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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 laughing was never a good thing. Neither was spitting at him, but- damn it, for all that he hurt, for all that he knew he was going to hurt more, he just-

Fortress Maximus wasn't ready to give up. Not yet. Not even as he shouted at the sudden pain, reflexively trying to jerk away but there was nowhere to go-

He stared, bright-opticed at Overlord, struggling to pull away or at least level some sort of defiant glare or something, but was left only gasping in pain. Gasping and still trying to lean away from the touch, still something, managing a "Don't-"

He'd meant it to be 'don't touch me'. Maybe add on a 'just get your fun and go'.

It ended up as another shout which slowly bled towards a screech as Fort Max once more tried to get away- and then a pop as the metal joint gave away to Overlord's far greater strength.

He released his hold when the joint gave away, fingers stroking fondly before his hands came to rest on the table on either side of Max's head. Overlord peered down at his captive with a satisfied smirk, his optics bright with a sick sort of glee fueled by those sounds that his captive had been making.

There would be so many more sounds too.

"Feel free to keep screeching, pet. I love the sound," he murmured, moving around the side of the table to give himself more access to all of his pet. A thoughtful sound escaped him and he reached out to trace the lines of the other's chestplating, contemplating what to do before he gripped and started to pull the plating apart.

Seconds of rest. Seconds for Max to stare up, vents cycling hard as he struggled to get himself under control. He was still in pain and his jaw still hurt, he didn't even want to try and and move it at this point...

No way in hell he'd be able to repeat the spit. Which was, he distantly supposed, sort of the point.

He followed Overlord's motion, dreading and anticipating it all the same. The sooner he started, the sooner...the sooner it was done, wasn't it? The sooner it was-

Not there, don't-

The ex-warden twisted in pain, static escaping his vocalizer as he tried to hold back a howl. Such small defiances were petty and altogether pointless - Overlord almost always had him screaming near the end, if not worse - but they were all he had.

"Yes, pet, that's right. Cry out for me. Let me hear how much it hurts," Overlord practically cooed, laughter tinging his voice as he gripped the plating harder and forced it to split apart. His engine revved as he got a look at the wiring underneath, wiring that he was so familiar with but every time he saw it was like the first time all over again.

Hands sliding inside the other's exposed chest, he stroked all the wiring in a fond manner, his touch once more like that of a lover touching their chosen one.

"I never get tired of this."

His smirk widen as he glanced up at Max's face, fingers tangling in some of the wires and starting to pull.

This time, the laughter hurt. Every time he was weak or showed weakness, he'd hear it, and it'd just feed anew...

Maximus shivered involuntarily at the hand worming in, the sensor readouts showing something other than pain. Something which was just as bad, because he wanted it even less...pain, pain he could deal with. That fake care...

It was only a herald to what would happen next. He braced himself, gripping his hands in their restraints as the pain began again, slowly building...

"Hh...hh..."

Don't scream.

Overlord knew what he was doing, blending the lines of pain and pleasure because he wanted to make Max question things. Wanted to make the other feel disgusted with himself for even toying with the notion that he might be enjoying this in some way.

That's why his pull on the wires relaxed, turning into a caress once more, engine revving softly as he tangled his fingers in Max's wiring, smoothing his thumb over some of them.

"Look at you, pet..just look at you. So helpless. I adore the sight of you like this," Overlord murmured, smirking darkly at his captive before giving a quick, hard yank on the wires, stressing them to the point of almost snapping but not quite.

Not yet.

"I love having you at my mercy like a puppet on strings~"

Any relief Fort Max might have had at the lapse in pain was countered by the prickles of sensation still haunting his sensors. The gentle hand which he knew to be a lie, just priming him for when it hurt again, for when- for when-

"Just...just finishaaagh-!"

Just make it over, make it quick, the sooner Overlord was done the sooner he'd go, but never soon enough...Max went

"Why would I finish it now? That wouldn't be as fun as dragging it out and keeping you on the edge of your seat...or maybe just on edge, depending on the mood," Overlord said in a mock thoughtful manner, making it very clear that he was going to make Max both love and hate this little encounter.

His fingers kept the wires taunt with one hand as the other untangled and started to slide further down Max's frame, tracing over the undamaged panels and plating until it brushed over the other's interfacing panel.

"I promise I'll make it good for you," he practically purred, tracing the seams of the panel as he smirked at Max, slowly starting to release the wires.

Pit, no. It was humiliating enough having Overlord to use him like that, but to force any sort of pleasure out of it...because that's what it was. It was twisting everything, bad and what'd once been good, until Overlord's touch itself was repulsive.

Desperate to avoid outright humiliation, Max tried focusing on the pain; the wires protesting being pulled far too tight. The strain of his systems, the lingering agony in his jaw. It was hardly a mercy that its dislocation didn't affect his vocalizer- far from it. All it meant that he could still scream, and do so coherently.

He twisted under Overlord's grip, vainly trying to escape even as a distant part of him recognized it only exposed a weakness. Exposed he didn't want it, which in turn, fed Overlord's own want to hurt him...

And it was getting harder and harder to keep pain in the forefront, with it slowly lessening.

And that was the game. Ease the pain away, get Max wrapped up in the pleasure that Overlord wanted to bring him just for the sheer amusement of it all--

Then rip it away with a final crushing blow.

His engine rumbled in a soft purr as he released the wires completely and moved down to the end of the table now, smoothing both hands alongside the insides of Max's thighs. The way the other twisted in his grip just fueled the fire and he didn't hesitate to rub at the paneling high up on the inside of the other's thighs as he leaned over to run his tongue along his interfacing panel.

No, no, no, not this, not this, he hated this...

It was a twisted disconnect between body, mind, and spark. The latter two knew full well who was doing this, what it meant, and both screamed in a distressed defiance. Of all depravities, the fact that Overlord seemed to take such enjoyment from this sick violation- it made Fortress Maximus sick. Literally, in more than one case.

But his body- his body could only read what was happening, not who, and against his will, Max felt pressure behind that panel. The layer of metal was a pathetic shield against the sudden warmth and pressure there, but he gripped his hands in a desperate attempt to keep it there, gasping out a weak curse.

Overlord smirked against the other's panel, mouthing at it a bit now, registering the heat the other was radiating. It made the purr of his engine louder, the grip of his hands on Max's inner thighs tightening--practically massaging them now.

"Open up, pet," he purred before tracing the seam of the panel with his tongue all the way around.

This was his favorite part of his encounters with the other mech because he knew what it did to his captive. Knew what was going on in his head because he'd experienced things similar before. He'd never been this much at another's mercy before but..well...some bots just didn't have his strength now did they?

His legs were trembling. He was trembling, the strain agonizing in its own way. He didn't want this, it didn't matter, it'd happen anyway, it always did, no matter how long he held out it always did and then-then he didn't even know what would happen. Overlord had mixed pain and pleasure enough that he could never guess what the next stage would be, only that it'd hurt - either his body directly, or his very spark.

And if it was going to happen, if it was all going to happen no matter what he did...

One of the most valuable - and painful - lessons Maximus had learned was that sometimes, it was better to bend than to break.

Choking back a cry of defeat, he let the panel retract, tension radiating from every part of his body. Whatever Overlord was going to do to him...just get it over with.

"Good boy. I knew you'd learn eventually."

He wanted the perfect pet; the perfect toy to keep himself amused and Fort Max was becoming just that. There was such a defiance there that he provided a wonderful challenge but, at the same time, he was so easy to win over with the right mixture of things.

Smoothing his hands up Max's thighs he straightened up, Overlord let one hand grip at his captive's hip while the other brushed at the newly exposed area of the other's frame. His touches were light outside of the firm grip he had on Max's hip, featherlight in a way that was once more almost loving.

Caring. Like Overlord actually cared about how the other was feeling.

His gaze stayed locked on the other's face as he caressed and stroked him, a smirk lingering on his lips as his optics dimmed in a satisfied manner.

Fort Max's short attempts to move away were halted by that grip. They were more jerks than anything else; reflexive motions to try to move. He could never stay still, not completely. No matter how hard he tried to not show any reaction.

But he was getting better.

He didn't look towards himself or Overlord, unable to watch. Instead he stared at the wall, vents cycling unsteadily as he tried to just endure. Tried to find some sort of center so he could just last through this, last through until Overlord decided to find something else to entertain him.

It was hard, though. Hard to ignore his spike, slowly stiffening in the 'loving' grasp, or the lingering traces of wetness at his valve.

Max was getting better, Overlord would give him that. His restraint was much better than before.

But that just meant he had to push harder.

Hand curling around the other's spike and gripping gently, starting to stroke him in a slow, drawn out way, Overlord leaned back in. He ignored Max's spike though and let his tongue flick out to get a taste of the other's valve, vents cycling quickly as a delighted purr left his vocalizer. The next time his tongue flicked out there was more pressure and he start to lap at the exposed valve while his hand began to pump a bit faster.

He'd get a good reaction out of you yet, Max.

"Hh..."

Probably would only be a matter of seconds before Overlord gripped tighter, pulling on the spike until he cried out. He had to believe so. He had...he had...

Max emitted a short little noise, another jerk accompanying that first lick. There was nowhere to go, except in to Overlord's hand, and quickly enough it didn't matter because he was working /both/. His fans kicked on higher, a groan barely being choked back because for all that he could think- for all that he hated this-

It felt good.

See, that would be predictable and Overlord doesn't like to do predictable. Oh no, he's going to keep this going for awhile and really confuses Max's senses.

Pressing his tongue into Max's valve with a delighted purr of his engine, Overlord happily indulges himself in the taste of the other as his hand tightens around the other's spike just a bit. It's enough to cause just a bit more friction as he continues to stroke, working the bound mech's spike a bit faster now, rubbing and stroking as if he wants the other to reach his overload.

Any second...any moment...and...any...

It can't rightly be classified as a moan, that sound that escapes him. It's too strangled, too- fearful? Despairing? Whatever it is, it may be closer to a whine, though it does go well with the squirming-like motions he's beginning to start. Maximus can't remember if it's ever gone on so long without some sort of reminder that Overlord's here to cause him nothing but agony, and that any comfort or care is an outright lie. Something meant to confuse him. Something meant...to...

"Ha...aahn....nnggh...!"

It's pushing him steadily towards overload, and despite his earlier resignation to getting this over with, he can't help but try and hold it back. It most certainly wouldn't be the first time Overlord has made him overload, but it's a desperate thought that Max has never wanted it.

And that's where he stops.

His hand clenches around the base of Max's spike and he pulls his tongue out of the other's valve, licking his lips like a satisfied feline as he peers up at his prey. He'd gotten the other squirming, gotten him to be vocal and that was perfect.

It was just what he wanted.

"Do you want release, pet?" he mused in a mock thoughtful manner, his grip on the other's spike tightening as he started to trace a pattern over the other's hip, voice husky in a way--deeper as his engine rumbles. "Your body sure seems to want it. Wants to go over the edge and bask in the pleasure that I can give you..is that what you want?"

And then his grip would become painful on Max's spike, Overlord just continuing to squeeze as he watched the other's face with a dark smirk.

"Or are you going to pretend it's not what you want."

Maximus doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse when it stops. He does know that it feels like he's crashed in to a wall when the grip does tighten, and he can't help the cry that escapes him. More shocked than anything else, at least at first.

He at least swallows the cry of pain, optics flickering back towards Overlord as the other speaks. Taunts him. And his faceplates could burn with how much shame he feels, only barely tempered by the rising pain...

"S...slag you-! Past the p-pit!"

He'd never admit it. Overlord had taken so much from him, but the tattered remains of his pride held together.

That hand clenches tighter now and he starts to pull, more than prepared to just pull the other's spike right off him.

"Tsk tsk, pet. That's not what I wanted to hear," Overlord replies smoothly, optics narrowing a bit as his smirk widens. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in so much trouble one of these days. I'll have to do something more permanent about it sometime."

Twisting starts to accompany the pull now and Overlord leans down, tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his captive's spike.

Scrap, scrap, scrap, it hurts, and it takes everything he has not to do anything more than gasp noisily. Don't scream, he tells himself again, barely hearing Overlord as he looks away again. Focus on the wall, focus on something else, focus...on...

Oh spark. He doesn't know if it hurts or doesn't, just that it's a lot. Maximus does whine now, part of him hysterically hoping Overlord does pull it off - just so he'll stop feeling it.

Overlord's optics narrow a bit and he releases his hold just as suddenly as he'd done it, dropping that hand down to brush his fingers against the other's valve.

His prey wants to be stubborn? He'll just have to make it worse for him.

Fingers sliding inside Max's valve, Overlord leans over to lick lightly at the head of his spike, the touch teasing as he begins to work his fingers in and out of the bound mech.

Erase the pain and cover it up with pleasure. Back and forth we go~

It might have been a relief, and for a brief second, it is - and then reality sinks back in and the muffled moan is more out of misery than anything else.

But only by so much. The teasing licks to the most sensitive part of his spike are sending unwanted prickles through his sensor net. And he's trembling again, valve clenching around the invading fingers. Whether to keep them out or hold them in is anyone's guess.

"F-frag..."

His smirk returns as he gets a response out of Max, nipping lightly at the other's spike as he pushes two fingers into the other as deep as they can go.

"Feels good doesn't it, pet?" he asked mockingly, knowing that the other was hating this but that was the point.

Love and hate needed to go hand in hand to properly train his pet.

Another nip was delivered to Max's spike before he resumed licking it, twisting his fingers inside the other--scissoring them a bit to stretch the other more.

"Nnnh-!"

The jerk of his hips is completely out of his control, and the worst part is he doesn't know if it's trying to get away or get more. This is- all of it's too much. He's going to overload soon and it's going to be as much spark-pain as any sort of pleasure. This humiliation of having his body played with like some sort of toy-

-or, well. As Overlord puts it, pet.

He jerks again, crying out, valve clenching on the two fingers but they're not nearly enough to fill it and isn't that a horrific thought.

Overlord is more than happy to oblige the other by adding in two more fingers, aiming to fill the other as much as he can, wanting the painful burn I pleasure to be felt by his pet.

"You want to let go, pet, so do it," he purred lowly around Max's spike, dragging his denta against it as he purrs low inhis throat. Its the oncoming humiliation that he's itchin for--that he's wanting to see because every reaction like that from his pet is satisfying to him.

He shoves his fingers deeper inside the other, curling and twisting, the push and pull anything by gentle now.

"Overload for me, pet."

Well, that earns a shriek. And were it not for the restraints holding him down, he would have arched off the slab. As it was, he tries, all but writhing under Overlords hand's and mouths he fights it all. The heat, the sensation, the oncoming burst-

And spark, he used to like it a bit rough. The mix is terribly, terribly satisfying and-

"N...naah...AAAHN!"

With a final desperate cry his body gives in, energy feeling like it's arching off of him with the overload's intensity. He's a puppet to it as much as Overlord, and it's all he can do to ride it out, hating every moment of it as much as he soaks it up.

Overlord doesn't hesitate, doesn't even consider stopping because the sight of the other writhing like he is isn't something he wants to give up so easily. So even as the overload hits the other, his fingers keep thrusting into the other, keeping the other wrapped up in the pleasure he's feeling.

He does let Max's spike slip from his mouth, licking his lips as he grips the base of it once more with his free hand and just starts to squeeze again.

Can't let him feel too good now can we?

"Was that so hard, pet?" he asked, squeezing tighter as he shoves his fingers inside Max much rougher this time.

It's an overload that stretches, then stretches in to pain as Overlord tightens his grip. And he can't do a damn thing about it, utterly helpless. If he was free he'd kick, punch, fight and do anything he damn could!

But all he can manage is a curse that's as much scream as snarl. And to jerk with every thrust, shaking his head in a vain denial. Both to Overlord, and to his own damn self.

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.

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...wth, previous tag. /stares at its end

..Whoa I didn't even notice that xD

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