Steampunk Harlots Ch. 52

"You can put that down now." Foxy tried to hide her emotions but her sympathetic pain was clear.

The bull did so, suddenly shocked at the stone statue that stood in the crate holding a bottle. He looked around and saw a giant snake-bodied woman standing as tall as she could, holding onto the iron scaffolding with two arms on her one side. He fell to his knees and quickly cradled his wife in his arms, looking at the others in confused fear.

Leira had water that she had planned on using to keep her gills wet but instead she rushed over to examine the feet of the bull and used it to help clean his wounds. At first, he tried to draw his feet away but they were in too much pain not to take any help at all.

"Who are you people?" the woman asked, her bovine features easy to distinguish from the front.

"We are here to help," Foxy replied, getting down on one knee in front of them so they could see her more clearly in the poor lighting. "My name is Foxy. What's yours?"

"Suna, and my husband Clavic." She glanced at the guard on the floor as he started to convulse and foam from the mouth. "What did you do to him?"

Ela smiled, showing her fangs before retracting them. "Just a light bit of stabbing."

"We are hoping to find someone of influence amongst our kind here." Foxy knew there was unlikely to be an officially recognized leader who wasn't human.

"They took most of who they suspected as fodder for the army. Those they didn't aren't the best sort." Suna was too concerned with her husband and his quiet grunts as Leira picked glass from his feet to go into much detail.

"We specialize in dealing with people who aren't the best sort," Vile explained with fire in her eyes, the half-light causing her to appear truly terrifying.

"Just who are you people?!"

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Astra, Kilty, Tara, and Oda stared at the soldiers as Conna answered. "We're harlots who arrived recently to entertain the nobility here in this city."

"Then why are you in our barracks?" The soldier was doing a fair job looking intimidating while holding his towel up with one hand.

"We thought they were showers we could make use of." Conna continued, letting her dress fall to the tile floor.

The girls could see his head make a sudden tick as he finally clued into what was going on.

"Oh," was all he could get out.

Conna smirked as she saw the towel lift with his arousal. "But I am afraid we aren't familiar with the plumbing here. Could you show us how it works?"

He gestured through the arch that he had come through to inspect the noise they had made entering and watched the women shed their clothing. It seemed surprising that women whosr trade was sex to be in such fine shape as he admired their muscle tone, but it made more sense as he thought about it.

Astra was the last of them to walk by, and as she neared, she grabbed him by what was under his towel and pulled him gently to follow. She found herself in their shower room where nine other men had been bathing. It was a simple fact that they were enemy soldiers, but after what had happened to the fleet they had to be more direct and find the nearest barracks. Having done so, it made sense to ensure they made it difficult for them to accept the girls as hostile when it came time to act. Being surrounded by the animal lust of ten muscular men trained for stamina was hardly the worst way to engage your enemy.

"Looks like we are outnumbered," Astra commented with a smirk as she massaged the member in her hand.

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"I can see that!" Grey shouted over the sudden roar of gunfire.

Mull rolled his eyes. "But not for long. We caught them in the open like idiots."

"There are more where they came from," Grey replied grimly.

Mull had been correct; the enemy had come through the forest on foot and approached in tight groupings. Unlike the Emberborn, they had all been well equipped despite the stupid-looking steam-whistle helmets. From their elevated position, the defensive forces owned the field populated by tree stumps and enemy soldiers in front of them.

When most of the visible survivors were grouped behind the stumps for cover, he gave the signal to hold fire. Curious heads poked up to look, their helmets making an obvious mockery of subtlety.

"Did they never learn to use mirrors?" Mull asked, quite surprised at their stupidity.

"If you don't fight in trenches with snipers covering every meter of the line, you just don't pick up these things. I'm not sure these guys have ever fought in an open battle before." Grey didn't think they looked like useless conscript fodder but they certainly fought like amateurs.

"At least they aren't quite stupid enough to try advancing again."

"They have to move at some point, but backwards right now would be the right call. I mean, assuming they lived that long."

Of course, they didn't. The Emberborn stalked in behind them and got to the grim work of finishing them off. So focused on what was in front of them they simply hadn't noticed the enemy behind. When they did finally notice it was too late. Some tried to fight, others to surrender, but they all died messily. The screams of the dying had covered the sounds until there simply were no more.

"Rapid recovery now!" Grey ordered and the soldiers in the forward trenches went over the top to join the Emberborn in stripping the weapons and supplies from the dead men in the field.

Other Emberborn came out of the forest carrying crates and anything else they found at the enemy camp that could be stolen. As everyone finished their work they rallied at the trenches.

"The next wave will be here soon. They might not be as stupid." Grey watched as weapons were being distributed. "Looks like we will have as much kit as we will be getting."

"Are they putting enemy helmets on posts?" Mull asked.

Grey looked to see that the posts used to hold the trench walls up were indeed getting decorations. "Looks like."

With everyone he had at his disposal busy fortifying their positions in the trenches, Grey knew they were as ready as they could be. There wouldn't be any holding back next time.

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As Astra felt the second soldier push himself inside her womanhood to share it with his comrade, she knew they weren't holding back. Feeling two men sliding against each other within her body as she was supported between the two muscular chests pressing against her forced a climax from her.

She could see Conna enjoying being held by the hip of the man within her as another helped hold her off the floor by the member in her throat and the hands gripping her breasts. It was hard to see in the steam-filled shower, but the other girls were enjoying themselves from the sound of things.

A second wave of pleasure moved through her as the man behind her started to bite at her neck in a not-so-gentle way.

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Mari found it surprising that she had been the least interesting member of the group. She knew her ink was off-putting to the nobility, but that usually just made them treat her more roughly - the way she liked. Hope, on the other hand, was the most desired and Mari suggested walking her back to the ship for a rest that wouldn't be interrupted.

"Is she alright?" Ving asked as she saw Mari supporting Hope through the door.

"She's fine, just dead on her feet tired. I can keep an eye on her if you wanted to throw on a pretty dress and head on up." Mari noticed the company Ving had and didn't want to spoil anything by saying too much.

Ving stripped naked right there, her dress had been hanging ready at the bar for exactly such a situation. As Mari watched, Ving was fastened in by Mella.

After Mari had seen Hope into her bed, she came out to see Ving trotting off to join the others, leaving her friend on the docks.

"Not allowed to follow?" Mari asked, picking the artefact off the bar where it had been laid.

"Sadly, no." Malla turned to see what Mari was holding.

"Have you two been using this?" Mari showed off the silver shaft.

"It makes me feel like my true self," Mella replied.

Mari nodded at what that meant. "I hope you don't mind girls covered in ink like your ruling class seems to."

Mella looked back at where Ving had entered the city. "I suppose someone who has sex for a living wouldn't mind me being with someone else."

"The woman she's engaged to be married to certainly doesn't," Mari replied, wondering how much Ving had told her.

Mella laughed. "Well isn't that a thing." He took the silver shaft from Mari. "Hope you like it rough because I have a lot of years to make up for."

"Rough is what I live for." Mari laughed as she dropped her dress to the floor and showed off her ink.

Mella stripped out of his uniform again and inserted the hook with ease and smiled.

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Any other women might have reacted negatively when they walked in on a man pleasuring himself to a set of faded drawn images of naked women - but not the ones who did that day. Sitting in his chair, staring in shock at the group of women who had caught him, the goat-legged fellow froze.

Easy looked over and inspected his hand and smiled. "I can work with that."

The sparkly fairy skipped over to the chair behind the crate serving as a desk and pushed his hands out of the way to hold him herself. As he tried to stammer out a question, Easy lifted her dress and fluttered her wings as she brought herself up to slide down with him inside her. Pulling her breasts out, she pressed them into his stammering face as she worked her hips to feel the mass within her move.

The rest of the women watched as Easy started to moan in pleasure as the man embraced her in acceptance that that was simply his life for the moment. Vile slid her own fingers within herself, shamelessly enjoying the sight while her tails pushed into Leira and Tonna. Foxy and Ela kept back to keep a watch on the door, trying to stay focused on the mission as they watched their friends have fun.

Tonna pushed the silk from her breasts using her lower arms to toy with herself; her upper ones joined her mouth, enjoying the massive breasts of the demon who had lifted Leira up with her free arm to feel the demon tongue pushing inside her.

Leira held on to Vile by her giant ivory horns that curved wickedly as she felt her breasts swell. She had to keep her head low, despite the high ceiling of the room, there simply wasn't an infinite amount. She rubbed her nipples against the ribbed horns and wished the points weren't so sharp and could put them inside. Though she had to admit that the horns couldn't move like the tongue within her did.

Easy laughed at the sudden outbreak of lust in the room and felt herself lifted up to be put on the desk. Her partner wanted more leverage and Easy certainly didn't mind the shift in control. He held her by the ankles and slammed himself into her. She noticed that despite what others were doing, he didn't take his eyes off her as he watched her breasts bounce with his thrusts into her as she sat on the crate. When he kissed her, she held him by the head to make it last as her tongue explored his mouth. She thought about Mari and what men might be doing the same to her body, filling it with themselves, using her, putting their seed deep within her and leaving her on the floor to let it leak out as they walked away. Easy climaxed hard. Her whole body shivered and soon felt it being pumped full of the seed from the man within her. Easy wrapped her legs around him; she wanted it all before she stopped it.

"So," Easy started as she caught her breath. "We hear you are a man who can cause trouble."

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Blaze was helping Liddy recover from her last several clients by gently massaging with her tongue and tasting all the men who poured out from her body. Her own fingers had already brought her to climax, but she didn't stop until the door opened to admit Hannah and Ving.

Liddy waited until their kiss had run on too long before interrupting. "Yes?"

"Right." Ving looked between Hannah and Liddy before noticing Blaze. "So the fleet got taken out by another that hides in the fog. They use radio masts and shepherd ships to keep their locations in the smog from the city and their fire control is specific enough to target like fixed guns. Nobody can fight back because they are dead before they can get close, and there's so much smog that even if they did, they couldn't see anything to shoot."

"Well, fuck." Hannah pushed Ving down to her knees and under her dress.

"Well, we don't have a fleet to fight them with anyways," Liddy commented, about to question what Hannah was doing with Ving at a moment like that, but then she remembered what Blaze was doing. "At least we know they won't fire at the tunnel if they are trying to get inside it still."

"Inky sent the girls to look for the nearest barracks in case we need to get more proactive." Hannah leaned against the door and moaned as her betrothed tasted her.

"No noise from down below yet. They probably don't know what happened. Even if the army is defeated outside, ours can't approach with this smog fleet in the air. It's a stalemate unless we do everything ourselves."

"I could fuck shit up for them with my racer if I could see through the smog," Ving offered, before her head was forcefully pushed back to work.

There was a knock at the door, low enough that Hannah felt it against her bum and knew it was Emma.

"Back to work." Liddy groaned as Blaze helped her up and with getting dressed.

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Grey was, by pure technicality, having a good day. Their ruse intact, their position more secure than he had expected at the start of the mission, and an utter killing field in front of them marking their success. However, the endless tide of enemies being thrown at them made it feel like anything but.

Mull was dead, along with many others. Their position was an advantage, but not immunity. The chaos of battle reigned, but between the trained soldiers and the Emberborn who appeared utterly fearless, things seemed to be holding together. At least until he heard the metal rumbling coming from the main road. Unlike the walking spider he had faced with Hannah, the constructs making the noise looked like boxes on tracks with fixed guns sticking out the front.

Their shots were terribly aimed but Grey knew that when they did hit they would be devastating to their lines. His prediction came true a moment later when one blew apart a section of their lower trenches. They didn't have anything they could use to touch the new foe as they found their range; and considered using the sceptre guard to rush them when a shadow fell over the field.

As Grey looked up he saw silk sheets catching the air as their shape cushioned the fall of wooden boxes. They had landed in front of them and he wondered just what had interrupted the battle when they burst open to reveal humanoid walking contraptions much more like the spider. They wrecked their boxes and turned to face the the Steam King's armoured boxes. Guns mounted on their arms burst with lead to strike down the infantry while others used the cannons on their shoulders to tear apart the metal-tracked boxes that had seemed like a formidable threat a moment ago. The field quickly cleared in the face of the new threat.

Grey watched as airships much like the ones that had dropped him off touch down. Emerging from them came more Emberborn, in full kit and uniform. A tall elk man walked up to Grey and saluted him.

"Harlottown sends its regards."

Grey saw the new arrivals mingle with the Emberborn in his company, some only now truly believing that freedom was actually possible and not just a forlorn hope.

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Foxy was glad to have Vile and Tonna around, for their sheer physical intimidation kept the angry voices at bay. Their new friend had tried his best but he clearly hadn't been top dog around the city.

"If we do anything they will kill our families out there with their army!" someone shouted.

"Even if they don't, they will just come back to find us dead!" came another.

"Oh for fucks sakes, you idiots!" Leira shouted. "Their army isn't here to kill you! We watched it march out! This place is as fucking empty as it ever will be!"

There was dead silence in the room as the thought made its way through their minds.

"If we can make enough of a fuss, close the doors and retract the ramps, we can lock their army out of their own city." Foxy had made the plan when they first arrived and really wanted to make sure everyone understood the situation. "We can't do anything about what goes on out there. I can make promises about freedom afterwards, but it won't mean anything if we just sit here. Of course, they can kill us or them out there, but someday they are going to do that anyway. The difference now is that we can take a lot of them with us and just maybe put an end to it for good."

"Please!" The Suna pleaded from beside Foxy. "I just want to stop being afraid all the time." She suddenly sounded very angry. "I wanna fucking break shit!"

Foxy watched as the frightened mob turned into an angry one on the verge of becoming a riot.

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The mood for the women was tense as they continued to cater to the desires of the generals. It was hardly a challenge for most women to mask their unease with smiles, let alone professionals.

The gallery connected to the balcony where they had witnessed the destruction of the fleet was alive with jovial music as a disk spun under a needle and speaker. However, when it had once been mingled with the sounds of laughter from the generals, it was soon the only sound when they spotted what was going on outside.

New ships were spotted, hanging close over the tunnel, and dropping reinforcements. As they looked on, nobody could identify who they were.

"Sir!" A flunky charged in and handed a stack of papers to the general still deep inside Hannah, who grunted at him to summarize them. "Enemy reinforcements landed. Walking machines that have taken out our mobile box guns. Unknown uniforms, but they are entirely Emberborn. Their symbol is the letter 'H', sir!"

"How many?" the general demanded as Hannah felt him lose his mood and withdraw from her.

"Unknown, sir. The Emberborn army bears identification as the 69th sir!"

Hannah started to giggle as did the other women.

The general looked at Hannah in deranged confusion.

"Emberborn soldiers..." Hannah brought herself back into her role. "How silly!"

The general shook his head and looked back at his flunky. "What else?"

"Our fleet can't engage with them so close to the tunnel. They are all asking for more orders, sir."

Hannah ran her fingers over the chest of her general, enticing him to ignore his duties.

He looked down at Hannah and her breasts before looking back out the window to the small group of ships flying around the mountain. Growling with frustration, he got off of Hannah and stuffed himself back into his trousers.

"Party time over! Everyone is back at their posts until the fighting is over!" As he stormed out his comrades followed until the women were left alone.

"I guess Harlottown has arrived," Liddy smirked.

"And he brought his best bits with him," Inky added, looking through a spyglass she had swiped from one of the generals.

Hannah wondered how much distance she could resolve though such a tiny lens.

"The lens!!" Hannah suddenly shouted, almost in a panic.

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