Gallant Girl and Crimson
Vixxen
And The
Den of the Steam Lord
Chapter
3
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Sturmpeller turned away
from Crimson Vixxen’s lifeless body.
“Get rid of her,” he
ordered. “Feed her into
the furnace.”
Gallant Girl watched as
two men gripped her companion’s body by the feet and dragged her away
like a sack of coal, her head bouncing off each step as the men descended
from the raised platform where she had met her
death. The sight made her so
sick that she could not bear to watch.
As she turned away a messenger
ran up to Sturmpeller and spoke to him in a low
voice. She could not hear what
was being said, but Sturmpeller’s reaction told her all she needed to
know. “Himmel,” the
villain screamed. “The burghers
have failed in their commitment.
They are a full tonne short in their shipment of
palladium.”
“What about the other
commodities?” Kaberle asked.
“It doesn’t matter
about the rest,” Sturmpeller raged.
“Don’t you see? If
we allow the burghers to be short on their very first delivery they’ll
think they can do it every time.
They must be taught that we are now the real rulers of
Kriegstadt.”
Kaberle nodded
sagely. “You are right,
of course, Julius. We cannot
allow this slight to go unpunished.”
“I’m glad you
agree,” Sturmpeller replied.
He turned to look at Gallant Girl with a malicious
grin. “I’m afraid its
back to the Steambot for you my girl.
I hope you last a little longer than your pathetic little
friend.”
Still stunned by the death
of Crimson Vixxen, Gallant Girl said nothing as Sturmpeller’s henchmen
gathered her up and strapped her once more in the rape
machine. But she could not help
remembering her companion’s horrible screams as she was literally fucked
to death by the insidious device.
In spite of the fact that she had already been subjected to its cruel
torture and knew what to expect, she was nearly quaking in fear as she was
strapped in place.
Sturmpeller, through some
instinct that all villains seemed to possess, sensed her
fear. He personally manipulated
the machine, guiding the massive dildos to her anus and vulva and attaching
the suction cups to her breasts.
“Frightened, Gallant Girl?
“Don’t worry I’m sure you’re strong enough not
to suffer Crimson Vixen’s fate, although I am sure it will be just as
painful as it was before.” He
pulled the lever and watched in smiling satisfaction as the barbaric machine
went to work. Gallant Girl began
to moan softly.
The henchmen dragging Crimson
Vixxen’s limp body hauled her over to the automatic stoker that fed
the huge furnace that heated the huge
boilers. “Seems a shame,”
said one of them. “She was
a mighty fine piece of ass.”
“So you say,”
replied the other. “I was
on duty outside the day she was gang banged, so I can’t
comment.”
The first speaker licked
his lips. “No one is
watching. We could take her behind
the stoker and give her one more for the road.”
“That is the most depraved
thing I’ve ever heard,” the second speaker
said. “You’re completely
sick.”
“I’m not sure
what you’re so pissed off about,” the first man
said. “She’s still
warm and she has the tightest cunt I’ve ever
had.”
“Get out of here before
I tell Sturmpeller,” the second man
said.
“Like he’d
care,” the first man said as he stalked
off.
“Perverted asshole,”
muttered the remaining man. He
lifted Crimson Vixxen’s corpse and tipped it over the edge of the hopper
that fed the automatic stoker.
“So long, honey,” the man finished as he turned and
left. There was no need to
watch. The machine would do its
work without supervision.
Crimson Vixxen began her
last journey, settling into the bed of coal as the stoker continually fed
coal into the huge furnace of the massive
boiler. It was a relatively simple
machine consisting of a giant hopper that dropped coal onto a conveyor belt
that delivered coal to the furnace whenever the automatic sensors on the
boiler demanded it. As the coal
dropped onto the conveyor belt her body dropped lower and lower toward the
belt until finally it joined the long column of coal heading for the roaring
furnace.
The belt rumbled slowly
toward the chute that tipped the coal into the furnace, but as it neared
the point where the heroine’s body would enter the flames, the body
stirred. Slowly Crimson Vixxen
raised her head. For a few seconds
she gazed around her, her eyes dazed and
confused. Then suddenly they
cleared. With an alacrity that
was astonishing for a woman who had been dead for more than an hour she rolled
to the side and dropped twenty feet to the floor of the
cavern.
She crouched there for a
few seconds waiting to see if she had been seen, but all eyes were on the
giant Steambot that was lumbering toward the
door. “What the hell happened
to me?” she muttered.
“The last thing I can remember
is…” With a gasp she
leaned against one of the struts of the conveyor and tried very hard not
to be sick.
“Sons-of-bitches,” she
muttered. “I won’t
let them get away with what they did.”
She pulled herself
together. For a young woman who
had been nearly raped to death she was feeling reasonably
strong. Apparently her
“rest” in the coal bunker had allowed her heroine powers to
revive. As a test she willed
herself into the air and was thrilled when she easily moved a few feet off
the floor. However, she felt
nothing like a heroine. She had
no costume and the thought of going after the villains completely nude did
not appeal to her at all.
However, she remembered
where she had been when her costume had been cut
away. Unless one of
Sturmpeller’s thugs had taken it for a souvenir it was probably still
there. By now the steambot had
passed out of the cavern. The
thought of what was probably happening to Gallant Girl spurred her
on. Throwing caution to the wind,
and confident in her ability to deal with Sturmpeller’s men, she headed
for the place where she had awakened to find herself in
chains.
Speeding across the cavern,
she passed a number of Sturmpeller’s
men. For whatever reason, they
made little attempt to stop her, probably because none could match her
speed. Leaping onto the platform
where she had been chained, she found the few scraps of material that constituted
her costume.
“That’s better,”
she murmured as she tied the waistband of her bikini bottom together so that
it once more covered her private parts.
“Now to rescue Gallant Girl.”
In spite of her pathetic
defeat and capture at the hands of the steambot in her first encounter with
the monster she had a plan for dealing with it and Sturmpeller’s fortress
was going to provide the key piece of equipment in her
plan. The heavy links that had
been secured to her wrists and ankles were where her captors had left
them. Quickly she gathered them
up, connecting each of the separate links to the other until she had a length
of chain measuring almost fifty feet.
Tossing one end over her shoulder she headed toward the main door
of the cavern. Stretched across
the doorway were a score of Sturmpeller’s henchmen, many of them
armed.
“Where the hell do
you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them said, stepping forward,
gun drawn. His voice was vaguely
familiar. Dimly, she could remember
him discussing something with one of the other
henchmen. Then a glimmer of
understanding came into her eyes.
“Through that door,”
Crimson Vixxen answered. Her
voice was cold as ice, but the man confronting her seemed not to
notice.
“I don’t think
so,” the man said. “Not
until you’ve given me and the rest of the boys a little bit of ass
first.”
“Wouldn’t you
prefer to kill me first?” Crimson Vixen
asked. “I understand you
prefer dead pussy to live.”
The men backing up the speaker
laughed. He coloured in
anger. “That’s a damned
lie,” he shouted.
“You’re going to pay for
that.” He raised his
pistol.
“I doubt it,”
the heroine replied. While she
had been speaking she had been shifting her grip on the length of chain until
she was holding it about five feet from one
end. With a sudden surge of strength
she jerked on the chain, causing it to whip through the air like a giant
flail. It caught the man she
had been speaking with across the middle and hurled him like a doll against
the wall of the cavern. She jerked
harder on the chain, causing it to rise into the air and then leaning back,
and using her body like a fulcrum she began to turn in a slow
circle. The chain swung in a
giant circle taking out anything in its path including the few henchmen stupid
enough not to scamper for their lives.
The way now clear, Crimson Vixxen headed for the cavern
door.
It wasn’t hard to follow
the path of the steambot.
Sturmpeller had a way of making his point and he had created a path
of destruction through the heart of Reichstadt’s industrial
region. Burning buildings and
wrecked vehicles guided her as surely as if there had been a signpost pointing
the way.
Ten minutes into the pursuit
and there was no need for any signposts.
She could see the giant machine as it lumbered forward smashing through
brick and concrete structures as if they were
matchwood. Unlike the first time
she had encountered it the two giant smokestacks projecting from behind its
shoulders were not spewing thick black smoke into Reichstadt’s already
smoky atmosphere. It meant that
the tormented Gallant Girl was supplying all the power and that meant she
was being horribly brutalized.
Crimson Vixxen
accelerated. Even dragging the
heavy chain with her she was faster than the steambot and unlike the huge
machine she could use her powers of flight to skim over the ground, avoiding
obstacles like buildings that the steambot chose to plow
through.
As she neared the monster
she began to swing the chain. It
was much heavier than the light rope she had used with disastrous consequences
on the occasion of their first meeting and it took all of her considerable
strength to swing it around her head while maintaining her forward speed,
but she remembered the horrors her companion must be suffering and grit her
teeth while her slender arms bulged with the
effort.
Faster and faster the chain
whirled, until it was just a blur.
Then, when she was no more than the length of the chain from her target
she released the chain. It flew
through the air like some great propeller and caught the steambot just as
it was beginning its stride. With
a crash of metal the chain wrapped itself about the legs of the
steambot. Unable to stop its
forward momentum the huge machine teetered dangerously for a second and then
began to topple forward, gaining speed as it headed toward the ground.
There was a horrendous crash
as the as the mighty machine slammed into the ground, its own forward momentum
adding to the impact. The head
of the monster detached and bounced along the ground like some colossal tin
can while the arms also broke loose and flew into the air before returning
to the ground with a thundering crash.
Crimson Vixxen surveyed
the damage for a few seconds waiting for the dust and smoke to clear before
moving forward; and then she levitated and flew forward, coming lightly to
rest on the shoulders of the fallen
monster. Somewhere inside was
Gallant girl. Thanks to her previous
horrendous experience inside the iron monster she knew where to look, but
Crimson Vixxen was filled with trepidation as she entered through the neck
of the crumpled machine. She
had defeated the steambot, but Gallant Girl was still inside the wreckage
and probably still strapped into the rape
machine.
Inside there was
chaos. The steambot’s mechanical
guts were scattered in every direction.
Bits of wiring, broken pipes, and a surface slick with oil from various
hydraulics made the inside of the steambot dangerous in the
extreme. In addition, the artificial
lighting had gone out and the deeper she proceeded the darker it
got. The air was also filled
with noxious fumes that soon had her eyes watering and her lungs begging
for clean air.
However, she knew that if
it was bad for her, it must be truly horrible for Gallant Girl, who was probably
still a helpless prisoner or perhaps even
injured. Without hesitation she
forged on, ignoring the toxic fumes that threatened to poison her before
she could succeed in her search.
Holding her breath she fumbled deeper into the steambot ignoring the
pain as she stumbled into broken shards of
metal.
She had about reached the
end of her ability to hold her breath when she heard a low
moan. In the topsy-turvy world
of the steambot’s interior, where the walls had become the floor it
was difficult to determine exactly where she was, but she guessed that she
must be very close to the room where Sturmpeller and Kaberle had watched
the rape machine stimulate Gallant Girl into a frenzy of gamma
energy. She took a chance and
opened her mouth.
“Gallant Girl?”
she asked.
There were a few seconds
of silence that seemed to Crimson Vixxen to last forever and then there was
a disbelieving reply.
“Crimson Vixxen?”
“Yes, I’m here
to rescue you, but can’t see a thing.”
“Just follow the sounds
of my groans.”
Crimson Vixxen almost smiled
in spite of the seriousness of the situation, but she was slowly able to
work her way toward Gallant Girl guided by the sound of her
voice. Gallant Girl was not joking
about groaning. As Crimson Vixxen
moved closer she could hear the sound of the heroine’s laboured breathing
and realized that it was taking all of her companion’s self-control
not to scream. “Hold on,”
she said. “I’m almost
there.”
A loud gasp followed Crimson
Vixxen’s last statement, but a few seconds later she was true to her
word. She stumbled into something
warm and soft and was rewarded with a cry of
pain. “Sorry,” she
said. She determined that Gallant
Girl was hanging face down from what now seemed to be the wall, but which
had been the floor before the steambot had crashed to the
earth. |Fumbling in the dark
she managed to locate the hideous contraption Gallant Girl was still strapped
into. She suppressed a shudder
when she thought of the pain the heroine must be
in. She could feel by running
her hands over the machine that Gallant Girl was still agonizingly
impaled. Sweating a little in
her haste, she located the main control
lever. She had seen Sturmpeller
operate the machine and hoped she knew what to do.
She pulled on the lever, hoping
that what she was doing would not make Gallant Girl’s pain
worse.
She was rewarded by a groan
followed by a grateful “Thank
you.” As quickly as she
could she located and released the
manacles. With an exhausted sigh
Gallant Girl slipped from her restraints and fell into Crimson Vixxen’s
arms.
Crimson Vixxen didn’t
say a word. She just held Gallant
Girl and stroked her hair. The
maudlin moment lasted only a few seconds before the senior heroine stirred
herself. “I think it might
be a good idea if we got out of here.
Sturmpeller and Kaberle might be close by.”
Crimson Vixxen nodded her
agreement even though it was too dark for Gallant Girl to see
her. Then she had a
thought. “Where were the
two thugs when I took out the steambot?”
“They had temporarily
taken leave of watching my torment and gone up to the main control
room.”
“That was in the
head,” Crimson Vixxen said with
glee. “I don’t think
we have much to worry about.”
“I’m curious to
see what you mean by that,” Gallant Girl
replied. From the sound of the
heroine’s voice and the fact that she was moving through the interior
of the shattered steambot without help it was apparent that she was regaining
her gamma powers. Now that
Sturmpeller’s creation no longer drained her energy she would no doubt
recover quite quickly.
They came to the open air
and Gallant Girl balked. “I
can’t go outside like this,” she
said. Although her perfect body
seemed completely recovered the heroine was completely nude and Crimson Vixxen
could certainly see her point.
“Sorry,” Crimson
Vixxen replied. “I should
have looked around for your costume when I got
mine.”
“Not to worry,”
the tall heroine answered, flexing her muscles and giving Crimson Vixxen
an eye-boggling view of her magnificent
physique.
“Sometimes I wish I
were a man,” Crimson Vixxen mumbled.
“I heard that,”
Gallant Girl grinned. Now that
she was removed from Sturmpeller’s insidious energy-draining machine
her powers had fully returned.
“And I think you should understand that you don’t have to
be a man to enjoy this body.”
Crimson Vixxen’s exposed
skin turned as red as her costume, but she recovered
quickly. “Perhaps I’ll
take you up on that,” she breathed.
“I think this will
have to do,” gallant Girl said, temporarily changing the
subject. She picked up a tattered
pair of overalls that had fallen out of a shattered
locker. “Not exactly up
to superheroine standards, but I don’t have much
choice.”
She pulled the overalls
on, covering most of her body.
“Now let’s see if we can find what’s left of Sturmpeller
and Kaberle.”
As Crimson Vixxen had
conjectured the two villains were lying unconscious in the control room located
in the detached head of the steambot.
They had been saved by the seat belts of the command chairs they occupied,
but the jarring impact with the ground had knocked them
senseless.
“Bastards,” Crimson
Vixxen said. “It’s
time for a little payback.”
“What do you have in
mind?” Gallant Girl asked.
“A use for these,”
the blonde heroine replied holding up the two dildos she had detached from
the rape machine.
“I’m surprised
you could find those in the dark.”
“Unfortunately, I am
more than familiar with these,” Crimson Vixxen commented
grimly. “And now I plan
to make Herr Sturmpeller and Herr Kaberle a bit better acquainted with them
as well.”
Gallant Girl nodded her
head. As a heroine she could
not condone the cold-blooded revenge killing of the two villains even after
what they had done, but she saw nothing wrong with giving them a taste of
their own medicine.
There was a considerable
amount of screaming as Crimson Vixxen introduced the two mad scientists to
the dildos. They were still
unconscious when she began, but they woke up quickly shortly after she
started. There was not much they
could do about the situation except scream as she had taken the precaution
of binding them hand and foot before she
started. Part way through the
procedure she had to stop in order to gag each of
them. The ear-splitting screams
were threatening to damage her hearing and she was forced to stuff their
ties into their mouths to shut them up.
She dusted off her hands
when she finished.
“There,” she said.
“A little taste of their own
medicine. I expect the authorities
will be along to look after them in a little while so they won’t suffer
too long.” She gave Gallant
Girl a look that sent shivers down the taller heroine’s spine, but not
from any sense of repugnance at what her partner had
done. Crimson Vixxen smiled
invitingly. “Now, I’d
like you to elaborate on that comment you made
earlier.”
Gallant Girl gave a slow
smile in return. “I think
I can explain better in a more private
place.” In the distance
they could hear the sounds of sirens.
“Come on. It’s
time to leave.”
Several hours later, the
two heroines lay side by side, their nude bodies gleaming with sweat and
their chests heaving from an evening of tender
exertion. For several minutes
they simply held one another, not
speaking. And then Gallant Girl
broke the silence. “My god,
you’re talented. You ought
to write a book.”
“Only if you agree
to be a coauthor,” the slender blonde
replied.
Gallant Girl lay
back. “Speaking of talents,
that reminds me. I forgot to
congratulate you on that clever ploy you used to fool
Sturmpeller.”
“Ploy?”
“Yes – pretending
to be dead. That was
masterful.”
Crimson Vixxen giggled and
snuggled a bit closer. “It
would have been except for one thing.
I wasn’t pretending.”
“What do you mean?”
Gallant Girl replied, sliding her hand over Crimson Vixxen’s smooth
thigh.
“Just what I said;
I must have gone into some sort of death-like
coma. But it wasn’t
deliberate.”
“Interesting,”
Gallant Girl mused as her tongue flicked over her partner’s
ear. “You are full of
surprises.”
“More than you know.
But I’m willing to let you
find out all of them.” Crimson
Vixxen’s last comment dissolved into a low moan and after that she was
a bit too busy to bother with conversation.
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