Steampunk Harlots Ch. 51

The view of the city got more and more amazing as their ship drew closer. They could see levels of cityscape resolve into focus as they watched. The giant train the city moved on looked like it had stopped, and had it not been for the trail of destruction behind it, may have looked like it had been built there. The whole city was made out of metal and industrialization. Smokestacks and cranes littered the sides as well as many obvious gun emplacements no doubt used to force every city it approached into submission.

Hannah held Ving from behind as she talked over the radio to secure landing permission. She looked down Ving's shirt appreciatively, admiring the cleavage on display contained by the green lace under the white blouse. The brown leather jacket didn't hide anything from the angle she had and she wished Ving had put on a skirt instead of her matching leather pants. Her own dress, the black and red corset holding up the flowing red silk that swished around her legs, did nothing to hide the cleavage she had on display as she pressed it against Ving.

Liddy minded the conversation between Ving and the city, happy that it was going well for once. Wearing the white dress and yellow jacket she wore when she first started her harlotry adventure, she felt it appropriate since things seemed to be at the end one way or another. The city they approached was a giant metal beast and they had to somehow slay it with nothing more than a small ship of women who just wanted to be indulging their carnal desires. As she saw Cat walk in wearing her black dress, Liddy had to shake her head and focus back to the city. The upper levels looked like the higher class areas, as she expected them to be, though they seemed to favour the forward end around the giant smoke pipe that belched smog from the main engine. As Ving brought them around to land, she could see the front of the train looked like the most privileged area. Giant stained-glass galleries and marble walkways surrounded the smokestack like a crown. The dock they landed at was a bit lower on the right side of the train; parked at an angle to Crater Peak, they could see the mountains in the distance.

Everyone knew the plan, as simple as it was, and could only wait to finally land. Emberborn hidden away -- except for Emma who was with the Human women ready to go on display on the railings when they landed. Nobody was wearing military uniforms or weapons; they all had to play the classy harlot. Except for Mari, she wore her best trashy street whore outfit. Fishnet leggings and top, nothing underneath, and a short skirt barely able to be called as such. Aside from that, only her ink and piercings covered her.

Inky felt naked, and not in a comfortable way. She and her girls were unarmed and going into hostile territory. Their weapons were stashed on the ship, hidden in case of inspection, and would remain there unless they could get back to them in the event of an emergency. Otherwise, they would be dependant on whatever they could salvage locally when things finally went wrong. Of course, things going wrong was as much a part of the plan as them going right. She still didn't like it.

Hope was even less enthusiastic about leaving her weapons and armour hidden on the ship. She wore her robes and little else. Her plan being to look more like she was playing the role of a holy woman rather than actually being one. She saw Emma wearing what looked like the kind of outfit one would expect a girl sent off to boarding school to be wearing -- a plaid pleated skirt and a white blouse she borrowed from Ving and tied up at her belly to tighten up the fit. Her hair was done up to hide her ears and to complete the facade of her being much younger than she was.

The rest of the soldiers wore whatever dresses they could fit into that were from the other women. Blaze attached her more aesthetic arm and looked the part despite all standing at attention like a soldier. Nobody was engaging in amorous activities, their minds simply trying to focus on not worrying about the wait.

When the ship finally landed with a slight bump, the tension was broken and everyone suddenly had something to do.

Liddy was at the forward side door quickly, where she watched a long metal ramp lift from the platform on gears and rotate to arrive in front of her. While the other women went to hang over the railings and display their barely contained breasts or to lounge on the front deck, she walked down with Hannah and Cat.

It didn't take long for someone to greet them as a man with a fancy suit came out flanked by two guards dressed in their own expensive looking outfits. After the first group, another squad of soldiers in more utilitarian uniforms came out led by man who didn't seem as important due to the decreased tastelessness of his clothing. The second squad seemed on guard and ready for trouble, but not overtly hostile. They faltered as they processed what they were seeing but kept up a respectable display of discipline.

"Welcome to the city engine of the Steam King." The most important man greeted, his outfit almost a cloud of frills and lace. "I am lord Izzard. We were rather surprised by your approach and..." he paused to observe the women, "intended purpose.

Liddy giggled like an empty-minded debutant. "Well thank you! We get that response a lot. I appreciate you letting us land."

"I suppose so." He did not attempt to hide his inspection of the bust of each woman in front of him. "You certainly surprised us. We weren't sure if you were really as advertised."

Liddy stared vacantly for a few moments before letting out another giggle. "We do have some flyers printed if we need to advertise while we are here."

A flicker of confusion passed over his face. "Right, well I will arrange some local accommodations for you and your servants while you are here."

Liddy was about to give an eager nod when the lesser noble leading the squad cleared his throat.

"The issue is the sudden and convenient timing of their arrival. Given what is going on." He glanced at the women but addressed Lord Izzard.

Liddy spoke before he could. "Oh, is there a celebration? That would be very convenient! We would love to help celebrate something." She looked between the men smiling.

The two men shared a look before the lesser one waved his men to stand down and walked off with them in tow, glancing back at the women frequently.

Lord Izzard said, "As a matter of fact, we will be celebrating soon enough. Come with me and we can get you settled in."

Liddy leaned in, showing him a better view. "Are you getting suggestive and hoping to have the first play? I certainly wouldn't mind finding out what a fine man of the city is capable of."

Again he was caught off guard at Liddy's interpretation, but only for a moment. "I certainly wouldn't mind finding out what you have to offer the men of this city." He took Liddy by the arm and locked it with his as he escorted her off the dock.

Hannah and Cat locked arms with the two soldiers who looked startled at first, but weren't about to resist either as they followed their lord. While they walked, Hannah used the swishing of her red hair as an excuse to look around. There were no overt points where guns may have been pointed at the ship, but she did spot a freight elevator that she pointed at behind her back with her free hand. She also snuggled up with the soldier to inspect his kit and found it to favour fashion over function.

There were guest rooms right near the docks, unlikely to have been the accommodations the noble had referred to but suited their current needs. Liddy felt her partner shudder upon seeing the simple beds, no doubt thinking them beneath him, but wanting her beneath him overrode his noble senses. He closed the door behind him, leaving his guards with Hannah and Cat.

Liddy knew they wouldn't be idle for the duration, but was suddenly occupied as hands wrapped around her. One over her chest to grab her by the breast and another around her thigh lifting her dress. She felt him stiffen as he pressed into her but appreciated his restraint in rushing to the end. His tongue licked along her neck and his teeth nipped at her on occasion, leaving Liddy to shudder and honestly enjoy herself rather than play along for the sake of the mission.

Finally getting under her dress, she felt a hand sliding over the silk she was covered with and the wetness the sensation triggered. Both her breasts were pulled free as she moaned and the hard pulls on her nipples contrasted with the soft caresses between her legs. Liddy wanted him inside her badly and loved being made to wait. Of course, she could only wait so long as her body started to quiver in anticipation. It was then that she was let go and pushed to the bed. Letting out a frustrated moan, she turned around to see the man pull himself out of his trousers. Liddy spread her legs wide in the air, ready to take him but instead he pushed them closed and offered himself to her mouth.

He slapped her hands down every time she tried to reach for her breasts or between her legs, watching her frustrated squirms as he watched his bulge moving through her throat. Giving her brief moments to breathe he kept the slow sliding through her lips steady as he controlled her head with his hand in her hair.

Liddy thrust her hips up against nothing as she moaned at the lack of touch against them.

"I'm reluctant to give you my seed. If I do, then you might bear my child. Can I expect you to remain long enough do so?"

Liddy knew full well she wouldn't be having anyone's child with her emberstone in place. "Yes." She started to beg. "Give me your child and I will bear it for you."

"I'd still expect you to do your duties and please me during. No time off."

"My pregnant body will always be yours to use." Liddy rubbed her belly still covered by the dress where it would grow if she ever did get pregnant.

He delivered one hard thrust down her throat after allowing her to speak and held it there long enough for panic to set in before pulling out. Forcing her legs together and pushing them to the side, he slid between them from behind. Liddy felt him enter her twisted body, the silk that had covered her pushed aside. Within her, she felt him deliver his seed almost immediately and she forced her body to climax, knowing she wouldn't have another chance for a while if she didn't get it out then.

"There, now you have my seed. I hope you do a better job bearing me a child than my wife who simply refuses to get pregnant for me."

Liddy wondered as he slid out of her if he knew how pregnancy actually worked and what lies he could tell him so she could continue to have men while in the city.

****

Hannah felt relaxed as she lounged in the chair in the hall, the head of the guard she had claimed attending between her wide spread legs. His talents were limited but the constant stimulation while watching Cat kissing the other guard passionately was soothing. Neither guard wanted to get into the position of being unable to snap back to duty so they simply did what they could. To Hannah, it was calming after the tension of their wait during the long flight. Feeling the tongue running through the folds of flesh between her legs sapped the stress from her. A slight climax slipped from her and she wrapped her legs around the man's head to hold him tight for the duration. Her friend couldn't help it anymore; he pulled up and after some fiddling with his trousers, pushed into Hannah, who tasted herself on his kiss. As she felt him lose his seed inside her, Hannah wondered how her other soldier friends were doing.

****

Sergeant Gray was running through a few different emotions. The commander of the enemy had taken him a short walk up the mountain to use his spyglass. Looking through it, their elevation offering a view over the trees, and he saw the metal behemoth of the train city. The only thing that snapped him back to reality from bowl-loosening terror was the sight of the airship docking. There had been a few ships coming and going -- but the distinctive sight of the harlot's ship didn't escape his notice.

"Quite a sight eh?" The pompous man practically oozed arrogance over his city.

"With a city like that, it makes me wonder what you need an army snuck in for." Grey knew that while his words may have praised the city, it pointed out that there were clear signs it couldn't do everything.

"Contingencies. If one path doesn't work, we have this one. Speaking of paths, shouldn't ours be clear now?" The tone he used was one Grey was familiar with.

"We can check on that now. My radioman should have received the next report." It was obvious to Grey that delays were about to run out.

Once they were down to the mouth of the tunnel, Mull reported. "Sir, report from the other side."

Grey nodded and looked at his radioman. "About time they sent the signal for all clear."

"Yes, sir," The man understood the code words. "Almost ready. Some civilian traffic was getting in the way. Should be nobody in sight in a few hours."

Grey nodded as if he hadn't expected that exact reply. "Good news. Just enough time to crack open the good stuff before we get a move on." He turned to the enemy officers who were collected around them. "You are all welcome to share. We are keeping it chilled in the tunnel."

The officers looked ready for a drink and looked to their colonel who, after Grey gestured for him to go first, walked up to the tunnel. "Leave the beast." His words casual.

Grey was confused, then noticed one of the men halting his step and got a better look at him. He wouldn't have noticed had the man not been singled out. His ears were long and pointed like one of the girls on the airship with Hannah. He looked to Mull to covertly keep the man covered as the officers entered the tunnel. They waited, muffled noises and shouts came but no shots. The elf man was suddenly horrified, his ears apparently hearing a lot more.

"You are betraying us?" he asked, terrified and thinking the only thing keeping him alive was that he was still in view of the soldiers camped just down the hill.

"Eh." Grey shrugged. "We were never actually on your side to begin with." He noticed the camp was largely unconcerned with anything, their soldiers far more relaxed than they should have been even if nothing was afoot.

"You can't kill me," The elf stated defiantly. "They will see it."

Grey found it odd that the man seemed to think it necessary to inform him of the fact. He looked down at the soldiers as if noticing them for the first time. It looked like one of them was looking at them with a paper in his hand, one he wanted to give to his commander. Time for subterfuge was over it seemed.

"My goodness." His false surprise fooling no one. "I had almost forgotten." He made a simple gesture with his finger in the air to proceed with the next phase.

The machine gun positions revealed themselves just enough to aim downfield. Men came out of the tunnel in proper Ocean Port uniforms and took cover. Just as the messenger started walking towards them, showing some initiative, he froze. He hadn't quite clued in until the gunfire started. From the elevated positions, the whole camp was rained on with lead. Short bursts aimed at grouped soldiers from the machine guns, while precise rifle shots took the rest. It was over in less than a minute before nothing moved in the camp.

"That settles that dilemma. Now, the question is, what do we do with you? Your people don't seem to like Emberborn and you are free by decree in the Queen's domain. I've got a feeling we will need every warm body we can find to keep this tunnel secure. You want in?"

Horrified, the elf turned to face Grey. "My army is already here! An army that won't hesitate to kill you all!"

"Oh bother." Grey sighed, pulling his pistol out and killing the elf with a headshot. "I knew that all went too smoothly." He joined Mull in cover as the mortar teams were setting up behind them.

"Well, this is terrible," Mull commented casually as the forest came alive with figures coming through it.

"Don't shoot until they are out of cover. Every shot needs to count." Grey had hoped to have the time to salvage equipment from their enemies and cursed.

"I don't suppose that flyer is doing anything so important that they can't come by for another run with that cannon?" Mull mused.

****

After Hannah and Liddy came back, the rest had taken off to begin working the ruling class.

Ving was sticking close to the ship. It made sense because she needed to stick close to her racer in case things got hot. Of course, her hands being bound to the cannon so one of the guards only had to support her legs meant things were already a bit hot. Her jacket and shirt were open, exposing the green lace covering her breasts -- but everything below was laying on the dock.

The men had been taking turns. There had been five who stood satisfied around her, watching as the rest had their chance. Ving begged for more when she felt the guard filling her body with his seed. She wanted all of them focused on her. It was one of the best plans she had ever been a part of, she mused, hoping everything else was moving as smoothly as the new man sliding into her.

****

Foxy had been the first, moving silently across the lower section of the platform that was used to move freight while passengers worked the upper levels. There had been guards, but she could hear the moaning from Ving over their rowdy shouting and knew she was doing her job. She waved over Ela who took cover with Foxy behind some crates.

"That looks like a freight elevator." Foxy indicated the wall and the opening that would lead down into the beast of the city. "Go secure it, and hold it for us. I will stay here to listen for trouble."

Ela nodded, smirking at the sound of Ving begging for another.

Vile and Tonna were simply too big to hide behind crates, so they moved together wearing treated leather that had been shaped to their frames. As Tonna slithered over to the elevator Foxy pointed out to her, Vile followed wearing pillows on her hooves and a grumpy face. The noise was remarkably diminished all things considered, and Foxy was relieved that nobody had noticed.

Easy and Leira both were wearing robes over their borrowed combat uniforms. One to hide her sparkly skin and wings, and the other to help keep her moist. They joined Foxy for a moment, then made the run to Ela before Foxy soon joined them. Inside the elevator, they closed the door.

"Alright, that worked." Vile smiled as she took the pillows off her hooves. "What's next?"

"We probably need to figure out how the fuck this works." Leira gestured to the control system on the wall.

"It's a half-wheel lever; its arrow is at the docks, right at the end. We want to go to the exact opposite." Easy pointed at each end and looked around to make sure she wasn't alone in her thinking.

"That would be the boiler level. Is that where we want to go? I mean it does sound like the kind of shitty place they would make us work but it might also be crawling with guards."

"Lower Cargo?" Ela suggested. "They have an Upper Cargo, probably for the good stuff, so the Lower one might be good. We are the only ship docked near here so it might also be empty of workers."

"That's where we go then," Foxy decided, wondering how her first independent command would fair with it.

Leira and Easy struggled with the lever until Vile wrenched it, breaking a security locking pin, and set it to the right level. They smirked, feeling silly for not noticing it and enjoying the sight of Vile flexing for show.

"How does Ving know when we have made it?" Tonna asked, looking upwards as the elevator started to move.

Foxy smirked. "She doesn't. Her job was to distract them as long as possible. Despite me explaining it would only take us a few minutes."