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There weren't many individuals that he found enjoyment in as much as he did Fortress Maximus. The other had put up such a fight, had such a strong will...

It had made breaking him in initially so much more fun in the long run.

Sauntering down the hallway towards the holding cell where he'd been keeping his pet, Overlord's engines practically purred at the sounds echoing from down the halls. The gladiatorial games had been going fantastically and any Autobots that had been left after their take over..well...they wouldn't be around much more. They made fine prey for the games but they never seemed to last long at all.

Pity. But there would be more. He had no doubts about that.

Overlord punched in the code and slid inside when the door opened, a delighted smirk touching his lips as his gaze landed on the bot strapped down to the table before him.

"Fort Max. Miss me?" he mused as the door slid shut and relocked, the Decepticon starting forward slowly, hand brushing against Max's leg as he started up towards the head of the table. "I can only imagine how lonely you've been since I was here last."

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Overlord keeps playing him for a bit longer, just enjoying the sight and the sounds that the other is giving him as a whole. It's lovely and he knows it's destroying Max in a way, which makes it even better.

When he finally does let go of the other, fingers slipping from inside his valve, his engine purrs with delight at the sight of his used and abused pet. He can't help but lean in to lap at the other's valve, indulging himself because, well, he can.

So why wouldn't he?

"Enjoy yourself pet?" he purred, licking at Max's valve again before lifting his head, hands smoothing over the other's thighs in a not so gentle caress, fingers dragging along the plating.

Maximus is limp on the slab when it finally stops, fans *heaving* to cycle air. His valve twitches at the new attention, fluttering under the skilled mouth as Max struggles not to whine. Pit take it, not /again/, Overlord had his fun, dragged his humilation, can't that be enough for once...

But he already knows the answer to that, doesn't he. It's not...and it never will be.

Still.

"No," the ex-warden manages through his ventillations, barely turning his helm enough to catch Overlord's motions.

This has only begun, hasn't it.