Strongarm got up the next evening, sneaking out of the junkyard. Bumblebee knew she liked to go to the carwash to relax, so she felt she could get in and out of the junkyard without any trouble.

Thunderhoof and Steeljaw were waiting for her in the little wooden structure he fragged her the first time. Thunderhoof's optics widened when she settled down in front of them, on her knees as she trembled and stared at Steeljaw.

"What keeps 'er from runnin' off to her friends?" Thunderhoof grabbed her face and examined her as if she was nothing more than a pet, or a pleasurebot. It stung Strongarm when she realised that was what she was turning into.

Steeljaw purred as he watched, raising her aft and moving her to her knees and servos. He exposed her aching valve, which never stopped burning or itching for a spike to fill it. Her digits didn't do the job.

Thunderhoof whistled and she blushed, her faceplates warming. "That a nice valve." He rubbed it, finding the tag and tugging. "This keeps 'er with ya?"

"It's not as effective as a pleasurebot tag, which chimes and vibrates, but it tells me where she is and if she has obeyed me. It's also stimulated by interfaces, so I'll know if she's fragged anyone." Steeljaw grabbed her face, swatting her sore valve. "Haven't fragged anyone have you, pet?"

She shook her helm, but still felt the little tag tugged and played with, making her valve begin to drip again. Thunderhoof made an amused sound and shoved a digit into her valve. She pressed against it, grinding and trying to shove it deeper into her.

Steeljaw and Thunderhoof laughed, and Steeljaw's claw was pressed inside beside it. They watched as she pushed back agaisnt them, mewing and crying out. They let her, then Steeljaw was in front of her. He was pumping his spike in his servo, smirking down at her.

"My pretty pet. You look hungry." He pushed his spike into her mouth, rubbing her cheek. "Relax and let Thunderhoof in. He's a big mech, and he's a rough one, too. Just let him in and try to block him out. Did I mention he's a screamer? Or is it roaring, Thunderhoof?"

She tried to focus on Steeljaw, running the bottom of his spike with her glossa while she felt her valve being spread and stretched over something bigger than digits, and even Steeljaw's spike. Thunderhoof as laying on her then, his helm resting on her shoulder while he pulled back and slammed in, forcing her aft against his hips.

She pushed Steeljaw back, gasping and squeaking as she let Thunderhoof frag her roughly. She whimpered at Steeljaw, but he only shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms, his spike dribbing blue-tinted fluid as it stood erect.

Thunderhoof was over quickly. He roared as he overload, making her audio hurt and she slumped to the ground, her valve aching as he pulled out. Steeljaw cleaned her up and flushed it out with warm water she didn't know where he got. Strongarm looked back at him, her valve dripping diluted coding.

He patted her aft, smirking down at her. "Such a good pet. Did you enjoy yourself? You can speak. You know that, don't you?" He rubbed her puffy sensor (could it be infected?) and she felt a surge of pleasure and pain.

"Am I done?"

"Oh, no. Not for a while, lovely. I don't think Clampdown will mount you, but I know Underbite would love to wiggle into your valve. When we're done with you, you'll be stretched enough to let Unicron himself into you. And Fracture will want to try out all your holes."

She flinched. Was she going to be everycon's pleasurebot? She slowly rolled over and spread her legs, looking down at her valve. Steeljaw passed her a mirror and held it for her, showing her the blue petals and the puffy sensor with the yellow tag in it. It was big. No wonder Steeljaw didn't want anyone else to see. This couldn't be something easily dismissed.

He helped her up, rubbing at the tag and he smirked when she shuddered. Thunderhoof was laying, exhausted, on the ground. Strongarm watched him while Steeljaw pushed his spike into her.

"Don't worry about him. He overloaded a massive load into you. He always goes over the top." He thrusted slowly into her, but his thrusts quickened every fifth thrust. Then he was swelling inside her and then he overloaded. He set her on the ground on her servos and knees and flushed her valve out. "I think you should get back to your team. Don't forget to bathe. You reek of Thunderhoof."

Strongarm nodded and hurried out of the wooden structure, finding the carwash and stepping inside. She ground against the brushes, trying to get rid of the stench of interfacing, but it seemed to always cling to her. She had only been stretched over three spikes and she already smelled like a pleasurebot. She whined and sighed, rubbing her entire body against the moving brushes.

"Strongarm?"

She squeaked and hid behind one of the brushes. "Bumblebee! D-don't come in, I-I'm not...decent."

He already was in, and he smiled. "Oh, Strongarm. I've seen you naked before." He smiled more and moved closer, but he put his back to her and rubbed up against a rotating brush. "Mm. You know, you're really quite beautiful, Strongarm. Once all the prisoners are accounted for, I think you would find a mate in no time."

If she would stop being another mech's fragtoy. She winced and tears rolled down her cheeks. Who would want her once they knew how many spikes she'd taken in, how many mechs were going to be squeezing into her?

"I know it's scary now, sweetspark." Bumblebee touched her cheek. "But you'll be a happy femme with a big family and a loving mate."

She sobbed and hugged his neck, pressing against him. She moved her hips, trying to get the tag to rub against him so he would ask and look, but he only chuckled.

"I'm not the mech for you, Strongarm. I won't take your virginity away from you."

She opened her mouth, but Bumblebee cut her off.

"Everyone knows you're a virgin." He stroked her cheek, kissing her forehelm like he used to when she was little. "But I'm keeping Sideswipe away from you, because you deserve a loving mate."

Bumblebee left her, and when he was out of view, Strongarm fell to her knees and cried.

Steeljaw watched from the shadows, peering into the carwash and frowning at her behavior.