Captain Wyndham soon had the engines fired up and the airship on its way. The enforced early departure from Vienna meant a leisurely stroll up through eastern Europe to their next destination, Potsdam. The captain had reservations about returning to the Prussian Empire so soon in case word of Lady Sally's treatment of the representative from the Ministry of War had spread to the British Consulate in Berlin. Perhaps they could keep a low profile on the visit to one of Lady Sally's uncles, the Archduke Karl August von Hardonberg, though he realised that wasn't exactly her style.
Lady Sally, following the disappointment of her altercation with Princess Maria Labiastein, sought some amusement to cheer her up. She had just the thing. It was time to unleash her new toy into the world.
Secreted in her bed chamber, away from Victoria's prying eyes, was the crate she'd collected from the workshop of Ernst von Siemen containing another automaton. Her maid got very excited when she summoned her to drag the crate into her living quarters in preparation for its opening. She extracted the instruction manual, but this was written in German so she didn't understand a word. Not that this mattered to her, after all, manuals were tedious, and she'd be able to work it out for herself. It would be more fun that way.
Lady Sally slid the wooden lid off the crate. Her maid was eager with anticipation at the revealing of the contents of the box and thrilled when she saw it was another brass automaton. She lay quietly in the box in all her shiny, brassy glory.
"She's called Borghild. I rather like the name, so I shall keep it," said Lady Sally.
Staring out at them from the crate with glass eyes, she was an object of beauty. Where Clarissa was designed for the functionality of airship piloting, Borghild, with her curvaceous, brassy breasts, was constructed as a sex-toy. There was another significant difference, which was that the new automaton was not moulded entirely in brass, rubber was used in strategic parts of her anatomy. Thus, Borghild's lips had rubber in their brass moulding, and at her crotch there were rubber folds and a pliable rubber vagina.
"Oh, she's lovely can I touch her, madam," crowed Victoria, running his fingers along her smooth, brass tits before even getting permission from her mistress.
"Take your hands off. Look what you've done now, you've got grubby fingerprints over her shiny, brass boobs now," scolded Lady Sally.
She opened a panel in her side to access the controls. It looked pretty straightforward to Lady Sally as she pressed what was obviously the 'on' button. These controls operated her movements whilst other switches and dials worked her rubber mouth and vagina. On flicking the 'on' switch, she stood up and stepped out of the crate.
Clarissa and Borghild both used the most advanced automaton-technology developed at the Siemen workshops, but they had entirely different functions. Clarissa was designed to sit in one place, only requiring arm and hand movements to grip the steering wheel and joy-stick of the airship., Her sophistication was in the wiring connecting her to the airship controls, and the brass dials that measured temperature, wind speed, direction, velocity, elevation, hydrogen bag capacity, and other features required for the navigation of a modern airship.
Borghild was a fully functioning automaton. She had complete use of legs, arms, wrists, hands, not to mention lips and cunt lips, and was designed to deliver pleasure, or indeed frustration, depending on how her owner decided to use her. Her brass fingers were programmed to recognise how imminent a man's ejaculation was, or indeed how near to orgasm a woman's vagina was. Lady Sally was thrilled. Borghild represented the finest advances in automaton-technology, and she was all hers to torment her submissive gentlemen with.
"Can I dress her, madam?"
"I expect I'll get no peace until I let you, and I intend to introduce her tonight. Put the blonde wig on her, and dress her up in a nice rubber outfit, after all she is a fetish sex-toy."