The Clockwork Conundrum : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

Sandwiched between a pair of lovers, Beatrix purred like she was in heaven. Their plush lips danced all over her neck, bit into it and drew more hot blood that ran down her bosom into the bubbly waters. Camellia and Esmerelda slid lower as they pancaked their soppy breasts on her, pecked at her ample tits as they started to nibble and suckle on them.

Their hands wandered all over her wet curves, fondled and kneaded them while she squirmed and moaned more. Each time they bit into her skin and sucked at the wounds, her mind clouded further, and her full-face flush darkened as a multitude of orgasms crashed over her. She shook and went slack like a doll in their arms, submitted to the pleasure the vampires afforded her.

Blood mixed in the bubble bath and sloshed around the three supple women. The automaton maids watched with neutral expressions, completely still until they were needed next, one's breasts left exposed after Beatrix had felt her up.

Water splashed over the side and rolled across the tiles as the lovers grew more eager to devour their snack. Esmerelda pushed the witch's thighs open, using a couple fingers to spread open her pink flower. Purring in satisfaction, she shoved her digits into the dank hole, which squished as she curled upwards to stroke her g-spot as she continued to squirt into the waters.

Camellia suckled on a bite-marked tit, distended it as she pulled it back between her lips, before it popped off and bounced back onto Beatrix's chest, her mouth still connected by a trail of saliva mixed with blood through a mask slit. “Should we turn her?”

“If we do it can't be undone,” reminded Esmerelda who drove her fingers in-and-out the witch's tight pussy.

“And it will leave us weak for a time,” mused Camellia who returned to peppering their prey in bites, sucks, and kisses, most of them concentrated on her heavily marked tits. Beatrix swayed with hazed over eyes between them.

They swam to where both faced her in the wide tub, and the vamps formed a seal with their lush lips around Beatrix's tits, as their fangs sank into them. The witch cast her head back and howled with another explosive climax, toes curled as she gripped the tub's sides and sloshed more bloodied, bubbly water onto the tiles while they bit, licked, and suckled her perky areola.

Their hands continued to wander across her, traced her legs and groped her buttocks, fingers shoved into her sloppy pussy and puckered asshole. She whined and whimpered like a bitch in heat, unable to form an intelligible thought.

Hands clasped under her thick thighs when Camellia lifted her up, sunked her masked face into her heated wet cunt, and pressed her lips to her twat. The tongue sunk in, spread her, and started to lash at her pink walls which clenched and dripped over her lips, down the ring of pink flesh that made up her exit hole and contracted each time she was thoroughly eaten out.

Her muscle seemed impossibly long, pushed deeper and deeper as it licked the strands of honey juices that lined her love tunnel, mashed against her cervix, and devoured the girl goo that drooled from her feminine core. She gasped when the tip pried open her final barrier, penetrated into her slimy womb and rolled around as it started to clean her slippery walls.

Shrill shrieks of bliss escaped between Beatrix's teeth as her eyelids fluttered, struck by a climax that rolled through her ovaries. She came on the mask face, squirted across her lips and down her throat, her nectar left to drizzle down her chin.

Her back was propped on Esmerelda's breast to hold her up, as the other vamp spread her buttocks and shoved a couple digits in-and-out of her anus. The added stimulation drew out Beatrix's throat release, left to shake between the lovers.

Lost in absolute ecstasy, Beatrix's mind threatened to shut down completely, as they removed themselves from her, raised her to her feet, and pressed their nakedness with a moist squish as they continued to rain bites and kisses on her.

“Ah...no...” Much as she desperately wanted to continue, Beatrix refused to be their slave!

Her translucent horn manifested back on her skull, shimmered, and loosed a burst of wild magic. The explosion was intentionally harmless but knocked the women from her and rolled the tub over, as their nude bodies slid out onto the floor.

She leapt out, slipped on the watery tiles, and her plush ass slid across them. Scrambling to her feet and almost tripping, she pushed aside a maid automaton, out the door and back into the hall. Water rolled and dripped off her bouncy curves.

“Stop her,” commanded Camellia who narrowed her eyes.

The maids burst into a run with controlled, swift movements, close behind the witch. She leaped and practically flew, grunted when her cunt landed with a wet slap on the bannister, and slid across it down the stairs faster than they could follow.

She landed on her feet at the bottom, certain her delicate flower would be bruised as it throbbed and burned. But she had more important matters to worry about, the double doors ahead when she raced towards it and wrapped her aura around the knobs.

“Damn it,” she cried when more maids that waited at the bottom intercepted her, their faces twisted like they were enraged.

Her hands lit up. Colorful beams hissed from her raised palms when she blasted a couple of the clockwork machines aside, who were hurtled aside under the impact, but many more replaced them and were quick to surround her as she loosed more spells.

Arms closed around her with inhuman strength, pinned her in place. One seized her horn to stifle her wild casts.

“Cease this,” came Camellia's voice when she and Esmerelda marched forward, still nude. “We mean you no harm.”

“Could have fooled me,” admitted Beatrix who glared back at them. “Look, I'm all for a little 'fun time', but you should have told me you're vampires!” The bite marks they left all over her tits in particular still throbbed in mild pain and pleasure.

Esmerelda smirked on their approach. “Would you have stayed?” She traced the witch's cheek and licked her chops.

“I...don't know.” Most of what she knew about vampires were from old books, and she wasn't certain what rules applied to these two. She couldn't deny their magnetic quality, their perfectly sculpted forms and penetrating, exotic eyes. While her heart beat slowed, and she heaved less, the automatons slowly released their hold on her but still blocked her escape route.

At a snap of Camellia's fingers a few of the maids retreated to the kitchen. Some fetched towels and wiped Beatrix and the pair of nocturnal huntresses down, then directed her to a velvetine couch where she was seated and felt the plushness conform to her squishy buttcheeks. Across from her sat the pair, and the maids soon returned with fresh brewed, steamy tea and a snack tray.

“I am sure you have many questions. Allow us to explain,” said Camellia and the witch nodded. “We were turned by another like us. Vampires are not a natural occurrence, but in this case our 'master' had experimented on himself through alchemy in pursuit of immortality, and ended up in a horrific state. We escaped him and now are forced to slake ourselves on blood.”

“Virginal blood when possible,” purred Esmerelda who nibbled at the sweets on the tray and slowly licked her lips. “It's the sweetest. And before you ask, the mad doctor Kilroy wasn't responsible. But we have had many run-ins with his work.”

“Looks like this is a world filled with mad science and the supernatural,” mused Beatrix between sips.

“Yes. We protect the populace and sate our needs, but do not slay innocents,” explained Camellia. “Our former master left more than psychological scars on me...” She unclasped the straps to her white mask, hands trembling when she slowly started to remove it, and revealed a once impossibly beautiful face now marred by horrific red scars crossed across her flesh.

Beatrix sucked in a gasp. “S-sorry! I couldn't help myself!”

Camellia shook her head. “I understand. I am used to such.” She replaced the mask. “Our master is dead at our hands, but our struggles continued. We do not age, we do not share most of the weaknesses attributed to us by disposable fiction, yet without blood we would rapidly lose our vitality. We are simultaneously blessed and cursed in equal measure.”

“We want your help,” purred Esmerelda who traced a hand over the witch's bare thigh.

Beatrix thought it over for a moment. “...fine. I'll do it. But no more tricks, okay? That's supposed to be my department!” The huntresses nodded, and she further relaxed her posture once more of the hot tea settled into her stomach. “So~...” She looked around her. “This mansion, does it have a name? It's a wonderful place, kinda reminds me of home!”

“We call it the Cauldron of Conception,” said Camellia who smiled. “Like a womb that protects and nurtures us.”

“Nice name,” said Beatrix who slurped up the rest of her drink, which a maid refilled.

“While we're sharing secrets...” Esmerelda traced up the witch's side, and circled her palm around a heavy tit. “Remember how we said we're products of alchemy? When we bite our 'prey', we can alter parts of their chemical composition!” To demonstrate, she squeezed down on the tit flesh, and Beatrix shuddered with a blush and light moan as milk squirted from her erect nipple.

“O-oh?” Pleasant vibrations rolled through Beatrix's milky melon, a warm white trail left to leak down her breast. Her lashes fluttered when the vamp reached forward, wrapped her lips around the tit, and started to roughly suckle her sweet milk.

She could almost submit to them and stay here forever, left to indulge in what pleasures they offered. But no, she couldn't leave her loved ones behind, particularly Lady Oona Ewe, Bellatrix Primadonna, and most of all her dear daughter Abadonna.

Yet since she needed to sped time in other dimensions to absorb their energies, and further bolster her ability to weave portals in hopes she could one day reach whatever higher dimension trapped Abadonna, she decided it best to aid them for now.

*****

A mass of naked, feminine flesh surrounded Penny Dreadful, who had taken the rejuvenated Dazzlings to her private section of the lab and ordered them to service her, which they were all too happy to do. They surrounded her nakedness on all sides, peppered her all over in bites, kisses, and fingers that danced across her pliant curves, met by her throaty moans.

Her nails dug into Adagio's poofy curls, forced her face into her cunt. “Eat me,” she demanded and was attacked by her tongue. She also tugged on Aria's pigtails and ordered, “Suck my tits, bitch. Sonata, eat my ass.” They hurried to comply.

Every time she was filled with fresh, artificial blood, she swelled with desire. She imagined it was the same for these whores.

Kilroy took no interest in their amorous activities, consumed by his work. She could hear and feel the hum of his machines even from her, but her focus was on the hands, fingers, and tongues that explored her flesh and her needy holes.

Still not satisfied, Penny snapped her fingers to summon a device she had asked her creator to build for her. Muted clicks and whirs sounded when the machine crawled her way, its surface slick and squishy, its eight tentacles covered in suckers that pulsated. Its eyes were inky black. She was told it was based on an octopus, and crafted to be her pet.

Yet she had him further modify it to serve another purpose. It responded to her will, left a slimy trail behind it on its approach.

The clockwork creature extended its coils, which started to wrap around her and the Dazzlings. Warm to the touch, their thighs and breasts were constricted by the extensions, which dripped over their bare flesh while mewls arose from them.

“Oh, you tease,” said Penny as she stroked her pet. “Penetrate us already, you brute!”

One of its tentacles lashed over her slit, before it plunged in amidst a wet spatter. She arced her back and grit her teeth to swallow a cry, felt it spread and fill her, one of its suckers wrapped around her g-spot like a tiny mouth as it suckled hard. It was able to hit her in places a penis would struggle to. Buried itself deeper, drove open her cervix, and invaded her womb.

“This thing is the tits,” said Aria crudely as she too was filled, a bulge visible on her distended belly after it claimed her uterus.

“Sh-shame it only has eight legs,” said Sonata between pants as it took her twat too, her bulbous breasts squeezed and smacked.

“I can fix that,” assured Penny who silently communicated her desires to the pet. From its core sprang another multitude of tentacles, which were quick to claim every warm, moist fuckhole they came across as the bitches were triple-penetrated.

“What the-,” was all Adagio could shout wide-eyed before her mouth, cunt, and ass were skewered deep with a squish. Like the others she was quick to submit to its dominant thrusts, their buttocks spanked and their tits crushed under its slimy coils.

They were lifted into the air, squeaked around the invaders in their lips and messily came a number of times, especially when Penny willed its limbs to vibrate, their slime-covered flesh left ot quiver as they blushed and were rocked by multiple climaxes.

She lost track of how long the machine used them. By the time they were dropped into a puddle of their mixed secretions, all their well-used holes were pleasantly sore, and once sated the device immediately coiled back in on itself and shut down. Their bosoms rapidly rose and felt, soaked in sweat and its mucus-like slime that made their nakedness glisten under the lab's light.

“Not...bad,” admitted Adagio between her ragged panting. “Usually, to get service like this we'd have to see a doctor to calm down hysterical women...” She recalled the variety of devices the last doctor they had seen years ago had used on them.

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” said Aria with a sly smile as she wetly kissed her.

Sonata rubbed her own slicked, heavy breasts tih a purr and asked, “S-so...can it be used as a weapon...?”

“Oh yes. As you see it can easily restrain a female,” noted Penny with an evil titter. The master's old enemies? She would make them her bitches, too. Not to mention that foolish witch who had escaped them. She licked her sticky lips at the idea.

*****

An hour later Beatrix found herself naked in a wide bed, surrounded by her hostesses who pressed their bared bodies to her and stroked her mane. Tiny hickies and bite marks decorated her all over. Glazed eyes matched her dreamy, post-coitus state. Her messy mane trailed about the pillow her head rested on. She felt like a confined princess who never wanted to be rescued.

Yet she reminded herself of what she needed to do and recalled a token from the crime scene. “Say~...” She reached behind Esmerelda's ear and plucked the coin from thin air. “I'm pretty sure this is Penny Dreadful's.”

Camellia's eyes widened under her mask. “So that is how you tracked her! Do you realize what this means?”

Beatrix nodded with a self-satisfied smile. “We can track her to her lair!”

“I knew you would come in handy,” said Esemerelda with a sly smile and wink. “How about tomorrow morning, dear witch?”

“Sure. I'm cranky without breakfast,” admitted Beatrix.

“As are we,” confessed Esmerelda as they peppered her breast all over with more pecks. She shuddered with a blush, surrendered to them, as their hands brushed over her entirety. The silk sheets rustled below them. “You're dessert!”

Beatrix cast back her head, her breast arced once Esmerelda slid between her legs. It was hard to think about anything else but the vamps each time they attacked her. Her thighs were forced open, her legs lifted up as her toes curled.

She banished the coin for the women, her violet eyes once more left to wander across the familiar manor. Was she merely homesick? After all, her home had merely taken on the appearance of mansion to hide it was an eldritch abomination...hadn't it?

Yet the vampires who ate her out and sucked on her tits soon swept such memories aside, for the moment.