Gallant Girl and Crimson
Vixxen
And The
Den of the Steam Lord
Chapter
2 Death of a
Heroine
Gallant Girl whimpered in
agony. For two hours the
steambot had rumbled through the city creating
absolute devastation. As the
brutal mechanical rape ravaged her body she had screamed in agony, releasing
her gamma energy into the giant machine and making it completely
invincible. Every scintilla of
energy had been sucked from her body leaving her too weak to move so much
as a finger. It was an event
that somehow served to displease both Sturmpeller and
Kaberle.
“Weakling
bitch. They’re just not
making heroines the way the used to.
How am I supposed to enjoy myself while I wait for the burghers to
surrender?”
“This one as well,”
Kaberle replied twisting Crimson Vixxen’s nipple
savagely. The girl did not even
so much as twitch. Kaberle had
been amusing himself with her for the last half hour and she had finally
fainted from exhaustion.
“We’ll have to let them rest before we can enjoy them
again.”
The voices of the two scientific
fiends were clearly audible to Crimson Vixxen, but very little of their meaning
sank in. Kaberle’s brutality
had driven her consciousness into a corner of her brain where it could hide
from the pain and humiliation of her
ordeal. It was as if they were
speaking from the end of a very long tunnel, and even though she knew that
she was the subject of their conversation it made little sense to her tortured
mind. She only knew that where
she was she was safe from further pain.
What she did not recognize she could not
feel. As a result she did not
react when the shackles that held her in place were
removed. Nor was she aware of
the change in her surroundings until she awoke.
Her first concrete thought
was that it was insufferably hot.
Her second was that she would soon die if she didn’t get something
to drink. With a moan she rolled
onto her belly and tried to push herself into a sitting
position. As she did so she felt
the floor beneath her move slightly.
Her eyes focused on bare metal beneath her and then as she raised
her head she saw that she was surrounded by heavy steel
bars. She sat up, realizing that
she was in a cage suspended over the great boilers that powered
Sturmpeller’s underground realm.
“Ah, I see our little
fox is awake. And I suspect she
is very hungry and thirsty. Would
you like food and drink Crimson Vixxen?”
Crimson Vixxen turned her
head in the direction of the voice.
She already knew who it was.
Julius Kaberle’s gloating voice was unmistakable, but she refused
to dignify his question with a reply.
Sturmpeller and Kaberle stood only a few feet from the cage, perched
on the edge of a metal platform that jutted from the
wall. The platform was attached
to the wall by a metal arm and set into a
groove. Crimson Vixxen observed
that what she was looking at was a small elevator that enabled to two scientists
to travel from the floor of the cavern to the highest level of the stone
ceiling.
“Apparently she has
lost the ability to speak,” Sturmpeller’s high pitched cackle
observed. “Perhaps a few
more hours and she will regain that skill.”
The petite blonde heroine
did not respond to the taunts of the two
villains. Instead she resigned
herself to suffering the torments of hunger and water
deprivation. Her brutal treatment
by the two villains had bent her badly, but she was not yet
broken. Like a blade of grass
she would spring up to fight again, provided she survived the complete absence
of food and water and the terrible heat.
Far below her on the floor
of the cavern Gallant Girl slowly
revived. She was still firmly
shackled to the “rape frame” as she thought of it, but her gamma
powers had partially returned, pouring strength back into
her. She was no longer inside
the
steambot.
That insidious invention had done its
work. The burghers of Kriegstadt
had come crawling to the two mad scientists begging to be allowed to pay
a king’s ransom in order to stop the depredations of their monstrous
machine. It would take time for
the several tons of gold and rare industrial metals to be accumulated and
delivered to the two madmen, an unfortunate delay that gave them time to
think of ways of amusing themselves.
Unfortunately, for the two heroines they were high on Sturmpeller’s
and Kaberle’s list as sources of entertainment.
Gallant Girl watched as
the tiny platform holding the two madmen slowly descended the wall of the
cavern. She couldn’t suppress
the slight tingle of fear that fluttered through her gut as she watched them
get closer and closer. She
couldn’t imagine what else her brutal captors could do to her that could
be much worse than what had already happened, but their mere approach was
unnerving. Whatever they intended
it would almost certainly be painful.
Kaberle stepped off the
elevator first. “Well,
Arius,” he said as he stopped in front of the helpless
heroine. ”She seems quite
recovered. Should we enjoy her
one more time before we go on to more painful
pleasures?”
“That is certainly
a good idea, Julius, but it would be even better if Gallant Girl were to
give herself to us voluntarily.”
“Voluntarily?”
Gallant Girl exclaimed.
“I’d rather piss razor blades.”
“What an intriguing
thought,” Sturmpeller leered.
“I wonder if it is possible.
Perhaps there is some sort of surgical procedure I could
attempt.” His eyes went
to Gallant Girl’s delectable nether
region.
“Perhaps later,”
he said finally. “I would
not want to deprive you of all sexual
stimulation. It would spoil my
fun. Now there is the little
matter of my offer. Give yourself
to me voluntarily or Crimson Vixxen stays where she is until she is so dehydrated
that she dies. Keep in mind she
has already been there several hours and is probably not going to last very
long. As an added incentive
if you do as I ask I will make sure that your little friend is given adequate
food and water.”
Gallant Girl was caught
in the age old heroine trap.
Sturmpeller was taking advantage of
the nature of all heroines to
sacrifice themselves rather than allow any harm to come to anyone
else. Gallant Girl had already
offered herself once, and Sturmpeller and Kaberle were about to take her
up on it.
“How do I know I can
trust you?’ Gallant Girl asked.
“You’ll probably go back on your word as soon as I give
you what you want.”
“You have my word,”
Sturmpeller replied grandly, “but as a gesture of goodwill I will have
your friend lowered to a cooler position and given water right
away. I can’t do more than
that.” He shouted out some
commands to his henchmen and they scampered to do his
bidding. Gallant Girl watched
as Crimson Vixxen was lowered until she was only half the height she had
been. An attendant placed a container
into the cage by pushing it through the bars with a long
pole. She saw Crimson Vixxen
pick up the container and eagerly drink what was inside.
“You see,” Sturmpeller
said. “I am a man of my
word. Now you keep
yours.”
Gallant Girl had not given
her word, but she knew that if she didn’t do what she was asked Sturmpeller
would almost certainly do something that would endanger Crimson Vixxen’s
life. “What do you want
me to?” do she asked.
“I am going to release
you from your restraints. You
will make no attempt to escape and for the next two hours you will do anything
that Julius and I ask of you.”
Gallant Girl hesitated and
then nodded slowly. She kept
her voice level, displaying none of the disgust she
felt. She knew exactly what
Sturmpeller and Kaberle would ask of her.
It was nothing that they hadn’t done to her already, but it would
give them a sense of absolute power to have a heroine do it
voluntarily. “You have my
word.”
Gallant Girl almost fell
as she was released from the infernal device that had been used to rape her
repeatedly. Her gamma powers
might restore a good deal of her strength and health, but they could not
compensate for her cramped position.
She had to steady herself or she would have fallen to her
knees.
It turned out that that
was what Sturmpeller wanted anyway.
As she swayed unsteadily one of his henchmen stepped forward and pulling
her arms behind her placed a set of heavy manacles on her wrists, then following
Sturmpeller’s instructions he pushed the helpless heroine to her
knees.
Sturmpller stared down at
the helpless heroine. He found
her position intensely satisfying.
The bondage arched the heroine’s back slightly, emphasizing her
heavy breasts and narrow waist. Her
pouting lips were on a level with his manhood and he was quick to put that
situation to good use.
He unbuttoned his pants,
took out his already erect member and thrust it toward the heroine’s
mouth. “Suck it,” he
ordered.
Gallant Girl would rather
have sucked a donkey. As a matter
of fact, compared to Sturmpeller the donkey was quite
appealing. But she had no
choice. Forcing down her gag
reflex she took Sturmpeller in her mouth.
The mad villain groaned in pleasure as she teased his
manhood. As Gallant Girl had
known, it was nothing that hadn’t been done to her already, but the
act of doing it voluntarily made it seem that much more
degrading.
She felt his already stiff
organ harden even more as he slowly moved his body so that his manhood slid
in and out of her mouth, from her lips to the back of her
throat. As he did so she could
feel his excitement increase until she was groaning loudly and she could
taste the salt of his semen as it dribbled onto her
tongue. He finished as she knew
he would by filling her mouth with his thick
cream. Obediently, she swallowed
it as he ordered, and action that had her close to being sick, and then it
was Kaberle’s turn.
High above the scene of
Gallant Girl’s humiliation, Crimson Vixxen stirred
herself. She was still hot, but
not as hot as she had been when she was right over the
boiler. She was also considerably
recovered from her ordeal. Although
much weaker than normal the water and the food she had been given had helped
considerably, but even more importantly, Gallant Girl’s humiliation
had the attention of everyone in the cavern on
her.
It took her less than a
minute to twist the tines of the fork she had been given into a crude lock
pick. It worked well enough,
and it helped that the lock on the cage was also pretty
crude. With a click the door
swung open and Crimson Vixxen was free.
Below her and off to one side was the giant
boiler. Just a few feet away
was the huge centrifugal governor that let off steam
if the pressure in the boiler became too
great. Climbing to the top of
the cage, she set it swinging in greater and greater arcs
until it was moving a good forty feet with each
swing. She gauged her leap carefully
and left the cage at the top of the arc.
It was a hundred feet to the cavern floor, but her judgement proved
true. She landed just beneath
the governor and caught hold of the huge spinning device allowing it to carry
her to the other side of the boiler where she let go, dropping out of sight
to the catwalk beyond.
She crouched low for a few
seconds waiting to see if anyone had noticed her escape, but no shouts of
alarm echoed above the pounding of the
machinery. She checked along
the catwalk and within moments found what she was looking
for. It was a huge wrench used
for tightening some of the massive bolts that held the boiler
together. But she had another
use for it.
It was almost too heavy
for her to lift, but she managed to drag it along the catwalk to the stairs
that ran up to the governor. After
that she huffed and puffed up each step until she reached the whirling piece
of machinery. It was simple in
its concept. The purpose of the
governor was to regulate the pressure of the boiler by letting of steam by
opening a valve. It did this
by the simple expedient of centrifugal
force. The greater the pressure
the faster the governor spun until it finally released steam allowing the
pressure to drop to safe levels.
However, if something were to stop it from
spinning…
Exerting all of her strength
Crimson Vixxen lifted the heavy wrench and jammed it into the
governor. The wrench caught,
bringing the governor to a grinding halt.
It made a loud clang, but Crimson Vixxen was counting on the fact
that no one would hear it above the cacophony of sound created by the huge
steam powered machines in the cavern.
She was also counting on the fact that she would have time to get
the hell out of the way before the boiler exploded.
She scrambled down to the
catwalk, ran along it to the access ladder and scampered down the
rungs. It was important to get
well away from the boiler. The
explosion would scald anyone with the bad luck to be in the way of the escaping
steam. There was also another
reason why she wanted to be well away from the
boiler. With any luck the explosion
would create enough of a distraction that she could rescue Gallant
Girl.
Her treatment at the hands
of Sturmpeller and Kaberle had left her seriously weakened, but she could
feel her strength slowly returning.
All she needed was a little rest and some food and she would be back
to normal. In the meantime she
would just have to rely on what strength she had.
She got down the ladder
well enough and gained the cavern floor.
She had come down on the side of the boiler away from where Gallant
Girl was being forced to serve the two
villains. Now she needed to circle
around the take advantage of the
confusion. With any luck she
should be able to get to her partner and perhaps help remove the collar that
drained her powers. Then the
two of them would give the two villains a lesson they would never
forget.
At least she didn’t
have to worry about being stealthy.
The continual pounding of machinery echoed through the
cavern. It was like being inside
a huge drum. She wondered that
anyone could work in the cavern for very long without going
deaf. She also wondered about
her plan. She hoped that she
had judged correctly and that Sturmpeller had only one safety valve on his
master boiler. It was just possible
that he had more than one. If
so, her jamming of the governor was a waste of
time. She also hoped that none
of Sturmpeller’s technicians was watching the pressure gauge too
closely. She was counting on
the fact that Gallant Girl’s degradation would keep them
distracted.
She would know
shortly. If he plan failed then
she would just have to
…KAABOOM!
The huge eruption of steam
blew her off her feet. Pieces
of metal rained down on her and for a second she thought she might be a victim
of her own sabotage. Incredibly
except for a few bruises she was
unharmed. She staggered to her
feet and tried to find a way through the cloud of water
vapour.
“Damn,” she
muttered. “I’ll never
find Gallant Girl in this soup.”
She was consoled by the
fact that if she was having a hard time finding her way, then at least no
one would see her. She didn’t
feel very much like a heroine right now.
She was entirely nude, dripping wet, and reduced to a fraction of
her strength. Although she could
feel her powers slowly returning she was a long way from being fully
recovered. She would just have
to hope that everyone else in the cavern was as confused as she
was. It was at that moment that
a shape loomed out of the warm mist and revealed itself as one of
Sturmpeller’s henchmen.
Crimson Vixxen’s reflexes
took over. Without missing a
step, she drove the heel of her right hand into the surprised henchman’s
chest. The blow slammed him back
into the man behind him. She
gave neither of them time to recover, vaulting past the first man, catching
the arm of the second as he took a swing at her, and using his momentum to
slam him into a metal pillar.
No one else seemed to have
noticed and she waited only long enough to make sure that each man was
unconscious. Then she took off
in the direction she had last seen Gallant Girl.
She emerged from the cloud
of condensed steam just in time to run right into
Kaberle. Right behind the fat
little scientist was Sturmpeller.
Neither of the two madmen was doing anything to menace
her. They didn’t have
to.
Gallant Girl was on her
knees in front of them, but the heroine wasn’t doing anything
sexual. Sturmpeller was holding
her by the hair and holding the flaming end of an acetylene torch just inches
from her heaving breasts.
“Scarlet Vixxen,”
Sturmpeller croaked. “You
little bitch. I’ll bet you
had something to do with this mess.
Get down on your knees before I burn off Gallant Girl’s
tits.”
The several thousand degree
flame hovered just centimetres from the heroine’s
breasts. Crimson Vixxen could
see that the heroine’s hands were bound behind her and that she still
wore the collar that drained her powers.
“You piece of filth,” the heroine raged, but she could do
noting to save her friend in time.
Slowly she sank to her knees and allowed Sturmpeller’s thugs
to wrench her hands behind her back and bind her wrists.
As soon as she was secured
Sturmpeller turned off the torch and walked over to
her. His face was expressionless,
but his eyes glinted in anger.
“What happened, Jurgen?” He asked of one of his
henchmen.
“Someone jammed the
governor,” Herr Sturmpeller,” Jurgen
answered.
Sturmpeller turned his icy
glance back to Crimson Vixen.
Something about that baleful stare made her very nervous, but she
could do nothing but wait to see what
transpired.
“I thought as
much. It would be too much of
a coincidence for her to escape and then have the main boiler blow up shortly
after. She must be punished for
her indiscretion. Put her in
the machine.”
“No!”
The voice that cried out
wasn’t Crimson Vixxen’s.
A shudder had run down her spine as she heard the words, but bravely,
she had made no protest. It was
Gallant Girl who protested.
“No,” Gallant
Girl,” repeated. “You
can’t do that to her.
“That machine almost killed me and Crimson Vixen hasn’t
my strength. You’ll destroy
her.”
“Serve the little bitch
right,” Kaberle interjected.
“She’s put back the Doctor’s timetable by several weeks
with her thoughtless action.”
“It was hardly thoughtless,
you mad scumbag,” Crimson Vixxen spat as she was dragged toward the
machine Gallant Girl had been strapped into just a few hours
before. “I knew what I was
doing and I’d do it again.
Your threats don’t frighten me.”
Her last statement wasn’t
quite true. Crimson Vixxen had
heard Gallant Girl’s screams.
Anything that could cause so much pain to her mentor was something
she wanted no part of, but she kept her composure as she was dragged toward
the machine.
She fought against the men
who held her when they untied her wrists to strap her into the machine, but
there were six henchmen holding on to
her. They forced her wrists and
ankles into the restraining bands and locked them in
place. Gasping from her exertion
she lay helpless as Sturmpeller stepped
forward.
“Now, you little
twat. We’ll see just how
strong you are.” Sturmpeller
began to manipulate the controls and the brutal bondage chair began to do
its work.
Crimson Vixxen knew exactly
what her fate was to be from having watched what Sturmpeller had done to
Gallant Girl. Her gut was tight
with fear as her arms were slowly pulled out to the side and her back was
arched. She struggled in vain
against the strength of the machine, sweat beading her slender body, her
pink-nippled breasts quivering as she put all of her strength into trying
to escape the torment she knew awaited
her.
“Stop it,” Gallant
Girl screamed again. She lunged
against the men who held her, trying to break free in spite of the fact that
her wrists were tied behind her.
“Stop it, you’ll kill her.”
“If she dies, so be
it,” Sturmpeller replied.
“She will serve as an example of what happens to those who defy
me.”
Stretched tightly by the
bondage frame, and her head clamped tight, Crimson Vixxen could only move
her eyes as Sturmpeller began to manipulate the controls of the bondage
frame. She stopped her useless
attempts to escape and waited for her ordeal to
begin. What had been done to
her the first time had been the most painful experience of her young life,
but what she faced now would probably make that
insignificant.
She couldn’t see what
Sturmpeller was doing, and would not have understood what the various levers
did in any case, but she soon learned the results of his
actions. She grit her teeth as
a pair of sinuous metallic arms snaked toward
her. Attached to the end of each
of the tentacles was a sucker and lining the inside of each of the sucker
were rows of tiny needles.
“A little variation
on what I did to Gallant Girl,” Sturmpeller’s amused voice
announced. “I hope you enjoy
it.”
Crimson Vixxen inhaled deeply
as the metal suckers touched her tender
nipples. “I won’t
scream,” she thought. “I
won’t scream.”
That resolve was almost
forgotten as the suckers latched on to
her. There was a slight sound
of rushing air as Sturmpeller activated the suction
cups. The pain as the needle-filled
cups clamped her breasts was exquisite and a whimper escaped her
lips. But she did not scream
even though the pain had sweat streaming from her
body.
She was completely unprepared
for the electric current that surged through her
breasts. She had thought that
the pain could not get much worse, although after her previous ordeal she
should have known better. She
forgot about not screaming and cried out in agony as Sturmpeller sent jolt
after jolt into her. Had she
not been so tightly clamped, her body would have jerked like a marionette,
instead her muscles twisted into excruciating
knots.
Her shrieks were joined
by another voice. “Damn
you, Sturmpeller,” Gallant Girl
shouted. “Let her
go. Do it to me
instead.”
“How noble,”
Sturmpeller sneered. “I
think the mental anguish I am creating for you is almost as much fun as what
I am doing to Crimson Vixxen. The
more you protest the more I enjoy it.”
Gallant Girl shut her
mouth. With the collar continuing
to drain her energy she was helpless to do anything but kneel before Sturmpeller
and watch while her companion was
tortured. It was a hideous mental
ordeal, made all the worse by the fact that she could do nothing about
it. As Crimson Vixxen screamed
Gallant Girl lowered her head and fought hard to hold back her tears of
rage.
Crimson Vixxen could hardly
believe that the terrible electric shocks had
stopped. But her relief was very
short-lived as she felt the cold touch of metal against the openings to her
anus and vagina.
“Now we’ll see
what you are really made of,” Sturmpeller
said. He pulled one more lever.
Crimson Vixxen moaned in
fear as the two massive metal dildos began to slide into
her. They were well lubricated,
but that made very little difference.
They were not sized for any normal woman, as Gallant Girl’s agonised
screams had proven. As the brutal
instruments slowly forced their way into her she quivered in abject
terror.
And then the pain took
over.
She had mistakenly thought
the session Kaberle had put her through was painful, but the machine Sturmpeller
had strapped her into made that episode seem like a
picnic. Her body was stretched
so tightly that both her arms and legs were partially dislocated, creating
unbelievable torment. At the
same time her breasts were alternately torn by the suction cups or jolted
by bursts of electricity.
But both sensations were
eclipsed by the torment of having her body invaded by the two immense
dildos. The pain was almost beyond
description. Her will to resist
was destroyed almost immediately, but it got worse when Sturmpeller moved
the mirror into place.
“Something to help
you enjoy your heroic ordeal,” Sturmpeller commented as Crimson Vixxen
was consumed by pain.
Her vision obscured by tears
of pain, she stared up at her helpless
image. It was a terrifying spectacle,
revealing just how hopeless her position
was. Her body was being cruelly
penetrated, but she could see that only a small part of the huge dildo had
so far entered her body.
The fear that gripped her
was so intense that her head swam and she almost fainted, but something kept
her from finding relief in
unconsciousness. And then she
divined the purpose of the needles in the suckers that gripped her
nipples. The burning pain in
her breasts was caused by more than just the tiny
needles. Something was being
injected into her breasts, something that burned like acid and spread through
her system like fire. Something
that would not let her sleep or escape into
insensibility. No matter how
great the pain became she would not be able to escape
it. She could only endure as
her body was brutalized.
“There’s no way
that will fit,” she thought, as he eyes fixed on the reflection of the
monstrous dildo that was slowly being thrust into her a millimetre at a
time. “I’ll be torn
apart.” She could see that
the artificial organ was barely halfway into
her.
At that point she almost
gave Sturmpeller what he wanted, but as she opened her mouth to plead for
mercy she realized that he would simply laugh at her
weakness. The mirror allowed
her to see him also, and he was almost drooling in anticipation as he watched
his torture machine do its brutal work.
She actually managed to
last long enough to annoy the vicious
scientist. “She’s stronger
than you thought, Arius,”
Kaberle
observed. “We certainly
had her screaming the first time.”
“Stubborn bitch,”
Sturmpeller
replied. “I’ll just
have to intensify the treatment.”
He made a slight adjustment, and both of the well lubricated dildos
slipped more deeply into Crimson Vixxen’s
trembling body.
The sudden increase in pain
almost drove her over the edge. But
she clenched her teeth until she thought they would shatter from the pressure
and ran the same thought over and over again in her
mind. “I won’t give
in,” she thought. “I won’t give
in.” Somehow the mantra
helped her push the pain to the back of her consciousness, but the odds were
all on the side of the machine. It
broke her down the way the roots of a tree will slowly break even the hardest
stone.
After that the rest of her
life consisted of screaming. That
and begging for mercy. She had
been completely defeated, reduced to a shrieking quivering wreck as her body
was used as a source of amusement by her
tormentors. In her humiliation
and agony she promised Sturmpeller everything if he would just forgive her
for defying him.
But Sturmpeller was not
listening. He had what he wanted;
a helpless heroine begging him for mercy.
Even when she finally went limp he continued to let the machine carry
out its brutal torture. It was
Kaberle who finally noticed that she had stopped
screaming.
“Arius,”
he said, frowning.
“She’s not displaying any vital
signs.”
Sturmpeller looked at his
instruments. “Damn, don’t
tell me the bitch died on me.”
With a deft movement he shut down the
machine.
In two giraffe-like strides
he reached Crimson Vixxen’s
side. The heroine lay still,
her waxen features twisted in horror, her mouth open, spittle trailing from
her sickly grey lips.
Gallant Girl let out a wail
of despair as she stared at the lifeless form of her
companion. She willed her friend
to breathe, but there was not the slightest hint of
movement. Crimson
Vixxen’s chest was still, her bruised and
bleeding breasts unmoving. A
thin trickle of blood dripped from her ravaged vagina, pooling on the steel
deck of the rape machine.
As
Sturmpeller and Kaberle
scowled at the lifeless heroine Gallant Girl sobbed
quietly. “God help me,”
she thought, “I’ve led my friend to her
death.” She bowed her head
as her will to resist evaporated and was replaced by an all-consuming
guilt. She had failed dismally
as a heroine. Her fellow heroine
and companion was dead and she had led to the disaster
that had resulted in her capture.
Her grief and guilt, however,
slowly gave way to another feeling; one that left her cold with
resolve. Her wintry eyes turned
to the two villains. Somehow
she would find a way to escape. And
when she did Sturmpeller and
Kaberle would wish they had never been
born.
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