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Femax Chronicles: Adult Chapters	By : Aragem23 Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was amusing and annoying to him at the same time.

It was amusing that she thought she could barricade herself away from him in his own ship. The Femax had cursed him from anything to his lying mouth to his parentage, but in such an ladylike way, it was hard to understand. Then she had stormed off, finding a storage room that he kept mods he had collected, but found no use for.

It was annoying to him because he wanted her out here with him now. By the Allspark, if he had known what a Femax female could do to him with that mod, he would have done it stellar-cycles ago. The mod had been something he took from an organic loving mech eons ago. He had kept it, hating to toss out mods of any sort and only had brought it out as an experiment with the girl.

Now one experience wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, he wanted to experiment and see what delights there was to be had between the mod and the girl. However, the girl wasn't being cooperative. So why not get one that was cooperative?

He tried.

He had gone on the inter-net to legal and illegal slave markets and auctions. He scanned for Femax women and humanoid women, but he wasn't pleased with any of them. Not that they weren't beautiful, but they weren't right for him. Skin color was off. Body shape was wrong. Hair color didn't appeal to him. Face didn't look right.

Then he realized why he couldn't find what he wanted. He was comparing them all to Mauron. Mauron's hair, body, and face was what was making his spark pulse and draw heat from his engine. He wouldn't be satisfied with anyone but her. Damn her.

He had never found an organic sexually attractive. Of course, he was able to appreciate beauty in some of them as they would find beauty in a fine polished vehicle. But he never imagine that he would actually take one of them in such a way.

It was out of sheer boredom that he took her in the first place.

And he had no slagging intention of letting her go after that spark blowing experience. She was his and the sooner she accepted it, the sooner the fun could begin.

Could he use drugs? He had some whenever his bounty was an organic. But no, she would be unconscious and her senses dull. He wanted her fully aware of what was happening her and able to actively please him.

And he had no aphrodisiac available to him on the ship and he was damn sure was going to order some anonymously through the net.

But now, what to do about his unwilling pet?

His metal pedes clanged through the hall as he approached the door she had disappeared in. He knocked a fist on it. “Woman, get out here.”

“No! I will not!!!”

Her usual bell like voice was high with rage and a strain of fear.

“You either come out here or I come in there and get you out.” He growled, he was being generous in giving her a fair warning.

She cursed him in Femax tongue. He commanded the door open and it hissed open.

She was knelt on the floor, her hands folded on her lap, her face pointedly directed at the western shelf.

“Aw, come on. We're just taking a small trip. I'll have you back in half a day.” He lied.

“I do not believe you. You have lied and once you lie, most likely you will lie again.”

“Are you trying to make me mad?” His optics flared, highlighting his black and white face with a tinge of red.

“I am angry.” She snapped.

There was a moment of silence. “Didn't we have fun a while ago? You enjoyed it, and don't lie about that.”

Her white hands clenched her knees. “Leave.”

“This is my ship, darlin', you don't order me on my ship.” He stepped into the room. A small square shape device sailed through the air and smacked the wall, nearly clipping his face.

He surged forward, catching her wrist just as she was about to throw another mod. “Those are hard won mods, woman!”

“Unhand me!” She yelled, her face darkening with her anger.

He knelt, pushing her onto the floor. She struggled like a wild cat. She cursed him, kicked and batted at him, but it was useless without any effective weapons. Her blows just glanced off his metal hide as cotton balls off a steel. A hand on her throat and a hook trapping her wrist to the floor he leaned forward above her.

“Listen, female, you might want to stop fragging me off. I might forget that you are not as repairable as I am and rip off a limb.” To put emphasis on his words, his grip tightened on her wrist making her whine.

He released her pushing himself off the floor from her. “You and I are going to be together for a while so you better quit being a glitch and get use it to.”

She pulled herself up against the wall, curling her body inward, her hand on her chest, clutching her robe. “So admit it. You have no intention of taking me back.”

He was too frustrated to carry on the charade. “We have too much fun.” He stood and held out his hand. “Last chance to play nice.”

Her gray narrowed eyes flashed with rage and she spat. The spittle nearly landed on his foot, missed due to his lunging forward to seize her. His hand wrapped around her arm before she had a chance to duck away. He yanked off her feet, his hooked arm slide across her chest and up to her neck.

He was a robot bounty hunter, but that doesn't mean he hunted only other robots. He also had his fair share of organic bounties and he knew the proper ways of restraining them. Apply pressure to the neck to choke off air long enough to make them dizzy or pass out was very effective measure.

He held her until her struggles ceased, and he slung her up into his arms, figuring that his spiked shoulder would impale her soft body. He carried her his trophy room, where he had first taken her. Before she could regain her senses, he was already removing her upper robe, leaving her upper body bare and discarding the garment onto the floor. Just as she had regained her senses, he had already laid her out across the table, spread to all four corners and placed and activated the cuffs at her wrists and ankles.

The magnetic cuffs clung to the table top ensnaring her wrists and ankles in place. A horrible sense of dejavu stole Mauron's breath. She cursed and struggled, her torso rising and falling.

“Cut it out, woman, those cuffs were meant to restrain mechs 10 times your size and 100 times your strength, you are not getting loose.” His bemused tone only enraged her.

Her chest rose and fell as she stopped her struggles. He was right and she hated it. There was nothing she could do as the point of his hook drew itself down her stomach, around her navel, and caught the edge of her Hakama skirt. It wasn't long before that joined the floor with her upper robe.

“Isn't this better?” The monster purred as he walked around her. There was something about her body that just attracted him. Every curve was enticing. From her ankles, thighs, waist, breasts, shoulders, neck, chin, and even her nose made him want to trace with his servos. He drew a hand down her thigh as he strode past.

He slipped off her tabi, toss them to the floor as he had her clothes. Her feet did look strange to him, much smaller and narrow than his own. He drew the point of his blade along the sole and grinned when it resulted in her twisting about.

“Ticklish?” He teased her as he did it again.

“St. . . stop!” She snapped, her attempts to draw her foot away proved futile as the cuff kept her in place.

He drew the point along the instep of her other footstep and watched her squirm. He moved around the corner, drawing the hook along her ankle, shin, knee, and then up her thigh. It was replaced by his hand which slide up and down. From her knee up to the the apex of her thighs.

“St. . . stop it.” She felt that in the coming days, this would be a word she would utter many times and would be ignored.

“Hush, darlin', I don't wanna hear it right now.”

He realized what he loved about her body, her flawless organic body. It was sensitive to everything he did to it. From tickling her feet, rubbing her skin, and even nicking it with his hook. She reacted to all of it.

Cybertronian femmes would have to have strong tactile sensors to be able to be so sensitive. Nor were they so easily marked.

The needle point of his hook drew pink line down her fair skin and if he dug a little deeper, it turned red. She cursed him and he brushed the streamer of blood from her stomach with a servo.

With the curve of his hook, he pushed it between her outer petals and rocked it from side to side. She shifted, her lithe body quivering with involuntary reaction. He leaned over her and watched her cheeks darken as the blush brought out the color of her eyes.

He left her, walking away to the shelf where he kept the mod. It took him only moments to set it in place. Mauron watched him approaching her, the ghastly thing bobbing with each step he took, surrender in her eyes.

He stood at her feet and seized her legs. He deactivated the cuffs long enough for him to yank her to him, her rear at the edge of the table, then reactivate the cuffs at her wrists alone. Her hands were trapped above her head and he held her legs under both arms.

He drew forward and the rod slid into her.

Her soft gasps mingled with his raspy grunts. He leaned over her, his hank and hook supporting his weight lest he crush her. The female closed her eyes, her teeth gritted, and the pink on her face darkened. He found that he liked this position better as he got to see the reaction of his actions.

If he went slow, her lips parted and she took deep breaths. If he sped his pace, she gritted her teeth and her hands tighten into two useless fists. He wondered for only a second what she saw in his face.

Using his hand and hook, he pushed her legs to her chest, her knees nearly meeting her shoulders as he prodded her back entrance. She protested, her legs kicking at him as he pushed into the more resistant hole. He grunted, he enjoyed the tightened there and the resistant pushed against him.

He pounded, pushing in and drawing out. His spark pulsed with each thrust at this new arcane way of spark play. He shoved forward as far as he could go as his spark burst within his chamber and then cooled into a dull glow as he basked in afterglow.

He pulled out eliciting a soft grunt from the Miko. He pushed her legs down the edge of the table and magnetically attached her ankles to the legs to the corners of the table, keeping her legs apart and herself exposed.

He left her like that. She groaned as her body ached from his abuse. He returned, a pink like cube in hand which he was sipping from. He returned and stood between her spread legs. He set the cube by her head and unattached her ankles from the table hooking them over his arms.

“Round two.”

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