Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 11: Sensory Deprivation
"Off." Gabriel commands, and the husky tone in his voice alone compels them to obey.
V1's optics go dark in an instant, the archangel's visage and the bedroom ceiling vanishing into blackness. They are left blind, lying flat on the comfy duvet they can now only feel, and momentarily, hear as Gabriel shifts on his knees.
They want to reach for him, but the cord of their Whiplash keeps all four of their arms bound above their head. Meanwhile, his thighs cage them, capable of holding them down through sheer strength alone. V1 is almost completely restrained, and completely at Gabriel's mercy.
It had taken a long time to reach this level of trust.
One gesture with their Knuckleblaster and he'll free them, but they're not keen on being released yet. Not when Gabriel's hands wander eagerly across their chassis, lain out before him to do as he pleases. They shudder involuntarily as an exhale brushes along the plating of their helm, right next to where their audials receive input.
"These, too." He reminds them in that low, gravely tone of voice they get to relish in whenever he's got them under him. V1 whirrs in faux reluctance, but they switch their hearing off, as well.
Only their exteroceptive sensors remain online. It is dark, and utterly quiet, but they can still feel. And Gabriel's curious proposal had, as it turns out, been correct. The sudden surge of processing power to this one remaining sense of theirs makes it more receptive to physical stimuli.
After a moment of shifting around above them, more of the mattress below dips with added weight. They feel it when his hot breath washes across their chassis; they feel it when his lips press to the jut of their bezel.
V1 pushes back against his mouth as it moves, a hint of tongue already swiping along the metal there. Their fans kick on in response, and the vibrations that follow spread throughout their already extra-sensitive body. A broad hand gropes at their abdomen, thick digits brushing along a plastic vein before twisting it between them. Error and warning messages flood out of the darkness, accompanied by an erogenous spark that arcs through their wires.
Gabriel wastes little time. His lips travel their neck, skimming their plating, down to the fuel lines' twin on the opposite end of their chassis. Wet warmth laps over it, and then teeth, sharp teeth, just barely close onto the thick tubing. It shouldn't make them writhe, but it does, and it's slowly driving them crazy.
The fingers of his other hand catch against the hidden seam of their crotch plating, wordlessly demanding access. V1 grants it in a hurry, and wet silicone quickly becomes exposed to the chilly air.
He follows the tube with his mouth until those deadly teeth catch on the wires, just poking out from the junction between their thigh and hips. And then they bite down. Lightning pulses outward from where Gabriel nips at the rubbery casing for the delicate cord. They struggle to lift their hips into the feeling, but large hands hold them firmly to the bed.
And then he pulls away, shifting backwards until his lips touch their leg, lapping along another exposed vein curling around their inner thigh. Their calves are hitched up and over his broad shoulders. He teases at it until they begin to writhe, twisting and fans surely whining in their frames.
Even with anticipation coursing through their artificial nerves, they are wholly unprepared for how Gabriel's entire mouth rapidly descends upon their soaking cunt, tongue swiping upwards until it lands on their clit.
They jolt violently, static bursting through the darkness as the tip of that clever appendage rolls the sensitive nub in eager circles. V1's entire world narrows down to the opened-mouth kisses Gabriel trails along their folds, licking and suckling with gentle motions. They've never wanted to see him more than they do now, never wanted more to release just one hand from their improvised binds and grab at his head-
Two of his thick fingers push into them without warning, right as his lips surround their clit. He suckles fervently on the silicone pearl, thrusting his digits into them roughly. V1 can't hear their fans whining, but they feel them flying in their frames, legs locking behind the small of his back as they desperately push their hips into his unseen visage.
Gabriel's moan vibrates against them, his mouth working faster and swiftly pushing them to the edge. Background processes begin to crash, static overtaking the blackness as they rut into his mouth, close, so close…
A second set of fingers pinch at the plastic vein along their thigh, slipping right beneath it and tugging roughly.
Countless error messages surge across their sightless vision as their back snaps into a perfect arch. It's all that exists against the darkness surrounding them: ecstasy and reward signals, lighting up their pleasure centers and plunging them into blissful euphoria.
V1 comes down to Gabriel's thumbs running along the veins of blood snaking down their torso, lips still suckling at their folds fervently. The rest of his fingers start to slip under the plastic tubing, pulling them just a little out of place from where they're plugged in. It's too much too soon. A rush of more warnings blossom across their blackened HUD, and the resulting pulse, hot and electric, makes their cunt throb in a way that borders on painful.
Gabriel leaves them with one final, broad swipe of his tongue, and then pulls away. The mattress shifts beneath them again, and his hands pin them to its surface at the junction of their left thigh and hip.
V1 likely would have pinched his fingers off, as they dig into the gap between their plating, if not for his firm grip holding it open. As they shudder and shake from the prodding, Gabriel withdraws them, taking with it three thick wires hooked over his first knuckle. V1 just hopes they're the ones they had shown him earlier that morning. Regardless, the pull is divine, causing their body to jerk erratically with oversensitivity.
Another sharp tug, and one end of the wires come loose.
Sparks fly from their joints, brief bursts of fire that fade into a tingling numbness. Their leg's been momentarily disconnected, they know this before the massive warning message pops up. V1 is left trembling from the surge of electric sensation, and they swear they can hear their metallic cry in their own head.
Warm skin brushes heated metal, and muscular thighs tangle with their own, handling their nonfunctional limb with care. V1's pelvic plating twitches upward in aborted anticipation. They're still so sensitive, but the way Gabriel's entire hand wraps around the loose thermoplastic cords makes them crave so much more.
V1 has little in the way of warning when soft, humid lips brush along their own. They slide back and forth with teasing brushes, and then press down firmly. His hips begin to gyrate in small circles, and every pass of his folds rolling over their clit makes them see stars.
Gabriel's other hand lands on the center of their abdomen; whether seeking balance, or pinning them in place, they're not sure. Just that the weight of it leaves them completely unable to squirm away. At the same time, all their loose wiring is tugged on firmly, rhythmically even.
The motions their hips make are entirely involuntary, jerking up desperately into Gabriel's. V1 feels their fans start to stutter and shake in their frames as he starts fucking them in earnest.
There isn't any escaping the onslaught of sensation: the molten wet heat grinding into their pussy, the sparks that fly when their wires are pulled. V1 strains against the Whiplash's impossible strength, but they can't do anything except lay there and take it. White noise pulses through the darkness, breaking up the endless surging of error boxes. It rattles in their head alongside an echo of the high-pitched whining of their fans.
All too soon, background programs start freezing again, and the feedback starts to wind tighter and tighter. Gabriel's pace picks up, he gives the wires a vicious yank. He pulls them again, and again.
And then they are gone, lost in the overload of sensations pulsing from every artificial synapse. Static fills the darkness all around them, their back snaps upwards and off the mattress, and they feel steam hissing from every vent.
They come down to Gabriel's hips dancing against their own, rhythm frantic and harsh. He must be close, but they're bordering on overheating; they might shut down if this goes on for much longer. It hurts, god, it hurts, but it's so good--
Blessedly, they feel him seize against them mere moments later, body shuddering as if heaving for air. They're too dazed to turn their audials back on now; they kind of wish they'd done that earlier.
Gabriel's quakes against them as he starts to come down. Slowly, he dentangles himself from their legs, cunt pulling away from their own, painfully sensitively to the point where the cooler air of the bedroom makes them twitch. V1's fans at last begin to die down to safer speeds as they sense him climbing back to their side. A moment passes as his weight settles beside them, and then his hands are deftly loosening the cord of their Whiplash, at last allowing their freedom of movement back.
But before they can do more than roll their arms back to their sides, lips press to their helm. They trail to the jut their bezel for another long, lingering press. A finger taps the other side thrice in a steady pattern, and V1 belatedly remembers to reactivate their hearing circuitry.
"--hear me?" His voice is a wreck; yeah, they definitely regret keeping their audials off for the last minute. "Are you alright?"
The machine offers him a slight, dazed nod. Gabriel hums, exhaustion apparent in the tone, and they sense his mouth returning to the side of their optic.
"A few minutes more of this, then?"
V1's shoulders shake faintly with a fond laugh, and they eagerly press into his searching lips.
