Hey Guys!

So, I'm really just winging it and posting the stories I have started writing! You all have to let me know what you like / don't like, and if I should keep writing it! Even if I only have one follower, I will still update if I know you are wanting more! But you have to let me know!

I don't own transformers, even though I wish I did, but I hope that you all enjoy!

~~Thunderblast

"Come here, my pet,"

I kneeled before that who is the master, offering only a slight smile in return to his deceiving hand. The scarred metals gently met my bowed helm, a soft caress across my cheek plates. I held my optics on his pedes, not daring to look up until given permission too. I could hear his pistons grind against each other, their hisses almost silent as he moved. I froze, holding my position, as I felt his hot air on my neck, his servo trailing down my frame, to my chest plates.

"So beautiful," he cooed, raising his servo back up to cup my chin. He tugged gently - all he needed for me to redirect my optics to his own, my face bare to his own. I forced my lip plates to curl up into a slight smile, holding his ruby red gaze with my own neon blue. "How are the decks?"

"They are perfect, master," I answered, my voice soft and light, portraying any kind of innocence I could muster out of my ravaged spark.

"Perfect?" he almost, almost sneered. He raised his optic ridge in questioning, watching me with those optics. "That's a questionable description."

I swallowed thickly, not daring to take my optics off of him.

"It was almost as if you didn't try enough," he gave me one last crooked smile, before shoving me backwards onto the floor. I grimaced, but did not dare shout. Don't speak unless spoken too. "It wasn't even touched!" I rolled onto my back plates, only to feel a mass pain on my side. I stifled my cry, only rolling onto my stomach and curling my knees to my chest. I hugged them as he continued his rampage, denting the metals throughout my frame. The pain traveled all through my lines, my optics clenching shut as I counted my intakes. Do not ever fight back. Take it, like a good girl. "Now," he cooed again, grasping my helm and yanking back, exposing the my faceplates to his own. His optics were now a fiery red, blazing into my spark. I cowered like the sparkling I was, not daring to defy any single one of his commands. "I shall ask again. How are the decks?"

Without hesitation, despite the searing pain. "Could be better, my Lord,"

His lip plates turned up slightly, into a small, despicable smile. "That's better," he threw me back again, my frame clattering on the ground. "Get to it then," He retreated back to his lair, leaving me a crumpled mess on the ground.

Always do what I command without hesitation, without questioning. I own you. You don't think anymore. You just do.

I hauled myself to my pedes, knowing what was to come if I did nothing. I made my way up, passing several of the soldiers on my way. All of them gawked, however not a single one dared to touch. The wrath of the mighty Lord Megatron is not one that many defied. All bowed to him.

All but the autobots.

I've never seen one before, but I've heard. As I serviced my Lord, or as I was portrayed as his greatest triumph, his grand conquest, the rebellious, free human - turned - bot that he took as his own personal slave. He spoke of the fight that he left me for, usually leaving me locked in his room, or in a position where I am too terrified to move.

I serve my master now, in everything. What he says, I do. It's been a few years now, since Shockwave successfully managed to change my body into that of the Cybertronian femme that I now am. According to the reactions I am now used to, I am a work of Primus himself. As cruel that bastard one eyed bot is, he apparently knows how to mold the frame of a femme.

"What do we have here?"

I cowered back as far as I could, only to be stopped by the other soldier's servo. They both had me pinned back against a wall in the corridor, pressing their frames against my own. If I was late, Megatron wouldn't be happy.

"What are you thinking about, love?" one sneered, his servo reaching up to cup my cheek.

"Please, sirs," I protested, pushing against their much stronger frames. "I will not-"

I was cut off by a hand pressed firmly over my mouth. "You will not shout," one demanded as the other grabbed me tightly by the cod piece. My helm forced back, I barely dared to breath. For the first time since I'd known the mech, I hoped that he would show up soon.

Just as the second was working the codpiece below loose, I heard an all too reassuring enraged roar.

Reassuring because it wasn't directed at me.

I watched as the grey peeled the mechs off of me, allowing me to collapse to the ground and readjust my codpiece, watching as the new mech pummeled the other two to the ground. When he had finally settled, he looked to a corner.

"Let this be a message to anyone who dares touch my pet," he sneered into nothing.

By now, I know that is wasn't, indeed, nothing. It was laserbeak, a little bird that accompanies Soundwave, who spies on everything and everyone.

Anywho, autobots.

They were the only ones brave enough to stand against the Lord Megatron's wrath. I've heard stories of scouts, motorcycles, and human kids! But most of all, I have heard of Optimus Prime.

I wasn't sure who Optimus Prime was, but I know that he angered Master to whole other levels. There are many battles that he will come home too, and he will punish me. He will tell me that I am receiving those punishments which he wished he could reserve for the autobot commander.

Sometimes the Master scares me and his capabilities. He pushes me to the absolute limit, and then shoves me over it without even a second's hesitation. I don't wonder that he is evil, though I'd never dare say it outloud. I cannot imagine what it's like for someone he doesn't like.

The Lord has promised me time and time again that I am safe. As long as you do as you're told like a good girl, you'll get to stay.

I had finished cleaning the floors as I was told, so I made my way back to my Lord. I entered the control room, only to find him commanding the troops to direct The Nemesis towards the ground.

I knew better than to interrupt. I knelt by his command chair, folding my arms gently behind my back, and bowing my helm. I held optic contact with my knees until I felt his pedesteps walking towards me.

"Slave," he called.

I didn't move a single inch. "Master,"

I could hear his faceplates moving again, hopefully into a smile. "You can join me up front," he offered a servo to me, which I took without looking up. He pulled me to my pedes, walking with me trailing behind him to the front of the control center, to the mass bay windows that allowed it's captain to see where The Nemesis was headed. "There now," he cooed, pressing down on my shoulder plates. I sank to my knees, folding my sercos in my lap, not lifting my helm.

"Lord Megatron," a voice over the comm system called after a few moments of silence.

"What is it?" my Lord asked in an exasperated tone.

"Intruders,"

"Autobot?" he almost sneered.

"Affirmative,"

Master let out an enraged roar, turning and stomping away from me. He paused at the door, his pistons wheezing as he turned. "My pet, look at me," I turned on my knees, not moving my servos, but only my helm and optics to meet his own. They were a crimson red again, holding mine with such an unspoken threat. "Do not move from that spot," he growled lowly.

"Yes master,"

I watched him until he disappeared, then I turned back to the front. I didn't dare raise my helm, or move a microspace. Soundwave knew all and could see all, and a punishment from him is not on the agenda for today.

I knelt there, my back to the doors, for what seemed like an eternity. My internal chronometer informed me that I have waited for much, much longer, but the situation peaked my anxiety. Autobots. Nothing good ever came from that name. And my curiosity. .. I'd never seen one before.

The door behind me opened. I stiffened my posture quickly, in hopes that if it was the Lord he wouldn't criticize me for slouching. However, the pedesteps that came through where lighter than his, and just as quickly as it opened, the door shut.

There was rapid intakes, before pistons suggested the bot was looking around. I didn't dare move, there's no telling who he was. I knew that no one of the soldiers would dare try to move on me, but what if it was one of these autobots? Would they?

I quickly did my best to calm myself as the pedes moved in my direction. As long as you are mine, you are safe. They slowed to a halt beside me, and I dared a look over.

Yellow and black.

Black and yellow.

Black and yellow Black and yellow Black and yellow Black and yellow.

He whirred. Following that was a string of chirps and beeps.

I moved my optics back to my folded servos, though no other movement took place. I was stiff.

"Bumblebee," a voice came over a quieter comm, assumingly his own personal one. "Where are you?" It was a deep, and rich baritone, that held such a strong authority.

The bot beside me, assumingly an autobot, assumingly Bumblebee, responded in another round of nonsense noises.

"We will rendezvous at your coordinates," the same voice responded.

Oh no.. more autobots?

The doors opened, this time multiple pedesteps came through. The one next to me moved back behind me.

Then I heard him.

His intakes were rushed, forced almost. His steps were heavy, and I could hear his pistons shuttering in rage. I didn't dare move, not until instructed to.

There was a moment of silence, before he called for me.

"Pet," he cooed, though I could sense the tension and anger behind his voice.

"Master," I responded quickly, not moving.

"Look at me,"

I turned my helm, taking but a moment to find his optics. There were at least a dozen bots here. Standing in front of me were five that I'd never seen before. Their backs were too me, their blasters aimed at the army my Lord was leading. I held contact with those optics, not daring to break it.

"Come to me," he ordered, holding out a servo.

I hesitated.

"Slave," he growled lowly, his optics darting away from mine only to return after a nanosecond. "Come to me,"

I dared. I moved my optics over to the intruders, the autobots.

There was a femme!

She was much smaller than the other bots she accompanied, though her stance was much the same. She was blue, with touches of pink. Her blue optics turned to mine, holding mine with pity.

Pity.

"You don't have to go," she assured me, her voice soft. "You're safe. You can come with us. We'll protect you."

"Kenya," Master growled. Oh shit. I returned my gaze to his. "Come to me,"

I looked back to the femme, and spoke for the first time of my own free will. "My master calls, ma'am," I told her in a firm, strong voice. "I must not disobey."

I hauled myself to my pedes, placing my servos behind my back. I started to walk towards my Lord, his lip plates turning up into a sneer. I had to pass through two autobots to reach him. One was tall and large, reminded me of the way Breakdown used to look. The other was smaller, slimmer, and painted blue and yellow. I didn't break optic contact with my Lord, moving past them.

I came to a stop in front of him, his lip plates turned up in a much brighter smile than before. "Optics," I bowed my helm, my optics focused entirely on the floor between us. "Down," I sunk to the floor, onto my knees. "Behind," I folded my arms neatly behind me. He let out a soft laugh, before turning his attention behind me. "You see, Autobot. I am not as bad as you think,"

"Megatron," the same baritone I had heard from Bumblebee's comm commanded. "Why do you keep her?"

"Well," Master cooed, moving a servo to caress my helm, like a dog. "Everyone needs a good human pet, isn't that right darling?"

"Yes, my Lord," I responded quickly, not missing the hisses of frustration and disgust that came from behind me.

"She's not a human," a lighter voice responded.

"Indeed," Shockwave responded this time, Master still petting my helm. "But she was born a human,"

There were sharp intakes from behind as the bots digested what was said.

"By the Allspark, Megatron," the baritone said again. "What have you done?"

"She is but the first of many, Optimus," So, the baritone is Optimus? Optimus Prime? "When I finally conquer this world, its entire species will be Cyber - formed just as Kenya here was. Maybe I'll start with… Your human pets,"

There was an enraged roar from behind, before blaster fire encased us. I didn't dare move, though I was terrified of being struck. As long as you obey, you are safe. But I didn't obey. I hesitated, I spoke, there's no telling what will be in store for me later.

"Ratchet!" The baritone, Optimus, called. "Activate the ground bridge!"

There was a strong pulsing sensation behind me, before there was silence through the command. My Lord's pedesteps approached me from behind, before grabbing my upper arm and hauling myself to my own pedes.

"Knockout," he called to the creepy medibot. "Clean up this mess. I have something to take care of," he dragged me along beside him, pulling me through halls and doors.

As he stormed down the hall, I couldn't help but take a glance up at him. He was glaring ahead, tugging my arm painfully along.

I couldn't help it.

"Master…" i whispered, begging him to hear me. "Please,.."

"Shut up," he demanded forcefully, not hesitating in the slightest bit in his steps.

I swallowed thickly once more as he glanced down at me and caught my optic. I quickly averted them to the ground, but it was too late.

"You continue to disobey me, even now that we are on our way to your punishment," he growled angrily, tugging on my arm once more. "Your insolence will not be forgotten, slave,"

I closed my optics as he continued to drag me. God only knew what was in store for me.