The Clockwork Conundrum : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

A rattle above made Penny Dreadful and her trio of minions pause. Beatrix also tilted her head towards the source, as the hidden door creaked open and faint light spilled into the underground laboratory, the five women enveloped in a soft glow. The witch shivered when a gunshot split the air, raced past her head and made her hair whip, the Dazzlings forced to split apart as the bullet pierced their leader's bosom. Penny's eyes widened, when empty, and she was thrown back to land in a crumpled mess. A pair of feminine silhouettes were visible and cast their long shadows on the shocked faces below.

Gunsmoke waffed in the air alongside the stink of melted mercury. “Stay away from the witch,” warned one of the women as their heels clacked on the stairs. “Or you'll be next!” The pistol's long barrel was trained on them as they approached.

Beatrix stared down at Penny, whose downed body continued to twitch. A hole left in her breast where the bullet exited revealed her clockwork interior mixed with circuitry, which sizzled and smoked, the stink of burnt and blackened metal left behind.

“You...you killed her,” cried Sonata, she and her sisters on the verge of panic as they didn't know what to do now.

“She deserved it,” came the deeper, more mature voice of the second, taller woman. Her face was obscured by a porcelain white mask with scarlet tear marks that ran down its cheeks, and lush lips that matched painted on. Silky black hair trailed to her ankles, her pallid skin and voluptuous shape visible through a thin, transparent black gfown. Red eyes stared them down.

Laughter sounded from her partner who swiveled her gun across the Dazzlings. “Now, now, Camellia. These poor whores are victims, too.” Her pink hair was tied into double braids that trailed over slender shoulders, her eyes emerald and her cheeks dotted in freckles. She grinned in a cocky manner, her slender, well-shaped frame garbed in in a full-body form-fitted white leather decorated by gold cross designs that lined the open, skirt-like attire that swept behind her when she strode onward.

“I doubt they can be saved, Esmerelda. The process has been completed. Best to deal with their mad creator,” replied Camellia, whose heavy breasts and hips swayed with elegant steps on bare feet, as she moved in a ghost-like manner in a trail of a gown.

“We've come to rescue you,” announced Esmerelda who pushed past the witch. “So step aside, and-”

Penny Dreadful snapped back to her feet with a marionette-like twitch, moved with inhuman speed and precision, and slapped the pistol from Esmerelda's hand. The latter spun and went for a sword sheathed at her hip, while everyone sprang into action at once, other than Beatrix who was frozen in bafflement and bewilderment at their sudden, unexpected appearance.

Hands lit up when Camellia called on her magic, dark hair left to whirl around her when she closed her eyes to chant. Inky black wisps trailed around her, and she cast with a shrill scream, a splatter of crimson blood launched in a tornado.

“Gross,” yelled Sonata who barely dodged and was splashed by a curtain of red.

“More like hardcore,” answered Aria who twirled a razor-like knife, her mouth curled in a feral snarl.

“Don't kill them,” called Esmerelda who cracked a whip that had been tied on her belt. Her lashes drove Adagio back, but her main focus was on Penny, who had abandoned her followers and rush to reclaim her container of unknown substance.

Beatrix snapped out of her fugue, concentrated on her own magic, and her hands shimmered as a translucent unicorn horn manifested on her temple. She seized Aria in her aura, the would-be assailant left to rage in impotence, pinned in place.

Blood splash across the walls and ran down the lab. The two huntresses swiftly took command of the situation with Beatrix's aid, Sonata tied up by Esmerelda's whip which repeatedly coiled around her. Again, Adagio attempted to rush in.

An explosion rocked the area and knocked several of them from their feet. An inferno enveloped the equipment on display, the bluish-liquid clearly volatile and flammable as the blaze spread. Penny said, “If I can't have this treasure trove...” She cackled, framed before the fires and smoke as the flames licked in a pop of embers and threatened to surround them.

“Gotta escape,” cried Aria who wiggled in her magic prison.

Adagio smirked and yelled, “What's more important? Us? Or your lives...?”

“She has a point,” admitted Camellia who started to withdraw. “Come, my love.” She linked her arm with Esmerelda's and pulled her back. Aware they were her sole hope, Beatrix pulled back with them as they headed upstairs. The three of them broke into a run to escape the hellish consumption, which spread above in a blossom of ash and smoke that spat from the hatch.

They escaped into the darkness, the factory lit up into a pyre. Making certain they were far away before the authorities arrived, the lovers took Beatrix with her up a fire escape, where they watched the building burn from a rooftop far in the distance.

Yet no longer how long the three of them waited, there was no sign Penny or the Dazzlings had escaped. Stars twinkled in a crimson sky and framed a darkness shrouded moon, as a cool breeze howled and washed over them.

Beatrix continued to huff and wiped sweat from her brow. “S-so...who the heck are you...?”

“Huntresses of the supernatural,” explain Camellia. “We figured you are, as well. We could tell you were a witch in an instant. Moreover, you're an outsider of sorts, are you not? You should stick close to us, for your own sake, miss...?”

“Beatrix Belladonna.” She offered a hand which the woman took. “You're so...cold...?”

“We're not exactly 'normal',” said Esmerelda with a sly smile as she too shook her hand, and thankfully proved much warmer to the touch. “But you hardly are either, are you? For instance...” She poked one of the witch's tits which comically wobbled.

“H-hey, so maybe I 'enhanced' them a bit with alchemy! So what?” Beatrix crossed her arms defensively. She shuddered slightly but didn't stop Esmerelda when she freed her tits with a bounce from her top, and started to fondle the globes of soft flesh.

“Mmm. They're full of magic. That's how we tracked you,” teased Esmerelda with a titter. She kneaded her breasts in slow circles,, traced around her wide pink areola, pinched the nipples that stiffened to almost painful erectness. “Unnaturally bouncy, jiggly, large titties, which any woman would envy...” She licked her lips and pulled on the supple flesh.

Small pants escaped Beatrix who half-closed her eyes and flushed. Her touch was sensual, erotic. She felt her loins heat and moisten, slackened and surrendered to the huntress, a slave to the pleasure she stoked in her feminine core.

Camellia shook her head. “Esmerelda, we are supposed to be professionals.”

“Ah, but what is life if one can't indulge in hedonism on occasion?” Esmerelda giggled as she pressed closer to the witch and continued to molest her, met by low moans as her hapless prey squirmed in her grasp.

Shaking her head, Camellia explained further. “We protect the populace from what lurks in the darkness. That creature, Penny Dreadful, is merely a creation of an old enemy of ours, a mad scientist who calls himself Kilroy.”

“S-so she's behind the murders...oh~” Beatrix moaned louder under Esmerelda's greedy gropes.

“Yes,” said Esmerelda who distended the titties before her, pulled into a conical shape before she released them and watched in fascination while they slapped back into place before she attacked them anew. “Will you help us track Kilroy?”

“She's an amateur,” interrupted Camellia with narrowed eyes before the witch could respond.

“H-hey,” managed Beatrix bewteen moans. “I've...I've been on my share of a-adventures~!” She squeaked and came in her panties, almost felt her knees give beneath her as she shook from the explosive orgasm that rippled through her.

“How shameless,” mused Camellia who folded her arms and shook her head. “Fine. Let us take her to our hideout.”

With a disappointed sigh her fun was cut short, Esmerelda released Beatrix's tits and let her cover herself back up. “Oh, very well. We can resume this some other time!” She winked. “Follow me!” She headed to the fire escape and they followed.

The three of them head away, while the fire department attempted to extinguish the hellish holocaust before it spread...

*****

Soot covered the face of Penny Dreadful, who wiped the smudged away. More caked her partially scorched garments. Luckily the fire caused portions of the building to collapse, and since she and the Dazzlings no longer needed to breathe, they had escaped in the chaos. Immediately, the four of them had slipped back into the sewers with what artifical blood they could carry.

A low hum sounded from the familiarity of the lab she called home. The Dazzlings were stripped and went dormant as they were placed atop the slabs, their orifices filled by tubes. Kilroy poured the artificial blue blood into a machine. “An unfortunate setback,” he stated as she explained the situation. “But at least you recovered enough to sustain all of you for a while.”

“The three of them performed as intended,” noted Penny who studied their naked forms, which quivered when the tubes turned azure and their shapes were slowly pumped full to audible churns. “If your old enemies hadn't shown up-”

He dismissively waved a heavy hand. “I'm more curious about this new face. A witch? We could use her.”

“I'll make her ours,” swore Penny who undid her dress and let it fall until she, too, stood denuded. Her master had patched up her chest wound the best he could on short notice, reminded that she too would have to be refuled for the next hunt.

But first she made her way into a shower in the corner of the room, connected by pipes as Kilroy rigged it to siphon water from the city's supply. She turned on the faucet, closed her eyes, and hissed low when the cold waters slapped onto her bare skin.

Behind her Kilroy continued to tinker with his equipment, including his experimental, heart-shaped generator. She smoothed down her wet mane and trailed her hands over her curves with a small smile. He would build her better. Like he always did.

The witch would be his to experiment. And her new allies, the master's old enemies? She would soon cut them down...

*****

Taken to a lush townhouse on the edge of town, everything about screaming hedonistic decadence to Beatrix. She mentally took some notes for her own mansion, back in another dimension she traveled from. For now she stared at the white building, decorated by columns that held it up and nude statues of women, which also adorned a fountain at the center of a hedgemaze.

Her hand was taken by Esmerelda who led her up the stairs, into the double doors which were pulled open. When a pair of beautiful maids approached Beatrix whispered, “Foal-Bearer...? Wet Nurse...?” Yet she shook her head and realized this wasn't some alternate universe counterpart of the twins she was familiar with, and noted there were more maids around the enclosure.

“Welcome,” said the maids who curtsied in unison. They parted to allow them in, the foyer expansive, with suits of armor on display with busts, statues, and paintings, a chandelier that sparkled above. It was eerily similar to her own manor. Yet she noted the walls were decorated by a vast arsenal of collected weapons, which she studied with a hushed gasp.

“Come along,” said Camellia as Esmerelda pulled the witch's slender hand.

Beatrix cocked an eyebrow at all the women. “They all live here? How do you afford all this?”

“We have connections,” teased Esmerelda who tittered. “Oh, and the maids? They're automatons. Not really alive.” She led her up one of the twin stairways, while a heart was lit by one of the maids and crackled to life below with a hiss.

Soon the three of them arrived at a wide, white bathroom where more servants came to attend them. Tired and sore, the couple stripped down completely, save for the white mask which Cammelia didn't remove. Beatrix waved a hand to banish her clothes and her breasts bounced once freed. She followed them into a bath the maids drawn, the tub roomy as it steamed.

Warm waters settled around their succulent skin. A reminder they had survived. Bubbles rose up and popped as the maids poured in liquids that gave the water a perfume scent, and Beatrix couldn't help but stare at their breasts, suspended so that they practically slipped free of their low-cut tops in front of her face. She was shaken from her reverie by a playful voice.

“Go ahead,” urged Esmerelda. “Touch them. They don't mind!”

Swallowing hard, Beatrix's hands trembled when she reached out and cupped the tits before her. They were surprisingly warm to the touch, as she freed the shapely melons from their prison with a bounce, and started to roll them in her palms.

From behind her Esmerelda cupped the witch's own titties, met by a squeak as Beatrix colored and relaxed herself. She sucked in a deep breath when the hand slipped down, over her belly, between her thighs as it traced her tight slit. Squirming as the huntress mashed her wet, naked tits against her back, she felt her index finger slowly trace up and down her cleft.

“O-oh goodness,” murmured Beatrix with half-lidded violet eyes. Slow circles were traced around her cunt, but didn't sink into her lower lips no matter how much she wished otherwise, even as her clitoris swelled as it was teased out.

Camellia swam around to the witch's front and pressed her own heavy melons to Beatrix's own. The masked woman's tits were massive and so pale like the rest of her, veins were visible under her skin, swallowed up by massive, feminine pink nipples. Suds ran down her shapeliness. She and Esmerelda started to pepper her neck in kisses. “So be it,” she whispered. “We share her.”

Beatrix raised an eyebrow. “Uh...?”

Pops sounded with low hisses as the huntresses revealed fangs that expanded from their mouths, two on top and a match pair on the bottom. They pressed their luscious lips to Beatrix's neck, who gasped and froze up as the teeth penetrated her flesh. Droplets of blood rolled down her skin and pooled into the waters, paralyzed and dizzied as her mind clouded in bliss.

Would they drain her? Some insane part of her almost wanted them to, unable to escape their hold once she came, hard...