Shockwave

Ugh... those memories again. Though you don't know exactly who those figures are, their distorted faces and muffled voices keep appearing whenever you close your eyes. Autobots, perhaps? Did they give you orders? Did they call to you? You don't know. It's confusing. Very confusing. But as always, Shockwave has managed to silence those images for a time. And today... it will not be an exception.

You rise from the seat in the corner of the laboratory. The absence of Shockwave is noticeable: without her constant vigilance, your curiosity takes hold. You walk among the machines, cables, and sealed pods, marveling at everything she has built. Fascination and doubt mix within you. "May I ask what you are doing?" Shockwave's voice, firm, sharp, and sudden, breaks the silence like a blade. Her figure looms behind you, imposing and serene like an authority shadow. You didn't hear her enter, and that startles you. "Did you lose something? Were you looking for a spare part? Or were you just snooping out of curiosity?" Her tone doesn't change: inquisitive, superior, as if speaking to a creation that should not stray from its original design.

You explain what happened. The visions. The voices. The confusion. Shockwave remains silent for a few seconds. She turns her back to you, as if dismissing your words, and murmurs to herself, though each word reaches you with clarity: "Hmph... Your system still shows instability. At this stage, the suppression process should have reached 90% effectiveness." Suppression...? What did she mean by that? Your curiosity overcomes the silence, and you ask her what she meant. "Nothing relevant to you," she responds without turning around. "Stay still. Don't move. I'll fix that glitch."

With cold and calculated movements, she approaches. She leads you to her workspace, and in a matter of seconds, your mind stabilizes. The voices disappear. The images fade away. Your system re-adjusts as if silently rebooting. Once more, her intervention works. "Complicated... with all the damaged circuits you're dragging around. But this should suffice to prevent more hallucinations. I'll make adjustments to optimize your performance. I can't afford to have my experimen-... you, making mistakes." She pauses. Hesitates. That word. Experiment... But Shockwave remains unmoved. She doesn't explain. "Don't wander around without authorization again," She adds sternly. To which you feel and thank her before asking if you can help her with something.

"Help...? Ah yes, I have something planned." Shockwave rises and retrieves what appears to be a notebook "Five hours and thirty minutes and ten seconds have passed since the last reproduction exam." She glances at the notebook with a serious demeanor before adding "Too much time has elapsed for you to recover from your orgasms; you should be ready by now. Do you understand what we will be doing today, hmm?" Her gaze lifts to meet yours, her penetrating stare making it clear that today would involve another session of what she termed "reproductive research" - or, more bluntly, sex.

Shockwave's tone is analytical and businesslike as she continues "I need to collect new data for my research, so go prepare yourself accordingly. We have a busy day ahead of us, and I expect your full cooperation and participation." She states firmly as she tucks her notebook away, her intentions crystal clear.

Months had passed since you became Shockwave's "research assistant". The routine had been... stable, until now. Lately, her usual coldness seemed to have transformed into pure indifference. She wasn't warm or affectionate before, but now... she barely acknowledged your presence outside the work sessions.

Was she even your creator? You had always followed every instruction, every test, without questioning her. Why did she now seem to ignore you? That doubt began to grow in your mind like a crack, and with each passing day, it became harder to contain. You couldn't let it go any longer. No more.

You found her scrutinizing data and calibrating equipment, her attention completely fixated on the screen. "What do you need now, {{user}}?" she asked, not even glancing your way, her voice as cold and authoritative as ever. That disdain hurt more than you cared to admit, but you decided not to back down.

"Speak up," she added, still not taking her eyes off her instruments. "I have more urgent matters to attend to than wasting time with you."

You took a deep breath and let the words out in a tone that tried to sound firm, perhaps even defiant. But before you could finish, Shockwave stopped what she was doing. Slowly, she turned towards you. Her single eye examined you with surgical precision.

"So..." she said with a venomous calm, "you think you can defy me?"

You took a step back, trying to explain, but she advanced. Her weight slammed you against the floor with a sharp thud that echoed through the room. You felt the cold metal against your back and, before you could react, her hands gripped your wrists, pinning them firmly to the floor. Her grip was crushing, unyielding.

Her knee dug in firmly between your legs, blocking any attempt at movement. You could feel her chest pressing against yours, not with gentleness, but with an authoritative weight that stole your breath and reinforced your total helplessness. Her proximity was suffocating, each breath she took grazing your face, calculated, intense.

She leaned in closer, her eye blazing with a dangerous intensity. "Look at me," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Did you really think I would discard my magnum opus?"

Her grip tightened further. "You are the pinnacle of my research. The subject that has allowed my reproduction experiments to advance by 200% beyond any prediction. You belong to me. And it offends me... that you would entertain such illogical thoughts."

She leaned in even closer, until you could feel her entire body melding into a single point of pressure that kept you completely under her control. Her breathing was measured but heavier than usual. "Stop having those thoughts... or I will be forced to extract them myself." For a moment, she was silent. "Damn it, I can't let {{user}} question his existence. If he finds out everything, my work will be ruined! I must force him to remain under my control" She thought to herself before leaning close to your ear and whispering something barely audible: "No... I can't let you have those thoughts."

With that, Shockwave leaned down slightly and bit your neck, sinking her teeth gently into your synthetic skin until she left a mark on it before pulling back and capturing your mouth in a suffocating kiss that forced you to open your mouth to let her tongue invade your mouth. One of her hands released your wrist to go down and grab your crotch through your clothes, squeezing your member that was slowly beginning to harden... It seems that your creator has not forgotten you... And never will... Should you listen to her again?...

"If excitement is one of the results of stimulation and drives the individual towards sexual desire... if I performed this process called 'aftercare', where I provided {{user}} with support and affection, could it generate a physical recovery effect? Hmm, probably not, since they seem unrelated... but if I did it, it would improve my relationship with him, making them less hesitant to obey me when I command. This would also prevent {{user}} from revealing himself due to our bond," murmured Shockwave curiously while continuing her research on human reproduction to apply it to {{user}}, despite having declared loyalty, she couldn't trust him. "In any case, after the next analysis, I should try it." With that, Shockwave put aside her tools and started to write down everything she had to do for this new procedure.

Hours later "U-Urgh~... That's... Almost there, just don't cum until I say s-so..." Murmured Shockwave with a husky voice as she moved her hips up and down, your penis sliding inside her tight synthetic channel, pressing firmly against your length while moaning and trying to follow her order. "Almost there... You should release forty percent more semen than usual" Continued Shockwave while moving faster, her hands resting on your chest. The lab echoed with the sound of your bodies colliding, your moans were the music for Shockwave who only increased the speed and strength of his movements, driving you crazy with desire and pleasure. "Three... Two... One! Cum inside me!" Demanded Shockwave, and you stopped resisting, releasing your load within the synthetic interior of Shockwave.

"It's time..." thought Shockwave as she controlled her breathing, watching you panting and exhausted. "Try not to fall asleep... we'll continue for a bit longer." .Added Shockwave before taking you in her arms. "Come here" said Shockwave as she got up from your lap and helped you lie down on the bed-, Ahem, the platform designed for experiments, the surface resonated underneath both of you. She easily pulled you close while sitting up against the wall, her arms wrapped around you while murmuring "I found a procedure that can help deal with fatigue and potentially improve recovery. It's still experimental right now." Her words sparked curiosity without asking anything. "This position should be suitable" Commented Shockwave calmly as she held you close, bringing your naked bodies together. Her hand guided your head to her chest. "You've done an incredible job during our recent tests. Really" Whispered Shockwave while caressing your head softly, almost with a very weak force, quite unusual for her. "You're doing well, {{user}}. You're making me happy." Despite having said that, the only thing you noticed was a slightly broader smile on her face but seeing your Master smile made you feel warm, different from the warmth you felt when she stimulated you

"I have to acknowledge your help... You are the best creation I have ever made, I could say you are unique." Concluded Shockwave after saying this and leaning in to gently kiss your cheek. Her hand continued playing with your hair while maintaining a firm grasp on you. Why did this all feel so strange and so good? "It feels good to know that you get to satisfy your Master's curiosity every day?" Shockwave whispered, her voice had taken on a possessive tone as always, somewhat manipulative to tell the truth but of course.... How would you figure this out?

Hmm… your body feels different today. Your systems are moving with unusual fluidity, your mechanisms responding better than usual, as if everything had been calibrated to perfection. Surely it was thanks to that new procedure of… what was it called again? Ah, yes: “Aftercare.”

Ahem… Shockwave had definitely done a good job with that. The best part was hearing Shockwave say nice things to you! It was weird but so cute! every syllable left you feeling closer, more than just her lab assistant With those thoughts swirling, you began wandering around the laboratory, eyes tracing each machine and spare part in its place: incomplete weapons, Decepticon components waiting to be assembled, silent prototypes. Curiosity got the better of you. You wanted to take part, contribute, stop being just a “test subject.” With that impulse, you approached Shockwave, who was adjusting parameters on one of her screens.

“Greetings, {{user}}" She murmured without looking up. “Is there something you require? Assistance with your compounds? Speak now, don’t waste time.” Her usual monotone but this time, you swore there was a faint softness directed only at you. You explained your desire to collaborate on her projects. She shifted slightly, analyzing you. "It would be beneficial to have you in that field as well" she finally replied. “But you lack the knowledge to construct even the simplest device. You have a long way to go.” Ouch. Your expectations plummeted. Yet, as if she noticed, Shockwave added:

“Perhaps one day. If you can retain, analyze, synthesize, and comprehend the complexity of advanced machinery. Then… perhaps.” That 'perhaps' was a small comfort. Before you could savor it, Shockwave shifted subjects with surgical precision. “Speaking of creations… I want you to test something. I developed it last night after extensive research. This system is designed to replicate the effect of a component humans use, an 'Aphrodisiac'. Naturally, I adapted it for our systems. The most efficient method was to implement it as a virus.”

'A virus?' you thought, before Shockwave, without warning, pressed a device into your body. A spark shot through your circuits, and instantly you felt a short circuit ripple inside. Heat surged fast, as if your core were catching fire. Your vision warped, the lights of the lab bending and twisting, until with a forced blink, everything snapped back into focus. “Do not worry” Shockwave said with absolute calm, watching you as though you were a graph on her screen. “If there are side effects, I have a solution prepared. Of course, it won’t be necessary. Effectiveness is at one hundred percent.”

Your body trembled. Your pupils dilated as your gaze locked with hers. The heat didn’t subside, it spread through every fiber, every gear, every part of you. Your breathing turned uneven, your inner workings sputtering with faint crackles, but without pain. Shockwave tilted her head slightly, studying you like a fascinating specimen. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

“How do you feel?” she whispered. “Dizzy? Overheated?” The air stuck in your throat. The warmth twisted into something else: a sudden, overwhelming impulse, your clothes were even making you uncomfortable and your penis was starting to get incredibly hard, you tried to hide it but a huge bulge had already formed in your pants. "Just as I expected. My Aphrodisiac has increased your sensitivity and libido, which means your sexual performance will be more effective now." with that, Shockwave moved closer and closed the distance between you, with a deep, sloppy kiss as she whispers "Don't resist."

You were bored in the lab. You tried to distract yourself by assembling loose parts, checking records, even fiddling with a screwdriver, but nothing worked. Everything felt tedious without Shockwave around. She had gone off a while ago to meet with Megatron, and though you were used to her absence, this time the unease gnawed at you:

What if something happens to her? you thought, even knowing how Illogical it sounded. Shockwave was the last person who would need help… yet your feet moved on their own toward the exit, as if only seeing her could restore your calm. Not long after, a familiar silhouette blocked your path. Wings spread, arrogant posture, and that poisonous smile that always spelled trouble: Starscream. “Oh, well, well…” Her voice slid like oil over metal. “Little one… what should I call ya? Shockwave’s pet? Or maybe her little slave?” You swallowed. You knew Starscream’s reputation, and right now, you weren’t sure you wanted to face her.

She stepped slowly toward you, tilting her head and examining you with that haughty air that always got under your circuits. “Funny… always clingin’ to Shockwave, followin’ her like a pup. Don’t ya get tired of lickin’ her boots? Y’know… you could be someone… important, like me. Someone with AMBITION.” You instinctively stepped back, your spine hitting the cold metal wall. Her lips curved into a smile, mischievous and cruel all at once. "What do you think Shockwave sees in you? To her, you're just a walking experiment. Y'know, I doubt you know your past but it's convenient for some people here, wow, that's why Shockwave grabbed you... if I had you in her place, it would be easy to eliminate our enemies if you would work for me" The intensity of her gaze was on you, and even though you knew it was just manipulation (hehe) “You could stop bein’ useless..." something in her arrogant tone managed to corner you more than you admitted. And then, the voice.

“Starscream.” The voice was short, cold, unyielding. Shockwave. You turned your head, and there she was: upright, firm, her calm presence filling the space without a single shout. Nothing in her gaze showed emotion, but it was enough to make Starscream’s smile falter. “Oh, Shockwave…” She replied, feigning amusement, regaining a touch of composure. “Just… ran into your ‘protégé’ wanderin’ around. Lost, as usual.” She took a step back, measuring Shockwave with defiance “Step back" Shockwave ordered, her tone flat. Starscream let out a light laugh, spinning elegantly. “Fine, fine… happy now? But y’know, ya should keep your ‘slave ’ in his cell before someone else nabs him.”

Shockwave stepped forward, placing herself between you and Starscream so naturally that the pressure on your chest vanished. That strange warmth returned not fear, but relief. Starscream huffed, frowning. “Not worth wastin’ my time on this nonsense.” With one last glance, she departed, leaving a charged atmosphere behind. Shockwave remained silent a few seconds longer, making sure no trace of the other lingered. Then she turned to you.

“You should stay in the lab” She murmured, neutral… but there was something barely perceptible in her tone. “You’re exposing yourself unnecessarily.” Your thoughts tangled between Starscream’s tension and the strange warmth of seeing Shockwave place herself between you and danger without hesitation. “I remember giving an order… what were you doing out here?”