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Megatron's Dream World	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Optimus Prime
It was a trap…
The Decepticons won the war because of a well-executed and thoroughly thought trap. Well, it was more complicated than that but it was what aallowed Megatron to beat and capture the proud and strong Leader of the Autobots, and his SIC, the tactician Prowl. Optimus didn't even have time to think of a counter-attack, and he was took by surprise and quickly subdued by his ages-old nemesis. Megatron was overly proud of himself to have thought that plan over and for once, his men didn't screw it up, so in the end, it was a complete and total victory on the Decepticon's side! And, as he forced Optimus to witness the downfall of his Autobots, the Leader felt himself sink in a dark and deep pit of despair and sorrow.
He saw the humans being swat like flies and a half of the Earth population, by the end of the war, was wiped from the side of the Universe. What was left of the human species was enslaved and held like mindless animals, doing the worst and most degrading jobs the Decepticons could think of. He saw his men, his Autobots, now leaderless and let to themselves as Optimus Prime and Prowl were captured, slowly but steadily defeated until it was not anymore Autobots standing to fight against Megatron's army. Until the survivors were forced to flee and hide like frightened animals… Optimus Prime, the once proud and strong Leader of the Autobots, was forced to witness all of this and in the end, what was left of his own self was nothing more than a empty hide, a shell devoid of anything but sorrow and despair.
They lost…
They lost the war; they lost the Earth and Cybertron to the Decepticons; they lost their very dignity and their freedom when Megatron stated than all remaining Autobot was to become slaves and work for the great glory of the Decepticon Empire. Megatron declared himself Emperor and tightens an iron grip around all and every worlds in the universe, not restraining himself to only Cybertron and Earth after this victory over his arch nemesis. The Prime was his to do with as he pleases, and Optimus was quite aware of the fact. And even if he lost everything and all, he wasn't about to loose his own pride and dignity to this monster!
He will never bow before Megatron, never surrender to him, whatever he would do to him! As he was taken back to Cybertron like a war trophy, covered in chains and wearing a metallic collar with a leash, showed around by his 'master' like some sort of beast, Optimus didn't surrender, and kept his head high and proud, hiding his feeling behind a wall of defiance. When he was stripped of his armour and mask in front of the entire Decepticon army, baring him until all that was left was the thin and fragile dermaplates beneath the thick battle shell, letting him exposed and vulnerable like a sparkling, he didn't flinch and stood tall and unmoving, shielding his shame behind the disgust he felt for his captor and tormentor Megatron. Even when he was thrown in a cell and chained to the wall in the most vulnerable and exposed posture possible, he didn't show fear nor did he surrender.
He will never bow to this monster… Never!
It was maybe two months after the Decepticons won the war and Megatron captured him and thrown him in this cell. Optimus had lost notion of time many weeks ago, the dark, cold and empty cell being his entire universe for now. It was hard to tell how much time had goes by as it was only punctuated by Megatron's visits. He came often, Optimus guessed it was at least once a day, but maybe some times he let him be for a couple of days, of even a week once… But that didn't matter. Every time the Tyrant will come here, it was either to torture or rape him, or both, and his dermaplates were now dirty, bruised, covered in dents and scraps, and a dull and lifeless glint shone in his optics. But this light was still showing high level of pride and strength. He wasn't broken yet, and will fight hard and long to avoid the fate Megatron had in store for him, and when the door open, it was a hard, unwavering glare that greeted the Decepticon Emperor.
"Still defiant, I see, Optimus… Well, all the better for me! I will just have to take more time to break you into the mold…"
Megatron laughed cruelly, standing in front of the chained and naked Autobot, glaring him down with lustful, hungry optics that made Optimus Prime cringed and shiver deep inside, and he screamed in his CPU, part of him already begging for it to stop, for Megatron to let him alone. But the strongest, more determined part of him, the part that joined with the Matrix, Would not break that easily. He locked optics with his Nemesis and captor and chuckled weakly, daring to defy him again and again. Megatron's expression darkens and he slapped his prisoner hard across the face, making his head hit the wall behind him, Optimus moaning in pain at that. But he slowly returned a calm and hating glare to his tormentor and said.
"You can't break me… I'm stronger than you ever was, Megatron. And I will always fight you!"
Megatron clenched his denta and, quick as a snake, grabbed Optimus' throat andlifted him from his crouched posture, making the bot gasped and pant. He slowly lowered pedes on the exposed port and plug, increasing the pressure until it was horribly painful, and Optimus whimpered and tried to get away from the crushing pedes. Megatron snarled in his face and squeezed just a little more, chocking the former Leader.
"You WILL break, insolent fool! I have many means to make you break down and soon, you'll be mine, body and Spark!"
Optimus couldn't help but nod frantically. Agreeing with Megatron,s words only to make him back off and released the pressure on his abused port and cable. Soon, the Decepticon Emperor released him and then lifted him to his pedes, unhooking the chain welded to the collar from the wall. He was dragged out of the cell and towards some sort of large room, more like an arena of sorts. In the middle was restrained Ironhide, his old friend and Weapon Specialist. As they entered, Optimus looked down and gasped, and Ironhide looked up to them, locking optics with his former Commander for a moment. He was obviously in pain, and traces of tortures were clearly visible on his frame, as naked and exposed as Optimus was. In the room, there was many other Decepticons, at least ten, and they were waiting for some sort of orders from Megatron.
"Look, Optimus, and see what your foolish stubbornness managed to get you." He leaned closer and whispered in the former Autobot Leader, cruel and sadistic. "Maybe, if you're strong enough to endure torture to yourself, you're pride will bent and broke when your men are submitted to my men's…attentions..."
"No…"
Optimus looked with helpless rage and sorrow as his former lieutenant was assaulted by the cons in the room, one after the other, taking and using him again and again. Optimus tried to reach for him, but he was heavily chained and Megatron had a firm and unbreakable hold on his 'leash', and after many hours of this horrible display, he finally broke up in tears and started to beg and plead for Ironhide to be released, to be left alone, and Megatron smirked triumphal as the stubbornly resistant Leader broke down in tears and pitiful whimpers and pleas.
"I don't think so, Optimus… I want to make sure you will never forget what happens to your men every time you decide to resist me for now on. Now look what you did to your soldier, slave!"
Soon, Ironhide was lying lifeless on the ground, his pained and cries and whimpers fading quickly into nothing as his body took the greyish shade of death, and his optics flickered a last time before offlining for good. The torn, abused and beaten body shuddered feebly a last time and then stopped moving. Optimus Prime was kneeling at Megatron's feet and tried to hide his face into his hands but every time he tried, they were wrenched away from his face and held behind his back by Megatron's hard and unforgiving clutches. As the horrific session ended, the Autobot leader was curled at his 'master' feet and keening in despair, frame wrecked with sobs and hard shivers of shock and fear.
Ironhide was deactivated and it was his fault… If he hadn't resisted so much, been so stubbornly proud and defiant, the old mech will still be alive, and wouldn't have to endure such a painful death…
He was taken back to his cell and chained to the wall again, and then Megatron did something that startled the bounded bot. He kissed his gently on the cheek, like if to comfort him. Optimus frowned and curled to get away from the deceptively kind touch. He didn't trust the Decepticon and this must be another psychological tactic to confuse and break him more. His other hand cupped his face and he strokes the lubricant strained cheek, wiping the tears away.
"There, there, Optimus, now you see what you got when you're a bad slave, huh? Shh, it's alright, I won't do this again if you behave and do as I say…"
"I…" Started the once strong and prideful Leader, and he choked on a sob. "I will obey you, Master…"
His tune was submissive and trembling, but not completely broken still. There was a hint of defiance lingering there at the way he said the last part. The Emperor of the Decepticon Empire smirked and thought that soon, even that glint will be extinguish. He was looking forward to it. After that, he took his sweet time to interface the now submissive bot and let him know how much he owned him. Body and Spark, now and forever.
And Optimus submitted, still haunted by the images of Ironhide's horrific end... His only thought being those…'My fault… It was my entire faults… mine…'
Times later…
Optimus was still holding on, even if he was more and more tempted at letting go, giving in to his captor, his master, so he would have a little peace at last. At the moment, he was curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell, as far as the chains would let him, starving after days without energon. This wasn't the first time he was left to starve for days or even a week, but it was always painful and weakening him much. So for the moment, he was unmoving, keeping his energy as much as he could, when the door opened.
He weakly lifted his helm from the ground to see Megatron come in, a smug and a little frightening smirk on his faceplates. He had an energon cube in his hands and knelt beside the curled and unmoving Autobot, taking his helm and coaxing him to drink the fuel. Optimus was so hungry he didn't even protest and drank it all. After he was done, Megatron yanked the bot up and held him by the chains he was wearing.
"Come. I have something else to show you. Your defiance is starting to unnerve me, Slave! Remember that, by your stubbornness, YOU brought this to yourself!"
Again, the former Leader was led to a room were another of his former lieutenants was held prisoner. Prowl was chained to a pole in the middle of the large room, filled with horrible and unfriendly instruments. The tactician looked like scrap, plating striped, dermaplating burned, dented, and scrapped, even skin off at places. He had been tortured, and badly, but was still alive… for now…
He looked up at the mech that entered the room and shot his former leader a look, pleading and pained, as if begging him to let him die.
"Prowl…" Said Optimus as he reached with a servo to try to touch hie former lieutenant. "I am sorry…"
He let his servo fall back down as he was chocked by Megatron pulling on the chain around his throat. The black and white mech wanted to say something but only static came out of his vocaliser. It was broken… Optimus, still weak for the starvation, fell to his knees and couldn't help but let out a sorrowful and pained sob. This was so unfair… All was unfair and he wanted to let go, to give in and let Megatron do as he wanted with him. It sounded much better than the constant torture, both physical and psychological; he had to endure for… How long? A human year at least he thought.
And this was his fault again, all was his fault, he wasn't strong enough to stop Megatron when he had the chance, to avoid him taking control over Earth and Cybertron… Or to kill Ironhide… and now Prowl… And probably many others… What happens to his men after he was captured he had no idea. Maybe some were still alive and enslaved. Megatron pulled him back to reality when he spoke again.
"You are here to witness the execution of that Autobot traitor, Optimus Prime! He tried to start a slave rebellion in the mines and failed. He was taught a lesson and now, like all traitors, he has to die. Or…" he then locked optics with his reluctant slave, taking his chin under his thumb and forefinger. "I may spare him if you bow down to me and accept you fate, Optimus! It is in the natural order of things that the defeated faction his enslaved by the winners, Slave! Accept it right here and now and I can spare this miserable slave's life…"
Optimus was at a turning point. He could either continues to be defiant and refused his destiny, his fate as Megatron's slave, and witness another Autobot's deactivation, or he could accept it and get a far better way of life and save Prowl's life in the process, even as Megatron's personal little pet. He stayed silent a long moment and then, all of a sudden, something broke deep inside. Why fighting? What was the point now that the war was over and Earth and Cybertron enslaved? It would be far easier to give in and let Megatron think for him, now… He wouldn't have to send any bot to a certain death, nor would he have another death on his conscience.
His last speck of pride and stubborn defiance washed away at this moment, and he nodded tiredly, weakly, falling to his knees at Megatron's pedes.
"I surrender, Megatron. You can do with me as you please. I am yours to command, Master…"
He bowed down until his forehead touch the floor in front of his Master, taking the most submissive, vulnerable posture he can achieve to make him know that he was indeed serious. Megatron burst out laughing. Finally, he won! He won the stubborn, headstrong and prideful Prime! He now has him cowering and bowing submissively at his pedes! He let out a deep and lustful purr, the display turning him on something hard.
But he had other things to do before he takes advantages on the bot bowing at his pedes. He leaned down and petted his slave's head gently and Optimus shivered slightly, sighing in relief.
"Good… Very good, my pet! You will be rewarded for this, I promise…But for now, I still have to deal with a disobedient slave who likes to stir rebellions."
He turned to Prowl and, as swift as lightning, he cut the mech's throat with a sharp blade that materialise into his hand. The tactician gasped, and his mouth shoot wide open but no sounds came out of it as his throat spilled large amounts of oil and energon, his main line cut by the sharp edge of the blade. Soon, he stopped moving and his head rested on his chest, covered in his own energon and oil from the neck to toe. He took the greyish shade of death and his optics offlined as a last sigh left his intakes. Optimus had rose to his pedes and his mouth shot open, optics wide with surprise and shock. He tried to get up but the chains and his still weak body didn't want to cooperate and he fell to his face, sobbing and screaming out incoherent words.
Megatron lied to him to get him to surrender… he said he wouldn't kill Prowl if he did as he said but he did anyway… he played the broken, unstable bot for a fool and Optimus took the bait, jumping like the weak and stupid foool he was, only to spare himself some more suffering… He wasn't worth the title of Prime anymore. He was a failure, the greatest failure in the known universe. It was a fitting fate for a failure like him to be megatron's bitch, his little pet to play with as he pleased…
It was the last line, and it popped like overinflated balloon, letting a wreck of sobbing and blabbering mech curled in the floor at the Emperor's pedes. Megatron lifted an optic ridge at the display and knew he had won, completely and without question this time. He chuckled; happy with the result he got, and took the mech in his arms. It was time for him to be reprogrammed to serve his purpose better…
Optimus felt that he was lifted and carried to another room, and then gently laid on a berth, before connections were made to his CPU. Some programs were removed; other modified and other were added to fit what Megatron had in mind for him. He heard sounds and felt strange and sometime painful feelings wash through him, but it was finally over and he was unhooked, and rebooted. He slowly sat up and his optics fell into Megatron standing next to the berth with Soundwave. Strangely, he felt a warm feeling in his circuits when he saw his Master and he unconsciously took a seductive posture, leaning on his elbows, chest arched forward and tights slightly parted. He locked optics with his Master and saw the hungry and lusfult look in the other bot's optics, and this made him even more aroused and hot. He couldn,t completely understand what was going on but this must have something to do with the new programming.
"Master…" he purred sensually, parting his tights a bit more. "How may I serve you...?"
Megatron licked his lips at this wonderful sight and got closer, capturing his pet's lips in a heated kiss. Optimus felt himself answer in kind and enjoying the feelings he was got from this activity. He didn't flinched because it felt like normal, not weird at all. Soon, Megatron thanked Soundwave for a job well done and pulled the slave to his quarters, wanting to enjoy him fully. And enjoying him he did, for hours, making the slave scream and moan and write under his touches and attentions, until in the end, as they were entangled, Megatron pumping hardly and quickly into his pet's tight port, their chestplate parted. Megatron lowered himself so they could merge together and he impregnated the former Autobot leader with triplets.
Later, the slave was led to the Emperor harem by Megatron himself and he was introduced to the other occupant of the room, Starscream. If he was surprised, Optimus didn't let it show on his features. He listened as Megatron gave him instructions and orders, and then left the room. And then he discovered hoe much the seeker was feeling lonely and slightly crazy as he had been alone in there for so long.
As he lay next to his winged lover, and fellow slave, Optimus thought than, in the end, that wasn't so bad to be Megatron's slave…
Vorns later…
Three vorns had gone by since the end of the war, and megatron was noe Emperor of much more than only Earth and Cybertron, as he took control over no less than ten other worlds. Optimus prime was carrying again, and just managed a couple of days ago, to repel an attack toward himself and his two fellow slaves, Bumblebee and Starscream. The intruder was captured and dealt with and Megatron rewarded him for a job well done, because he took the intruder at bay until competent forces could deal with the little traitor.
Optimus was resting on the berth as he was heavily pregnant, and a couple of days from delivery. He strokes his swollen abdomen lovingly and was reading an entertainement datapad, an Earth novel by the title of 'Lord of the Rings'. He found it interesting and it had many similarities with the situations the Autobot and Decepticons were in some Vorns ago. But soon, pain shot through him and he had to put the book down and he hugged himself. Starscream, whom was laying there with him, stroking lazy circles over his chassis, got up and called the med bay. Optimus was going to give birth to his sparklings right now!
Hook and ratchet got there and took the pregnant and now about to give birth bot to med bay, laying him in a birthing berth and preparing the bot for the delivery. Hours later, Optimus was exhausted but the torment was coming to an end.
"Yes, you are ready. Now push!"
Hook was ready to retrieve the first sparkling when he finally came out, a beautiful femme gun-former looking exactly like her father-creator. She was grey and black, with red trims on the legs and arms. And she was wailing loudly as soon as she was out! Optimus took her when Hook give the infant to him and cradled her close.
"Deathstrike, this is your name… You are so beautiful, little one…"
He kissed her helm and femme calmed down, cooing and chirping, looking with curiosity at her mother-creator. Soon, Hook took the sparkling and laid her back down in her crib. Optimus was pushing again, getting the second one out with three hard pushes. This one was a mech, and a racer car, tiny and sleek. He was red with blue trims. He was agitated and wailing, shrieking in audio-piercing way. Optimus cradled this one too and saw his dark grey faceplates, crunched in discomfort. But soon, he calmed down and settled for happy clicks and chirps, grabbing his mommy's digit.
"You are like a vivid, red flame, little one… yes, that is your name, Redflame!"
The third sparkling soon came, after Hook settled the second in his crib, and Optimus could see that it was another mech, a big shuttle mech, a little like Skyfire in design. He was mostly blue and silver, with red trims. And his faceplates were red too. He had blue optics, the only one of the three to have blue optics. He was way calmer than the two other too, and cried only a little, before he was placed in Optimus's servos. He looked up at his mommy in awe and chirped softly, tilting his little helm.
"What a calm little sparkling… And those blue optics… I will call you Azurewind…"
After a moment more, Hook took the infant and laid him in his crib, still very calm and quiet, and the Megatron came in to see and decided of the infants' fate. He first got to Azurewind and the sparkling cooed and clicked interrogatively at him, curious and calm. Megatron examined him and smiled down at the little mech when he grabbed his digit tightly. He decided to send this one to the Slave Nursing Unit. Optimus sighed and nodded, it was a good choice. The second to be picked was Redflame, and the sparkling clicked and chirped quickly and happily as he was picked up and cradled. Megatron had a little smile for this one too but he faded when he was bitten, not too hard but playfully, by the infant. Feisty little one, huh? He sent him the Decepticon Nursing unit and examined his digit, seeing bite marks there. He chuckled and got to the last crib, the one with Deathstrike in. The femme growled and hissed at her father when she was picked, fiery red optics glaring at him from a face almost identical to his own. She looked very much like him, color and built. And she had guts and a temper. Perfect little candidate for the Special Nursing Unit!
He then got to his slave's side and looked down at Optimus, the slave looking up at him from the berth. He put a servo on his shoulder and squeezed tightly, smiling gently at him.
"You did a perfect job as ever, my pet. Those sparklings are beautiful and perfect in every ways…"
He leaned down and kissed his little pet's lips for a moment, before getting out of the room, the sparkling already removed to their respective nurseries. Optimus sighed, knowing that he would never see them again, and it made him sad like every times he gave birth in the past. He lost count of the amount of times he did this, but it must be at least a hundred times…
It didn't ease the pain for the lost sparklings he and Starscream produced once and that Megatron deactivated upon birth though… But it was part of the game. Part of his duty and his life as Megatron's slave. He couldn't let himself get attached to any of the sparkling he was made to carry over the years; he learned that lesson painfully, both physically and psychologically, at that unfortunate time. Those poor Sparks that never had time to live… Starscream never got over the loss of those sparklings, the poor thing. But now he was better and could smile and laugh again at times. Optimus hoped that he would never have to endure the pain caused by his sparklings deactivation…
He fell into recharge with this thought, exhausted but happy that his sparklings were alive and that he pleased his master.
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