Lady in Waiting (Part 2 of 3)

[LongTimeLurker]

(continued from part 1)

She was lifted into the air upon his pelvis, her body trembling silently save for a series of metallic twangs. Roland was surprised at the heat inside of her and the subsequent eruption of white fluid from her sex. A moment later her legs gave out and the full weight of her forced them wetly down to the bed.

“You… impudent…” she managed before he thrust upward again, her sentence finishing with a gasp. Water condensed over her form and she forced him down again, he corset-framed rump jiggling when it collided with his abdomen.

They found an uneven cadence, him pushing up, her pushing down, as she convulsed and cursed while a strange tick-tick-whirr inside of her grew louder. “I need… hahh… I need to stop… ahhhh… to stop this…” she panted, but made no efforts to break their rhythm.

Roland watched her rise and fall, the perfect globes of her backside compressing with a spray of water on each descent, and could bear it no longer. When she rose again, he loosed both hands and gripped her ass firmly, bringing her down hard upon him, surprised at the almost rubbery feel of her soft wet skin. “Nnnngh,” she groaned as the sound of clockwork grew louder, his hands deeply massaging her strange flesh. Suddenly she stiffened. “You’re loose!?!”

Her hand flew to what at first appeared to be a hairpin — drawn out, Roland saw a thin blade, dark with a noxious ichor. She plunged it toward his leg, Roland managing to catch her arm just below the elbow. Struggling against her, he reached with his other hand to open the panel in her back, grasped what he prayed was the correct dial, and wrenched it clockwise.

She froze. Her hand went slack and the poisoned hairpin tumbled aside. Roland waited for a moment, anxiously, when he began to hear that same sound of a clock winding up - but now it was amidst a cacophony of clanking metal and overdrawn springs.

“What. have. you. done!?” she stammered, and her body began to shudder. Rivulets of water streamed across her trembling rump, and he remembered the Lady in Green’s instructions on what he was to do next. Freeing his feet and pulling the cloth gag from his mouth, he slid out from her and she gasped in shock, falling forward on to her hands. “You cannot… I… I am… a delicate… nnnnh… delicate piece of…”

“Nonsense,” Roland replied, rising on his knees. “You’re sturdiest piece of ass I’ve ever had!” Gripping her hips, he brought her up to her knees and plunged into her trembling, wet mound. She was out of synchronization with him, reacting to each thrust moments after it happened, each cry of ecstasy distanced further his previous thrust. “I… I can’t…” she gasped. “It’s too much…” clockwork audibly snapped inside of her, tiny bolts of blue lightning arced from her exposed panel. Steam coursed from every joint and opening, her mouth, eyes, hips, and especially from where he relentlessly drove into her. Water coursed along her backside, vibrating with a furious energy, as she grew hotter, hotter…

“Gah!” Roland jerked free from her as the heat became unbearable, steam and prodigious amounts of white fluid escaping with him. She trembled before him, steaming, dripping, whirring, whispering, “Don’t stop… don’t...”

Roland debated his next move when he began to hear a low whistle, like a kettle about to boil. The woman shook her head to regain her senses and growled, “You will… suffer for th… this...” She slowly reached an arm behind her back, groping for her open panel and struggling to remain as still as possible to allow no further stimulation. “Must… lower…”

While her arm strained, she involuntarily dipped forward, a nipple of her trembling breast brushing against the soaking sheets of the bed. She froze, but it was too late — the whistling growing louder, her body heaved and her reaching hand compulsively returned to her breast, squeezing it amidst fevered panting before finally squeaking a tinny, high-pitched curse of, “Oh, piss!”

The blast propelled her into Roland accompanied by a cloud of steam, the whistle petering off into silence as the sound of clockwork slowed, then stopped. When the air cleared, he saw her slender neck ended in a twist of metallic spires and tubing. “Fuck me!” he exclaimed, wondering how any of this could possibly be real.

The headless woman’s hand shot out and grabbed his still rigid member. Each movement of hers was stiff and scored by gears whirring and clicking. She moved quickly despite her state, spearing herself upon his manhood with a wet slap. She was warm, but no longer painfully so, and she ground him into her as he struggled to regain his wits.

“This is well and truly fucked,” he muttered, but nevertheless tried to match her arrhythmic bucking as his hands ran from her hips along her embroidered corset to her full breasts. When he caressed her, she stopped for a moment, and a curious twang from somewhere deep inside her stood out from the background of her other mechanical noises. She then redoubled her efforts, gliding up and down the length of him while he massaged the full weight of her chest. The twang grew louder every time his hips met her rump. When he teased her pert nipples, the curious sound was accompanied by another, and another, and she began to pump with a furious energy.

He released one of her breasts and brought his hand down her front, slipping a finger between her folds alongside his manhood. She collapsed upon him, trembling, growing hotter, the inexplicable vibration of her soaking wet ass driving him mad. He erupted inside of her quivering form, and her internal clockwork finally broke under the strain. Sweet white fluid leaking from every joint and seam, drowning his pelvis in warmth as steam coursed from her neck. She toppled forward, twitching, and then lie still.

Roland sat in shock once again, searching for the appropriate words. “Fuck m…”

The door swung open and in swept the Lady in Green, beaming. She glanced at the ruin of the Baroness’s body, headless and dripping with fluid. “Well done, farm boy!” she exclaimed, rushing across the room to scoop up the Baroness’s head, frozen in a look of ecstasy. The Lady fiddled with something inside the neck and the woman’s features reset to an imperious, empty stare. The Lady suddenly cursed and withdrew her hand, her dark glove speckled with white fluid. “Blast this corrosive effluvium!”, she muttered, dropping the head and hurriedly pulling off her glove.

“Corrosive!?” Roland cried, staring at his drenched (and somehow, still fully erect) member.

“No, not for you,” tittered the Lady. “The Baroness was of cruder construction, her fluids of a less refined… you know, none of this is important.”

Roland, who had never been a man of many questions, suddenly found his mind flooded with them. He finally settled on, “What happens now?”

“Now?” asked the Lady, smiling her cat’s-grin and stepping toward the bed. “Now, you claim your reward from the newly anointed Baroness.” She bent in to meet him and her green eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted, and he again was struck by the scent of lavender…

(continued in part 3)

[wjbaines]

Wow, that was fast!

Sorry, but this is too awesome.

[DukeNukem 2417]

Put up part 3 please!

Seconded.

[wjbaines]

How bad-ass would it be if some hero came along and did some fan-art for this?

[Lithorien]

This is like ... steampunk ASFR. I love this SO MUCH.

[DollSpace]

Another great installment - please write more soon!

[LongTimeLurker]

Thank you all for the encouragement, hopefully I can finish part 3 in the next few days?

How bad-ass would it be if some hero came along and did some fan-art for this?

If you're asking for me to quantify that, I'm afraid I can't. Totally bad-ass? Supremely bad-ass? I'm not sure how to objectively measure these things.

[liliwinnt6]

Hmm! I'd like to see gynoids malfunctioning.

[LongTimeLurker]

Hmm! I'd like to see gynoids malfunctioning.

Malfunctioning how?

[DukeNukem 2417]

I'd just like to see Part 3 up sometime soon.......

[liliwinnt6]

How? You've did a good job in part 2. I'm looking forward to part 3.

[LongTimeLurker]

Thanks - I thought perhaps there was a trope I had missed thus far that you were hoping to see in part 3.

At any rate - here's the conclusion!

http://fembotcentral.com/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=9741