Steampunk Harlots Ch. 54

If the man thought he had secured an easy job informing the ship of beautiful women that a lockdown was in place and they couldn't go anywhere, he regretted it the moment Liddy handed him a bill. It wasn't that the numbers confused him or that they were so high. After all, he wasn't paying it. No, the regret came when he realised he was going to have to go get the money from someone far more concerned with war and his excuses weren't finding purchase.

"I don't care what some rabble-rousers are up to!" Liddy didn't normally use her aristocratic tone, but laid it on thick to make the man more uncomfortable. "We landed and engaged in business under contract and if our services are no longer needed, then we will be paid!"

The man looked up from the bill, then up from Liddy to the battle raging in the air above them all; the city's ships fired on each other upon emerging from the smog, thinking they were an enemy ship -- until their mistake became clear.

Emma, sensing no better distraction, moved past the man and his guards and through the door they had come through. Their definition of lockdown was rather lax. Although she was wearing a seductive black silk dress that didn't hide the red lace under it, the dress itself was just cover in case of discovery. Her mission was different. Emma could hear Liddy dismissing the battle as irrelevant -- like anyone with more money than sense often did to severely important matters.

Mari was near Liddy and found her task of distracting the men to be as simple as ever, allowing her to watch Emma get through the door. She huffed in boredom to signal Liddy that the elf had gotten through. They continued to keep the men distracted as long as they could so Emma wouldn't need to worry about them getting her from behind; Emma advanced cautiously, sneaking through the halls.

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Easy, too, had been making efforts to not be noticed while discreetly passing through the halls, but a sparkly fairy with wings catching the overhead light in the dank belly of the city stood out. She felt the wind shift suddenly on her wings and leapt forward to dodge the heavy club that had narrowly missed her. Easy cursed as she turned to see a giant troll and wondered how, even with the noise of battle and machinery, she had failed to hear it.

"Vile! Someone!" Easy called out in panic as she dodged another strike.

She didn't know if he was an Emberborn or simply a monster but Easy knew she was alone until she could find someone to help her.

Running in what she thought was the direction of the battle as well as the last known location of her friends, she couldn't shake the pursuit of the thundering steps behind her.

Easy skidded to a halt once she realised she had run into a dead end. She was certain it was a stock room that had been stripped bare ages ago. There was nothing for her to grab as a weapon or hide behind. Turning to face the giant brute, the tattered remains of what might have been a tunic hanging from his waist, Easy was mustered her courage. She knew her only chance would be if she could dodge him and escape the room.

"I'm here to free you! I just want to help!" Easy called out, trying to buy time.

His tiny face on the brutish head furrowed his brow.

Easy wondered if he could understand her at all. The giant greenish-brown leathery skin was marked with scars that suggested he had been brutalized into submission. She felt a pang of sympathy for him even as he roared and charged. A collar on his neck had a snapped chain that dangled, so whatever control he normally had was gone. His wild swing came in low and Easy jumped as high as she could to get over it, fluttering her wings to control her landing.

"Seriously! Vile! Foxy! Anyone!" Easy shouted at the door as she dodged, hoping her voice travelled.

A loud snarl from the hideous face of the troll was the only response she got. Easy knew she was going to get tired quickly if she stayed in range of the club, but every attempt to get to the exit was thwarted mostly by poor luck than by any strategy from the troll.

As he towered over her, she ducked beneath another swing, trying to keep her wings low when she saw the door between his legs. Easy sprinted forward. Getting under the rags the troll wore, he shifted his stance and Easy felt her path blocked by a leg. She tried to move around but it was the other leg. Easy was safe from the club but now she desperately tried to avoid being stepped on. Backing away from another monstrous step, she bumped into the troll again yet both of his legs were visible to either side of her; fearing a hand reaching to touch her, she spun around. Easy needed a moment to grasp what she was seeing, and it was long enough for it to smack her in the face as the troll backed up. In order to avoid falling over, she grabbed on tightly. Without proper footing, Easy had to keep hold as the troll stumbled about awkwardly. Easy felt her lifeline stiffen and it lifted her upwards until she was almost upside down.

The horrific truth finally sank in.

"Please tell me I am holding onto something else for dear life!" Easy shouted in denial.

She felt a giant hand grip her by her feet and pull her up. Easy wanted to let go but also resisted the grip. The troll made different noises as she squeezed him tightly by the shaft.

Dangling Easy while she struggled, the troll let go of his club and pulled off her clothing, breaking her grip on him. He was amused at her fluttering wings as he rubbed Easy against himself. The troll sat down and let Easy go, using his hands as a cage to keep her between his legs.

Easy got the message. The troll was like any man suddenly finding out what women could do for him and didn't care about her. He rubbed her breasts with his fat fingers and pressed them between her legs. Knowing she certainly couldn't fit him inside her and doubted even Vile could, she had to think of something else. Easy guessed his member's size being a full third of her weight and so would need to do something new. She wrapped her legs around his base and pressed her breasts against his shaft while her tongue ran along the tip. It tasted terrible and smelled worse but she could tell the troll was enjoying himself. A sound that might have been a giddy giggle came from behind her as she ground her womanhood against the giant shaft. Moaning entirely without merit, Easy rubbed her hands over the shaft trying to scale up her technique for getting men off quickly.

"I would appreciate anyone coming in and stopping this now!" Easy called out as she felt fingers holding her against the shaft.

Her body was moved with the hands as if he was trying to gratify himself with her body. Easy tried to work her way around so she could be on the other side of the shaft where the grip wasn't so tight on her. Against her sense of standards and self-respect, she felt her body twinge at the teasing.

"No no no! I am not getting turned on by this!" Easy angrily growled at herself.

Denial didn't help as the efforts of thrusting her hips against the giant shaft resulted in him being slickened by her arousal. She could taste the arousal coming from him as well and instinctively ran her tongue through it. The forced moans of earlier were replaced by the thrill of pleasuring such a giant member.

Easy was about to lose herself in the moment when she felt the shaft pulse and the troll making strange noises. She tried to back away but the hands holding her in place got in her way. Sudden horror came over her as his efforts had aimed his member directly at her the moment it burst. By random chance or intentional aim, even after the pressure knocked her off her feet the pulsing shaft remained aimed at her until it finished. Over and over she was doused from head to toe. As the few last spurts landed on her, Easy couldn't breathe or even open her eyes to take in the disgust of what she knew covered her. Slowly, she cleared her eyes and mouth to let herself breathe. A few tentative glimpses confirmed she really didn't want to look at theresulting mess.

The troll was snoring loudly.

Easy tried to look at the door, knowing it would be the best time for her escape. Standing in the doorway were Vile and Foxy with the others behind. She cleared her mouth with her hand again.

"Where were you when I needed you!" Easy whined, trying not to sob in disgust and failed.

The girls stared in stunned silence as they tried to find any part of Easy not covered in seed only to fail as they watched it drip and slide in heavy blobs down her body.

****

Grey didn't have time to enjoy the good news. There was a fleet moving overhead on its way towards the train. It started moving the moment the Steam King's airships started emerging from the smog. Many smaller ships surrounding a massive metal ship that the appearance that until recently the lower hull had been sitting in water for a long time.

They had taken shots at the Steam King's army attacking him as they passed overhead, but what should have been the nail in the coffin of the enemy's morale instead turned into a fanatical frenzy. They were throwing themselves into his guns heedless of their losses and the enormous size of their reserves gave him no rest. The forest had kept the enemy from overwhelming them by slowing them down -- but more were arriving than the defenders could kill.

"What are these lunatics thinking!?" an infantryman from Harlottown asked while reloading.

"That if they take the tunnel, they can still win." Grey passed back the magazine the soldier had dropped from his tired paws.

"Will that actually work?" Having reloaded, the soldier returned to the firing step and lined up his shots.

"No, we collapsed the tunnel right after coming through," Grey replied, wondering if the enemy would believe it if they told them.

The Harlottown soldiers around Grey glanced at him surprised. Evidently, they hadn't been told the whole plan.

"Our goal was to guard the tunnel entrance to keep them all focused here while the southern forces swing in to hit their flanks. Since what's left of our fleet is doing their thing I suppose that explains why they haven't been airlifted. But the point was that we were never going to take the chance on them getting the tunnel."

Their distraction allowed two enemy soldiers to reach the edge of the trench. In an instant, they were cut down by the Scepter Guard stationed with them. The rest of the Guards were scattered all along the forward trench to help prevent a similar breach in their lines.

"Please keep firing, I really want to survive this." Grey pulled grenades off the bodies laying around him, enemy and ally alike, and threw them against the tide of bodies rushing towards them, wishing the gaps made by the explosions lasted longer.

****

Emma walked down the empty halls, looking for her end goal, and continued to wonder why there were no people around. Since they had arrived it almost looked as if the city was empty -- unless people specifically came to interact with the women on the ship. She knew they had to be managing the conflict and that it was almost certainly a more serious issue than they considered it prior to the lockdown.

Listening was easy once she brushed her hair away from her pointed ears; few noises competed in the empty hall other than the faint buzz of the electrical lighting. It was the sound of voices up ahead that she noticed first, and followed them until she spotted the sources as she peeked around the corner.

Two guards were chatting with the first person Emma had seen in the city who looked like he did actual work. A drab suit on a tired-looking man who seemed weary and needed some sleep. The guards admitted him, and Emma could hear a great deal of commotion on the other side of the door.

Hiding her ears with her hair and adjusting her breasts to show off her cleavage, Emma walked up to the door like she was supposed to be there. She wasn't really sure what room the men were guarding but knew that anything guarded was better than nothing.

The way was immediately barred by each soldier extending their arm towards the other so the rifles that rested their butts on the floor crossed in front of her. Emma could see her reflection in the polished bayonets that sat at eye level. Looking at them she could see they weren't looking at her face when they questioned her.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" one of them demanded.

Emma tried to think of something to say, an excuse, a suggestion, or even a command, then just sighed heavily when she came up with nothing. "Fuck it."

Her hands touched the wrists of each man and she sent the magical command to lift each of their arms as they held the crossed rifles. Both men jolted their arms up and soon fell to the floor clutching at where the other had involuntarily stabbed them in the throat. As they died, Emma stole a pistol from them and hid it in her purse.

"Sorry boys, but I haven't the time for mercy. Blame the king who wouldn't free my people to avoid a war."

Emma opened the door a sliver, seeing a narrow hall and hearing a lot of raised voices. She moved through and closed the door behind her. The voices got louder as she got to the end of the hall. There were far too many for her to understand what was being said. When she poked her head through the heavy curtains, she saw why.

It looked like a giant amphitheatre, able to seat hundreds. She was at the top of a giant balcony surrounding a stage in the middle. The seats ringed around the generals yelling over a map in the centre. Below the balcony where the orchestra pit might be in an actual theatre were men sending and receiving messages over the radio. Every square inch of space seemed to be full of people and activity.

As she walked around the outside edge of the balcony seating, the fewer things made sense. The 'stage' where the generals worked made sense even if there seemed to be far too many of them at once. But the seating area was full of all kinds of people who were either jostling for a view, applauding at random, or passed out in the chairs. It occurred to her that the whole reason the halls had been so empty was because everyone was there.

"What the hell is this mess?" Emma asked herself rhetorically.

"War court. Your first time?" answered a weary man on the young side of middle-aged in the suit of a clerk.

Emma nodded, realising she could at least answer honestly. "Yes. I'm afraid I haven't quite figured it out."

"Well," he paused to look down her dress. "Every general brings their staff to applaud their decisions. The problem is, aside from things not going well in the field, is that there's also a riot happening down below. Everyone knows the troops aren't in the city, so they come here to keep safe since there are still guards to offer protection. While here, we need to support our leaders, though some of us pass out from the effort."

"Seems like they aren't even paying attention to anyone up here," Emma replied as she looked around and spotted a staircase that led down below the balcony.

"They aren't. Things are going poorly." The worry in his voice was palpable. "The army still hasn't broken through the mountain and the generals just keep shouting at them to push harder. Our navy is in disarray and fighting with the locals over the city. To top it all off, we have to worry about the Emberborn sneaking up here."

Emma had led him over to where the narrow staircase would take her down to the stage. "Look at the bright side."

"Bright side?" he asked, puzzled by the warm smile she gave him.

"It will all be over soon," Emma replied as she brushed the hair off her pointed ears.

The man was horrified as he watched the elf walk down the stairs, her hips swaying seductively as he struggled to comprehend just what was going on.

When she reached the bottom, she saw the guard but he was facing away from her. Inspecting his ornate uniform and kit, she took a moment to plan her next move. Emma took a deep breath, adjusted her dress to let her move a bit more freely, and shouted.

"Hey, assholes!" Emma plucked the pin from the grenade on the soldiers' belt as everyone turned to face her. "Emberborn freedom!"

The guard with the live grenade was the next thing Emma manipulated with the spectral hand, throwing him onto the map table. The generals were still staring in confusion when the grenade went off.

Chaos followed.

Guards from around the room responded. Emma swatted their weapons away as they fired. Some rounds hit the wall, others the spectators, but when Emma got close to the generals they suffered from their guards deflected fire.

Emma fired her pistol when she could, reaching out to touch those near her to stop their hearts when she could. She lept onto a side table to kick the sword from the hand of a fat general she was sure she had pleased earlier. As he fell over, she picked it up and stabbed it into him before moving on. Emma could see some guards coming after her, but noticed they were also acting as if they thought others might also be attacking them as well. The living generals were human shields for her as she dodged through them to avoid presenting a target as she set off more grenades and ended more lives with her touch.

By the time the shooting stopped, the stage was clear of the living. Emma stood at the centre, surrounded by the balcony viewers above who had remained, and the radios below were now totally ignored by their operators.

"Order the army to surrender!" Emma commanded. "Order the navy and anyone down below to cease fire! Tell them all to surrender or you will die by my touch! My people will be free!"

****

Liddy felt her dress rising over her hips as the man she had spent the last hour browbeating for her payment helped relieve her of it. Her breasts were pressed against the door the moment her dress was thrown to the floor. Playing with the lock to make it sound like she secured her bedroom from intrusion without actually doing so, she felt the man behind her stiffen as his manhood between her legs pressed harder while reaching its full length. He slid between her thighs and Liddy moaned as it rubbed against her womanhood.

"I told you getting me my payment would benefit us both." Liddy hadn't even expected him to come up with the money but certainly didn't mind the resulting circumstance.

"The general didn't even listen, he just approved." The man assumed the chaos of battle made the issue far too minor to concern themselves with.

Of course, once she had the money, she had to think of another reason to distract the men. Liddy was pulled from the door and thrown to the bed on her back where she couldn't help but pick up the scent of the other women who had used it. She was quickly mounted without preamble and felt the man sliding into her.

"Don't worry, I won't charge for this. You feel too good inside me for that," Liddy lied, wishing instead she had a massive Emberborn man inside her as he panted with the effort.

"I know women just need to feel their purpose fulfilled."

The specific meaning of his statement confused Liddy but she wasn't going to question it. She just hoped the others were at least trying to enjoy themselves.

Blaze could be heard through the door to Liddy's room. Getting slammed against it with each thrust, the man her legs werewrapped around put into her. What had started as sounding entirely faked turned into actual pleasure as it continued. Her mechanical hand held the man to her breast where his tongue worked around her nipple. Keeping as many soldiers distracted from the palace proved remarkably easy as more kept showing up. Her feet barely had any time to touch the floor as one man finished before another lifted them back up to take his turn.

Harriott was right in front of Blaze, on all fours pleasuring a man sitting on the stairs with her mouth while another thrust into her from behind. Her breasts swung back and forth with her red hair as each thrust pushed the man deeper into her throat in between quick gasps for air. She swallowed the seed from the man on the stairs and was lifted to bare her naked body to the other men waiting as her legs hung over the arms of the man behind her. As he still managed his thrusts into her, another man joined him in sharing her womanhood. Harriott thought about what the man she was legally bound to would think of two men pumping their seed into her womb at the same time. She moaned as the hands gripped her breasts and felt them pulled on as leverage for getting the men deeper inside her body. Her climax came as the tragedy of the seed belonging to both men spilt out of her as they withdrew.