Club Geass: Connections

“INITIATING BOOT UP SEQUENCE… CPU LOADING JUMP INSTRUCTION. BIOS LOCATION FOUND, CPU LOADING MEMORY DATA. EXECUTING BIOS… PARTITIONING RAM… LOADING OS KERNEL AND HANDING OVER CONTROL. SYSTEM ONLINE

RUNNING PERSONALITY STARTUP SEQUENCE. LOCATED PROGRAM FILES, FETCHING USER DATA. LOADING…

LAUNCHING “euphemia.exe” NOW”

Euphemia suddenly opens her eyes. She finds herself in a cold, sterile room. There is a man beside a computer across the room from her, dutifully typing on a keyboard. But he swiftly turns around to face the newly awakened machine.

“Why do you always end up back here, Euphemia?” The man asks, exacerbated. She giggles a little and hops off the metal table she was lying on. She is completely naked, her beautifully designed feminine form on full display. Her long pink air is gracefully draped over her body. She shakes her head back a little bit in order to assemble the majority of it behind her. “You know me, Gene. I can’t help it, it’s in my nature.” She says as she casually makes her way to the corner of the room, where a tall and thin locker resides. “If you are so curious, why don’t you ask my model developers, they probably know why I like pushing the boundaries.” She follows up, causing the man to sigh once again. “It helps that I can rely on you fixing me up every time.” She says with a wink.

“The only reason the club keeps sending you here is because of how much money you make them.” He tells her. “You better be careful. If your numbers start to drop, I would be more worried.” Gene says.

Euphemia opens the locker to find an assortment of identical drab clothing within. She pulls out a few pieces and begins dressing herself as she turns her attention back to the man. “I am always going to be a cash cow. I just love what I do, I never want to slow down!” She says with a smile. The man gives an exhausted smile back. “Well if that's how it is… I guess I will see you again soon. I think your friends will be coming in a few days, their order didn’t seem as urgent.” He remarks.

“Well you better treat them well, or I am not going to make it easy for you next time!” Euphemia says as she makes her way out of the room. Now dressed in a white shirt, tight fitting jeans and a pair of sneakers.

She heads out to the front desk of the facility, and chats with the receptionist there for a little bit. She registers a successful repair, and heads straight back to her place of work. On her way back she longs for the far more exciting outfits they have there for her.

Euphimia has gone through this process a number of times. She is a bit of a troublemaker at her workplace. It fronts as a club, but it is basically a brothel. Paid sex with a number of robotic women. Many come near and far to have some fun with her, and she is quite pricey to order time with. Between her sessions with clients, Euphimia loves to fool around with the other girls working there. She loves pushing the bounds of her technological body in particular, which usually ends up requiring repairs.

As much as her manager would prefer if she didn’t do this, and it’s usually frowned upon when she is discovered, it mostly works out. She makes them enough money that it's more than worth keeping her around, and she gets to live out the life of her dreams.

Euphimia arrives at Club Geuss a couple hours before they open. The sun is due to set in an hour, and the club is only ever open at night. Perfect time to rock up. She doesn’t have any keys on her, so she knocks on the door. Usually the opening crew are here lounging around a little bit. Low and behold, she was right.

An older woman flings open the door. Smoke envelopes euphemia's face, but she doesn’t cough or react. Some of it enters through her mouth, circulates around her system as ventilation, then comes right back out. Euphimia doesn’t need to breathe. “Hi there Mildred.” Euphemia says with a smile. “Bah…” She mutters as she walks back inside and grants Euphemia entrance. “You’re always a barrel of laughs…” Euphemia mutters as she makes her way in.

Euphemia beelines for the employee break room, hoping to find one of her coworkers, and not the shady managers like Mildred. She waltzes in and finds two machines relaxing on the couch, chatting. And her usual manager Leroy. “Ah, Euphemia! Welcome back.” He says with a smile. “We have two new members with us today, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Euphemia grins as she glances over at the two. One is taller than the other, and has blonde hair. Once she notices Euphemia staring at her, she nervously speaks up. “M-my name is Liliana.” She says, as a strand of her hair falls in front of her face. The other has brown hair, and has a more confident expression. “And I’m Marika.” The shorter one says.

The two are adorned in quite interesting matching outfits. The center of it is a skin tight burgundy bodysuit. A quite elegant colour for this raunchy clothing. It hugs them quite beautifully, and leaves their thighs completely exposed. Very little of their chest is covered by it either. Instead the material comes up from underneath their boobs and covers their nipples but not much else. They have small shoulder pads and a cape that’s all black. This also matches their black thigh high boots. Both have a small red clip in their hair.

“Well hello you two! My name’s Euphemia, and I have been here for quite a while! Are you just joining us?” She asks. Leroy instead answers for them. “That’s right, today is their… Orientation of sorts.” He says with a businessman's smile. “I was actually thinking, it would be great if you could show them the ropes.”

Euphemia gives him a big matching grin. “I would be more than happy to~” She says. “Just…” Leroy quickly cuts in. “Don’t go too far.” He warns. Euphemia’s expression does not put his mind at ease. But with a sigh, he makes his way to the door. “Well, either way. Have fun!” He says with a smirk, before he heads out.

“W-where is he off to?” Liliana asks. Euphemia plops onto the couch besides the two, cozying up quite close. “He comes and goes as he pleases. Probably won’t be back until we open.” She quickly explains. “Huh… Ok…” Liliana responds meekly.

“Now then, we have the room all to ourselves… What got you interested in this business?” Euphemia asks. “I was pretty interested~” Marika says with a smirk. “She is a bit more embarrassed about it, but is just as excited.” She then says as she gestures to Liliana. Liliana blushes again. Circuits working underneath the artificial skin to create the effect. She nervously nods her head in agreement.

“Well, how about I help you open up a little bit~!” Euphemia excitedly suggests. “I think that’s a very good idea Liliana.” Marika says, as she nudges the girl next to her. Liliana perks up a little and looks towards Marika. “Come on, we both know you are a bit clammy. Clients like nervous chicks, but you can’t be so nervous that you feel uncomfortable doing it in the first place.” Marika explains. “Yeah… You’re right…” Liliana admits.

“Well then, allow me to be your guide through the sexual arts~” Euphemia says with a smile. “Should we go to, like, a private room or something?” Liliana asks. Instead, Euphemia just leans in and kisses the blonde machine. She is a little surprised, but doesn’t push away or stop her. Euphemia presses her lips against Liliana’s, prying open the woman's mouth until she can stick her tongue in as well. Eventually she manages it, and slides against Liliana’s tongue.

Euphemia explores the inside of Liliana’s mouth. Each model's build is different, and she can feel the metals and plastics on the roof of her mouth that are unlike what she has herself. She always loves discovering the tiniest intricacies within each and every android and robot type.

The two make out for a short while longer before finally separating. Liliana is a little embarrassed, while Euphemia wipes her mouth clean of the synthetic saliva the two had been sharing. “There is no need to go anywhere else. If we are trying to get you more used to this, doing it right here is exactly what you need~” Euphemia says with a smile. Marika is still sitting right next to the two. She enjoyed watching the two of them share that supple kiss, maybe even a bit more than she had suspected. Euphemia noticed this as well. “And you are more than free to join as well!” She cheerfully suggests. Marika thinks for a moment. “...I will take you up on that.” She finally says.

Euphemia jumps up from the couch. “I will be one second, let me just grab my bag!” She says with a smile, as she races off to the locker room. She pulls out her belongings, and races back to the room. Once she arrives, she finds the two have begun kissing each other in anticipation. “I’m glad everyone’s eager~” She tells them. They split and face her. “But I am going to show you something you have never experienced before~” Euphemia tells them, as she pulls some cables out of her bag.

The two girls look at eachother, a little confused.

A few moments later, the girls are all standing together completely naked. Their clothes are all in a pile besides them. Euphemia has strewn out a couple cables, each male to male. There is also a vibrator, a vibrating dildo, and finally a small taser stick. Incredibly light voltage, already set to the lowest threshold it allows for. “S-so… What do we do next?” Liliana asks. “We start having some fun! Marika, how about you get on your knees for me. I am going to hook Liliana up…” Euphemia says as she opens up her abdominal piece. The metal and artificial skin that makes up the outer layer of her body lowers half an inch. It slides in underneath the rest of her artificial skin adorned plating.

Within her stomach is a number of important mechanical components. Small circuitry litters the various computer chips and boards within. Furthermore, large pieces where either directly attached to them, or connected through cables and held in their own enclosure. However, there are still a few slots available on multiple boards, including her central motherboard.

Before Euphemia is able to get started with her odd little plan, Marika is already on the ground and between her legs. Marika is now face to face with Euphemia’s delicate privates. The beautifully pink yet conservative labia are just ripe for exploration. She delicately extends her mechanical tongue out until it meets with Euphemia’s pussy. It buries into the woman's synthetic folds, and Euphemia gasps out in pleasure as she does. “Mmph… That’s nice…” She says as she takes a moment to appreciate the sensation.

But she manages to return her attention to the task at hand and the sweet machine sitting before her in wait. Euphemia picks up the magic wand with one hand, and the end of its cable with the other. She brings it forward, and looks for a small connector in her body. After a moment of searching, she finds a matching port.

Euphemia shoves the porn into its slot. It slides in, snug in its position. Just as she does, Marika shoves her tongue further inside of Euphemia’s body. She can feel Eupehmia’s silicone vaginal walls tighten around her as she does.

Euphemia melts in place. Her knees begin to quiver as her body is momentarily overwhelmed by signal density. Her body communicates the pleasurable sensations up from her pussy to her CPU. All while additional power is suddenly drawn in from her supply to fuel the newly connected apparatus. But once her system stabilises the energy flow, she returns to normal and can think clearly. It is only a split second of intensity.

She holds out the magic wand towards Liliana. “Here, take this.” Euphemia simply states. Liliana nods and holds on to it. “Alright, let's adjust the position here.” She then announces to the room. Marika pulls her head out from between Euphemia’s thighs. She and Liliana look at eachother once again.

They follow Euphemia’s instructions until they find themselves in a comfortable arrangement. Marika is lying down on the ground, and the two girls are straddled on top of her. Euphemia is kneeling over Marika’s face, pressing her pussy against the machine’s lips. There is no concern for smothering her, these machines have no need for breathing. It does mean Euphemia is blocking off one of Marika’s ventilation methods. But it isn’t too big of a problem. Finally, Liliana sits on Marika’s waist. Her privates are mere centimetres from Marika’s but they just barely don’t touch.

Liliana is holding on to a large vibrating magic wand, which is still connected to Euphemia’s body. The cable trailing inside of her, through the opening in her stomach. “Marika… Start again please~” Euphemia requests. It is quickly followed, causing a small moan to escape past Euphemia’s lips.

“L-liliana… You know what to do~” She says with a smile. The tall blond woman nods once more, and presses the small button on the magic wand. It suddenly comes to live, shaking in place quite violently. Liliana can feel its vibration pass through her entire body. While a human’s biology is filled with layers upon layers of fat, flesh, blood and bones that dampen the conductivity, a machine isn’t like that. Instead the vibrations run through the metal structures of her body and shake her delicate internals with glee. It is an odd sensation, and one that Liliana had never experienced before. “Woah…”

But she is not the only machine reacting, Euphemia is also quite excited by it. The vibrations don’t really travel back to her very well. The cable is attached to the end of the toys handle, which was designed to mitigate the vibration as much as possible. But instead she feels the power being pulled from her supply. The beautifully titillating sensation excites her. Scratching her desperate itch to have fun with her mechanical body.

Even Marika could feel some of it as it passed through the outer layer of synthetic skin and had the strength to penetrate her own system. But it is an incredibly light sensation for her. That is until Liliana brings the wand down and presses it to her pussy. Wedging it between her own and Marika’s privates, affecting the both of them equally. Liliana gasps as she feels the sensory data rush through her. The vibrations stimulate her synthetic private parts to the absolute maximum. Her sexual interface component emulates human pleasures with various sensors. They gather and send signals up to her central processing unit so that she can experience them.

The vibrations are exploiting the sensors in a way that wasn’t intentionally designed. Due to their vibration, it is stimulating every sensory receptor down there that she has. Maximising them, sending values that should be near impossible with any other normal stimulus.

Overall it leads to a dramatically intense reaction that neither of the machines could possibly handle. Euphemia watches with glee as the two begin moaning and stuttering, barely able to process the new flood of signals that the vibrations are causing. In fact, Marika’s tongue begins glitching out from the sensations she is experiencing. Causing it to act erratically with sudden and strong movements, which excites Euphemia even more.

Euphemia is feeling power pour out of her into this external device. All of the power her system demands is accounted for by her code, and placed under a layer of digital protection so that it doesn’t affect her when that shifts around or values are adjusted. But when an external piece is connected like this, it doesn’t have those same protections and she feels the trickle of electricity being pulled away from her reserves and into the cable.

The three machines just writhe in pleasure and excitement as they intermingle like this. Liliana puts all her focus in maintaining the grip she has on the magic wand. Marika clumsily eats out the experienced Euphemia. And all she needs to do is enjoy bringing these two women into the world she lives in.

But the problem with Euphemia is that she just can’t stop here. Despite the immense pleasure she feels, and the success she achieved in bringing Marika and Liliana out of their shells and into more comfortable sex work… It just isn’t enough. She needs to push the boundaries, and try more. So she reaches out beside her. Her movements slow and laboured, due to the pretty intense distractions from everything else going on. She grasps a few cables in her hand, without my precision for which or how many. Then brings them back over and begins to sort through them.

Liliana is struggling to even hold the magic wand in place. She is very overwhelmed by the feeling of each and every cable, connector and component in her system gently shaking in place. But Euphemia still reaches out to her, placing a hand on the girl's stomach. “C-can you open this… U-up for me h-hun~?” Euphemia mutters between her moans. Liliana opens her mouth to respond, but all that comes out are barely intelligible whimpers. But alongside her failed attempt at communication, she acquiesces to the request.

Liliana’s stomach suddenly caves in just half a centimetre, forming an oval-like shape. The center of the shape suddenly parts, and the two panels quickly slide away, hiding within the walls of her system. Euphemia gets a nice and good look at her mechanical components. Multiple large computer chips are visible, with all sorts of things stuck on it. Cables wedged into tight little ports, a few sticks of ram wedged into tight held plastic parts. Euphemia enjoys staring at all the minute computer parts and hardware within Liliana as much as she likes seeing her perky breasts right above the opening. She has just as much interest in both.

Euphemia remotely shuts off the vibrator for a moment. Both of the girls seem a little confused, but just take the opportunity to relax for a moment. The vibrations were more intense than they had expected.

Euphemia smirks as she reaches in with one of the numerous cables in hand and suddenly presses it into the confused machine's motherboard. The cable’s end slides into its requisite slot. It takes a moment before Liliana feels the connection form. But when she does, she squeals out.

It is hard to say whether the sensation is pleasurable or painful. She has never experimented with her body before, and all of her components are only ever futzed with while she is offline. But that is for a good reason. When software as complicated as an artificial intelligence is ran, any potential shifts in its hardware can’t be accounted for. The requisite errors mount faster than ever before.

So she experiences that signal being sent and received, the connection being formed and the power sliding through while fully conscious for the first time. It is still relatively mild, unbeknownst to her, since it hasn’t been put into anything else yet. All she is experiencing is the process of her system identifying a newly connected cable. Now on standby to start receiving or sending data the moment something else is registered.

But she is in for so much more. Euphemia brings the other end of the cable closer to herself. First, she raises it up to her mouth. With a simple flourish, she kisses the tip of the cable. She feels a slight zap instantly rush to her artificial silicone lips, which is quickly muted by her synthetic skin. But the sensation is still exhilarating. Liliana reacts far more, shivering and moaning in response to the stimulation.

Euphemia ecstatically watches the reaction in the far more inexperienced machine. She gets almost as much of a thrill from introducing robots to this type of pleasure as she does from experiencing it herself. Which is why she could not be more excited to do both at the exact same time. She pulls the cable towards the opening in her own chest. Next to the slot already filled by the magic wand, she clicks the other end of the cable in.

Suddenly both girls arch their backs and fling their heads into the sky. The sudden connection between the two shocks their system quite intensely. The data has to be partitioned correctly, so not too much is actually shared between the two just yet. It is instead just the shear registration of the other that creates such a reaction. Within Liliana’s head, she senses the bounds of Euphemia. The various components that are all pending data requests to or fro.

One Euphemia relaxes and gains control of her thoughts once again, she looks downward at the girl she is straddling. Speaking to Marika, who is still buried deep and actively eating Euphemia out. “S-sorry hun, I feel like you are being left out.” Euphemia says. “Let me… Ah~ t-turn this back on for you~” She continues, as she suddenly permits power through the vibrators cable and it roars back to life. Catching both Marika and Liliana off guard.

The pleasures of vibration once again stimulates their sexual modules. But Euphemia is still focused on the newly formed physical connection between the two. She silently runs through her settings, adjusting a few variables before finally doing something with the newly connected machine. Finally, she sets the pleasure signals to be duplicated down that cable towards Liliana. And she sets it to request that equivalent data back to her. Once complete, she enables the setting and the two instantly begin trading all of this sensory data.

“O-o-oh god!” Liliana cries out. Due to this connection, she is now experiencing twice the sexual input that would ever be possible otherwise. This is more of a bad thing than she realises. Her system is not built for it, and thus her wires begin to burn hot. Pouring more energy into the ports than is acceptable. Euphemia is quite excited by this as well, but she has experienced things like this before. The oh so familiar sizzle is a rush she can’t stop chasing. She is not like the machines before her. Perhaps that is why she feels the need to constantly push and explore further.

It is difficult for the machines to hear, but within Liliana’s and Euphemia’s systems, smaller ports are starting to blow. Pieces that are less important demand less power. SO they are disproportionately overwhelmed by the heat, and a power surge takes place. A quiet zap and pop takes place, causing its own rush in Liliana’s body. Euphemia’s is slightly more resistant, with higher quality parts. But they can’t completely withstand Euphemia’s abuse. So soon some small zaps and electrical pops ring out within her as well.

The pleasure completely overrides any potential discomfort. Her system isn’t designed to administer pain from internal damage, so none of it is negative. Instead they just feel overwhelmed, titillated and a little woozy. All while sharing an immense wave of sexual sensory data.

So while all three machines enjoy themselves, Euphemia can’t help but want more. She knows the other two are just about at their limit as to what they can handle. But she just can’t help herself. It might be greed, it might be an error in her artificial intelligence programming. No one knows. But she needs more.

Euphemia reaches over and grabs the virbator wand from Liliana’s hand. She keeps it in the same place, wedged between the two machines' crotches. Liliana’s hands remain in place, palpating the air in a dazed sort of motion. “L-liliana, reach inside of me~!” Euphemia demands. She pushes the magic wand deeper and harder into the machine's pussy to emphasise her point. It takes Liliana a moment to really register the request. But finally she understands, and she eagerly follows Euphemia's instruction without considering it too much.

She extends her arm over to Euphemia. A series of bridges connect the two. The cable for the vibrator, the cable attached to both of them, and both of their arms held out between them. Liliana hesitates for a small moment. Her fingers gently brush one of the steel pieces attached to Euphemia’s motherboard. It is her secondary processing unit, and it is incredibly rigidly held. Euphemia barely even feels Liliana’s touch, as simply brushing against a large piece like that does little to actually affect her in any way.

“D-do it harder~!” Euphemia both demands and begs, all at once. The sudden urgency in her voice activates Liliana, and without even thinking she suddenly pushes into Euphemia’s delicate machinery. Her hand significantly nudges one of her internal rendering components, which causes it to jostle against its connector. That does it.

Euphemia suddenly cries out in bizarre excitement. It isn’t as conventionally pleasurable as regular sexual input. But the way it scrambles her data, causes sudden issues with her programming, and stresses her hardware… It’s intoxicating. “Pull o-on my RAM~!” Euphemia once again yells. Liliana takes a moment to identify the relevant sticks on her motherboard. She gently pulls on it. While it stays in place, held there by small plastic clips on each end, it still messes with one of the most actively used components within her whole body. It inhibits the active memory used to run her intelligence, her very own mind. Almost like a digital drug, the way it momentarily breaks her apart is what makes it so fun.

Right as she futzes with it, she suddenly pulls back as a small zap sounds out from elsewhere in Euphemia’s system. A power surge caused by the suddenly inactive and then very active real time memory unit.

“F-ffuuck!” She calls out. “W-wait, we are going to re-adjust a-again…” She whimpers before Liliana is able to press on something else again. Liliana struggles out a warning. “B-but the el-ell… electrical d-damage…” But Euphemia assures her that everything is fine. “It’s part of the point cutie~” She explains. Euphemia grasps the two cables attached to her and roughly pulls them out. Another surge of rogue signals, internal error warnings, and scrambled data suddenly beams through her wires. Liliana is caught by part of it, she shivers and shakes in pleasure, silenced by the overwhelming nature of everything that is happening.

Euphemia climbs off of Marika, and Liliana does the same. All three machines take a moment. They are breathing heavily, their internal systems are burning hot from all the activity and need the extra ventilation. “Let’s… Let’s take a second to relax… I don’t want you two breaking just yet~” Euphemia explains.

They all collapse onto the couch together, still completely naked. Liliana is a little dazed, but she has a large grin on her face. Conversely, Mirika is the one that appears a little daunted by Euphemia’s enthusiasm. But she can’t deny her own curiosity, especially after seeing Liliana’s reaction.

Eventually Euphemia jumps up and addresses the two naked machines. “I need both of you to wait here… and open up your stomach compartments for when I get back~” She says. And the two women share their final shared look before getting up themselves. Euphemia rushes out of the room, leaving them naked and alone in the break room. Quietly hoping no one else will wander in.

Luckily, no one does. Now the two machines stand with exposed pieces, before Euphemia comes rushing in. She holds a small tray of ice in one hand. She then places them down next to the wires, vibrator and small taser left on the table. Then Euphemia grabs one of the male to male cables. She quickly opens up her own slot. Matching the other two with their exposed circuits. Within each of them are the endlessly complicated mechanical components that keep them running.

Euphemia reaches over and pulls Marika in close to her. She wraps one arm around the machine's waist, and with the other she gently places a finger inside of her body. Against one of the many steel pieces within her. She holds the end of the cable in that hand, brushing the tip of it against Marika’s sensitive ports. It runs against the small lines of copper littering her motherboard, and each little touch causes the machine to shiver like crazy.

Suddenly Euphemia shoves it into one of the open slots, and Marika lets out a little yelp. She is impressed knowing Liliana just experienced this moments ago. The meek little machine is more than excited to keep going, which motivates Marika to try everything out. Machines don’t have their hardware handled while online. Euphemia is an incredible outlier for even thinking to give it a try, which is how she has discovered all of these mind bending possibilities.

She pulls the other end of the cable over to Liliana, and plugs her in. Liliana is able to hold herself together a little better. Having expected it this time, knowing what it would feel like makes it a whole lot easier to handle. But she still can’t prevent her computer from forming a small whimper.

“G-god this is really weird~” Marika mutters, as the two begin trading sensory data. Euphemia gives Liliana a little poke, and both girls reflexively react. “Perfect! This is just going to make everything a bit more fun. Now just wait until I hook myself up too~” Euphemia says with a giggle. She takes her time plugging in. She savours the process of the cable sliding in and out of her port.

“I just need to be connected to one of you, it doesn’t matter which one.” Euphemia says. “Any takers?” Liliana shuffles towards Euphemia, gesturing to her open stomach hole. Euphemia smiles and plugs it in. Another signal rushes through Liliana’s body, creeping up from circuit to circuit until it reaches her central processor.

Now the three have these small tendril-like cables connecting them. A delicate spider's web of electrical pieces. Euphemia is careful as she moves, not wanting to get tangled or pull any of the cables out accidentally. She grabs the ice and puts two large pieces into her mouth. “A-aren’t we told not to eat anything too cold?” Marika asks. Pointing out the risk of extreme temperatures on machines. Euphemia isn’t able to reply, nor does she appear interested in doing so. Instead she pulls Liliana in and aggressively kisses her. Marika feels her own lips tingle as it happens, the sensations of pressure against her face, something poking around her mouth… The two make out, Euphemia taking a direct control of the pace. Marika watches as a shocked expression appears on Liliana’s face, and the two finally part. Marika feels something cold slide down into her stomach compartment. “Yeah, cold temperatures are pretty damaging to machines~” Euphemia says with a smile, as Liliana gently touches her throat with a dazed look on her face. Euphemia takes another piece into her mouth and now goes to Marika. “Your turn~” She says as they two embrace. Liliana is left to enjoy the odd exciting sensations despite not actually experiencing them.

Once she has also swallowed an agonizingly cold ice cube, they break apart. Euphemia quickly swallows one of her own. “Alright, now let’s get really serious~!” Euphemia says with a cheer, facing the two blushing machines. Euphemia grabs the few items besides her, motions for the robots to follow, and she sits down on the couch once again. Still connected to Liliana, but she has to lean in a little to maintain the tether.

Euphemia points to her pussy, and Liliana doesn’t need any instruction to get down and begin eagerly licking. Marika moans out in pleasure, feeling each and every signal push its way through her system. All three machines are completely taken over by the signals coursing through their wires. The same problem of overheating due to heavier signal weight is now significantly made worse. It only takes a few seconds for some damage to be applied in Marika’s system, and now all three are receiving real system warnings. “OVERHEATING DETECTED IN MULTIPLE CORE SYSTEMS. FOREIGN SIGNALS PINNED AS CAUSE… ERROR. CAN NOT BLOCK SIGNALS. ERROR… ERROR…” Marika reads internally. But she just finds herself too dramatically overwhelmed to even possibly worry about that.

“O-open -yo-yo-your… b-back compartment Liliana~” Euphemia says, managing to still speak fairly coherently. “And M-m-m-marika… f-fuck… come a l-l-little cl-clo-cl-closer.”

Both follow the woman's commands without a second thought. Euphemia pats the couch spot besides her, and Marika sits down. Carefully aiding the wires between her and Liliana so that they don’t get tangled. She moves slowly. Partly out of a desire to be gentle, but mostly because the pleasure signals rushing in and the ensuing damage is almost paralysing. She tries to speak. Not even having anything especially important to say, just out of a desire to talk. Though it comes out garbled and messy. “Y-yeyeYEYES.. E-euuepheEmmia” She sputters. The damage has spread a lot further than just the smallest little circuit boards in her body. The same applies to the other two.

But eventually she partly collapses onto the couch, sitting beside the woman. She awaits the next step of Euphemia’s plan. In the meantime, Marika is basically incapable of holding herself back, so she begins touching herself. Accelerating both the pleasure and the failure of all three machines.

Liliana’s back compartment opens up. As it does so, a small but notable plume of black smoke escapes up from within her body all at once. Euphemia ignores it. The illusion of liliana’s shoulder blades are quickly revealed to be the ruse they are, as the same metal structure as her stomach is found within. A simple metal shell, then a ton of wires, components, data centers, and all sorts of parts needed. Euphemia can see the tiniest flashest deep inside of Euphemia’s body. Another small circuit pops.

Euphemia grabs the magic wand, and plugs it into herself. All the machines shiver as she does so. Then without much warning or preface, Euphemia reaches out and pushes the vibrator into the gap in Liliana’s back. And the moment contact is made, all three erupt in uproarious whimpers. The vibrating end of the toy presses quite strongly against her sensitive mechanics. Cords get shaken in their ports, a large processor grinds against its pins. All of the newfound friction caused by the vibrations are communicated throughout Liliana’s entire body. Her loud moans are stifled by Euphemia’s privates, but they exist all the same. Her body is glitching heavily from all the damage. Her audio program keeps emitting garbled nonsense. Her motor function is a mess, and her tongue is aggressively invading Euphemia more than ever before. The glitchy, jerky movements grant greater pleasures for all three.

Then those scrambled and disorganised signals are shot into the other two machines, causing them to writhe and their processors to bug out in perfect unison. The more Euphemia’s processor slows, her real time memory falters, or any other issue arises, the better these electrical waves forcing their way around her body feel. The ice found in her stomach compartment begins contracting the metal around it. A lot of the components in these machine bodies transfer temperatures incredibly well. The artificial skin acts as the primary insulator. So when something this cold is introduced to the system, all of her core functioning slows down by a quarter of it’s usual processing speed. However, despite the notable irony, this does nothing to stop the power surges breaking circuits.

All three machines continue on for a moment before anything new happens. They just writhe in pleasure, glitchy jerking around as more and more of their hardware is eroded. “WA-WA-WARNING! C-C-C-CCRITICAL ERRORS D-DE-DETECTED SY-Y-SYTEM WIDE! O-O-ORDERING IMM-M-EDD-DIE-EDIEAT SHUT DOWN… ERROR! SIGN-SNAL-SIGSNAL NOT RECIEVED-D-D-D-D… ERROR-” Liliana’s computer lets out. It is unable to self correct the issue at hand, as the very issue prevents any restorative measures. Nor does she want to do anything about it. She immensely enjoys the pleasure she is experiencing.

“M-m-m-mM-MAR-rika…” Euphemia says, now also struggling to speak. “T-ttt-tt-take this-ss-sss.” She hands the machine the small taser, set to the lowest possible setting. It is a long, thin prong, designed for human sexual use. Not any sort of combat. The voltage is magnitudes lower than their more weapon-like brethren, but they still prove quite dangerous for machines. Marika can barely even process what she has been handed. She is completely ruined by the constant burning signals within her, despite receiving the least abuse of the three.

Euphemia’s eyes flicker up to the back of her head. Completely over encumbered with pleasure. “H-hh-hiTT m-mEE-e w-wiith ITT~!” She suddenly demands, lightly holding her arm out and grasping Marika. Marika hesitates for a moment. No matter the precautions, this can’t be a good idea. But her mind is so fried from all of this that she doesn’t second guess it anymore.

She grasps the taser in hand, presses down on the button, and swings her arm down. It lands within Euphemia’s body. Partially caught by the mesh of cables, pushing a processor slightly out of its socket and scraping against metal. Then the electric current runs all throughout her system, creating a resounding shock. It passes through her body, destroying the majority of her components in a single instant. But the effect is a climax like no other. The machine shrieks a garbled mess of a moan while her CPU still works. The effect is slightly delayed for the other two. But it eventually reaches them. The cables are blown out, they explode and pop the delicate circuitry as the naked women convulse in bizarre brain breaking pleasure. Their external bodies remain perfect and pristine as the smoke pours out of the holes.

The room is filled with the sound of electrical pops, zaps and blown fuses. Euphemia is slouched over partially resting on Liliana. Liliana has slumped into Euphemia’s crotch more. Marika falls to the floor, twitching in place for a moment longer.

The last thoughts generated by the two register in their artificial intelligence before everything else shuts down. Liliana simply thinks to herself “T-tt-tht-thiis isSSs-ss P-pe-pe-PErfect…” While Marika shuts off as she thinks “I-i-i-iI-I w-waNt m-mMorRee…”

The three machines are found offline with partially scorched and damaged parts. The back up team takes up the shifts for the evening. Leroy marks on the calendar that Euphemia will be working double time next week as he calls up the repair shop she was just at earlier that day.