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**Insanity part 1**

**Domination ** written by StSE, Universe G1

**Note** couldn’t believe that no one’s written a Starscream or Megatron clone. So even though they aren’t necessarily my favs, I decided to write a chapter…

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Angie was an angry woman deep down inside. Yes, she seemed like a wonderfully punctual and quiet person to those around her. The mask she wore in public was a mask of perfection. A mask she’d created for herself many, many years ago. An effort to hide her true torment, the truth of her agonized existence during her youth… Those nights she’d crawl into a closet after he’d used her again. His purrs of his wonderful little daughter whore still ringing in her ears. She’d curl into a ball in the tight, dark confines of that closet. Covering her ears with her hands as she silently wept…

He’d died one night.. That blissful night.. Pleading weakly to her to call the cops as he sagged to his knees and blacked out.. Coldly, Angie had gone to her room. Gone to bed and slept soundly for the first time in her almost eighteen years. The peace of knowing that the bastard would most likely be cold and blue in the morning filled her.

She’d called 911 the next morning. Her tears perfectly played, her mourning perfectly choreographed. No one suspected foul play. No one even questioned. For after treatment facility after treatment facility – the bastard’s rampant drug use was well documented. It made perfect sense that he’d gone off the wagon once again, only this time he had OD’d. Granted, he’d not meant to OD. But that coffee cup with the laced drink had simply been washed of the evidence. Kind hearted accountants and life insurance agents had taken care of all the arrangements for her. And two days after his death, she was eighteen. A young heiress of millions..

Yes, she thought it would all be over for her upon his death. But the inner torment forever haunted her. She never could trust a man. Never could quite get over the damage that she thought she could never admit to anyone. Oh yes, she enjoyed a man’s touch every now and then. But a relationship.. No.. That required a trust that she could never give.

With her wealth, she never had to work. So she tried out anything and everything that seemed interesting. Eventually, she got into Motocross. Burning the women’s circuit across the nation! She lived in high gear. Going from event-to-event.. Traveling to race – racing to travel… And that’s when she first met HIM..

He was gorgeous! His ripped muscles bulging as he unloaded his cycles.. His hazel eyes beautiful and warm.. His personality slightly cocky, but filled with humor.. And he always, always, congratulated everyone that won. Even if they’d dared to beat him – the champion! Yes, she’d met the one man she could love, the one man she could trust.. And it wasn’t his good looks, popularity, or incredible wealth that drew her to him like a bee to honey – it was the fact he was gay.

They hung out together when they ended up on the same course. Sometimes even slept in the same bed, when they both got drunk and passed out. But it was the perfect friendship. Not even his ‘husband’ was bothered. For Angie had finally confided to him one night… Finally told another human being of her torment… And he and Sam had understood. They had welcomed her into their lives. Given her at least the emotional love she’d never felt – both parties understanding that the other would never want anything more.

But Daniel had introduced her to a new being. To a new idea that was becoming an overwhelming urge each and every day. He had introduced her to Speed racer. And to be honest, Angie had become quite smitten. No, she wasn’t smitten with the yellow clone himself. She was smitten with the very idea that her money could buy her what she so desperately wanted! Clones that she could control, that she could trust..

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“Starscream activate, owner code 52430-Z-5566-TDI,” Angie said as she closed the access panel on the back of his helm, and went over the other opened crate.

The clone activated, standing up, he stepped out of the crate as his optics brightened to red. He cocked his head to the left and right, linkages popping as they stretched. The sound of moving servos could be heard as he extended his wings and locked them into place. “Model 52430-Z-5566-TDI activated, registered owner Angie Moore,” he stated as his optics began to focus. The movement of the woman caught them and he began to track her with them even as he stood still.

She looked up from her work opening the access panel on the second clone. Meeting his watching optics, she smiled. “Your name shall be Scream,” she said. Nodding towards the couch, she added; “Go, have a seat and relax.”

So his designation was ‘Scream’? The clone thought. He logged that into his working meta, just as he logged in his master’s appearance and voice patterns. Turning, he followed her order and went to the black leather couch. Stiffly, he sat down. He really didn’t want to, since he’d been sitting curled up in that crate so long! His last glimpse of light was at the humans’ distribution warehouse, where they’d briefly opened his crate to load the program upgrades directly into his meta processor. But they’d only uncovered his head there. His chassis had still been curled up tightly in the damned crate.

He watched the red haired woman with interest as she initiated the sequences to activate the second clone. So he’d not be alone in this home of his? He mused on that a bit. Perhaps he and the other clone would become ‘friends’? Yes, that would be a good thing.

“Megatron activate, owner code 52430-Z-4355-TDI,” Angie said as she closed the access panel on the back of the gray helm. She walked towards him then, her eyes roving over his white and red chassis as she approached. Scream raised his chin, keeping his optics locked on her green eyes as she sat down next to him. But then she turned her eyes away, watching the other clone as he stood and stretched.

“Model 52430-Z-4355-TDI activated, registered owner – Angie Moore,” the gray clone said as he stepped out of the crate. His optics brightened to a ruby red as he fully activated them. Scanning the room, he settled them on the pair sitting on the couch.

Angie stretched a bit, leaning against Scream. She smiled seductively as she studied the waiting gray clone. She had chosen this pair, because she knew from the news reports that the mechs they were cloned from were the leaders of the Decepticons. They were brutal leaders, which would make it even more pleasurable for her to own their clones. She’d even seen some battles where it was obvious that the two didn’t like each other much. Yes, an even sweeter fact..

“Your name shall be Tron,” she purred to him. Her hand drifted down to the Seeker’s thigh armor. They belonged to her, she didn’t need any pleasantries. She didn’t need to worry if they liked her or not. A wave of emotion flowed over her. A feeling of total freedom from the constraints of human propriety!

Sensations flew through Scream at the touch of her hand. His base programming initiating activation of his interface networks, the data set deciphering her actions as those of an interested human. He trembled as her back ground slightly against his sensitive wing networks. His entire meta lighting up with pleasure sensations.

Tron did not move as he logged in his new designation into his active memory. He easily noticed the actions of the woman’s fingers on the leg armor of the flyer clone. His programs identified the actions as those of an interested human - just as Scream’s had. He cocked his head in curiosity as he studied the red and white clone. It was obvious that they were owned by the same master. So they would be functioning as some kind of team, he assumed. But something about the red and white clone irked him. Something he just couldn’t quite explain.

Angie stood up, her body feeling so light, so energized! She had two clones. Two clones all to herself. To do her bidding… Make every dark fantasy of hers a reality.. She felt the wetness between her legs. Knew that her first fantasy would be so sweet.. So sensual..

“Stand up Scream, and both of you, follow me,” she purred as she walked to the door.

Giving each other an appraising look, the two clones obediently fell in behind their master. Both scanned their surroundings intently as they went. Both locked the incoming data in their active memory – just as they were programmed too.

She led them up some stairs. The expansive entry way of the mansion fell away below them. Down several halls and through some doors she led, until they came to her favorite room. Her room that she’d had remodeled just to play out her fantasies with her clones.

The two clones scanned the dark gothic interior of the room as she closed the doors behind them. “Go ahead and explore the toys my boys,” she purred as she walked through a door to another chamber in order to change.

Scream walked up to a framework with chains and shackles hanging down, fingering the cold steel with his fingertips. “Interesting,” he said, his high pitched male voice almost seeming to echo slightly around the room.

Tron strolled over to a long chest. Flipping it open, he reached down inside it. Pulling out a long, curled up bullwhip, he studied it as he slowly unrolled it. His data files identified it and its uses as he enjoyed the feel of the supple leather sliding over his fingertips. “Yes, some ‘fun’ toys,” he replied as he glanced over at the red clone. Something inside him urged him to hit the clone. Make him scream. Make him hurt. But he didn’t know why. The clone hadn’t done anything to him – had he?

For some reason Scream felt that he should be wary of the gray clone. A deep set emotional response to the way Tron was scanning him with his crimson optics. But why did he feel threatened? The red clone wondered. Tron hadn’t done anything to him – had he? But even as he walked over to a black drawer and began to look through the items in the drawers, he felt a strange tingling sensation go over his nets.

Angie came back in then. She was now dressed in a black leather bikini. With spiked leather loops around her wrists, neck and ankles.. Her eyes first fell on Tron, who was playfully trying to make the bullwhip ‘crack’ as his memory files told him it should. She strolled over to him, curling herself against his chest even as she took the whip out of his hand. “You do it like this,” she purred as she cracked the whip. Her eyes caught the slight jump from the red clone in reaction to the unexpected sound.

Tron had his head next to hers, his chassis up against her back from her taking his whip. Sensations coursed through his networks as the woman’s almost naked buttocks rubbed against his codpiece. He reached forward, to touch the whip, his other hand curling around her, pressing her tighter against him as his programming directed him to. “Show me again,” he asked, his optics locked on her actions.

She flicked it again, almost touching Scream’s armor with the end of it. Her smile deepened as the red clone jumped back slightly, his optics locked on her. “Keep your wrist joint very loose, and then snap it hard,” she purred as she did it again. This time the tip of it actually stroked Scream’s sensitive wing. Licking him like a serpent lover…

He yelped and fell back, fear in his bright optics. He looked from Angie to Tron and back again, his entire chassis shivering in his building confusion. Why was his master smiling as she gave him pain sensation? Why did Tron have that look in his optics as he watched? “M.. Master?” he stammered as he shrank back. Her green eyes had a strange gleam in them as they watched him. Almost like a predator watching its prey.

“Come here Scream. Crawl to me,” she purred. She shivered as Tron ground his pelvic armor against her ass, as his hand wrapped around her waist. His fingers spread against her lower abdomen, almost touching her barely concealed pubic hair there, keeping her tight against him. “Like this,” she purred again to Tron as she flicked the whip. Its tip licking along the back of the Seeker clone crawling towards them.

He yelped again as the tip snapped against his sensitive wings. But he did not stop his forward crawl. She had ordered him to crawl, therefore he had to continue. But he whimpered as the whip flipped against him again and again. “M… Master, it hurts,” he yelped as she landed a rather direct strike. The end of the bullwhip going over his aft, curling under between his legs, and striking on the front of his codpiece. The knife of pain searing through his networks…

“Hmmmmm, but pain is part of pleasure, both of you shall learn this. Learn to love this,” she purred as she ground her ass into the clone behind her, his gasp music to her ears.

“Pain,” Tron whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck. For some reason the idea that pain could come with pleasure excited him. The sound of the other clone’s yelps and whimpers seemed almost musical to his audios. His chassis trembled in anticipation of each of his master’s strikes against that red fuselage.

Scream got to her feet, and huddled there, looking up with anxious optics. He didn’t understand this game. It was not part of his core programming. He was supposed to give his master pleasure - to experience pleasure himself as he did so… But she was saying that his pain gave her pleasure? Was this what she meant? “My pain, gives you pleasure master?” he whimpered.

She wrapped the bullwhip around his neck, forcing him to stand. She ran her fingers down his trembling frame. The anxiety in his optics was like eating a box of delectable chocolates… Her fingers traced his lips, his optics, his handsome jaw line. Yes, of the two, he was the better looking one. And his voice.. His voice made such delicious whimpers.. “Yes, Scream it does. And here’s a little reward for doing well,” she purred as she took his lips.

His engines increased their flow as her wonderful tongue slipped past his shivering lips. He wanted to melt into her. Fall into her arms like a mass of jello. But he felt the gray clone’s hand on her crotch as Scream pressed his chassis against her. Almost like Tron was keeping them somehow separated. His optics met Tron’s as Angie explored the depths of his virgin mouth. Tron’s smirk seemed dangerous, almost predatory, as the gray clone glanced at him while he nibbled on the back of their master’s neck. Scream trembled, as much from Angie’s kiss – as from his innate fear of Tron.

She released his lips, keeping him tight against her with the bullwhip looped around his neck. She sensed his fear of Tron. A wariness that coursed light an electrical current between the two clones. It reminded her of what she’d seen on the news footage of the two real mechs. Perhaps their clones had received some of this natural animosity for each other? She licked her lips at the mere thought of that. For that was the main reason she had purchased these two models..

“Tron, go stand under the chains,” she ordered. Then she enjoyed another deep kiss with the red clone she held captive. She felt the cold air dance across her back as the gray clone moved to obey her. But the heat was building in the red clone as he shuddered under her fingertips. Helpless as she explored his chassis at will. She could hear him moaning even as they kissed, his entire air frame beginning to emit a strange, but sensual, hum..

“Hold this,” she ordered as she uncurled the bullwhip from around Scream’s neck and laid it in his trembling hands. Moving away from him, she strolled up to the gray clone. “Hold your arms up,” she directed. Smiling as the clone did so, without argument – or even a questioning look. She snapped the shackles around his wrists. Going around to the side of the heavy iron frame, she secured the end of the chains.

Tron looked up, wiggling his wrists slightly, the chains rattling from his movements. He was secured, helpless, unable to do anything but stand there. He shifted his gaze to the red clone. Who was standing there fumbling with the bullwhip. He narrowed his optics slightly as a brief memory echo rolled by his meta. So brief that he couldn’t truly see what it was, but it left in its wake a sense that he was in the wrong position. That it was the red clone who should be standing, chained and helpless, in front of him!

Angie went over to Scream, curling herself into him just as she had done with Tron, she grabbed the whip and raised it. “This is how you flick it…” she purred as she began to teach him how to use it. But her strikes hitting the gray armor were much stronger, much more sure. “Let’s see how loud he can scream,” she whispered - But making sure that Tron could hear her every word.

Tron jerked as the tip struck him again-and-again. Like a hundred snake bites striking him hard. Throwing his head back, he screamed and gasped with each hit. His fingers clenching and unclenching as he writhed under her onslaught. “AKKKKKKKKKK!” he shrieked in agony as she tagged a direct hit on his codpiece. His activated bonding networks beneath reacting violently. Trying to overwhelm his meta with data impulses. He staggered under the whip. “AAAAASSSSTTTTTT,” he hissed as she struck his overly sensitive interface region again.

He heard her and the red clone chuckling as she continued to strike him. The red clone was grinding against her from behind, one hand up and caressing a breast, the other hand now under her bikini bottoms. Those gray fingers disappearing inside her flesh port. Pulsing with each movement of her whipping arm.. The woman threw her head back, her red hair tumbling over the red clone’s intake. She moaned to Tron’s screams. Moaned in pleasure at his pain…

Finally, she stopped. Pushing the red clone off of her, she came up to Tron. She lifted his chin, smiled as he gasped to cool down his overheated systems. Then her fingers danced along his armor, caressing, exploring… He staggered to stand straight, the chains rattling as he did so. He moaned as her touches excited his networks again. His ports beginning to ache with want, even as his cable pushed against its closed panel.. “You’ve done well Tron,” she purred as she took his lips. Her soft tongue exploring him.. Tasting the metallic flavor of his artificial saliva.. His chassis began to hum just as Scream’s had. Her fingers causing him to tremble in pleasure as she caressed the interior of his cannon. Dipping inside him there.. Stroking him…

She pulled away and unhooked the shackles. “Come Scream, it’s your turn,” she commanded. Her green eyes bright with that strange fire again.

Tron moved to the side as Scream took his place. Their optic briefly locked, both clones still not quite understanding the emotions they seemed to feel towards each other. Tron felt a strange lust fill him as Angie clamped the shackles around the red clone’s wrists. Yes, this was how it was supposed to be! With him free, and the other clone shackled! He licked his lips as he enjoyed the sensation of lust that rolled through him.

“Shackle his legs,” Sharon ordered. She reached her hand between Scream’s legs as she said it. “Open your ports Scream,” she whispered in a lust-filled voice as she took his lips.

Scream whimpered slightly as he felt Tron locking the shackles around his legs. Somehow, it seemed he had been in this position before. But how could that be? He was newly activated! But yet, the gray clone’s touch seemed so familiar. So sickly familiar. But he opened his mouth and his ports to his master. Trembling as he felt her fingers slide into his virgin valves. His chassis began to hum as she pumped her fingers in and out of his two ports. His lubricant beginning to drip as his desire mounted.

Tron smirked as he secured the red clone’s legs. He didn’t know why it felt so good to see his fellow clone totally helpless, but it did. Standing up, he watched his master as her fingers disappeared inside the red clone for a few moments. But then he remembered that Scream had felt her depths. The grey clone licked his lips. Want filled him. Want to know what the red clone had felt. Gently, he reached out and touched the woman’s back. Running his hand down lower and lower…

She did not tell him to stop; in fact, she spread her legs slightly as if begging him to continue – even as she stayed locked with Scream in their kiss, her fingers working in and out of the shuddering clone’s ports. Tron unhooked the sides of her leather bottoms, the garment falling down to the floor. Kneeling down behind her, he stroked the insides of her thighs, slowly moving his fingers upward.. Grazing her soft curly red hair… Probing gently into the strange, soft, wetness of an organic port..

She spread her legs further, her body trembling as he added a second finger to his first. Tron watching his fingers disappearing inside her with fascination.. Glancing at her hands, he saw that she was copying his actions on the captive clone’s open ports. The hum coming from the shuddering clone told the gray clone that Scream was enjoying the invasion of their master’s fingers.

But Tron knew that Scream had been the first to explore her port. For some reason this bothered him slightly. But then a thought rolled over his meta. Perhaps he’d get the first taste? Yes, he’d taste her before the red clone! Spreading her buttocks with his hands, he licked his glossa against her port entrance. Savoring the fact that he got the first taste, almost as much as the taste itself… He dove his glossa inside her, enjoying the fact he’d caused her to pull her lips off of Scream’s, and moan in ecstasy..

For a length of time they stayed like this. Angie explored Scream’s ports as he stood chained, helpless and open to her. While Tron explored what he wanted to on her. But then she withdrew her fingers from Scream, and stepped away from Tron.

“Tron, activate bonding cable,” she ordered.

Tron stood up, and with a confident gleam in his optics, he opened his cable covering and let his cable roll out. “Dimensions?” he asked.

She considered this for a moment. For some reason her eyes straying to Scream. “seven long, three wide,” she said.

His hydraulic pumps whined slightly as he redirected some of his fluid. His cable lengthening and widening to her specifications… But then he gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him firmly. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHH,” he moaned as he arched his chassis slightly. His optics glancing briefly over at the watching clone, savoring the fact that it was him, Tron, that Angie had first asked. She took his lips as she stroked him. Tron diving into the strange organic depths of her human mouth with his glossa…

She pulled away from him then. “Rape him,” she ordered as she nodded towards the chained clone.

Tron cocked his head, looking at her in shock. “We are programmed to only interface with humans,” he stated.

She ran her hands over his chassis, causing shivers to course through his nets again. “You are programmed to please us, yes?” she purred.

“Yes,” Tron replied, as did Scream.

“Then it would please me to see you ram this shaft into his forward port from behind,” she purred as she licked her lips.

“But…” they both stammered.

“That’s an order,” she said in a very dangerous tone.

Tron and Scream locked optics as Tron moved to obey her. But Scream struggled against the chains. “But master, this isn’t our programming!” he shrieked, yelping as he felt Tron’s fingers entering him. Sliding in-and-out to get the lubricant to put on his ready shaft..

Angie pulled up a chair, and sat down, sinking her own fingers inside her as she watched. “Oh, I know, but you’ll like it Scream. You’ll like it as much as Tron,” she purred.

He jerked against his bonds as he felt the hardness of that non-living cable against his aft. It was wrong! His programming screamed to him! He was supposed to feel a living cock against him. Human flesh – not another clone! “P….Please … Please master.. My programming…” he whimpered.

“Get over it. If this is what she desires, we do it!” Tron snarled as he bit Scream’s neck. His dental plates sank in slightly on the thin metal of his living skin. For some reason, his systems were highly aroused by this power over another mech. True, it wasn’t in his programming, but it felt so right to have this red clone trembling against him. Whimpering at his domination…

“AAAKKKKKKKKK!” Scream screamed as he felt the sharp thrust upward. Of the rubber shaft of the gray clone’s cable invading him like a hot blade into his virgin port. He writhed in his chains, as his entire chassis shuddered.

“Stop when you’re all the way in,” Angie ordered. She pulled out a silver vibrator and began to insert it within her as she watched.

Tron stopped as his hips locked tight against the trembling red clone’s. “You know, this does feel good!” he purred in the gasping clone’s audio. Scream’s valve was so tight.. So slick.. So warm..

“P… P…leeeeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee nooooooooo,” Scream whimpered.

“Move just slightly in-and-out Tron, loosen him up,” Angie ordered as she did the same with the vibrator on herself.

Tron bit down again on the back of his neck. Moving his hips just slightly, following Angie’s orders. His engine began to revve. That tight lubricated valve felt so, so good. He ran one of his hands up along Scream’s wing, rubbing those sensitive nets..

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOhHHHHHHHH,” the red clone’s screams were becoming more like moans now… His valve loosening up as he began to relax… The pleasure signals coming from his internal port sensors registering the strange sensation of the other clone’s cable as more pleasure than pain now.

“Increase dimensions to eight inch length by four inch width,” Angie ordered Tron. Her eyes locked with his optics, seeing that lust to create pain within him. “Make him scream,” she purred.

Tron smirked as he increased the pressure within his cable. The red clone screaming as his valve was painfully forced to accept the bigger dimensions. He began to do longer strokes into the writhing, helpless clone. The other’s pain, adding to his own desire…

“AKKKKKKKKK, PLLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAASSSEEEE… SSSTTOOOOPPPPP!” Screamed gasped in pain as his valve ached with the force of Tron’s thrusts. The bigger dimensions of the cable thrusting into him, stretching him… Penetrating him so deep….

The gray clone bit down hard on the back of an intake, growling as he thrust into the virgin port. Nearing the over load point – just a few more strokes left…

“Stop, stay inside him,” Angie ordered as she stood up.

Tron grunted as he stopped. “So close,” he gasped, hanging onto the trembling frame of the clone his cable was inside for support.

“Thhhhhaaaaannnnnkkkk yyyoouuuuu maaaasssttttter,” Scream whimpered as he gasped. The intense sensation of the thick cable within his now sore valve flowing through him with every intake of air…

“Move slowly again Tron,” Angie ordered as she took Scream’s lips.

He jerked as the gray clone began to move again. But his whimpers were now muffled by her lips. Mineral oil tears began to stream down his cheeks. But the pain was becoming more pleasurable as his valve stretched and relaxed. More and more pleasurable, even though it was so, so wrong! Scream trembled as Tron bit the back of his other intake. The pain now mixed with the pleasure sensations that he was experiencing.

“Activate your cable, eight inch length by four inch circumference,” Angie purred as she released his lips. “Give him harder thrusts Tron,” she told the gray clone.

Scream tensed as he felt Tron thrust harder into him. But it felt – good – now! He moaned as he activated his own cable. His chassis jerking as Tron pounded into him, his port producing so much excess lubricant to protect him that it began to drip down the insides of his thighs. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” he moaned as Angie’s hand surrounded his pressurizing cable. The sensation of a human’s touch sending sparks of pleasure sensation screaming through his networks. THIS was what he was designed for, programmed for!

He shuddered in ecstasy as she placed a foot up on his thigh armor and began to tease her wet pussy with his now lubricated cable. She twisted her upper body around him. The leather of her bikini top brushing his wing, which caused him to tremble with want… He wanted as Tron released his dental plates from their grip on his intake and took Angie’s lips. A slight emotion of jealousy rolling through the red Seeker as the two kissed passionately while using him for their pleasure. Tron’s cable mercilessly drove in-and-out of his aching valve, just as Angie slowly impaled herself on his cable. The tight wetness of her pussy as it swallowed his shaft, made waves of pleasure howl through his meta. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Scream moaned as the pleasure from his cable sensors began to override the pain that his port sensors were registering.

“You love Tron’s cock in you. You love it!” Angie growled as she released the gray clone’s lips.

Tron’s optics gleamed as he heard her words. Yes, this dominating of another clone felt so good. So freagin’ good! He could almost look past the fact that the red clone got to thrust his cable into their master first. Almost… Without her order, he added a bit more pressure to his cable. Something inside him urging him to hurt the red clone.. Punish him for having his cable inside that organic port.. “Yes, you love it. You’re so slick. I can tell you love it. Scream for me Scream. SCREAM!” Tron growled. His optics locked with those green eyes of his master, seeing the same lust for domination. The same desire to enjoy another’s pain.

Tears streamed down Scream’s face. He knew that Tron had increased his pressure, increased his cable’s dimensions. Fire seared through him as the gray clone continued to drive his shaft into him. But Angie’s pussy felt so good. So, so damned good! She began to slide up-and-down, moaning in abandon as she enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. The pleasure from what she was doing blended in a strange kaleidoscope of sensation with what Tron was doing. Was this what pleasure was? Scream thought. A strange blend of confusing signals that seemed to conflict – but yet did not? “I…. I… Love it!” he stammered as he gasped.

“Scream our names. Scream how much you want it,” Angie snarled. Her movements increasing as she approached her own climax. Sweat formed on her back, the droplets slowly beginning to descend… Her body beginning to tremble…

“TTTRRROOOOOOONNNNNN! AAAAANNNNNNNGGGIIIIEEEEE! FASTER! FASTER!” the trembling red clone screamed. His chassis began to shake. The intensity of the signals beginning to initiate the shutdown sequences…

Hearing his name screamed, Tron gripped Scream’s wings in a painful grasp. Slamming his hips against him faster and faster… “Sccccrrrrrreeeeeaaaammmmm,” he purred as he thrust a few more times, sagging against the helpless red clone as he began to shut down.

Waves of muscle contractions squeezed his cable as Angie climaxed. The woman pressed against him, biting down on the front of his intake as her glistening body shook with the spasms of her orgasm. This took Scream over the edge. With a final scream of his master’s name, his meta fell into the blissful blackness of sensory overload.

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“Mmmmmmmm, you two are so good,” Angie purred as she lay between them. Keeping her arm around Tron’s shoulders, she moved her other from around Scream and changed the channel. Yes, her two clones were perfect! The gray one was a natural dominator, the type that turned her on with his control, his power – because she controlled HIM. The gorgeous red one was the perfect whore. The type that should be forced… The one that would understand her.. Know what it meant to get pleasure from pain…

Scream snuggled tighter against the naked body of his master. His wings retracted so that he could lie on his side and set his helm against her shoulder. He looked across her soft breasts, his optics meeting those of Tron. Those crimson optics had a hungry expression in them, as if the gray clone had enjoyed the forced bonding far more than he should’ve. Scream cringed a bit. Somehow knowing that Tron was now dominant over him.. That Tron would control him..

Tron stretched his chassis against his master, his optics drifting over her, meeting those of the red clone. Yes, even though he had to share his master, life would be good. For his master saw his true temperament it seemed. He wanted to control.. And she had given him the clone and the means to control that clone.. Yes, they weren’t programmed to bond with each other like that. But Angie had taught him just how good a port felt around his cable. How good a trembling clone against his armor felt.. How delectable those screams of pain were.. He smiled at Scream.. Oh, how he would enjoy that red clone…

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**Note** I struggled with the prototype chapters.. A moral struggle, since I could see the potential for humans to abuse these clones. I considered creating a lease program for them, instead of ownership.. But in the end, I decided that Sharon and the others should stay blessedly ignorant of this potential problem.. Sell the clones.. Leave the clones at the mercy of the whims of their owners. In this string of chapters, I plan to explore what would happen to clones when they were abused – and taught TO abuse! For not all owners will be sweet.. Not all owners will be fully sane…

As you can see, this story line of Scream and Tron, runs concurrently with my prototype story line. There will be brief glimpses of Speed and Daniel. And a shocker you won’t expect!

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