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The chains rattled, as well as the screams and curses that came from the cell. The eerie silence reigned throughout for a whole minute, until the prisoner regain forces and started thrashing again. This time the screams were followed up by some wince and whines. The prisoner was relentless, the chains were holding him to the ground, making him kneel with his arms on his back. The joints on his shoulders were starting to make a weird noise, a noise any mech with medical knowledge will know is a sign of dislocation. Still, Ratchet thrashed again and his left shoulder dislocated.
The scream echoes throughout the cell and the corridor. The architecture of the base made it so that the sound increased with the distance, as if it was a cathedral. The scream of the Autobot reached Megatron, who was walking slowly towards the cell. Behind him was Shockwave, with a pad observing and studying the captive Autobot.
“He´s stable”, Shockwave says, “The joint can be put on place manually”
“Is it ready?” Megatron grunted, ignoring what the scientist said. The scientist only nodded and gave him the Synthetic Energon. The green liquid was shining unnaturally in the big syringe.
“It 's 98% pure. 8% more pure than the last dosage Lord Megatron” He answered, Megatron just nodded and continued walking. They remained silent until they walked downstairs a few levels, and after a silent pause from the captive screaming, the leader of the Decepticons spoke again.
“Did he sober up?”
Shockwave typed and a chart appeared on his pad, “Starting, Lord Megatron. Withdrawal symptoms will come in an hour or two.”
Megatron nodded again and walked in silence. The only audible sound were the screams. Getting louder and louder. Once in front of the cell, they were only sobs. Desperate, pathetic, the sounds of a broken mech. A sound Megatron finds stimulating. With a glance he orders Shockwave to turn the pad again and opens the door.
“I don't want any disturbance,” Megatron ordered. He walked and closed the door. Shockwave turns his back and watches Ratchet's fate over the pad. He typed something and the camera started recording secretly.
When the door opened the sobbing Autobot didn't look up to the mech who entered his cell. He already knows who was there to torment him. Megatron walked and kneel in front of the prisoner. With his claws, he took Ratchet´s chin and forced him to look at him in the optics. The Autobot looked all bruised and beaten up. He went into overdrive a time ago, hence a layer of sweat over him trying to cool him off. Although chained, the Autobot looked at the Decepticon with a mix of tiredness and stubbornness. Megatron saw a glimpse of green on the prisoner's optics. He then chuckled and whispered.
"That's what I like about you, Ratchet. Even at the face of death, you try so hard to not falter. You still looked at me as if we were in equal ground.” A sharp thumb opened Ratchet's jaw and explored his mouth. The Autobot not skipping a beat only glared at the Decepticon and bit hard the finger. Neither mech startled, Megatron only chuckles and roughly explores with his finger Ratchet's mouth. Scratching his insides with his sharp claw. The Autobot bit harder, trying to win dominance over the finger. The sole thought made him feel pathetic and helpless. But his spark shines brighter in the worst moments, giving him the strength to both chew harder and to not give up. But once Megatron felt satisfied over his desperate attempts, he retrieved the hand and revealed the Synthetic Energon. Only then is when Ratchet´s spark finally started to die down.
“No,” His voice dry, “No more. Please..”
“You disappoint me, Ratchet,” Megatron whispers, “I thought you'd last longer before begging again”.
“No, please, no…” Ratchet tries to get away. He´s flinching over the shoulder injury but kept looking at the syringe. The syringe that gets near to him. The sting of the syringe goes to his neck. The boiling liquid that invades his system. That burning sensation that numbs his body. Slowly inch by inch his body feels hotter and hotter. The energy he feels is huge. The adrenaline and dopamine were blinding his rational thinking. The body started to overdrive, feeling hotter by the minute.
“How desperate and pathetic,” Megatron cooed, “The burning sensation going haywire throughout your body. Let me guide you where it burns worse.” The Decepticon claws went directly at Ratchet's groin but the Autobot bent down trying to hide it.
“No!… Nno more…” Ratchet cries, his optics dropping tears.
“You are gonna beg for my touch in a moment,” Megatron retaliates. The claw then moved to the Autobot's nape, grabbing hard, "Don't make me wait longer”, he hissed.
Between a mumble and a moan, Ratchet tries to say something. The green in his optic is getting bigger and brighter. The Autobot thrashes and screams into Megatron. His voice is getting hoarse and hoarse until he gets still. Then, in a trance, Ratchet whimpers and looks deeply into Megatron. His optics completely green.
“Please…” Ratchet sought.
“Beg harder,” Megatron says while slapping Ratchet. The latter not feeling the pain, only pleasure, “Beg again”
“Touch me… Please…. Pp-please!”
“Vocalize your needs, doctor,” Megatron muses.
“Touch me please. TOUCH ME, TAKE ME–” The guttural scream was stopped by Megatron kissing him hard. The claw finally went into Ratchet's groin and opened his valve. Megatron felt the wetness of the lube, completely soaking his claws.
“Disgusting slut,” Megatron hisses, scissoring Ratchet, “Beg for it. Beg for it!”
“FF-FUCK ME, PLEAS-SE. TOUCH MME!!!” His voice break. Sobbing, Ratchet climaxed over Megatron's claws. The stimulation didn't stop and the urge to climax was again on his system.
“FUC-CK ME-”
“USE YOU-UR FUUUC-”
“PLEASE… FUC-FUCK-”
After the fourth climax, Ratchet sobbed and mumbled nonsense. Megatron played with his valve for who knows how much. Leaving Ratchet on the ground, covered in fluids.
“...please…more”
“ag-again, please”
“pp-please…”
Ratchet kept begging, not realizing Megatron left him hours ago.