Gallant Girl and Crimson
Vixxen
And The
Den of the Steam Lord
Chapter
1 Triumph of the
Steambot
Arius
Sturmpeller rubbed his hands in
satisfaction.
“Finished,” he crowed, “finished at
last. The citizens of Kriegstadt
will bow before me when it is loosed upon them.”
He turned his stork-like
body and shambled across the floor of the gigantic stone
cavern. “Do you not see,
Julius?” he continued, grinning madly at the small round man who was
his very antithesis physically.
“Do you not see the end of the
burghers? They will grovel at
my feet and offer me their daughters.”
“It is an appealing
thought, my friend,” Julius Kaberle
replied. “The steambot has
been an immensely time-consuming and expensive
project. I see just one
problem. How will you power
it? Its coal reserves serve to
keep it running for only half an hour.”
“Half an hour will
be enough,” Sturmpeller replied, his hatchet features flushed with
anticipation and his immensely tall, angular body almost shaking in
excitement. I have a plan for
a more permanent source of energy, provided she is stupid enough to
cooperate.”
“Kaberle’s face
lightened in understanding.
“She? You mean the
superheroine?”
“Yes, the
superheroine. Gallant Girl to
be exact. If I am lucky she may
even bring along her little friend, Crimson
Vixxen. It will be a good deal
of fun training them to accept my authority.” He smiled, revealing jagged
yellow teeth. “I am quite
looking forward to it.”
Gallant Girl peered through
the thick atmosphere of Kriegstadt.
It was raining and her metallic silver costume glistened with
moisture. She was an impressively
statuesque woman with her shoulder-length dark hair and hourglass
figure. She was only briefly
clad in a gleaming silver tank top that laced up the front, promising easy
access to her swelling breasts for any that dared to attempt
it. Her rather minimalist bikini
bottom of the same material was equally tempting, being laced halfway, both
front and back. Many thugs had
dreamed about releasing those enticing laces, but none had succeeded.
Protected by her gamma shield
she was not bothered by the cold, but she did find the thick industrial
atmosphere that surrounded her more than a little
unpleasant. In spite of the constant
drizzle the atmosphere over the city was thick with the sulphurous stench
of coal smoke. “There could
be a hundred crimes going on in this soup,” she muttered, “and
I’d never know it.”
Forty stories below her
were the smog-shrouded streets of the
city. If something was going
to happen it would be best if she was in a position to actually see
it. She got to her feet, stretching
her almost six feet of athletic womanhood and looked for her
companion. Crimson Vixxen was
supposed to be here somewhere. She
spotted her on a ledge about thirty feet
down. The blonde teen was partly
sheltered by a slight overhang and was trying to keep her rather brief red
costume from being soaked; not that there was much to
soak. The amount of material
covering the girl’s shapely body would hardly have made up a good-sized
handkerchief.
Gallant Girl signalled to
the junior heroine, motioning that they were going to have to go
lower. Crimson Vixxen waved back
and stepped off the ledge. She
dropped like a stone for about forty stories and then came to a controlled
landing, just above the street.
Gallant Girl
smiled. The teen superheroine
was impressive, but it was nothing she couldn’t
match. She stepped forward and
activated her gamma field, descending gracefully until she reached her
companion.
The ever-present smog seemed
even thicker at street level.
“I don’t think we will be able to see much here either,”
Crimson Vixxen observed.
“No,” Gallant
Girl agreed,” but we might get
lucky. My sources told me that
something big was going down tonight connected with Arius
Sturmpeller.”
“Sturmpeller? The steam
lord?”
“One and the
same. The last time he loosed
one of his creations on Kriegstadt he levelled three city blocks and killed
more than fifty people. It took
all of my energy to stop him.”
“He’s an evil
bastard alright. But what is
there here that would attract him?”
“Any number of
things. We’re right in the
middle of Kreigstadt’s main industrial
sector. The building we were
on is Ludwig Chemicals; across the street is Zimmer Heavy Metals; and a block
down is Werner Steamworks. Any
or all of those industries would attract
him. Due to the ban the Volkstag
has placed on strategic materials the only way he can get them is by stealing
them or resorting to bribery.”
Crimson Vixxen looked nervously
around her. She didn’t like
being at street level. Higher
elevations always made her feel safe.
She could see what was happening without being
seen. But this was a particularly
murky night, made more so by the thick black smoke spewing from the rooftops
of the buildings around them. The
dim gas lighting was entirely inadequate in coping with the thick atmospheric
stew. Even the carbon arc lighting
of Magnus Electrical could not penetrate the gloom for more than a few
feet. “You’d think
that in the enlightened days of the Steam Age someone would find a cleaner
fuel than coal,” she said.
“I’ve heard tell
that a few techs are working on it, but there is immense pressure from the
big coal companies not to license any technologies that compete with
them.”
“Typical,” Crimson
Vixxen muttered. Suddenly she
froze. “What’s that?”
she whispered.
“What we’ve been
waiting for I think,” Gallant Girl
answered.
Crimson Vixxen took a look
at her partner and took a deep breath.
She was still new to crimefighting, having only involved herself in
a few cases. Gallant Girl’s
calm presence was most reassuring.
She watched as Gallant Girl levitated; rising about ten feet above
the street to get a better look at what was
coming. It silhouetted the
heroine’s tall, curvaceous body against the glow of one of the gas
lights. Even though she was not
particularly partial to women, Crimson Vixxen had to admit that Gallant Girl
was amazingly attractive. With
her shoulder-length chestnut hair, full, high breasts, flat stomach, and
tight backside; she could have modelled for a top fashion
magazine. She was, however, the
pre-eminent crimefighter in Kriegstadt.
Her ability to emit and manipulate what she called her gamma field
gave her immense power.
Crimson Vixxen was not exactly
without powers herself. Blonde
and petite, standing just five-foot-three and weighing only a hundred pounds
in a wet fog, she was immensely strong, possessing the strength of a least
twenty men. She could also fly,
a seemingly natural ability that required no activation of any
field. Her only weakness was
that she was not invulnerable. She
could be hurt, and during one of her first encounters with criminals she
had been badly injured when a thug she hadn’t spotted had hit her from
behind. If Gallant Girl had not
rescued her there was no telling what might have happened to
her. She suppressed a
shudder. In spite of her chosen
career of crimefighter, she was haunted by a morbid fear of being
captured. Her lively imagination
could readily imagine what would happen to any attractive young women in
the hands of villains.
Gallant Girl had no such
fears. Her gamma field not only
enabled her to fly, it could be used as a shield to block any attacks directed
toward her. It could also be
used to deliver a gamma burst; an intense blast of energy that could be directed
against any hostile target. With
these powers she was a formidable crimefighter and Crimson Vixxen had attached
herself to the heroine ever since their first
meeting.
They made a good
team. Crimefighting was often
a lonely, dangerous, and sometimes boring
job. Each liked having the other
near and during the months they had worked together a strong relationship
had developed between the two young
women. Now they waited side by
side to see what was moving toward them from out of the smoke-mantled streets
of Kriegstadt.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t
quiet. The thing coming at them
from out of the smog sounded like a
“You’d think the
police could hear that,” Crimson Vixxen
observed.
“I suspect they can,”
Gallant Girl said drily.
“They are probably hunkered down someplace hoping that it will
go away.”
“God, it’s a
monster,” breathed Crimson Vixxen.
She immediately floated up from the street, rising forty feet to be
level with the head of the mechanical giant that was clanking toward them.
It was humanoid in shape,
having a massive metal head, two arms, and two legs; all attacked to a riveted
iron torso. It looked like a
crudely designed suit of armour, and the friction of poorly lubricated joints
cause it to shriek horribly with every step it
took. No doubt
Sturmpeller had designed it that way intentionally
to add to the terror it generated.
From behind its shoulders
rose two tall smokestacks, each spewing sparks and thick
smoke. Two large lanterns, set
like eyes in its head, reflected light toward the two heroines, and completed
its hellish appearance. It slowed
as it appeared to catch sight of the two women waiting for
it.
“Gallant Girl, how
good to find you here,” an amplified voice thundered from the mechanical
beast. “And your little
friend, Crimson Vixxen. An added
bonus.”
“You have made a mistake,
Sturmpeller,” Gallant Girl said, moving up to hover next to Crimson
Vixxen. “This time you will
not escape and your madness will end.”
“Oh, I have no intention
of escaping, Gallant Girl,” the mechanical voice
echoed. “Not when what I
have come for is so obliging as to offer itself to
me.”
“Overconfident
bastard,” Gallant Girl said to herself.
“Time to end this pointless
conversation.” She raised her hands, and concentrating, sent a gamma
blast toward the hulking machine.
She aimed for the head and
in stared in amazement as the bolt of energy exploded against the armoured
head without the slightest effect
She looked at her hands as if
they had somehow malfunctioned. She
had hit the steam-powered robot with enough energy to completely blow it
apart. A hollow laugh echoed
from the machine. “Surprised,
Gallant Girl? This time it is
you who will suffer defeat.”
“The hell I will,”
the heroine answered.
“I’m not done
yet.” Like an arrow she
hurled herself at the head of the metal
monster. “If I hit it hard
enough I’ll knock it off balance.”
One hundred and forty pounds
of heroine struck the steambot like a human
arrow. There was a loud clang
and a startled cry as Gallant Girl bounced off the armoured surface like
a tennis ball leaving a racket.
Spinning like a top she
hurtled through the air for several seconds before bringing herself under
control. Protected by her gamma
field she was only slightly winded, but she realized that bringing down
Sturmpeller’s latest creation was going to be tougher than she had
thought. “What the hell
has he done to that thing?” she
wondered. “I hit it hard
enough to completely destroy it.”
A red streak shot past her,
accompanied by a wild yell. Crimson
Vixxen hurled herself at Sturmpeller’s
creation. Gallant Girl held her
breath. The blonde heroine had
no invulnerability; what was she going to do?
To her surprise and relief
she noted that the girl was trailing a long cable behind
her. It took her a second to
realize that the girl had probably appropriated the cable from the nearby
metalworks. She had fashioned
one end of the cable into a giant lassoe and was buzzing around the
monster’s head like a gnat.
As she watched, the heroine whirled
the lassoe, spinning it into a gigantic loop and then dropped it over the
massive iron head.
It was a clever and well
executed ploy, but it backfired badly.
As Gallant Girl watched in horror there was a sound of powerful springs
releasing and the steambot’s arm shot out
caught the cable in its iron fingers.
If Crimson Vixxen had just thought to let
go of the cable she might have escaped, but she hung on, testing her strength
against that of the mechanical colossus and was whipped toward the machine
like a child’s toy.
Crimson
Vixxen had time for just one terrified scream before
she disappeared into the fingers of the robot’s immense
hand. Gallant Girl did not wait
to hear the crunch of bone or the splash of blood as her friend was killed;
she hurled herself against the iron brute in a desperate attempt to save
the novice crimefighter.
It was exactly what Sturmpeller
was waiting for. As Gallant Girl
slammed full force against the monster’s hand in an attempt to jar her
friend loose, the iron beast’s mouth opened and a heavy net shot forth,
settling over the astonished heroine.
Netted like a fish, she struggled wildly in a desperate attempt to
escape, but was drawn into the steambot’s
gaping mouth before she had time to shred the net with a gamma
burst.
Gallant Girl found herself
trapped inside an iron chamber, but kept her
cool. Furious at her stupidity,
she tore herself free of the net with a few well-directed
blasts. “That scum,”
she raged. “I’ll blow
this bucket of bolts apart from the
inside.” And then she was
aware of a strange dizziness. She
was able to form just one more word, before her vision
faded. “Gas,” she
said. As she slipped into
unconsciousness she was aware of a hollow laugh of
triumph.
Gallant Girl hung between
sleep and wakefulness and then slowly her consciousness
returned. She was aware of a
low sobbing sound and then slowly opened her
eyes. The first thing she saw
was the helpless form of Crimson Vixxen.
The blonde heroine was struggling helplessly, suspended by chains
attached to her wrists and ankles that held her body about a foot off the
floor in the shape of an X. It
was obvious from her sweat-soaked costume and her sobs of frustration that
she had been fighting the chains for some
time. Gallant Girl’s immediate
response was one of relief that her junior companion had not been killed,
but it was short lived as she assessed her
situation.
Unlike her blonde companion,
Gallant Girl was not hanging by her arms, but her position was hardly
comfortable. She was locked into
a metal framework, her legs spread wide and held by metal bands at her
ankles. Her body reclined in
a sitting position, and her arms were pulled out to the sides and held there
by metal wrist clamps.
The
apparatus that held her consisted of a circular base of heavy
metal. Rising from the front
of the base were three tubes that came together about eighteen inches over
the centre of the metal base to support the curved metal
seat. Beautifully crafted metal
tubes supported the bands that clamped her wrists and
ankles. The apparatus held her
helpless, her legs spread-eagled and her arms pulled
wide. To complete the bondage,
a heavy metal collar encircled her neck.
She could hardly have been more powerless or vulnerable and she had
a perfect view of Crimson Vixxen’s torment.
She and her companion were
being held in a vast cavern that appeared to have been carved from solid
rock and where there was no rock there was
iron. The room was filled with
massive machines and the hiss of steam.
Overhead carbon arc lighting crackled and flickered, and along the
walls huge gas flames supplied additional
illumination. If it was not a
vision of Hell, then it was very close to
it.
She wondered about the metal
collar. It appeared to have no
function in restraining her, but she guessed it had not been locked around
her neck without a good reason. A
few seconds later her question was
answered. Arius Sturmpeller stepped
into view. He was dressed in
a long black coat, battered top hat, and baggy black
trousers. He reminded Gallant
Girl very much of a grotesque vulture as he paraded himself in front of
her.
“How very good of you
to so obligingly fall into my trap, Gallant Girl,” he grinned, his harsh,
high pitched voice very like the bird he
resembled.
Gallant Girl shuddered as
she looked at him and involuntarily strained at the bonds that held
her. There was no give, and for
some reason her gamma powers, which should have greatly augmented her strength
seemed to be gone.
“That’s it, Gallant
Girl, fight to escape. I find
the sight of a struggling woman exciting.”
“You filthy buzzard,
what have you done to me?”
Gallant Girl twisted her body, fighting the restraints just as Crimson
Vixxen had done and with just as much lack of success.
“What have I
done? Why, I have trapped you
and taken away your powers. The
metal collar around your neck drains off any energy from your gamma field
and transfers it to where it will be far more
useful.” He cackled as he
finished speaking and gestured toward a large array of what looked like glass
cones. There were hundreds of
them, arranged in neat rows. They
alternately brightened and then dimmed as if there were some sort of light
illuminating them.
“You see how they drain
your energy,” Sturmpeller said, moving so close that that she could
smell his fetid breath. As Gallant
Girl shied away from him and strained at her restraints, the hundreds of
conical glass prisms flashed brightly.
“Already you have given off enough energy to power my steambot
for several hours, but I expect to extract a good deal more power from you
than that, and the extraction process with be most
delicious.”
Suddenly in spite of the
fact that the room was far from warm, Gallant Girl found her body was covered
with sweat. She had to use all
of her willpower to keep from shaking in
fear. But she put on a brave
front. There was someone she
cared more about than herself.
“What do you need Crimson
Vixxen for?” she asked.
“She’s done nothing to you.”
“Other than attempting
to attack my steambot you mean? It
is true she hasn’t done much, but I enjoy having her
here. She is a delicious little
creature.”
Sturmpeller’s repeated
use of the word “delicious” had Gallant Girl’s stomach in
knots. “Let her go,”
she begged. “I’m the
one you really want. Release
her and I’ll cooperate.”
“Release
her? So that she can attempt
to find a way to foil me? I think
not. I have very definite plans
for her, and as for your cooperation; it appears that I already have
it.”
“If you harm her I
won’t rest until I’ve destroyed
you. You can be sure of
that.”
“She’s very arrogant
for a woman in so vulnerable a position isn’t she
Arius?” The man who spoke
emerged from behind the array of flashing glass
prisms. He was of less than average
height, but his shoulders were so broad and his stomach so round that he
looked like a walking ball.
Continuing with the bird analogy, he resembled a very fat and grotesque
penguin. Like Sturmpeller he
wore black, but his clothes were glossy rather than
dull. Double gold rings glinted
from his right eyebrow and right earlobe.
“Julius Kaberle!”
Gallant Girl exclaimed.
“The same,” Kaberle
replied, his voice pitched low, almost like the purr of a cat, “and
I am here to exact a measure of revenge for what you and your companion did
to my laboratory.”
“What we did was rid
Kriegstadt of a menace. The bomb
you were building would have blown up half the
city.”
“Only if the Volkstag
refused to give me what I asked.
But you spoiled that and now you will pay.”
“Harm Crimson Vixxen
and you’ll wish you’d never seen either of us,” Gallant Girl
warned.
Kaberle gave a low
chuckle. “Bold isn’t
she Arius? It is almost as if
it was she who held us prisoner and not the other way
around. But I think in a short
while she will realize just how hopeless her situation
is.”
“Which one will we
start with?” Sturmpeller asked.
He licked away a fleck of spittle from the corner of his
lip.
Kaberle licked his
lips. “I think the little
blonde. It will give Gallant
Girl something to think about and it will be most interesting to gauge her
reaction.”
“Don’t touch
her,” Gallant Girl pleaded.
Her mouth was so dry that her tongue was sticking to the roof of her
mouth. “Take me
instead. I’ll do anything
you want.”
“It is nice of you
to offer,” Sturmpeller grinned, “but I think we can pretty much
do what we want to you anyway. Why
should we bargain for what we already have?”
“I’ll give myself
willingly, and I won’t attempt to
escape. Just let the girl go.”
Gallant Girl looked Sturmpeller right in the eye as she
spoke.
“You are assuming that
we want a compliant heroine,” Kaberle
interjected. “It is always
so much more satisfying when the woman struggles.”
“You are monsters,”
Gallant Girl cried.
“Yes,” Kaberle
grinned. “I suppose we
are.”
As he finished speaking
he began to move toward Crimson Vixxen, ignoring Gallant Girl’s
protests. The petite blonde heroine
tensed her body, once more trying to break the heavy chains that held
her.
“Highest quality steel,
Crimson Vixxen,” Kaberle said.
“Each chain strain-tested to over two
tons. It is easily a match for
your very considerable strength.”
“What are you going
to do?” the teen heroine quavered as Kaberle stepped closer to
her. The floor beneath her was
slick with her sweat and considerably more beaded on her velvet
skin.
“What a man usually
does when in the presence of a beautiful woman who offers herself to
him.”
“I’m not offering
myself to you,” the heroine
screamed. “You chained me
like this.” She strained
her body, her lithe muscles standing out as she put every ounce of effort
into one more futile attempt to break the
chains. She fell back, her breasts
heaving beneath the thin red band that covered them.
“You have no idea how
much that excites me,” Kaberle
panted. He reached toward her
and tugged at the laces that held her brief breast
covering. The material fell away
revealing Crimson Vixxen’s pink
nipples. “Ahh, those look
almost edible. Let’s taste
them shall we?” He raised
his head and took the girl’s left nipple into his
mouth. She let out a little whimper
of fear as his teeth grazed her stiffening bud.
“Delectable,”
Kaberle said.
“Let’s see what’s down
below.” He reached into
his pocket and took out a small utility
knife. With a click he slid the
blade into place.
With eyes like saucers the
heroine watched as the villain held the blade up to her
breasts. Her breathing quickened
as he touched the needle point to her tender
skin. “Just think, Crimson
Vixxen, a simple flick of my wrist and you would be horribly
disfigured. Does that frighten
you?”
Crimson Vixxen did not answer,
but the look on her face was enough.
“I see that it does,” Kaberle
said. “What does fear do
to you? Does it arouse you as
it arouses me?”
The heroine
swallowed. “Of course I’m
afraid, who wouldn’t be? But
I’ll see that you are punished for this if it’s the last thing
I do.”
Still spirited,” Kaberle
grinned, tracing the knife slowly down her body without breaking the
skin. He stopped at her bright
red bikini shorts, and slipping the blade between her thigh and the tight
material slit it neatly to the waist.
Another cut on the other side finished the
job.
“Beautiful,” Kaberle
exclaimed as he revealed the blonde thatch between the heroine’s
thighs. He put away his knife
and cupped her mound of Venus.
Crimson Vixxen’s already
rapid breathing quickened, her chest
heaving. She tried not to think
about what the evil scientist was doing as his fingers probed her nether
region. “This is interesting,
Kaberle commented. “I do
believe our little heroine has never had a
man. This will be a special
occasion.”
Struggling in her chains
a few feet away, Gallant Girl cursed both of the mad scientists, but they
ignored her, intent on the trembling young
girl. Crimson Vixxen bit her
lip to keep from speaking. She
was terrified of what was to come and feared that if she opened her mouth
she would beg for mercy; an act that would be just one step away from
breaking. But she almost gave
in as Sturmpeller slacked the chains holding her wrists so that she was more
accessible to Kaberle.
The squat scientist unzipped
his pants, revealing an impressively thick male
member. It was fully erect, tipped
with a glistening drop of semen. At
the last second Crimson Vixxen’s nerve
broke. “No,” she
cried. “Please don’t
do this,” and then she whimpered in pain and fear as Kaberle placed
his hands on her backside and pulled her toward
him.
She bit back a wail of despair
as Kaberle entered her. Every
fear she had of being captured came back to her as the thickset scientist
grunted his way into her. She
was very tight, her virginal tunnel of love forcing him to use all of his
strength to penetrate her. She
felt something tear inside her, and cried out in shame as he breached her
hymen.
“Not so heroic now
are you, Crimson Vixxen?” Kaberle gasped, between
strokes. “You are nothing
but my whore now, a position I intend to keep you in until I tire of
you.”
The petite heroine endured
the rape bravely, refusing to look at her brutal assailant as he ground into
her, but her ordeal was just beginning.
As her body bucked from Kaberle’s powerful thrusts she felt
Sturmpeller behind her. The
stork-like scientist grasped her heaving body and pulled her toward
him. She realized as he did so
that he had shed all of his clothing.
At the last second she realized what he was going to
do. Her scream was one of pure
terror. It quickly changed to
one of acute agony, as gripping her breasts, he forced his not inconsiderable
member between her tight buttocks and penetrated her other opening.
Crimson Vixxen bucked liked
a wild horse as the two villains took her, the movement of her body making
her violation all the more enjoyable.
Finally, as she reached even the limits of her endurance, they finished,
each man climaxing within minutes of the
other. They left Crimson Vixxen
hanging in her chains, exhausted and humiliated.
Replacing his clothing
Sturmpeller turned to Gallant Girl.
The silver-clad heroine was nearly as exhausted as her unfortunate
team-mate, having spent the entire time attempting to break free of her
restraints. She succeeded, however,
only in draining her energy to the point where she was so exhausted that
she could barely lift her head when Sturmpeller confronted
her.
“Excellent, Gallant
Girl. I see that you have fully
charged my steambot and we haven’t even begun with
you. I can imagine what it will
be like when Julius and I savour your abundant
charms.”
Calling more on willpower
than strength, Gallant Girl managed to raise her head and muster a
reply. “You have ravaged
an innocent young girl. It is
a crime you will pay dearly for.
And I will see that you pay it if it takes the rest of my
life.”
“The rest of your life
belongs to me, Gallant Girl. I
intend to drain your energy until you are nothing but a
shell. You will spend your life
in servitude until I decide that I no longer need
you.”
Exhausted as she was, Gallant
Girl found the strength to reply.
“If I die I am of no use to you, and you can’t keep me here
like this forever. I need food
and water as well as other things.”
Sturmpeller
nodded. “For once you and
I agree. Be assured I have no
intention of letting you die – at least not right
away. I have too much need of
you. And, of course, Julius and
I need to get to know you better.”
“You are an insidious
monster,” Gallant Girl gasped.
“I try to be,”
Sturmpeller impassively. “Now
it is time to see if you are as enjoyable as Crimson
Vixxen.”
Gallant Girl watched, her
body trembling as Sturmpeller moved toward
her. As he took out a knife similar
to that used by Kaberle she fought against her restraints, somehow finding
new strength. She succeeded only
in greatly increasing the intensity of the glass prisms as they fed on her
energy.
“Oh,” Sturmpeller
said. “Taming you is going
to be most pleasant.” His
eyes drank in her body, filling Gallant Girl with
revulsion. And then while she
quivered in rage and fear he began to cut the laces on her silver
halter.
He made a ceremony out of
it, cutting each lace deliberately and watching as Gallant Girl’s struggles
forced her breasts from their hiding
place. “Exquisite,”
Sturmpeller commented. “I
am quite looking forward to the next couple of
hours.” He reached out quite
deliberately and closed his hands over her breasts.
Gallant Girl clamped her
jaw as Sturmpeller mauled her breasts, knowing that far worse was to come,
but the sweat of fear beaded her velvet skin and it took all of her willpower
to hold still and endure the brutal ordeal.
Sturmpeller
grinned. “A true
heroine. It is going to be most
enjoyable breaking you.” He
withdrew his hands and picking up the razor edged knife cut through the laces
binding the front of her silver bikini
shorts. Teasingly he parted the
material revealing the dark brown well trimmed thatch that outlined her gates
of pleasure. A touch more of
the knife and her brief covering was gone, allowing Sturmpeller to insert
first one finger and then two into the tight slit between her
thighs.
Gallant Girl held very still,
but could not completely control her
reaction. Sweat dripped from
her body and her breathing quickened as Sturmpeller probed her inner
recesses. “Tight,”
he murmured. “Almost virginally
so. This is going to be more
enjoyable than I thought.”
“I will kill you for
this,” Gallant Girl threatened, but her words rang hollow as the predatory
villain began to remove his clothing.
“Monitor her
reaction,” Sturmpeller said to
Kaberle. “I want to see
if there is any change in her gamma output when she is in the throes of
sex.”
A few feet away an exhausted
and demoralized Crimson Vixxen watched the humbling of her
mentor. Gallant Girl’s was
offered like a banquet and Sturmpeller dined on her perfect
body. Her perfect breasts quivered
as the villain thrust into her. He
made little attempt to be gentle, but the only sound that escaped her lips
was a slight gasp as he penetrated her.
Sturmpeller grunted with the
effort. “Tight bitch,”
he murmured. “This is going
to be fantastic. He drove hard
into her, hammering her in time to the rhythmic pounding of the steam powered
machinery. Her body shuddered
violently with each thrust, her large breasts bouncing
high.
A few feet away, Kaberle
studied a console, making notes in a most clinical
fashion. Then with a leer he
left his post and moved behind the steel framework that held the
heroine. He pulled a lever and
suddenly Gallant Girl’s body was arched backward as the machine bent
her into position. “Bite
me and I mutilate your little friend,” Kaberle
warned. Gallant Girl only grunted
as he seized her hair, forcing her head back and then jammed his member into
her mouth.
Crimson Vixxen fought back
the urge to vomit as Gallant Girl was brutally raped from both
ends. It was a horrific scene,
but the terrified junior heroine could not tear her eyes away from
it. She watched until both master
criminals satisfied themselves.
Gallant Girl’s chest heaved from the exertion, her face reflecting
the humiliation and the bitter fact that she was helpless to prevent the
men who had violated her from doing it
again.
“What were the
readings?” Sturmpeller asked as he pulled his pants back
on.
“Double her normal
output,” Kaberle replied, wiping the grin of satisfaction from his
face. “Sexual stimulation
seems to agree with her.”
“You hear that, Gallant
Girl?” Sturmpeller jeered.
“Being used like a whore seems to agree with
you. It is time you took your
rightful place in my creation.”
From somewhere Gallant Girl
found the breath to reply. “I
will never serve you willingly,” she
vowed. “At the first chance
I will destroy you.”
“I prefer you
unwilling,” Sturmpeller replied.
“It is so much more pleasant to bend you to my
will.” He turned to
Kaberle. “Let’s place
the heroine in position. We will
put Crimson Vixxen in there with her.
It will no doubt stimulate her even more.”
Kaberle nodded and moved
back to the control console and made a few quick
adjustments. There was the sharp
hiss of escaping steam and Gallant Girl felt the contraption that held her
begin to move. Slowly she was raised into the air and then turned toward
the hulking figure of the steambot.
Its boilers cold, the monster was silent, but it was still a sinister
presence, looming in the gloom like a
Titan. Slowly her bondage platform
moved toward it. Just a few feet
from its metal chest there was a clanking sound as some internal mechanism
went to work and a door slid open in the metal monster’s chest, revealing
a dark interior cavity. Smoothly
she was inserted into the opening, coming to rest on a metal
floor.
“Welcome to your new
home,” Sturmpeller cackled.
The madman had ridden the metal frame with her and now leaned over
her, his face a picture of maniacal glee.
“From here you will bring my creation to
life.”
There was a crackle as electric
arc lights hissed to life, illuminating the chamber in their blinding
glare. Gallant Girl felt a chill
run down her sweating body as she observed some of the equipment lining the
walls and floor of the room.
Sturmpeller was quick to notice her
fear. “Yes, Gallant Girl,
this room was specially prepared for you several weeks
ago. It was so obliging of you
to fall into my trap so completely.
Without you this room would lack purpose, but now it will soon be
the heart of my creation.”
A whimpering sound announced
the arrival of Crimson Vixxen.
Kaberle and several henchmen escorted the nude and helpless
heroine. She was cruelly fettered,
a thick steel bar shackled just above each elbow, pulling her arms painfully
toward the middle of her back. She
staggered forward, her back arched almost as if she was offering her body
to her captors, but the agonized expression on her face clearly showed her
pain. She was escorted by a dozen
men, six to a side, holding chains that were connected to a metal collar
about her throat. Kaberle ordered
the chains secured to heavy staples set into the wall in a position just
opposite Gallant Girl.
“We thought you might
enjoy the experience of watching one another while we amuse ourselves with
you,” Kaberle grinned.
“Don’t be so eager,
Julius,” Sturmpeller chided gently. “We have to prepare Gallant
Girl first.”
Gallant Girl swallowed,
trying and failing to hide her fear.
Sturmpeller pulled a lever and with a loud clang metal clamps rose
from the floor and locked onto the circular base of bondage frame that held
her. “Since our
‘research’ indicates that your gamma powers respond favourably
to sexual stimuli we will make sure that you are properly
stimulated.” He moved to
the bondage frame and began to turn a wheel at the back of the
frame. Gallant Girl could not
see what he was doing, but she immediately felt the result as the machine
began to slowly draw her arms out to the
side.
She grunted in agony as
her arms were stretched to the limit and then slowly pulled from their
sockets. The pain was excruciating
and only the fact that Sturmpeller stopped cranking the wheel prevented her
from shrieking in agony.
Unfortunately the mad scientist was far from finished with his
preparations. He began to turn
another wheel, twisting the frame and arching her body until her lips parted
in agony. She was breathing heavily,
fighting back the need to scream when Sturmpeller made his final
adjustments.
She whimpered as metal clamps
were snapped on to her nipples, her ability to withstand pain almost
spent. “Does it hurt, Gallant
Girl?” Sturmpeller taunted.
“I was beginning to think you might be almost immune to
pain. It is reassuring to see
that you are not. It will greatly
facilitate your cooperation.”
Between clenched teeth Gallant
Girl found the strength to reply.
“I will die before I cooperate with you,” she
panted.
“Dying will not be
necessary. A little pain will
do, however, and I am going to provide that
now.” Sturmpeller began
to turn another wheel. Even from
her painfully arched position Gallant Girl could see the huge metal phallus
that began to move toward her nether
region.
“No,” she gasped,
her will to resist broken.
“You can’t put that thing into
me.” A second later she
whimpered as the phallus began to slide between the sweet lips of her
vulva. Her cry of agony echoed
through the metal room as the gamma radiation flowed from her
body.
There was a hiss of escaping
steam and a cry of surprise from
Sturmpeller. “It works,”
he exclaimed. “Steam pressure
is already at ten atmospheres. I
have found my power source.”
Fifteen minutes later the
steambot lumbered out of the underground
cavern. Sturmpeller and Kaberle
were about to begin their reign of
terror. As the citizens of
Kriegstadt cried out in fear at the sight of the
clanking, hissing mechanical giant, the defeated Gallant Girl and Crimson
Vixxen struggled against their painful
bondage. They were trapped in
a life of sexual servitude, their powers used for evil, and they were helpless
to prevent it. As their iron
prison swayed with each step and the screams of terrified citizens rose from
the streets both heroines sobbed in pain and humiliation.
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