubbing her interfacing area harder and harder.
Shaba groaned as she felt fluids trickling down her inner thighs. The silver tyrant suddenly broke his dominating kiss and roughly shoved the femme away. "You will make me overload, then I will allow you to recharge" Megatron growled as his panel slid back, revealing that large spike. Shaba gasped in horror at the sight of what ravaged her so brutally only a few cycles ago. "Ohhh please Master, I can't…take that again so soon!" she pleaded, starting to cry again. She then felt a rumble that resonated through her frame, an angry rumble. Megatron bared his denta and narrowed his optics, his hands grabbing the femme's thighs, forcing Shaba to reposition her legs and straddle his wais.t "Onto my spike now…I will not tell you again". The young femme whimpered, but obeyed this time, settling herself onto that spike, her frame writhed at the feeling and tears streamed down her faceplates. She wanted to scream in agony right now and let out yelps when Megatron bucked his hips into her, he only growled in satisfaction, optics dimmed slightly. Shaba then felt another rumble, but this one was softer "Good femme, this is what I expect from you. You are not weak, you only act like you are. And, as I have already noticed…" Megatron rumbled, a hand pulling the femme close again and stroking her wings "….you have flight capability, which is unusual for a Neutral. Your guardians, as well as everyone in the Neutral territories, were not flyers. I am intrigued as to how you came to possess a trait that is almost exclusively Decepticon".
Shaba's optics widened as she shifted her frame, continuing to meet her Master's bucking hips, his spike deep in her. However, the pain had dulled somewhat and she could tolerate it more. Shaba also thought about Megatron's remark of her flight capabilities. Sure, she's been a Neutral since she was sparked, but her Guardians…she's known her Femme one for Vorns. But, the Mech…he was largely unknown to her. Shaba then wondered if it was possible that her Femme Guardian sparkbonded with another mech. "I…I don't know but…I never really used my capabilities much, I am not a skilled flyer." Shaba lowered her head, feeling ashamed. Megatron responded by bucking hard into the femme, jolting her and making her yelp in pain again "I do have a thing for flyers, femme. I had an Air Commander that was the most skilled flyer on all of Cybertron…and he was a spectacular mech in the berth. He would do anything to please me…before his ego grew too large for him to handle. Because of that, he no longer serves me. Oh, how I've longed for a young submissive femme to tend to my needs" Megatron's vocalisers purred, continuing to stroke Shaba's wings, causing her to moan again. "Now, make me overload…harder, femme!" the purr became a rasping roar. Shaba jerked her frame again and met his bucking hips with force, Megatron releasing her wings so the femme could work him towards overload. Her frame writhed madly, now holding onto his legs right behind the knees for support. "Ohhh frag!" Shaba gasped in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Megatron bucked even harder, feeling the femme's fingers over his legs…behind the knees was particularly sensitive, causing him to groan as Shaba's fingers worked those areas fervently.
The tyrant's frame then jerked sharply as he hit overload, sending Shaba into climax, yelping loudly. "Master!" she cried, laying her head back, then looking down at Megatron. His optics were dimmed, air cycling heavily through his vents, just as much as she was. Suddenly, a hand grasped Shaba around the back of her neck and yanked her close to his frame. "Mmmm, femme, that is how you please your Master. Trust me, I won't always be this gentle with you. I will take you whenever I feel like it, and however I feel like it…it excited me seeing you chained up like you were, earlier. I have a thing for flyers and I have a thing for domination…you will be experiencing it first-hand" Megatron growled before smothering the femme's mouth in yet another wicked kiss. Shaba grunted, Megatron still had his spike in her and now, she was really feeling the hurt after the ecstasy of overload had worn off. She broke the kiss and maneuvered her frame, withdrawing from Megatron.
His hand then grasped Shaba's helm and pulled her close to his interfacing area, which was covered in fluids from the both of them. "Clean this up, femme" he ordered, harshly. The femme made a sound of disgust, but obediently started licking and sucking his spike clean, moaning. She then finished, looking up at Megatron, who smirked cruelly. "That's right, femme, do whatever I tell you to or face my wrath" he growled, those last words said with a threatening tone. Shaba looked wearily into those deep crimson optics "Yes, Master". Megatron said nothing more as he once again pulled his femme onto his chest. He once again stroked her wings, slowly, while growling softly "mine", before both fell into a deep recharge.