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Pure Domination	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Dominance

Written by StSE, Universe G1/Beast

Note: Whatever happened to the Megatron clone named Tron since the Cataclysm? Well, don’t you dare call him anything but Megatron – and he hasn’t been a good clone by any means. Oh, Megatron would be SOOOOO proud of him! By the way, remember that little virus that Soundwave created – well this little Megatron’s got it….

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I paced back and forth. My agitation rose well past the boiling point this time. Perfection surrounded by total incompetence – that is my problem you see. A simple problem it would seem to most. Yes, under normal circumstances it would be easy for me to rectify my personnel dilemma. A simple round of target practice would be sufficient.

I strolled to the windows which lined my office. I find myself staring through the ash film surface as I contemplated on that wonderful thought. Ah, it had been so simple before the ash. So simple indeed! The oil of many pathetic wannabes covered my trail. Yes, wannabes! Curling my digits into a tight fist, I slammed down as hard as I could on my new desk. The splintering of oak filled the silence of my abode. “Even this! Even this is beneath me!” I screamed at the remnants of what had been my desk. The humans had called it priceless once. Had clamored for more of them to be built…

I kicked half of it across the room in disgust. Just like the humans were well on their way to extinction, so were these useless relics of their former existence. It disgusted me with its splinters of hardwood. Disgusted me as it seemed to taunt me with its very destruction!

“Ugggghhhhh!” I lifted the remnants over my helm. Feeling my strength, my life, my very indestructibility! Turning, I aimed my throw towards the window…

“Lord Tron – uh, Megatron,” a voice stammered from somewhere behind me.

“Pathetic excuse for a mech!” I spun, throwing the desk instead at the worthless idiot who had dared disturb me! Had dared to mis-state my rightful designation!

I watched in satisfaction as the heavy oak remnants of the desk smashed into him. With a shocked cry, he landed with a clang on the floor. I didn’t wait for his apologies. The fragger was always slipping up. How dare he think that he could continue to sooth my rage with his worthless apologies! Striding up to him, I smashed in his face plate before he could start his jabbering. “I do not want to here your vocalizations again! Do you understand me Thrust?!?” I snarled.

The Seeker looked truly ghastly as he stared up at me. His jaw hinge had been completely severed by my ped, and now hung slack. His once handsome face plate was now ripped, leaving a gaping smile. He inched back away from me as I bent down. Oh, how I loved it when I created this fear, this terror. It made them obey me. Made them respect me. I was all powerful. His wings trembled as I picked him up by his neck linkages. But he offered no resistance now. No argument as to why I should call him anything other than the designation that he fit within my memory echoes.

I was tired of those arguments. All the pathetic wannabes tried them at first. Tried to explain to me that we weren’t mechs – we were clones. They were wrong of course. They were always wrong. The mechs had off lined. We were now the sole heirs of this planet. As soon as we had cleaned its surface of the useless flesh creatures who once ruled it – it would be ours to do with as we pleased. WE were now mechs. Full mechs! And any mech whom dared argue with me – became my personal ‘stress reliever’.

Tired of the game with Thrust now, I didn’t even acknowledge his frantic nods of agreement. Striding out of my office, my meta was now focused on my newest stress reliever. Yes, I could use some right now…

My right hand began to twitch again. Glaring down at the thing, I slammed it against the wall. My lip components curled up in an evil smirk as my surface sensory array shot damage signals throughout my two processors. It was nothing to me. Usually the pain would stop the freagin’ glitch for a while. And that’s all I cared about right now.

No medic could stop these annoying glitches in me – or any other clone for that matter. I had captured fifty different ones and forced them to try. When they failed, they were tortured to death. I had no time for failures. My empire beckoned me.

Groans filled the hall as I entered the lower levels of the skyscraper which was now my headquarters. A beautiful sound indeed! My mechs jumped out of my path, those who weren’t quick enough – well, a well-placed kick to the tailpipes made them move to my satisfaction. I had no time for their questions. No time for their begging to have some down time. I was their lord! They should not question.

I heard him as I entered the dark chamber. Heard him slide his pathetic chassis towards the far wall.. The chains which bound him rattled as he moved. Flipping on the lights, I leveled my optics at him. “Time to beg Autobot,” my snarl filled the room.

Optimus met my optics. His clear blue ones showed fear. “I’m not Optimus – I’m Opie. I’m just a clone. Why? Why do you torment me?” he pleaded. The same defiant lie! Again, he used the same lie!

He dared to think I’d believe his tale!?! Rage filled me then. “Worthless Autobot liar! That’s all you are! I shall break you! BREAK YOU!!!” I flew across the room, my fist connecting solidly with his face plate. No longer did he have the protection of a battle mask! No longer could he hide from me. Spurn me with his defiance.

He gasped and tried to move away. I laughed as he whimpered in fear. Lifting his head, his terrified optics met mine. “Please… no.. more.. let me rest.. please. I’ve done nothing to deserve this – nothing!” he stammered weakly, his chassis swaying slightly as he briefly lost his footing on the energon coated floor and put all of his weight onto his bound arms stretched above his head. He cried out in pain as the sound of a linkage popping could be heard. His right shoulder sagged, putting all his weight briefly onto his left shoulder. Shuffling his peds, he got them back under him again, relieving some of the tension from his arms.

Kicking his peds out from under him again, I enjoyed his gasp of pain as he again struggled to regain his footing. “You defy me Prime. Always defy me.” My hand shot between his legs again, just as he regained his footing. Placing my digits right at his exposed forward port – right at the entrance of what was now mine. Snickering, I kicked his legs again, forcing him to fall onto my digits. I wiggled them inside his dry port, knowing how much that hurt. Knowing how sore he was from our last little session. “Ah, I see you like my digits within you now,” I taunted.

“Nooooo!” His peds skidded on the floor as he struggled back onto them. He tried to thrust his hips away from me. Away from my attentions… “Please … Please stop! I’m just a clone! I’ve done nothing!”

For fun, I pumped my digits in-and-out of him. His port was so tight. Made even tighter by the tension within his linkages… “You are nothing but an Autobot whore now. You merely exist to service me. To service your lord Megatron,” I growled lowly in his audio. Nipping his neck hard, I enjoyed the flavor of his energon as he bled.

His head drooped slightly as his cooling fans clicked on. His systems overheating from his terror… Ah, to see the great Optimus Prime so terrified filled me with a fervor. A fervor which fed my lust for glory! For power over all! “Please.. Meg… Megatron.. Please stop…”

“Your begging comes too late Autobot.” I ripped my digits out of his port, curling them as I did so. His scream of agony filled me with an ache. My cable pressed against its confines, longing to be within the writhing mech. To feel Optimus from the inside… To rip him.. To dominate him..

I circled the terrified mech, enjoying his shudder as I fondled some of his beautiful armor. Sliding my hand down, I slipped my digits into the mech’s exposed circuitry at his crotch. My snicker filled the room as the Autobot tried to jerk away from my invasive touch. “Thought you were learning to enjoy my attentions Autobot? So much better than what you’re used to, isn’t it?” I asked. A sadistic desire filled me. Filled my every optic cable..

“Please.. Mega-Tron.. no more…” he begged; his blue optics bright with dread. He shuddered in repulsion at the invasiveness of my digits as they molested his bared circuits. His circuits which were now mine to do with as I saw fit.. Just as every mech on Earth was now mine to control.. Mine to command… Whether they agreed with it – or not! I was supreme!

A snicker passed from my lip components as I studied the shivering Autobot, taking his lips roughly, I forced his jaws open with my hand locked on the mech’s face plate. my glossa invaded, taking Optimus’s mouth for my own. The helpless mech gagged, trying desperately to break free. I didn’t care. He was mine now. I raped his mouth… It was as much mine as was the rest of his chassis – now and forever!

Suddenly, he collapsed in a heap on the floor as I reached up and unhooked the chain from the ceiling above him. His own puddle of energon from an earlier rape coated his side as he hit the metal floor with a loud metallic crash. Before the shocked mech could react, I knelt with a knee in the middle of his hood. His hands still chained together, were now held down above his head by me. I wanted him prone this time. Standing up and slagging him seemed to make my twitches come back faster. Perhaps on his back armor would be more acceptable to my systems? His wishes – I could care less.

“So, do you want it fast Optimus Prime? Or do you want it slow?” I asked in a low threatening tone. I ran my free hand along Optimus’s shoulder armor, slipping my fingertips underneath and stroking the sensitive circuits. The Autobot shuddered, trying to deny the waves of stimulation that I was causing. I knew he secretly wanted this. Every mech secretly wanted me! I was power!

“Please.. don’t…” the Autobot pleaded. His intakes flooded air into his overheating systems, dread filling his voice. I could see his dread. Taste its metallic flavor on my glossa. He dreaded his own desire… Dreaded admitting that he, Optimus Prime, longed to be my consort!

Forcing my other leg between the Autobot’s bent legs, I forced them apart. Settling my codpiece tightly against Optimus’s exposed circuits. “I’ll take that as you want it slow,” I purred. He trembled against me, still begging me to have mercy for once, to stop. This just served to heighten my desire. “Keep begging Autobot, I just love it…” I wasn’t lying to him either. Why should I? I had nothing to hide. I loved to here my victims beg! Humans or mechs – I loved to hear their screams for mercy as I ripped out their beating hearts and pulsing cores. But Prime? Oh no, I wouldn’t allow him to off line that easily. His life would be a living death!

Slipping my digits from my free hand into Optimus’s bonding nets, I twisted them slightly. The mech under me arched against him in pain, screaming as mineral oil tears streamed down his battered and bruised cheek plating. I screamed in laughter, as I licked the tears off his face plate all the while enjoying the Autobot’s repulsion to my touch, to my glossa. Then I took the mech’s lips forcefully as I jabbed my digits roughly back into him. Silencing his scream as my glossa probed deeper and deeper, even as my fingers probed deeper.

I added another digit to my others. Enjoying the sensation of his port ripping as I ruthlessly fisted him! His peds smashed uselessly against the floor as he writhed in total agony beneath me, his master. The strong field generated by his wildly pulsating spark surrounded me. It seemed to wash away the strange fogginess that kept intruding upon my thoughts. Giving me a brief respite from the virus which infected me… This is what I and others like me truly craved. The sweet taste of spark energy! It was true that the Cybertronians and Humans hadn’t thought us capable of having them. True, not all of us did – but that small fact didn’t matter to me. We were all sentient! Sparked and unsparked! And this was their downfall. They had underestimated us…

… Just as Optimus had underestimated me when I had caught him in that alley way all those years ago! I thrust my fist into him. Ripping him more… Tearing him down from the inside… He was mine to do with as I pleased.. His pain – my pleasure..

Stopping my fisting of him, I slid up his chassis, looping the end of the chain on a hook on the floor. Grabbing the mech’s hips, I slid him down so that his arms stretched tautly above his head on the floor. Now that I had both hands free, I grabbed his legs and locked them down underneath my own as I slid down to where my face plate was even with Optimus’s exposed ports. Sensuously, I licked some of the dripping energon from the insides of the mech’s thigh armor. It filled my mouth with a warm, metallic flavor. The flavor of inflicted damage… Of my dominance over him.. Over his very existence!

I enjoyed his whimper of total horror as I molested him in the most intimate of ways. I could sense the revulsion flowing over him even as the waves of stimulation rolled through him from my probing glossa and digits. Shaking his head back and forth, he sought to deny his systems automatic reactions to what I was doing to his torn port. His linkages strained as he fought futilely to close his legs, to hide his bonding circuits from the unwanted attentions.

“Ah, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I snickered. I probed deeper with my glossa and digits’, stroking the trembling mech’s exposed ports. Caressing them lightly with my lip components… I rimmed it lightly, pressed down as I applied just a light pressure.. I could sense him weakening to me. The rapid fire mix of agony then pleasure then humiliation was slowly cracking his resolve. His resolve to continue lying… To continue his defiance by claiming to be nothing but a clone.. He was Prime – I was Megatron.. I wanted him to admit that! Admit that I won.. Fall on his knee armor and pronounce me as the supreme commander of this planet!

His whimpers of terror and pain became moans of pleasure.. “Nooooo, please stop..” he whispered as he rocked his head back and forth.. He sought to deny his need for me… I sunk a digit into his aft port as I continued to torment him with the pleasure that was my glossa. Oh, do I know how to pleasure a mech when I so choose… Which wasn’t often these days.. But even as I pleasure them, my meta longs for their screams. Their screams of dismay when the pleasure returns to pain..

Throwing his helm back so hard that it cracked the hard floor tiles beneath him, Optimus couldn’t help but to arch into my digits, forcing them deeper within him. My glossa was invading, stroking, and caressing his most sensitive circuits. Just as his bond mate, Elita One, had most likely been so good at… Ah, he didn’t know that I’d just off lined that particular femme. Perhaps I would bait him with her remnants? There hadn’t been much left of her after I’d left her with my troops for an evening. The weaker built femmes just didn’t last long with them. They were as useless as the wannabes!

Tears now flowed freely from his optics…. “Megatron… Please..” he gasped as he bucked against my ministering.. He was mine.. Mine fully..

“Please what?” I purred in a sensuous tone. I pumped my digits in his aft a bit harder.

“Please…. slag me gentle..” he gasped, his optics now dull. He was broken.. Completely broken..

“Tell me that you’re my whore Optimus. That Optimus Prime is Megatron’s whore. And I’ll slag you nice.” Oh, I was going to enjoy his coming screams! Sure I'd slag him nice... Nice in my terms - not his.. But he was a stupid Autobot. Stupid and believing in what I said - taking it literally, not figuratively. With a smirk I reached up, flipping open his core access panel. The sphere of energy that was his spark filled my optics.. My mouth salivated in lust now. I loved watching those sparks as they jumped and gyrated when pleasure suddenly became pain again! Autobots were so pathetic.. Pathetic and weak!

“I’m your whore…” he moaned, his entire chassis beginning to hum underneath me. His engine revved in anticipation now. His pleasure programming forcing him to seek overload.. “Optimus is Megatron’s whore…” he gasped, his meta was now in full cycle..

Hearing his hum as he was finally overcome by the pleasure stimuli, a wicked grin crossed my face plate. As the Autobot arched against my digits in pleasure, I pulled them out and swiftly rammed my hips tightly against him. I had pressurized my cable to maximum dimensions, knowing just how much that would truly hurt when it sliced into his ripped port. With a snarl, I thrust deeply into the helpless Autobot.

Screaming as the pleasure changed to agony in a split-second, Optimus strained against his bonds. His servos and linkages shrieked in revolt at the suddenness of his struggle.

“You enjoyed my digits too much Autobot, now take my cable!” I snarled. Releasing my bent up energy into the helpless Autobot, I cackled in glee as the bot arched against me, screaming in total agony. Again and again I pounded into the mech. Ripping him to shreds… His wails filled my audios.. Causing my meta to swoon in total pleasure…

I watched his spark swirl and pulse wildly.. That beautifully delicate spark.. Exposed to me.. His screams were now turning into whimpers. His port relaxing now, releasing lubricant…. It felt good as the friction lessened.. But I didn’t want him to feel good – no.

Pulling out, I grabbed his legs and set them against my shoulder plates. Bending down over him, I heard his linkages strain as his straight legs were forced almost to his own hood. “I want your screams to be heard all the way to Cybertron!” I snarled. Making good on my promise, I forced my cable into his unready aft port. At the same time, I reached a hand into his chest, twisting my digits in his spark.

His screams were unbelievable then. Even made my processor cringe with their intensity! But that’s what I truly loved! My circuits began to shut down one-by-one as I raped him – both in his spark and in his port.. I had power.. I had total control.. The last thing my optics saw before they shut down, was his optics rolling up into his face plate in total agony.. Beautiful..

I came back online. My hand still within his chest, my cable still nestled deep inside him. His spark energy swirled over my digits, tickling my sensory nets. His head was turned away from me.. His optics full of shame.. It was obvious that he hadn’t overloaded – which is exactly what I had intended. Why should he? He’s nothing but Optimus Prime. A worthless relic of a by gone era… “Look at me Prime,” I commanded.

Timidly, he dared to meet my optics. His chassis tensed, expecting me to resume my pleasure of his torment. Just to make him whimper, I moved my hips a bit, rubbing my jack against his torn port. “Yes…. Sir?” he stammered. I could read the hope in his optics as he broke down and called me sir. Did he really think that would satiate me? Make me feel any type of mercy?

I pulled out of him roughly, enjoying his gasp of pain as I did so. Kicking him hard in his crotch, I ignored his scream. I had just wanted to force him up far enough to slide his chain of the hook. After doing this, I kicked the curled up mech again. “Stand up and bend over,” I ordered.

He groaned as he slowly stood. “Please Megatron, don’t do this. I’ll do anything you ask,” he begged.

I hit him, sending him crashing back down to the ground with a clang. “I just ordered you to stand up and bend over! There is no negotiation!” How dare he think that just because he had once commanded – that HE could negotiate anything! He was nothing now! Nothing but my property to do with as I pleased!

Tears flowed down his face plate as he slowly clambered back to his peds. Resigned to his fate, he made no other plea to me. He stumbled over to the table, turned his back to me, and bent over.

Reaching into my subspace, I grabbed my favorite toy. It was a wonderful little thing. A whip made of a strange metal alloy. Hook had once told me what it was. But things like that are beneath me, so I made him pay for his insolence in offering information which I did not request. That was when I found out the fun of the little metal whip! It had a button, and when flipped on, an electrical current cycled through it. From the reaction of the mechs I’ve used it on – it must be excruciating!

But with Optimus, I had found a new way to use my little toy…

“Pressurize your cable,” I ordered. I heard the tell-tale hiss of an unrolling and pressurizing cable even as I forced the thick handle of the electric whip into his bleeding aft port. I made sure that it went deep enough to be in contact with his internal spark connectors. When I finished setting it up, that would ensure a full circuit of total agony. Yes, Optimus deserved nothing but that! Pure agony forever....

When I was done with that process, his cable was ready for the next stage of the set up.. Running the pliable whip portion between his legs, I twirled its length tightly around his jack and tied it off with a good knot. I patted him on his aft armor. “If I come back in one hour – and you haven’t moved a servo. I might be inclined to disengage your favorite toy.” With that, I turned on the current…

His spark wrenching wails of total agony followed me through the door and all the way up to the fifth floor. Too bad I don’t have a spark for him to wrench….

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Note: Ok, tried out the first person writing style. Did you like it? And there’s a little secret about this one shot. I’ll see if anyone catches it…
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