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They lay still as Wrench fiddled with the wiring underneath their neck access panel. As much as Electra was looking forward to this, it was still a very big deal to bestow this level of trust to their repair truck. Joule stroked their hair while Volta and Killerwatt held a hand each, every single Component contributing to make them feel safer and relaxed. Ready for what was to come.
Wrench let out a hum of approval, nodding to her master. "I've got the correct wires," she noted. "Are you ready?"
After a brief pause and a deep breath, Electra gave a gentle nod. Joule sighed. "Master, that's not enough. You know we need to hear you say it." Looking amused, Electra leaned in (as best as they could, with Wrench's delicate fingers in their neck) and kissed Joule briefly, before adding "I'm ready."
Wrench, now having full consent to proceed, disconnected Electra's audiovisual wires as carefully as she could, describing her actions as she worked for everyone's benefit, and wrapping the ends in a little insulating tape to prevent them from catching on anything internally. Closing the access panel was a little trickier given Electra was suddenly without sight or sound, and was reacting as such.
For Electra, the first to go was hearing. They heard Wrench say "I'm now removing the audi-", and with a hiss of static she cut off. Zero input wasn't unpleasant, but certainly disorientating to not know what was happening. They couldn't simply look over given the area Wrench was working in. And then, without warning, the lights went out. Electra jumped in surprise, letting out some kind of noise - a gasp? A gentle whine or moan? They couldn't hear what they were doing. And that, somehow, made it all the more delicious.
Hands ran over them, soothing them, offering a distraction from the total lack of information about their current state. A featherlight touch ran up their left leg and found a narrow seam near their hip that, oh, they had definitely told Volta about in a more private moment. But was that Volta, or had he simply shared it with the others the second Electra couldn't hear him do so?
Electra gasped. Being unable to see or hear intensified every other sensation, and the surely gentle tickling at their plating seams felt unbearably good, sending jolts straight to their core. Starlight, who was that? Could it be Joule? Or was she the one currently forcing their arms apart and into cuffs over their head? Wait, what? Scrap it all, now they really were at their Components mercy.
More hands joined at the right hip seam, finding it similarly sensitive, and Electra moaned, all their pent up tension converting into pure arousal. Now unable to reach down and touch their Components back, they pulled at the cuffs and whined. The cuffs were, in all honesty, quite nice. Not new to their play, certainly, but never in tandem with this deprivation scene. Electra kicked their legs around, hoping that *somebody* would get the hint as they writhed and-
-oh, Starlight, yes. 4 strong hands moved from those hip seams down to their ankles, pinning them down. Electra felt themselves being pulled into a deep kiss, and went with it, not 100% sure who they were kissing, but figuring this was probably Joule. She was passionate and feisty, turning a kiss into a battle, and restrained and distracted as Electra was, she was most definitely winning.
They almost didn't notice the point at which pinning arms became restricting cuffs, but when Joule tugged on their hair to deepen the kiss, Electra realised that the hands had moved back up towards their hips and they still couldn't move their legs. Damn, this was hot. They would have to ask their Components to do it again. The roaming hands were nearly impossible to keep track of, but so far as Electra could tell, Joule was kissing them, the strength on their legs and hips suggested it was probably Volta and Killerwatt teasing them so, which meant that Wrench had been the one to get them into the cuffs. She'd always had a knack for bondage, even going so far as to learn shibari for the group. Furthermore, Electra wouldn't be surprised if Joule was bossing everyone around; when they let her, she did like to take a dominant role. As if to confuse their racing thoughts, Joule pulled back, allowing them just a moment to breathe before another, different Component (Wrench?) attacked their mouth with fervent desire.
Volta and Killerwatt now moved aside, just for a moment, as a third set of hands - presumably Joule - deftly ran their nails down both seams, eliciting a squeal from Electra. The motion wasn't simply to tease though, as their entire codpiece detached in one fell swoop, exposing their already wet valve and spike. Where did that minx learn such a move? Their spike, aching for release, pressurised quickly, the air itself almost painful. Following someone shifting around on the berth, their valve was enveloped by a warm mouth with a skilled tongue. Mmm, Electra knew this was Killerwatt beyond a shadow of a doubt. The security truck was good with his hands, yes, but his top skill (in Electra's obviously correct opinion) lay with blowing spike and eating valve like nobody's business.
As Killerwatt alternated between their valve and inner thighs, licking and sucking, teasing little gasps and moans out of Electra, Wrench suddenly pulled back from what had been an exquisite kiss and began trailing kisses down their jawline and neck, biting into the softer metal occasionally just enough that it would bruise. Starlight, she knew how they felt about visible marks. What a way to rile them up, knowing that everyone tomorrow will see the bites and knows what a good time they all had. Electra let out a whimper at this, and then a second at the fact they still couldn't hear or see anything.
They loved this; being completely helpless, though they'd be loathe to admit it. The truth had rather unexpectedly arisen during some necessary upgrades. Wrench had needed to disconnect some sensory functions in order to replace their old microphones, and the drivers for their visual input had an update. Lying on the repair bench, being blinded and deafened somewhat against their control, Electra had simply come. No spectacle, no fuss, Wrench wasn't even touching them at the time. They'd had the much needed 'debrief' when everything was back online, and ever since, the cat was out of the bag.
Their mind was drawn sharply back to the present by the feeling of someone crawling up the berth, past their spike, chest and neck, coming to rest straddled across their face. Electra wasn't quite sure who this was or what they were doing until a hand caressed their cheek and a spike rather unceremoniously appeared against their lips. Volta, right. He'd never been known for subtlety, but loved the rare times Electra would submit to him and suck his spike instead of the other way around, as the dynamic usually went.
Electra, despite everything - despite wanting this, agreeing to it - wasn't in the mood to give in *that* easily. They shut their mouth firmly, finding even that action difficult considering how good Killerwatt was making them feel, and turned their head away. Or tried to, at least. Volta squeezed his thighs to Electra's head, stopping them in their tracks. He also took hold of Electra's hair, careful not to make too much of a mess, and held them firmly in place. Electra felt, somewhere below Volta, their legs being forced away from crushing Killerwatt into their valve, and then two sharp, stinging slaps, one to each thigh, triggered an involuntary gasp, giving Volta the opportunity to force his spike into Electra's waiting mouth.
Their whine of annoyance was muffled, and gave way entirely as they started to suck and swirl their tongue around the head. Even if this was a somewhat forced situation, they'd be damned, they'd even tell Greaseball she was a better racer, before giving a shit blowjob. So they gave their all to getting Volta off, the truck's spike slightly cold in their mouth as he thrust gently. Electra moaned around it as they felt the continuation of Wrench's kisses and even some gentle massaging along every seam on their chest - she seemed determined to leave a little kiss on every part of their body.
Killerwatt was, for some reason, seemingly lifting himself up even while eating out their valve, and Electra was incredibly confused until they felt a cold, lubed up finger pressing at their rear. They squealed around Volta’s spike and began to thrash against the cuffs. Anal wasn't something Electra was against, definitely not, but with the heightened physical sensations it probably would be just too much. The finger persisted and slowly began to enter, and in a panic Electra began snapping their fingers. Every hand, mouth, and the unwelcome finger withdrew, Volta lifting himself up and out of Electra's mouth to allow the engine to speak.
They gasped and caught their breath first, before exclaiming: “Not anal, it's too much! I- I can't do it now, please, please-” The begging was cut off by a gentle stroke of their hair, smoothing it down where Volta had grabbed it. They didn't even know if the words had come out correctly, until a gentle kiss to their forehead was coupled with somebody, Killerwatt, settling back down in place between their legs, blocking the sensitive back entrance from further access. They sighed in contentment, almost forgetting their normally dominant self as they arched upwards in search of Volta's spike. Volta settled himself back down and took over petting their hair, as some reward for a job well done, and it did make Electra feel appreciated. Killerwatt and Wrench both returned to their tasks, as did Electra. But not before a body lifted itself up and over their core - and eased slowly and carefully down onto their so far ignored spike. Electra shivered and whimpered into Volta's own spike as the multiple sensations swelled and overlapped - tongues and fingers mercilessly targeting their valve and each delicate seam, Volta thrusting ever harder now, leaving them with little ability to do anything but moan and gag occasionally, and now Joule riding them, her valve warm and tight around their spike as she rolled back and forth, no doubt being plenty loud herself.
Volta's thrusting lost its rhythm and Electra sputtered as he came, tangy and warm down their throat. Electra swallowed as best as they could but knew they were probably a mess right now, even more so when Volta pulled out and sent the last few spurts onto their forehead and cheeks. Intentionally? Electra thought so. Volta was in for such a spanking next time they were alone.
They didn't have much time to rest and breathe as Volta and Wrench swapped out, presenting them with her valve, and a new challenge. They'd actually never eaten Wrench or Joule out before, usually persuading Killerwatt to do it. But it couldn't be too difficult - even with the pleasure threatening to overwhelm them at any moment. In fact, Electra could still use Killerwatt. They started to replicate what he was doing to them right now, and the effect was instantaneous, Wrench grinding down with a scary intensity that threatened to literally drown Electra at any moment. But they persisted, breathing be damned, relying instead on the auxiliary vents which Volta happened to be currently kissing and teasing, oh Starlight, until Joule climaxed with a shudder, pulsing around their spike. This triggered a chain reaction of sorts, Electra overloading once from Joule’s valve, then again from Killerwatt eating them out so well. They moaned deep into Wrench’s valve, which pressed even more forcefully onto their face as the vibrations tipped her over the edge too.
After coming down from their double orgasm, Electra must've been out of it for a few seconds, because the next sensation they were aware of was a spike pressing into their oh-so-sensitive valve. Electra whimpered, remembering that Killerwatt was now the only truck still waiting for release, and that he was more often than not quite rough when it came to sex. They realised that their legs were no longer cuffed to the berth in the same spot, having been lifted up and resecured near their arms, bending their frame almost in half. There was truly no escape then: here comes Killerwatt, with Electra spread so vulnerably for him, and they realise that the other components have not abandoned the pair. They continued to kiss and lick every reachable part of them - no plate or seam going untouched.
Killerwatt drove deeply into Electra's valve, further and further, until he bottomed out. They moaned deeply, and then Killerwatt began to move, slowly gathering pace and intensity until Electra is pretty sure they're screaming from the sheer power and the overwhelming sensation. It hurts. It's good. Let them free. Starlight, let them come! Killerwatt continued, hitting the delicate wire node inside them that makes them see stars, again and again, until they collapse into an impossibly strong overload, shrieking and crying from just how good it feels. Killerwatt must have been close too, for he only lasts a couple more thrusts before he's spilling into Electra, not relenting, still pushing his master more and more, until it all stops.
And then he pulls out, and Electra's legs are released, and by the time they're lowered back down on the berth, the exhausted, satisfied engine is out for the count.
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When Electra comes to, the first thing they're immediately aware of is that their neck panel is open. The careful fingers they know to be Wrench's are poking around in there, and just a few seconds later their audio receptors click back on, allowing Electra to hear gentle panting - their own, for sure - and the sound of someone rolling around on the bathroom tiles. Following the audio came the visual. Electra braced themselves for this, as occasionally it made them a little dizzy, but they were pleasantly surprised to feel completely fine as the ceiling appeared and then focused above them. Wrench, kneeling next to them on the berth, gave them a big smile and a tender kiss. “Welcome back,” she whispered.
Electra couldn't speak yet. Not that they wanted to, really; with all the endorphins still coursing through their pipes, they felt as if they were on a soft cloud. Or indeed, in a very comfortable berth cuddle puddle with their Components. They smiled and hummed, leaning against Killerwatt, who had curled up against them. The truck was hugging them tightly, and looked up as Electra moved closer. He had tears streaking down his face - not especially common for the normally stoic truck, but Electra supposed since they had passed out from Killerwatt fucking them, it made sense for him to be a little worried. Not able to voice their love, they snuggled in, kissing and hugging their sweet KW, stroking their hair, and as many other non-verbal reassurances as they could muster.
Joule, resting on their other side in between them and Wrench, looked very, very satisfied. She reached out to the pair and took Killerwatt’s spare hand. “You should both be proud of yourselves. Master, you took everything we gave you so well and were good to speak up when you were uncomfortable. And Killerwatt, the pleasure you gave Master was unrivalled. Look how pleased they are with you.”
With the gentle touching and kind words, Killerwatt began to look happier, more relaxed, and Electra sighed as they started to feel sleepy, the adrenaline disappearing and leaving their body completely wiped out. As they drifted though, they became aware of a warm sensation on their face. Opening their eyes, Electra found Volta, somewhat sheepishly cleaning Electra's face. “You were irresistible, Master. I hope you can understand.” Electra nodded, and let their eyes flutter closed again, the damp cloth soothing them ever further.
Before sleep overtook them, Electra found the strength to whisper:
“I love you all. Thank you.”