Steampunk Harlots Ch. 37

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Easy and Foxy were dressed more modestly than usual as they walked through the city. Even Vile did her best to blend in, wearing a trench coat and labourer's clothing. They of course still stood out, sparkling skin and hair that changed colour with mood could be hidden, but the sparkling fairy wings could not. Foxy found it amusing that she probably blended in the most, despite being covered in fur with her tail swishing behind her.

"I don't think any of us are the most ideal choices for going unnoticed," Vile spoke up. "Between my hooves and the metal shoes clopping on the cobblestone, people are already looking before even seeing us. Assuming someone brought a slow horse down the road."

"Tonna would be a bigger deal than all of us put together," Easy replied. "Emma is far too subtle, Leira is the wrong kind of 'not' subtle." They all laughed a bit at the expense of their friend. "And Ela is just new. So who else could we pick?"

"Me, maybe," Foxy answered. "Alone. But that wouldn't be safe or believable. We are trying to tell people about an Emberborn city. A single person isn't convincing. Between the three of us, we should be able to tell a whole lot of people quickly."

"Fair enough. At least the natural prejudice humans have towards us has put all our people in the same part of the city. I mean, it's stupid and wrong, but it makes talking to them easier."

"Social groups tend to do that no matter what they are, but yeah. Assigned housing to keep us 'out of the way' so we don't spoil their property values is wrong. It would be nice if people just embraced their Emberborn children rather than tossing them into a ghetto." Foxy growled the last bit.

"There were a few humans who fled to Harlottown with their kids. Or ones they took in," Easy informed them.

Vile nodded. "I saw a few. And when Inky and I were together, other Emberborn seemed to not mind her being Human. I think it's a matter of exposure. The more often you see something, the less 'different' it is to you. So we just got to keep playing like we are normal and hope it catches on."

"And occasionally stomp a few faces who don't quite get the message," Foxy stated in a somewhat dangerous tone.

"Well, of course!" Vile answered with a laugh.

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Inky had her uniform torn off as soon as she got into the room with the man. It surprised him how easy it was, unaware it was designed for just that if certain other clasps meant to keep it together in battle were released ahead of time. His anger stalled for a moment as he took in the sight of the tanned-skinned beauty standing before him. He slapped her hard and pushed her onto the bed as he started taking his own clothes off.

Knowing it would enrage him, Inky sighed in boredom when it took him longer to disrobe than she had. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of properly venting his rage on her. It's one thing to beat an enemy into submission, something he was attempting to do to her, but giving someone everything they want and making it all taste bitter was something else.

He slapped her again before grabbing her by her hair and forcing himself into her mouth. His rough handling causing her to gag and drool over her own breasts. The whole time she did her best to keep her eyes on him and smile. Stopping, he yanked on her breasts instead, hoping to hurt her, but as Emma and Tonna watched from the tiny pair of holes in the wall, Inky screamed in pleasure. Thwarted, he threw her legs open and put himself inside her, sliding in easy through the exceptionally wet passage. It almost surprised him how easy it had been as if he never had a woman that willing before. He frantically thrust into Inky as he pinned her arms down.

"Stop smiling!" he shouted, doing his best to violently penetrate her.

"It's my job to enjoy my clients. I can't help if your roughness turns me on."

He got off the bed, angry, limp. "You were paid to satisfy me! You will do your job doing something you don't enjoy!"

Inky felt a hand touch her shoulder, she smiled at the hole in the wall over the shoulder of her client, letting Emma know she was alright. She got off the bed and smirked at the man.

Losing it, he swung at Inky with a closed fist. She dodged, hit him in his gut, and took his arm with her own as he tried to backhand her. Inky put him down hard in an armlock, putting him on his knees. Expertly, she trapped his other arm and held them both in place with just one of hers. Then, reaching around, she took his limpness into her hand and started to massage it. She felt it grow stiff as he struggled, the slickness of her own juices letting her hand slide over it quickly.

"See, I prefer having this inside me. Can't say I really like just using my hands for this. This normally just warms a man up. But since you requested this, I can't very well deny you."

The man, feeling her breasts on his back, her hand working his manhood quickly, grunted as his seed burst onto the floor in front of them. Inky let go of him, released his arms, and when he faced her again, she licked her hand clean. She didn't like the taste or having to swallow but it was a power play.

"At least I got a little in me. Happy to have served you. Now kindly get the fuck off this ship."

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Mari cried internally as her client calmly explained that he just wanted to talk when she finally got him into a workroom. Some men just wanted conversation away from anyone else, with a pretty girl, because they were so starved for that kind of attention at home. Having to feign interest with enough attention to recall anything should it come up as they spoke was tedious in the extreme for her. She just wanted him to savage her, not explain why he deserved more respect at home. Mari wished Hannah had taken him, she was good at that, but instead, she had to sit there and not imagine Inky getting the hard sex she wanted.

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Paje was excited. She lead her first client, the first man who would ever be inside her, into a workroom. The girls she had run with in her youth kept her to themselves and didn't like the fact she also liked men. They didn't want to touch a woman who had been with a man. So, to keep her adopted family on the streets, she only ever touched women. When she became old enough, she enlisted, but the segregated ranks kept her strictly with women again. She didn't really mind women, she loved it, but the habit of refusing men was ingrained in her thought process. When she saw that a ship was looking for female soldiers who would be willing to engage in harlotry, she knew it was her chance. She had lost touch with her old friends while in the military and had nothing else to keep her home. Her parents had cast her out for finding her with another girl.

The ship was so very different. There was, of course, plenty of fun to be had with the women, but even committed lovers were with others and men. The idea of having man after man and still having women to be with and bond to was amazing to her. Her client could tell her smiles were genuine since nobody beams happiness like that without feeling it.

When she got him into the room and closed the door she watched him, waiting to see what he wanted rather than assuming anything. He stood there, waiting for her, then adjusted his stance with his arms out a bit father and she realised what he meant. She went over to him and started to disrobe him. A man with servants didn't always dress or undress himself. Not that Paje really minded. She savoured the act, and was pleased he wasn't too big on either axis to make disrobing him difficult.

"My wife just usually lays on the bed, but I came here for something different. A fresh girl like you must have some ideas?"

Paje bade him sit on the bed while she stripped the dress from her body. She could see him stiffen at the sight of her. The ink the girls she ran with all over her body. Their whole gang had similar markings. She knew she liked it, and the other girls did, but now she could see he very much liked it as well. Getting on her knees, she leant forward and licked along his shaft while holding it first in one hand and then the other.

"What are you... oh, my..." was all he got out as Paje took her sweet time savouring the first man shed ever had.

Slowly, she let him into her mouth, getting as far back as she could without choking. His hands rested on her blonde curls as her head moved over him and he simply made surprised noises. A woman using her mouth like that had simply never occurred to him.

"Is this really something a virgin does?" He asked, not really wanting her to stop to answer.

"It's something I've always wanted to do," Paje replied, tears ruining her makeup. "I don't really know how the others do it. Maybe they are better. Probably are. I've just dreamed of finally being able to do it."

"Not sure I could handle better," he replied. "How does a girl so pretty not have an army of men after her?"

Paje laughed, trying not to part her lips and tongue from his shaft. "I had an army of women keeping me to themselves."

"I hope I don't hurt you then."

"Let's find out."

Paje straddled the man in his lap and slowly ground herself against his shaft, feeling it with her womanhood, dripping over it. She lifted herself up, putting her breasts into his face. He kissed them as she slowly lowered herself. One of her hands held him by the cheek as she kissed his lips while the other guided him to press against her. A deep breath and she lowered herself more to feel him enter her body. She had taken many objects inside herself prior, but the feeling of a living man pushing through her flesh was overwhelming. To finally have something she had ached for caused her to burst into tears as she moaned hard. His arms held her close to him and she worked her hips back and forth to feel him move inside her. Her body climaxed as she did so, and she dug her nails into his back.

He didn't mind the pain. Rather he enjoyed the experience of something so unlike any time he spent with his wife. Inspired, he tried something else. Holding her, he lifted her up and put her against the wall, putting his arms under her legs. Lifting her and dropping her, he bounced her on his hard shaft as his thrusts put her against the wall even harder. He felt her body climax again and watched her saliva spill from her mouth, having forgotten to swallow. It landed on her breasts where he licked it up during a lift. He thought about putting her on the bed to see if she would enjoy it how his wife did, but the excitement got the better of him and he felt his seed set loose inside the woman.

Paje screamed as her body climaxed hard yet again at the feeling of a man's seed within her. She didn't want to let it or him go and kept her hips moving against him. When he put her on the bed she thought he was finished, feeling him soften inside her. But keeping up the noises seemed to give him what he needed to keep going. Slowly he started to stiffen again as he thrust her into the bed. Neither of them were finished, yet.

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Hannah found Liddy sitting mildly annoyed in the lounge where all the girls seemed to be hanging around. "You look stressed. I guess Harriot did what I told her to do," she stated.

"What?" Liddy sat up. "What did you tell her to do?"

"Oh?" Hannah remarked. "It's something else? Nevermind then."

"Tomorrow is a day of worship, or rather today, everyone left at midnight." Cat replied.

Liddy started glaring at either the clock on the wall or Hope who was sitting near it.

"It's not my church!" Hope said to defend herself. "When we have a day of rest, it just means you shouldn't go to work. Not shun any and all forms of merriment. Seriously, these overly pious people get on my nerves."

Everyone gave her an odd look until she let out a laugh, unable to keep a straight face.

"Not wherever this place is." Hannah handed the contract over. "I was wondering how to work it in, but a free day works out. Basically, some guy has a party he wants a bunch of soldier-girls to entertain for. I can certainly understand a fondness for women in uniform with guns."

Liddy choked on her words as she tried to swear.

"Saw the contract price did you?" Hannah asked, taking a drink from Ving.

"This can't be real! It would be worth doing even if someone was horribly killed." Liddy glared at Hannah for a moment.

Hannah overacted some mock offence, "Really?! I'm the one who got us this job! Can you at least wait until I do something to annoy you before contemplating my demise?"

"Of course. My apologies to my Queen Hannah."

"You are forgiven, Lady Trixy."

Hannah got another glare from Liddy. "What did Harriot do?"

"Nothing!" Hannah replied, honestly, trying to sound the opposite.

Then Easy suddenly burst into the ship.

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In an expensive home, a nobleman walked into his bedroom. He saw his wife brushing her hair in front of the mirror, wearing a fine white lace robe. She got up as he entered and forced a smile.

"Welcome home, my husband. Did you enjoy your evening?" she asked, sitting on the bed.

"Yes," he replied, suddenly aware of her feelings. "Though I need to find a new bodyguard. Please entertain my guest."

She was too confused to say anything as he left. Then, as Juno entered, it shifted to surprise and terror. She looked at the woman wearing a soft purple silk dress that failed to hide the lack of underwear underneath. The door closed, locking them in together.

Juno could see her almost in a panic. "It's alright," she whispered as she slowly approached the lady.

"What are you doing here?" the lady asked in a trembling voice as Juno sat beside her.

"Your husband, feeling you might find his affections tiresome, came to our ship to have some willing passion. The woman he was with had never been with a man before and mentioned her time with only women. It occurred to him that perhaps you might have similar tastes. That you are only intimate because you are expected to be as a wife. That your tastes may... be different than common. So when he asked if there would be any willing to entertain his wife," Juno left out the part where she floated herself into Liddy's view entirely without subtlety while she discussed the arrangement. "I was excited to volunteer."

"No, I'm a proper woman. I would never betray my husband." The woman stammered, skin turning white as snow.

"I have the feeling that he wants to make you happy. If not himself, then with what he gives you. Tomorrow it might mean letting you have lady friends you don't need to tell anyone about, but tonight it means me. I am here for you if you want me."

The woman was shaking in fear, until Juno put a hand on her thigh and it suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked.

"Either nothing or the same thing that's wrong with me. But I promise, what you do with me tonight won't feel wrong."

The lady touched Juno on the thigh, and watched as Juno shifted her pose slightly to let the hand run up her thigh and between her legs. Juno didn't gasp as loudly as the lady did when the hand reached her sex. The lady moaned at the sight of her own hand touching the woman. Her eyes looked up at Juno as if asking for permission. She received a kind smile and nod to let her know she could do anything she wanted.

Juno, seeing the lady dart her eyes over her body, revealed it to her by dropping the dress to the floor, standing naked in front of her. She then slowly peeled the lace robe off the woman to let her stand naked as well. They stood in front of each other for a moment before the lady kissed her, pressing her breasts against Juno's. Juno pushed her leg between the lady's and felt the wetness grow as her hips started to rub against her.

Pulling Juno onto the bed, the lady pulled her on top. She watched as Juno lifted one of her legs over her shoulder and started to grind her womanhood against her own. The shine of sweat started to form on their bodies in the light of night as the lady watched the body of the woman move. Reaching up, she could feel the mounds of flesh on the chest of another woman and gripped her breasts tightly in her hands. She felt her own breasts teased in the hands of the woman giving her pleasure. Then, with a sudden scream, she felt her body spasm in a most unfamiliar torrent of pleasure. She hadn't noticed Juno coming to lay on top of her to kiss until after her body had calmed. Then, slowly the kisses went down her neck, over her breasts, her belly, then to her thighs where, after a few soft bites, went between her legs.

Juno knew the lady was inexperienced and was determined to give her the full treatment. Sliding her tongue inside the woman and through the folds of flesh, before gently teasing the pleasure button to make her scream again. The lady thrashed with her arms wildly trying to grip on pillows and blankets to brace herself. Juno had to hold her by the thighs tightly to keep from getting kicked. She spent many long minutes bringing the lady close before gently easing off, over and over, not letting the noblewoman find release. On the seventh time, Juno finally let her climax. She kept on until the lady couldn't even breathe to scream as her body bucked harder until it went rigid with sensation. The lady arched her back with such strength that Juno was lifted partially off the bed until everything collapsed.

The lady heaved ragged gasps as her body convulsed with the pounding of her heart. She couldn't move to hold off the woman crawling up to kiss her again. Their naked bodies lay in the moonlight and candle as the lady slowly caught her breath, focused on the eyes of Juno.

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Vile was standing over the moaning bodies of those who had been stupid enough to think she wouldn't fight back. The mob had come into the Emberborn ghetto as sort of a weekly tradition to 'punish the sinners' and make themselves feel superior.

Foxy had moved quickly to disarm and disable the ones who had gotten near her and now the rest kept their distance.

"You will pay for your transgressions!" Shouted someone from the mob.

"Then come and collect!" Vile roared in response as she burned her clothes off except for the magicallytreated silk she had made specifically to resist her magic.

The crowd, quite intelligently, didn't try to collect. Instead, they turned around to look at their leader. Someone in the robes of a church - but with different symbols than what Hope wore on hers. He seemed terrified at Vile, unaccustomed to anyone standing up to them that his followers couldn't deal with.

"Begone vile demon!" He shouted like a man pretending the fear in his voice was courage.

"Make me, coward!" Vile responded with a snarl.

There was a pause while he considered his next move, until a noise overhead distracted them. A small craft hovered over the confrontation, and from it came a woman in shining armour. Hope landed in the space between the two groups, mace in hand and burning with holy fire.

"How dare you!" Hope bellowed in righteous fury. "Having all these people do all the work to support your personal hatred of people born differently than you. You don't care about your robes or your teachings! They are all tools that you to use to manipulate others. Had you never joined the church, you would still be the same. All you have is your hatred and you feed that poison to others. If you will not be the beacon of faith and goodness these people need, then I will take your place! Repent or relinquish your title!"

Hope approached the priest with heavy and determined strides until he crumbled in front of her, wailing like a child. Disgusted, she turned away and glared at the people around her. None could meet her gaze and they turned away in shame. The crowd dispersed slowly, as people couldn't bear to remain, shamed by her words and steely gaze.