Seduction of Optimus

Ok written as the next part of the story after 'How to Seduce a robot' by Musashi and based after 'Rough Justice'

Optimus had no idea how he’d gotten here. He remembered dropping Sam off at home, then he had been driving Mikaela to her garage, she’d wanted to pick up something. Then he remembered nothing else. Where in Primus was he?

Transforming he found himself in an abandoned warehouse. He stood completely perplexed and slightly concerned. Trying to walk his right leg caught on something, looking at his foot his optics widened in astonishment. His ankle was shackled to the floor. Now he was getting worried.

He glanced up as a door opened and closed.

“Mikaela!”

She cast him a warm smile. “Good you’re back online, I was worried I’d have to wake you.” Optimus frowned.

“Mikaela what’ going on, how did I get here and why in the Primus am I shackled to the floor?”

She made her way over to him calmly glancing up, she smirked. “Ok first of all, sit down it’s easier to speak face to face.”

Optimus obliged graciously.

“Ok in reverse order; I didn’t want you leaving before I got back. I drove you here after I disconnected your cortex from your engine. Effectively putting your mind into recharge, turning you into a normal truck.” She paused licking her lips absently. “And finally I wanted to get you alone… I have a feeling you’ve been avoiding me.”

Optimus was gobsmacked.

“Mikaela… I… ah… how did you know how to put me into recharge?” She grinned. “Ratchet, he talks a lot.” Optimus’s frown deepened. Mikaela smirked and gently ran her fingers across some exposed wiring in his upper thigh, grinning as she felt a shiver in his large frame. Without hesitation she hoisted herself up and crawled up his body, a metallic hand supported her legs bringing her face to face with the Autobot leader. His face was stern, annoyed.

“Mikaela I believe it is with good reason that I avoid you for the time being given your clearly stated intentions towards me.” He paused his optics imploring her. “You have to stop this. I will take you home.”

Mikaela chuckled lightly, Optimus could not deny the allure of her warm skin as the movement sent cascading shivers down his arm. He felt his capacitor cycle increase as she reached forward boldly and brushed her hand lightly along his slightly parted labia plating. The light touch sent tingles of excitement echoing across his sensor net, causing him to offline his optics briefly as he tried to regain composure.

A sharp tingle, shot through his facial plates. He onlined his optics, she was kissing him. His circuits now over stimulated by the warm, wet, light touches of her tongue, he gasped softly.

“Mikaela...” He breathed… “Please…stop this…” She pulled away, her blue eyes looking up at him.

“Make me….” She whispered playfully.

“But….”

“Make me stop if you really want me to stop.” Biting her bottom lip, she slipped from his hand, gripping onto his chassis, each touch, electrified his sensor net. He trembled as he felt her small hands dig in beneath his armour, clutching at wires. He attempted to reach out and pluck her from his frame, but she gripped tighter, almost painfully. He visibly tensed unable to speak. Glancing up at him Optimus noticed a dark look cross her face. He felt her grip even more tightly onto the bundle of wires leading from his spark chamber, causing him to flinch. She dragged her nails down them roughly. Slapping his hand back down on the floor a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Spurred on by his reactions Mikaela put her new found knowledge to good use.

Her hands danced lightly across his interface hatch. She heard the air cycle more rapidly through his face plates, his body humming as head began to build across his systems. She relished the power, flicking open the interface hatch roughly, he winced a little. Lowering herself she let her tongue play around the opening of his interface port.

Optimus who was now supporting himself with both hands arched his back into the sensation, moaning aloud as he did so. Wasting no time Mikaela took hold of his module, which pulsed lightly in her hands, she flicked her tongue over the top.

“Unnngghhh…” Optimus groaned his voice husky, lustful. He felt himself succumbing to her touches. Where had she learned how to do this?

Oh frag it was good!

He whimpered as he felt her take his module in her mouth. Losing all trace of rational thought and resistance Optimus slumped to the floor his hands clawing at the flat surface.

“Oh Primus…”

Her hands dipped into the wiring of his pelvic region as her mouth tightened around his module. His data stream pulsed hard as she squeezed both simultaneously.

“Oh frag!” He swore in a gasp, his systems now on overdrive, he felt his body attempting to cool itself, could feel the energon flowing around his body. His module ached for more.

As if reading his mind, Mikaela stopped he moaned involuntarily with frustration. Finding his labia again she kissed him, this time he kissed back, feeling the her moist warm tongue caressing his mouth his lips. She tasted so good.

Optimus’s resistance failed as her hands ran down his ear finial, he jerked his head back in response, she bit into the wiring in his neck, he groaned loudly his hand now stroking her back sensually.

“Optimus…” She cooed into his audios.

“Mmmhmmm…”

“Take me…”

Something like realisation flashed across his cortex, this was wrong.

“Mikaela… I… don’t…. No!...Stop please!”

“Optimus!” Her tone was harder now and her hand gripped his ear finial firmly. He winced half with intense pleasure, half with pain, he held her fierce glare.

“I want you Optimus, I want you to fuck me… now!....Fuck me Optimus!”

Optimus struggled to regain control. Pulling away his leg straining against the restraint.

“Mikaela… no… this isn’t right…” He managed to utter weakly.

A sharp pain rattled his facial plates, he stared at her stunned. She’d slapped him, hard.

“What not up to it?” She taunted him, Optimus frowned as his module pinged him, desperate for release. Her eyes bore into him.

“I’m ordering you Optimus.” Her breathing was heavy. An evil grin curled at her lips. “Take me now, or I will make you wish you had…” She held up a small remote, Optimus withdrew slightly. She pressed it. A jolt of electricity shot up his leg, his body locked as he cried out in pain.

“Arrgghh….stop…Mik…aaarrrghhh…” The pain dissipated. He glared at her anger building inside him memories of a past pain, a past torture flashed vividly across his mind, he did not want to feel that pain again, thoughts of Megatron bleeded into his mind. Optimus grimaced as he felt his control slipping once again. ‘Mustn’t harm the humans.’ His cortex kept shouting at him. She smirked. “It’s linked to an old car battery. Something I cooked up. Seeing as you’re the submissive type. I also know how to put a sensor block on you thanks to my work with Ratchet. This is happening Optimus whether you want it to or not.” She dropped closer her voice a whisper. “And I know you want it as much as I do.”

She yanked hard on his ear finial before he could respond. He cried out in pain at the force and his optics flickered slightly. He uttered a deep guttural growl as she continued to goad him.

“Come on Optimus… Or do you only want it from bastards like Ironhide or…” She hesitated unsure of the exact details of Optimus’s past, she had only gleaned snippets from others. “Megatron…” She cooed seductively. “Is that what you want? Too good for humans are you? Above it all, think you’re better? Come on Optimus take me, you want to feel me, taste me, be a fraggin’ leader for once.” She finished harshly, knowing full her comment would hit a nerve. She got more than she bargained for she deftly grasped the wiring in his neck and bit down hard, drawing energon, his optics hardened as he stared at her and with a roar of frustrated anguish Optimus lost the last shreds of his self control.

He lunged at Mikaela who yelped as she was sent sliding across the floor. Opening her eyes she found Optimus upon her, his optics were a shade darker, she gasped as his hands, his fingers probed her body greedily. Her hands reached up and found purchase on his arm, raking her nails across his armour, Optimus couldn’t resist any longer. She groaned in surprise as Optimus removed her shorts.

Her breath was coming in short sharp gasps as she felt his glossa combing her inner thighs before reaching up to tentatively lick the wetness that was between them.

“Ooohhh, Optimus!” She cried out as his glossa probed deeper, he relished the way she writhed at his touch. Pulling him up she kissed him hard.

“Please Optimus…” She begged breathlessly, groping wildly at his helm. He growled in response, his instincts and arousal too far gone to be reigned in.

Taking his module he pushed towards her damp, warm very alien port. His optics shuttered as he entered, almost overloading right there. He pushed harder she cried out, thrusting against the steady data stream pulsing inside her.

Optimus onlined his optics he wanted to watch her, her eyes met his. She moved in time to the pulses, he could no longer restrain his desire. His data stream quickened, became harder, faster, he couldn’t stop.

Mikaela screamed his name as he overloaded hard taking her over the edge. Her cries fading to satisfied whimpers as the thready pulse of his data stream diminished. His whole body tensed and shook as the final surges of overload left his body. He slumped to the ground beside her in re-charge.

Mikaela smirked deviously as she cleaned herself off. Stroking Optimus’s face plates she’d already decided to have a lot more fun with the passive submissive leader. She knew how against xeno sex the other Autobot’s were, especially Ironhide. Walking over to a crate she picked up her phone and pressed playback.

Blackmail, Mikaela’s lip curled with satisfaction she knew Optimus would do whatever she wanted with this hanging over his head.