Lady Sally took matters into her own hands, gripping the banker's bushy whiskers and pushing the rubber cock deeper into his mouth to the back of his throat. He gagged, and she withdrew slightly, before pushing in further. She slid the black object, now glistening with spittle, out of his mouth.
Lady Sally moved around to the rear end of the bench where the banker's arse was strapped, his flabby flesh invitingly exposed for her. The automaton took the position in front of him. As Lady Sally was parting his bum cheeks, readying to penetrate him with the rubber cock, so Borghild, mimicking the mistress, pushed herself into the banker's mouth. With him gagged by a mouthful of rubber dick at one end, she eased the dildo into his hole, pushing it until it was firmly nestled in. Such moans of pain, humiliation and pleasure he could make were muffled by a mouth full of rubber cock.
The two mistresses went to work on him. Lady Sally rammed her strap-on deep inside him, filling his back-passage. Meanwhile, Borghild's gears whirred as she thrust herself into his mouth with a relentless mechanical action. The other three looked on, anxious, yet strangely excited at the same time, knowing it would soon be their turn for such attention.
Lady Sally gripped the ropes that bound the banker to the bondage bench to gain greater purchase to push her latex clad hips further into him. She fucked him hard and unrelentingly, the rubber cock going deeper and deeper with every stroke. Satisfied he'd been given a good fucking, she withdrew the rubber cock. The automaton pulled her strap-on out. His mouth having been full of rubber, the banker now drew in deep drafts of air.
"Thank you, mistress," he said, not realising his ordeal wasn't over.
The automaton moved to take up Lady Sally's position over the banker's backside. She did not stand on ceremony, and it was lucky he had been warmed up and his hole stretched because Borghild's hips clicked as she drove the rubber cock straight into him. Lady Sally was a cruel mistress, but she was subtle in the delivery of her particular style of punishments. Of course, the automaton had no such skills. Her photographic cells had seen how the hard object had been used to penetrate the hole, and she set about her task with determination. Even Lady Sally could get tired, but the only thing capable of stopping the automaton was a mechanical fault... or Lady Sally telling her to stop, or switching her off.
Lady Sally enjoyed seeing the banker's fat arse get such a fucking, but even she acknowledged there had to be a limit, knowing the automaton was capable of carrying into the night without any break. Besides, she had three more slaves waiting for the same treatment.
Whilst Lady Sally turned her attention to the duke, bishop and judge, Captain Wyndham was racing the airship through the sky. He was just taking time to marvel at how beautifully the airship handled when he heard a splutter from outside the control room window. He craned his neck around to look at the engines. The propellers had stopped whirring. The airship was descending to the ground at 100 mph. They were going into free fall!