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Chapter contributed by : Alchemist

**Do not own Transformers – Hasbro holds all the rights**
Auction Treasures – Part 3
G1 clone universe/written by stSE (now Alchemist)
Note: Been a long time since I’ve gotten a muse. Been reading through all of my and other author’s clone stories lately. Ended up with a muse – thanks everyone!
Setting: 8+ years after the Autobots began selling clones. But before any calamities hit. Now there is a big used clone market for those buyers that aren’t rich. Though most of these used clones have some unique glitches…
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“I’m sorry that we have to keep you tied up,” Dawn gave him a sad smile as she pulled the covers up to his hip servos, stopping where the strap was secured around him.
“I understand,” he bent his elbows a bit, trying to get more comfortable. He could move his arms a bit, but doing something like, say, opening a door so that he could run away – would be extremely difficult even with a calm meta. In a panic attack, he’d never accomplish the act. “Scraps will have the remote kill switch ready tomorrow, and then you won’t have to worry.” He smiled up at Dawn, thankful that there was such an easy solution to controlling him during the severe attacks.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him, she softly stroked his now gleaming hood. “I can’t wait for the day that we can uninstall it,” she whispered. Leaning forward, she brushed his lips with hers.
Finally! Mags felt his chassis warm under her touch. His shattered programs finally allowed him to once again enjoy a human’s touch. Well, at least HER touch. The one human who’s oath of loyalty he felt that he could believe in. He leaned into her light kiss, daring to part his lips.
She pulled back in surprise at his reaction. Last night he’d been terrified throughout most of the kissing lesson. Yet now, did he really try to deepen the kiss?!? “You’re not acting like you did last night,” she said softly, making sure that it sounded more like a question than a statement.
He frowned, had he reacted inappropriately? “I’m sorry,” he looked up hopefully, “your instructions?”
“Oh no, you didn’t do anything wrong!” She stroked his cheek as a smile slid across her face. “Last night you were terrified. You acted as though my touch burned. But just now you seemed to welcome it.”
A relieved smile graced his handsome features. “My programming glitch, well it’s now letting me, um, enjoy your touch.. since..” he couldn’t think of how to explain it fully.
“Since I’ve earned your loyalty and trust?” she finished his thought for him.
He nodded, thrilled that she understood. “I’m more than just a glitched piece of garbage to you.. I have – potential?” he made the last sentence more of a question than a statement, still unsure about how to communicate effectively with a human.
“Oh, you most definitely have potential!” The moment felt right, leaning down, she took his lips in a deep, passionate kiss that lasted for many minutes. Tongue and glossa intertwined as they explored each other…. Memorizing the other’s flavor…
Finally pulling away, Dawn calmed her excited body as she looked down upon the now handsome clone. Where he had once been dull and faded – now he gleamed brightly. “Amazing what a good waxing does to you guys,” she murmured as she ran her fingers across his hood.
Shivering under her touch, Mags gave her a grateful smile; “Thank you so much for giving me that waxing kit!” It was the first present that he’d ever been given. The first thing he’d ever been able to call his own. Looking down at his own chassis, he felt warmth flow through his core as he admired his now maintained armor. In a few days, his worn out bearings would be replaced as well. For the first time in years he’d be in perfect working condition again!
Forcing herself to pull her hand away, Dawn tried to calm down her building desire once again. She sat there for a moment, clenching and unclenching her hand – desperately trying to think of anything that would get her out of the mood.
“I sorry, did I say something wrong?” the Ultra Magnus clone asked as she pulled away. Now that he had conquered his fear of her touch – he didn’t want to ruin it.
“No, no,” patting him like a child, Dawn stood up and went to the other side of the bed. “My mind just really wants to live in the gutter right now.”
Mags studied her as she moved away from him. Yes, it had felt creepy when he knew she was watching him while self interfacing this morning. Yet, she was attempting to consider his feelings about the entire attraction she had towards his model. Drumming his fingers against his thigh armor, he tried to think of some kind of compromise; A way that she could find release without sneaking around like some teenager – and without him having to interface. Which he couldn’t anyways without that dreaded programming. “Can we speak openly?” he asked in a meek voice.
Sliding under the covers on her side of the bed and keeping a decent distance from him while she tried to control herself – she nodded.
“Uh, Scraps is right about all this,” he nodded towards her and then himself.
Setting her chin on her hand, she looked up at him in amusement. “What’s he right about?” she asked with an innocent shrug.
“That, well, an unanimated you know – won’t satisfy you forever,” he couldn’t bring himself to actually say ‘dildo’. He just wasn’t as bold as the Scrapper clone. Granted, he didn’t actually know what a dildo was. He didn’t have any carnal knowledge without the pleasure programming. He just knew that interfacing was something that pleasure clones did with humans in private.
“Maybe – maybe not. How does that possibility make you feel?” Her eyes softened as they met his.
His owner actually wanted to know how he felt?!? No owner had ever given a damn how he felt! Afraid that he’d anger her with his answer, he really tried to phrase it well. “I guess… In some ways I feel these weird creepy crawly sensations when I know you’re looking at me and imagining, well you know. But other times, I feel all excited that my owner wants me like that… It’s confusing…”
Hmmmm, so his emotions were 50/50 on the idea – not as bad as she had thought. “Have you actually seen sex before, Mags?”
Blushing, he shook his head.
“So you actually don’t know what I may or may not demand from you one day?” Now this was getting interesting.
Blush deepened as he shook his head again.
He was so cute when he blushed! Dawn felt her temperature rise a bit in excitement. Grabbing her remote off her nightstand, she turned on the tv and began to search the internet access for her favorite website. “Then I guess I should educate you first, hmmm?” she winked at him as she read through some video descriptions.
Once again, she was willing to train him first before asking for any performance. Mags’ chassis relaxed a bit as his optics glued to the screen. “Yes… and thank you,” he replied in a soft voice.
Finding a clone-on-human video that just happened to star her second favorite mech’s model, Dawn clicked on play. Scooting herself so that she was pressed against his side armor, she kissed his shoulder and whispered, “I’d better warn you that I might get a little too horny to control myself.”
He gulped in nervousness at her words – but his optics were glued onto the screen. “I..I.. don’t have the programming,” he stammered back. Unbeknowest to Dawn, the fact that it was an Optimus clone in the video, triggered some deeply ingrained programming within the Blue and red clone. Programming that dictated that he always follow his Prime’s example. His meta locked onto the video – conscious thought processes taking the back burner while an almost ‘instinctive drive’ to follow took over.
Damn! What that Optimus clone was doing to that woman on the screen with his glossa – was, well, absolutely fascinating to the former industrial clone. The actress was arching up and moaning for that red clone to take her. His engine revved as the camera did a close up of the action.
Seeing that the clone was absolutely riveted by the action on the screen, Dawn couldn’t help it. She slid her hand under the covers until she found her wetness. Her other hand began to wander around on his warm armor…
Now the red clone on the screen was in full control of the actress as he pummeled her mercilessly with his taunt cable. Mags glanced down at his own codpiece. Obviously, he had the same equipment hidden there, as the Optimus clone on the screen did. He glanced over at the woman moaning next to him. Yes, he had seen her naked the night before, but had no clue that the dark hair down there was hiding the receptacle for a clone’s cable.
A surprised yell from the video caught his attention. A human male had charged in the room where the clone and woman had been interfacing. They were caught in the act! At first the new actor seemed all pissed and ready to fight the Optimus clone, but then somehow he decided to unbutton his slacks and interface the clone instead. Mags’ optics got huge as he observed the differences between clone cables and human males’ equipment. The red clone gave the actor a blow job, while the camera angle cut around and showed the man forcing panels aside with his fingers. The clone’s ports were now visible to the audience. The man smacked the clone’s aft with one hand while he thrust fingers into those ports with his other.
His mouth hanging open in surprise, Mags tried to kick off the blanket so that he could look down between his leg units. It was frustrating to have one’s hands tied – when you wanted to learn about your own anatomy! He thought to himself.
“Yes, you have the same equipment. Well, according to Scraps, all clones have them,” Dawn explained as she smiled at him. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she continued to play with herself. “And from what I’ve seen on videos – clone’s get the same enjoyment from them – that we women do.”
Shifting in frustration, he spread his leg units a bit. His meta processor searching for the data links to his hidden equipment. He soon had identified the unused hydraulics pump as well as the lubrication systems. But he didn’t have the programs to initiate activation of them.
“That..Optimus model.. sure seems to enjoy.. his job,” Mags stammered as his face plate heated up in embarrassment. That actor clone was writhing and moaning in what appeared to be pure bliss from what the man was doing to his ports. He felt a longing build within him. A strange longing – to feel what the Prime clone was feeling…
His voice seemed lower than normal to Dawn. Glancing at him, she noticed how he’d kicked the blanket off of himself. His legs were slightly spread. His hands clenching and unclenching – while his optics were glued to the action on the screen. Was he actually able to feel – desire?
Unconsciously, Mags rocked his hips slightly in time with the clone on the screen. The man was sliding a beer bottle in and out of the clone’s forward port. But the actor clone kept begging for more as he sucked the actor’s dick.. The actor clone was in bliss – pure bliss! A sensation that an industrial clone like Mags – had never even known existed.
Pulling her hand from her panties, Dawn turned on her side so that she faced the excited clone. This was even more thrilling to her – than pleasuring herself! Slipping her hand between his thighs, she rubbed his pelvic plating. “Do you want to feel – what he’s feeling?” she asked Mags.
So focused on the action on the screen that he wasn’t really even aware of reality, Mags mumbled ‘yeeessssss’ and spread his legs further. His meta was one with the actor clone on the screen. He must follow his Prime’s example….
Feeling around, she soon located the latches to the armor plate covering over what she figured would be his ports. Flicking them open, she slowly forced the protective plating to retract. Sliding down his frame, she couldn’t help but to stare at his twin openings. Well, Scraps had informed her that they were built hermaphroditic, so she had been warned.. But did they feel the same as vaginas did? Slipping her fingers around his entrances, she licked one – before sliding it in.
Suddenly data streamed into his unwary meta processor. Mags just about jerked off the bed when her finger slid inside his forward port, activating a sensory grid that he didn’t have the programming to deal with. “Too much input! Too much input!” He yelled. He tried to get away, but couldn’t since his arms were tied. Beginning to panic, he gasped as he rocked his head side-to-side…
“Shhhh, Mags,” Dawn comforted, “Watch the video again, I won’t move for a while – ok?”
Her comforting ‘shhhh’s’ combined with the fact that she did not move her finger at all, allowed the clone to slowly calm down and come out of his panic attack. It still felt very disconcerting down there. The cool air lightly caressing areas that had never been exposed in his life…. Those new sensory grids still flaming with activation.. Still responding to the light pressure of that human finger pressed against them.. “I… I thought you said… no under armor stuff?” he stammered once he could finally talk again.
“You seemed so – intrigued – by what that Optimus clone is doing on the video. I just, well, got a little too excited I guess,” Dawn admitted. Yes, she’d probably gone a tad too far, too soon… But hell, Scraps had been right about an animated dildo being far more interesting to her than her old standby.
He shifted uncomfortably, half of him wanting to tell her to get her hands off of him – the other half wanting to ask her to help him further his understanding of this new equipment he had. The pressure in his forward port was sending a constant flow of raw data to his meta processor; Raw data that he had no clue as to how to process or interpret it. “C-confusing,” he finally admitted.
“What’s confusing, my dear?” she asked as she began to draw imaginary circles on his armor with her free hand.
“Data stream… Can’t interpret the data..” Throwing his helm back, he shuddered as confusion seemed to rule his chassis.
Making sure to keep her hand on his port as still as possible, Dawn moved up so that she could kiss his cheek plate. “There was a thread on the owner’s chat group where they discussed training industrial clones to accept interfacing – without ever loading pleasure programs. They claimed it was a lot like when girls first learn about their own bodies and sexuality. Confusion is very normal. Not knowing how to interpret the sensations at first – is also normal,” she explained as she gave him gentle kisses along his thin neck alloy.
“I’m… responding… Normally?” he gasped as he shifted his hips under her hand. This was the first time any human had called him ‘normal’. Emotional warmth spread across his nets as the positive flood of emotion combined with the strange data streaming in from his now active port sensory grids.
“Yes, you are responding very normally. I’m very pleased with you,” Dawn purred as she gave him more soft kisses along his neck. “Learn to enjoy my touch. Once you enjoy it – desire will follow.”
His optics focused back on the action on the screen. Now the female porn actress had added her fingers to the man’s – within the writhing and moaning Optimus clone’s ports. So this flood of sensory data – was pleasure? It seemed like the actor clone was begging for more and more data flood with every moment. It was like he wanted to be overwhelmed. It clicked in his meta then – to be overwhelmed by sensory data must be pleasure. Grinding his dentals together and balling his fingers into tight fists he dared for the first time in his existence – to ask his owner to do something. “More …. Data.. please..” he gasp as he tried to spread his leg units even further.
She stopped her soft kisses to look up at him in surprise. “You want me to move my fingers? Like they’re doing to him?” she asked as she nodded towards the action on the screen.
“Y-yes,” his reply came out as a strange almost strangled moan; As if he still wasn’t sure if this was torture or pleasure.
“Ok honey, are you sure that you can handle it?” she asked as she sat up a bit. Although her hormones wanted to push this effigy of the mech she desired past his limits – her common sense warned her to hold back so that she wouldn’t ruin the weak trust he now had in her.
“N-no… not sure..” he turned his optics away from the screen and met her eyes. “Want to feel… what he’s feeling.. What you want me to .. feel,” he admitted.
“Shhhhhh, we can take our time. Do this over months and months,” she offered. God, when his chassis shook like this – he was simply irresistible!
“No!... Now… before I can.. think about it… please…” moving his hips, he tried to impale himself on her thin finger. He had to do this now! If he paused to think about it – he’d be too terrified to try it again for months – if ever! “Don’t … stop… once you start… please… don’t stop..” he begged, tears filling his optics as he fought down his building panic attack.
“So you want to do this – even if it causes a panic attack – or worse?” Dawn asked. She wanted this to be his decision – his choice.
He nodded, digging his fingers into his thigh armor so hard that he made dents.
Well, she’d better really secure him in case he went into one of those programming locks. “I’m going to have to tie you down first, honey,” she said as she slipped her finger out of him.
He groaned in disappointment as the data stream ended, but understood why she had to secure him further. As the fog of data overload cleared from his meta – he was able to think clearly again. “That’s what pleasure is? So much data stream – that you can’t process anything clearly?” he asked.
Fishing around in her top drawer for her leather belts, Dawn nodded. “Basically, it’s even like that with us humans to an extent.” Pulling out three of them, she approached the bed. “Now, I’m going to put one around your neck and secure it loosely to the headboard. Then I’ll secure both of your legs to the posts.”
Shifting to make the job easier for her, Mags cringed a bit as one went around his sensitive neck. “Afraid I might go into programming lock?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. At least this owner was being pro-active in order to maintain control over him.
“Yeah, you might say that,” she agreed with a slight tinge of sadness in her voice. “Should I stop – if you do go into programming lock?”
He shook his head. “N-no,” eventually he’d come out of it. And if she had stopped – well, it’d just cause him to programming lock faster the next time. If she was still doing it when he came out of it – he probably wouldn’t lock from it again.
“How long have you been trapped in lock before?” she asked as she secured each of his legs to the posts at the foot of the bed.
“Um, couple days,” he admitted. He commanded one of his main access panels to open. As it slid open with a hiss, he gave Dawn a timid smile. “You can manually shut me down by flicking the red switch,” he offered.
She gave him an odd look, but did feel around within that exposed panel for the described switch. “And you’re sure that if you come out of it – and your port sensors are still being stimulated – that it won’t cause programming lock again?”
He nodded with an uncertain smile. “I think so.”
Standing up, she strode back to her dresser, this time searching the bottom drawer for something. Finding it, she stood back up and came back to the bed.
He stared, open mouthed, at the green colored gel replica of a human male’s penis. It was so big compared to her one little finger! “I…. I don’t…”
“Now listen here Mags,” she pointed the dildo at him, “there is no way that I can sit here for hours with my finger in your port. BUT my favorite friend here – can.” She leaned forward, tapping his chest with the green replica. “I’ll go real slow and gentle to get you used to it – before I use it. But it’s this – or no deal.”
His engine whined as he looked from green dildo, to owner, to the video (which just happened to show them using a similar device on the actor clone right at that moment) – back to dildo. He wasn’t sure he could handle something like that. But then again – he glanced at the video which showed the Optimus clone doing just that – then again, his ports were supposed to be designed for stuff like that.. Weren’t they? Slowly, he nodded his agreement to the plan.
“You’ve got to say it,” Dawn pressured as she began to lovingly stroke his abdominal armor. No, she’d never done the lesbian thing – ever! But she’d watched enough of it on porn videos; she figured that she could do a decent job of this.
“I… I agree.. to let you use that… thing… on me,” Mags stammered, his face plate burning in embarrassment. He felt a blend of excitement and terror wash over his circuits as he thought about that green replica inside him.
“Ok,” she smiled as she moved to sit in between his spread legs, “and this ‘thing’ is called a dildo, or a vibrator.”
His thought to ask what a vibrator was – was cut short as her fingers began to trace his exposed ports. Streams of data began to wash over him. But this time, he welcomed the disorientating experience. His owner had him secured. His owner didn’t care if he went into sensory shock and then locked up for hours. His owner had promised never to throw him away – no matter what. So trusting that Dawn knew what she was doing, he moaned as the data stream began to fog up his meta processor.
Softly stroking around his port entrances, Dawn found herself fascinated in making comparisons between clone anatomy – and her own. He felt almost like skin in this region – so soft, supple and warm. Toying gently with his entrances with just the tips of her fingers, she waited for him to get ‘wet’ just like she did. But he never did.
Glancing up at his face plate, she quickly realized that his meta was already so dazed and confused over the data stream she was causing – that there was no way he’d be able to answer any questions. And heck, he probably didn’t know that he was supposed to self lubricate anyways. With a roll of her eyes, she reached over him and into the top drawer of her nightstand, where she kept her own bottle of KY lube.
Pouring some onto her fingers, she slowly massaged it into his forward port. Gasping, the Ultra Magnus look-a-like just about levitated off of the bed! “Who knew?” Dawn joked more to herself than anyone else, since obviously the poor clone wouldn’t be able to think much right now. She poured more lube onto her fingers, this time sliding two into the writhing clone’s port. Pumping her fingers in and out of him, she decided that it might be a good idea to give herself a good orgasm – before she possibly lost the use of her play toy for the next few hours.
Scooting back a little bit and throwing her legs over his thighs, she continued to pump her fingers slowly in and out of him as she spread some lube onto her favorite dildo. Moving her panties aside with her free hand, she positioned its head at her entrance and slowly slid it in deep. Once in, she turned the switch on, the delicious vibrations rolling through her. Rocking her hips forward, she locked the vibrating dildo in place against the mattress as she refocused on playing with her clone’s quivering ports.
He moaned as she dared to slide a finger into his aft port. Her other hand still pumped fingers in-and-out of his forward port. His engine’s rpms shot up as the data load became too intense for his meta to handle. With a cry, he shut down and went still.
“Well, I’ll be,” Dawn mused as she added more fingers inside him – along with yet more lube, “No wonder you clones have been such a hot commodity all these years. And hell, you don’t even have the programming!” Shifting her hips slightly to take the vibrator in a little deeper, she moaned softly. Her eyes roving hungrily over his handsome chassis; briefly she wondered how different he would act with the pleasure programming. Admittedly, she was turned on a bit by the fact that he was really like a virgin – with no knowledge and no expectations.
He slowly rebooted, his meta quickly registering the fact that her fingers still moved within him. The data stream that he now equated as pleasure still rolled over his nets. But he could think a little more clearly now. It didn’t seem as overwhelming as when she first did it. “Y-yes!” he moaned as he tried to thrust his hips into her fingers. There was less terror now – more excitement!
As he began to respond again, Dawn added another finger to both ports. At first the clone whimpered as they entered him, his ports stretching to accommodate. He strained against his bonds, meta processor straining to handle the data load. “God, you’re so sexy Mags!” Dawn moaned as she came. Her body tingling as her muscles contracted around the green dildo.
Mags never replied, in fact he never even processed her words. His entire being was now consumed by the waves of data streaming through his now activated port networks… He bucked into her thrusting fingers.. Ports hurting a little as they stretched and adapted..
“Mmmmm, so sexy..” Pulling the dildo from herself, she spread a thick layer of lube along it before pressing the tip of it against his forward port entrance.
The press of the thick member against his entrance threw the clone into a panic attack that blended into a memory echo in just a split second…
……”Mmmmmm, Autobot ports are so tight – wouldn’t you agree Hook?” Scrapper moaned as he pressed his cable into Ultra Magnus’s unprepared port.
Pain shot through the captive. He strained against his bonds, snarling at the Constructicons in defiance. His utterances of defiance were swiftly stopped as something was thrust into his open mouth. Looking up in disgust, he realized that Hook had now appropriated his oral cavity to pleasure his cable. He gagged as it was forced down his unwilling throat.
“Yes, mmmmmmm, Autobots are so talented at taking Decepticon cables,” Hook agreed as he thrust in and out.
The press of the thick head of the Constructicon leader’s cable slowly pushed through Ultra Magnus’s resistance. It stretched his port painfully as it continued on in its penetration.. He gagged on the cable in his mouth as he fought the bonds holding his leg units apart. Trying in desperation to close them… To stop the unwanted invasion… To no avail.. Soon Scrapper’s entire length was nestled within his unwilling port..
“Yes, mmmmmmmm, so tight,” Scrapper moaned as he pushed in to his hilt. His cable now fully sheathed within the delectable tight warmth of his sworn enemy. For long minutes, he stayed full within his unwilling partner – the press of his cable against internal sensors causing automatic systems to release lubrication. “It would seem that your chassis desires Decepticon cables,” he purred to the struggling Autobot.
Ultra Magnus choked on Hook’s cable, desperately trying to pull away…To deny that his port was now reacting to the unwanted attentions. To his horror – he felt lubrication drip out of his port.. Renewing his struggle against his bonds, he moaned against the thick cable in his throat as Scrapper began a steady pace with his thrusts.. Soon the Autobot was helplessly bucking his hips in rhythm with the invasion.. His meta’s resistance overcome by stimuli……………….
“Scrapper……” Mags moaned as his chassis began to match her rhythm with the dildo.
Dawn waved a hand over his optics – noting that they were still unfocused. “Still in the memory echo,” she noted in a soft voice. When Scraps had mentioned the earlier suspected memory echo – they had Googled it. Apparently, these echoes were somewhat common – and brought on by stress. But the internet bloggers had recommended pushing the clones through them. They had claimed that they would reoccur less and less frequently, the more the clones were pushed.
The delusional Ultra Magnus clone once again struggled against his bonds, mumbling defiance against the mechs that were using him during this memory echo. He now dripped lubricant from his port as Dawn continued her slow thrusting with the dildo.
“Well, at least the memory echo is helping you activate those systems,” she told him quietly. His chassis trembled in response as his clouded optics only saw Constructicons. Running her free hand over his gleaming chassis, Dawn felt her desire burning again. For some reason seeing a clone helplessly restrained and open to her desires – was making her incredibly horny. She’d never been into bondage before… Then again, she’d never been into clones before either.
Glancing at her alarm clock, she was shocked when she realized that he had now gone twenty minutes without one of those shutdowns. Apparently the processor lock brought on by the memory echo – was also keeping him from overloading from too much data load. Was the memory echo actually helping to train his meta processor to interpret interface data? Forcing the dildo deeper inside him, she watched in total fascination as he arched up and tried to spread his legs further apart. His moans of defiance – now turned into pleas of need.
Leaning over him, she gave him a few sharp thrusts as she tried to play into his active memory echo. “Do you want to bond with me Ultra Magnus? Feel my Decepticon spark?” she whispered. She had read enough about the mechs to know some of their terms. At least she hoped she was using them in the right context…
He moaned in defeat as he met the thrusts. “Release me now… Stop this…… no….yes…..yesssssss!” his soft moan of acceptance was accompanied by a hum that spread over his frame.
“Come for me Autobot – give me your spark!” she encouraged, knowing that her voice was being changed to Scrapper’s in his dazed meta. To push him over the edge, she pressed a finger into his aft port as she kept her pace with the dildo in his forward port. “Or do you need two Decepticons to fulfill you?”
Shaking his helm from side-to-side, Mags forced the strap around his neck to dig into his alloy skin. “No….more…” he moaned as a great shudder went over his frame. With a defeated groan, his optics darkened as he totally program locked.
“Damn – you’re sexy even when you’re in a nightmare,” Dawn whispered to him. Opening the panel he’d shown her earlier, she flipped the kill switch. He immediately went limp.
Untying his legs, Dawn pressed the dildo deep inside him. Forcing his legs unit together, she tied them to each other. In effect, trapping the dildo where it was. He had begged for her to not stop the data load – and this was the only way she could accomplish that – and still get some sleep.
Turning off the tv, she settled down next to him in the darkness and closed her eyes. Soon to be fast asleep, her back to the bound clone…
*****
Systems activated one by one within him. Slowly the Magnus clone rebooted, his optics brightening the dark room. He noted that he was still tied – but now his leg units were bound tightly together. His forward port sensors still activated and streaming loads of data from the pressure against them.
Faint echoes of his horrific memory echo flitted over him. He now knew without a doubt that his mech and Scraps’ mech had a long and torturous history with each other. Shifting a little, he felt the press within him change a bit. His systems reacted by releasing more lubricant. Feeling the strange wetness dripping from between his legs, Mags shifted again – his meta swooning a bit. A vision of Scrapper filled him again. But this time he wasn’t filled with strife – he was filled with need. The need flowed over his systems – until his logic circuits were overcome….
A touch against his leg servo brought him back full into reality. Shocked, his optics met those of his mentor clone. Before he could speak, his mouth was covered by a warning hand. /Do not wake Dawn!/ Scraps ordered. /You radioed me/ the Purple clone explained.
His optics widened as he nodded. /I did?/ he squeaked back. His engine sputtered as dismay settled over his meta. His mentor could easily see the evidence of the evening’s activities!
Running his knowledgeable hands over Mags’ chassis, Scraps checked for damage. His lips broke into a sly grin as he noticed the clone’s ports were exposed – dildo shoved deep into one of them. /Doing an excellent job with her – I see/ he purred to his assistant.
Predictably, the Magnus clone’s shade deepened. Looking away from his mentor, he shivered as those fingers slid between his bound legs to check the status of his ports. /I went into another memory echo of a rape/ he whispered back over their com link.
/With my mech again?/ Scraps inquired. He was pleased to see that despite not having the programs installed – Mags’ systems had released protective lubrication into his ports. Even his aft port was dripping.
The blue & red clone nodded, he couldn’t hold back a moan as Scraps’ checked his empty aft port. Some part within him needed the purple clone… Wanted more of his touch… Mags shivered as he fought the urge down. Like him, his mentor did not have the programming. His mentor would not be interested.
Noticing the temperature change and hearing the slight rev of the Autobot clone’s engines, Scraps eyed him curiously. /Still in echo?/ he asked.
/No…. I…. well/ Mags shivered as those wonderfully knowledgeable hands moved to his open access panel – checking his system functions.
/Fascinating,/ the mentor clone mumbled as he leaned forwards to look at the readings. /You are still in a state of interface arousal – despite not having the programming./
/Ok, so what did that mean?/ Mags trembled as Scraps closed his panel and leaned over him with amusement in his red orbs.
Facemask retracting so that the other could see his mischievous smirk, Scraps’ slid a hand between his legs again – rubbing his exposed and active ports. His smirk widened as Mags’ chassis arched up in response. /It means that your interface nets have remained in a state of readiness./
Was he glitched there as well? Mags didn’t want to be a total glitch! /Please help me,/ he whined over their link, /I don’t want Dawn to know that I’m glitched there too!/
Cocking his head, Scraps gave him an amused look. /You won’t like what I’ll have to do,/ he warned.
/I don’t ‘like’ any of this really. But I’m learning how to ‘like’ it,/ Mags pleaded back. His ports felt like they were on fire at the purple clone’s touch. Lubrication slowly dripped down his pelvic plating, making a wet spot on the sheets beneath him.
/Ok/ the Constructicon shrugged, /Turn away from me on your side armor/ he ordered.
With the purple clone’s help, Mags did as ordered. He curled into an almost fetal position.
/Open your mouth,/ Scraps silently ordered.
As he complied, he felt a ball crammed into his mouth and before he could spit it out – the Scrapper clone had fixed it there with some well placed duct tape. /Why?/ Mags stammered over their link.
He felt something press against his unused – but highly lubricated – aft port. /Because you have to stay quiet – or you’ll wake up Dawn!/ Scraps replied.
Realizing that it felt like another dildo, Mags tried to move away. His forward port was already sore! He couldn’t handle another dildo in his aft! /What the?!?/ he stammered silently in shock.
/Shhhhhhh, it’s just my cable,/ Scraps replied. Positioning its head against the aft port entrance, he trembled from the data inflow as sensors reacted to the tight wet warmth surrounding the tip.
That made him struggle all the more in shock! /But you don’t have the programming! We don’t have the programming!/ Mags screamed across their link.
The purple clone chuckled, /I’m a medic clone. I know where the damned hydraulics system is. I just rewired it to my primary hydraulics controls,/ he explained. He trembled as he forced his cable a little further into the slick warmth. /I was hoping that Dawn would warm up to me eventually/ he continued /but she never did./
Mags tried to buck against him. Straighten his legs so that he couldn’t get access. But alas, he was trapped and didn’t dare to struggle too much – lest he wake up Dawn. /Why? Why?/ he whined over their com link.
Scraps caressed his side armor as he held him still. Forcing his full length inside of the other clone, he stopped moving while he panted in order to cool his engines. /Just like our mechs were together – we’ll be together,/ he explained. Leaning forwards, he kissed his unwilling partner’s cheek. /But unlike our mech’s experiences – ours will be enjoyable./
His cooling fans clicking on, Mags’ panted as he tried to cool down. His aft port burned with the stretch. His forward port tingling against the dildo nestled within. Since he had no pleasure programs – there were no programs restricting him with other clones. /It… hurts/ he told Scraps.
/Shhhhh, you will accommodate,/ the Scrapper clone replied. Ever so slowly, he began to move. /We will break the memory echo’s hold on you through new experiences,/ he explained.
Biting down as hard as he could on the ball in his mouth, Mags kept himself silent as he was slowly impaled over-and-over again. His nets were on fire at the dual stimulation of his ports. This clone was his leader now. He must do as ordered. Turning his head, he watched Scraps as he pumped into his aft port. Earlier visions of Scrapper’s rape tried to fill his meta, but his mentor’s soft caresses washed away the terror. He curled his knees tighter to his belly armor, allowing the purple clone better access to his slick port. /It feels….. good…/ he finally admitted after a few silent minutes.
Gripping his side armor tighter, Scraps quickened his pace as he thrust deeper into that wonderful port. But he was careful not to hit armor with armor, lest he make noise that would waken their owner. Yes, he had taught himself how to masturbate using videos from the net. He had always hoped that Dawn would one day look his way. But this pairing – could be just as satisfying to the pleasure programs he was writing for himself with every experience. A memory echo flitted at the back of his meta. Of Scrapper doing this same thing with Ultra Magnus…. Dominating his captive… /Mmmmmm/ he moaned over their comlink. This was what a Decepticon commander did with his subordinates..
Mags trembled as Scraps’ increased the pressure within his cable. It swelled to new dimensions, sending waves of pleasurable pain through the bound and gagged clone. He gasped in silence as he was ravaged. His meta beginning to pair helplessness with its definition of pleasure. His ports burned with want and need for more punishment. Straining against his bonds – he jerked as he felt Scraps sheath his new dimensions fully within him. Their internal bonding connections linked… The fiery wild spark within the Constructicon clone flowing through to meet Mags’ tiny newly born spark.. With a mutual gasp of wonder, both clones sagged in overload.
Mags came back online first, his meta still reeling at the data flow coming in from their connection. They were still locked together. Scraps limply laying over him, his cable still connected within. Without the programs, nothing shut down. He felt a strange energy field surrounding them. A pulse that beat steadily as one…. He could see the memory files stored within his mentor. Without realizing it, he accessed them… His meta now seeing the purple clone’s past for all of its worth..
Scraps came online, his processors detecting the invasion immediately. Yet he could not put up any firewalls! His optics widened as he realized that they were connected internally. Lifting up his head, he met Mags’ brilliant blue orbs with a look of sheer amazement. Diving through their unintentional link, he dove into the Magnus clone’s memory files with a ruthless ferocity.
Silence continued for many minutes as the clones explored each other’s metas. Finally, Scraps depressurized his cable and retracted it within him. Their connection now severed – the fog lifted from their optics. With gentle hands, he removed the gag from Mags’ mouth.
/We are now one…../ Mags’ com linked to him. His silent voice filled with wonder at the experience.
/Bonded/ Scraps’ agreed. Gently, he took the Magnus clone’s lips. /I’m sorry… I forced you,/ he whispered. His own meta amazed that he even felt remorse.
Blue optics studied ruby orbs. /Programming differences…. It is Decepticon… culture../ the Autobot clone replied. Mags felt no anger towards him now that he truly understood.
/We are clones – not Autobots and Decepticons/ Scraps argued back. /I should have restrained. Knowing your past./
Mags slowly rolled over onto his back armor. Somehow it felt right to be helpless, looking up into the visage of Scrapper. /You didn’t know… my full past… until now/ he shivered as his mentor softly caressed an audio receptor. /My abuse… I... I long – to be touched.. Not beaten../ he admitted, a sad echo in his silent voice.
Taking his lips again, Scraps ran his hands over the bound clone’s chassis. /You will always be touched here,/ he promised. Standing up, he silently left before Dawn could awaken.
Blue optics stared at the door for a while. A meta overcome with amazement on how life had changed in less than 48 hours. Before, he’d been merely a machine that was yelled at. A machine that was not worthy of any touch or any kindness; A machine that was thrown away because his treatment had caused glitches within his programming. Now he was a clone with a secret bond mate. A clone whom was lusted after – and even valued for his strange glitches. With a contented sigh, he snuggled next to the tiny woman next to him. His optics slowly going dark as he allowed himself to activate the first full defrag cycle in years. He was no longer afraid of tomorrow…..
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