Steampunk Desires: An Erotic Romance (The Complete Collection)

by Wilde, Sophia

  “Nora, Dr. Beechworth,” Nora said obligingly.

  “Ah, yes, Nora,” Harriet murmured, writing her name and the time in the logbook. She would be interested to see the strip chart for Nora when all was said and done. “Now where were we?” she asked. “Ah, yes.” She rubbed the PCA on Nora’s belly, and the needle on the floor registered positively. “Very good,” Harriet murmured. “Now, what happens when this goes inside of you,” she said as she stroked the rounded tip of the PCA over Nora’s sex, “is the energy from your arousal will cause the resonator to vibrate.” She glanced down: the needle registered sixty percent, and she tapped it with her foot in disbelief. “As the resonator vibrates,” she continued, “the electrical pickup, which I didn’t show you before, will collect the energy from the resonator and will pass it through the cord into the ship.”

  Nora leaned back, her eyes closed, thinking of the mechanics of getting the energy inside of herself into the ship. The needle registered seventy percent. Harriet reached down and pushed the PCA gently into Nora’s vagina, not deep enough to break her hymen, but enough to begin to stretch it. The needle on the gauge rose further, reaching ninety percent. Harriet was very confused. This was a prototype unit, and she expected it to have better properties than the others she’d produced, but not by this much. She shook her head. Now was not the time for experimentation; she needed to get Nora relaxed so that she could start collecting energy: the fate of the ship depended on it. She glanced over and noticed Scarlett watching.

  “You’re the take-charge one, aren’t you?” Harriet asked, and Scarlett grinned. “Perfect!” Harriet stepped out of the way as Nora sat up worriedly.

  “Don’t worry,” Harriet said. “I’m going to be here watching, but there are people here far better at relaxing you than I am.” Nora nodded, and Scarlett beamed. Harriet was not known for giving compliments. Harriet gave her an expectant look.

  “Hi, I’m Scarlett,” Scarlett said to Nora.

  “I’m Nora,” Nora replied, brushing her dark hair back behind her ear.

  “Don’t worry; you’ll have a great time,” Scarlett said with a wink, and Nora gasped as Scarlett brushed her breast with her fingertips.

  As Nora lay back on the pillow, Scarlett clambered on the bed next to her and ran a finger over Nora’s lips, which parted in enjoyment. Her fingers trailed down Nora’s chin, grazed over her neck, and drifted down her side. The soft touch brought the needle on the gauge to one hundred percent and beyond, yet still Nora did not climax. Harriet watched the gauge with fascination as Scarlett brought her fingers around Nora’s wrist and began running them back up her arm. Nora gasped as the fingertips reached her elbow. Scarlett grinned and let her fingers linger there, tantalizing Nora, who squeezed her legs tightly together in lust.

  While her fingers continued to taunt Nora, Scarlett brought her other hand around to begin tiptoeing down her belly, tickling lightly here and there, enough to drive Nora wild, but not enough to give her release. The needle pressed hard against the right side of the gauge, yet Nora still did not orgasm. Finally, Scarlett could sense that Nora was sufficiently distracted, and she stroked the brass sock on Nora’s vaginal lips a couple of times and then inserted it. It went in without pain or distraction, but the pressure of it inside of Nora finally prompted her orgasm. Her back arched tightly, until she was elevated off the bed by her hands and feet and nothing else.

  As Nora’s body strength finally gave out, she collapsed on the bed, and Scarlett looked down on her, grinning. Nora grinned back up at her, and flicked Scarlett’s breast. Scarlett gave her a dirty look, and Nora winked.

  “Have fun?” Scarlett asked.

  “You bet!” Nora replied enthusiastically.

  “Good,” Harriet chimed in. “With energy output like that, this ship needs you!” Nora blushed. “I’m going to examine the energy capacitor,” Harriet said. “I will be back, but I need to see how we’re doing.”

  “I’ll go with you!” Nora volunteered, but Harriet shook her head.

  “No, Nora, we need you here to help power the ship. We’re painfully low on energy, and every second counts!” Nora nodded, then looked hopefully back up at Scarlett, who grinned wickedly.

  “You two have fun,” Harriet said, a hint of a smile on her lips as she went downstairs.

  Suddenly, the brass sock pushed itself out of Nora, who gasped and caught it just before it shot off the bed. She looked guiltily at Scarlett.

  “It does that,” Scarlett said with a shrug. “You’ll get used to it. Put it back in.”

  Nora took a few breaths and aligned the brass sock, and then pushed it into herself. It slid in easily, and she half-gasped, half-sighed as it went in, filling her insides with a nice feeling. The last orgasm now felt like an aperitif, and she was ready for the main course!

  Scarlett grinned, seeing Nora’s hungry look, and knelt down to kiss her. Their lips met, and Scarlett taunted Nora’s lust with her lips, kissing, stroking, and sucking on Nora’s mouth, eliciting stifled moans and gasps. But as her lips started to stray down Nora’s chin, she felt something stroking her sex. She glanced down, and Nora flipped her over onto her back, straddling her and smirking smugly.

  “Two can play at this game,” Nora said deviously. Scarlett opened her mouth in protest, but Nora planted her sex on Scarlett’s face. Scarlett started to close her mouth, but grinned underneath Nora and flicked her tongue up to meet her. Nora gasped, her body straightening sharply in response. She exhaled, keeping her wits about her, and leaned slowly over to lie on top of Scarlett, her lips kissing and teasing Scarlett’s sex just as Scarlett had teased her lips. Scarlett squirmed under her, but she was pinned.

  Some of the others had taken notice of the sudden shift in power between Nora and Scarlett, and they watched from their respective beds, intrigued. Nobody had ever bested Scarlett. In truth, nobody had ever wanted to: she was very convincing with her fingers and distracting with her lips. This was an interesting sight to see. All around, the sexual energy rose.

  Scarlett was not about to be outdone, though. She bathed Nora’s crotch with her tongue, teasing the lips, coaxing the clitoris from its protective hood. Before long, she had Nora right where she wanted her, and she nipped the vulnerable clitoris. Nora sat bolt upright, a groan escaping her lips as her vagina drooled with lust. Scarlett flung her off and onto the bed, a wild look of savage intensity distorting her features. Nora looked up, shocked, as Scarlett kissed her fiercely, her lust motivating her actions as much as her love to be in control. Her hand seized Nora’s crotch and mercilessly rubbed her clitoris. Nora squirmed and cried out in ecstasy and overstimulation, but Scarlett was not going to let her off so easily. She sat on Nora, immobilizing her, and continued to mercilessly rub her clitoris.

  Nora screamed, her body convulsing as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. She reached up to grasp Scarlett’s hand desperately, and Scarlett, seeing the panic in her eyes, felt her own orgasm rip through her. She closed her eyes tightly, head back, as her hand came off Nora’s sex, and her chest pushed out in response to her climax. She held the pose for several seconds, waiting for the intensity to subside, and then she sagged, still sitting on Nora, who lay back on the pillow, not moving, afraid the slightest stimulation would throw her into another paroxysm of ecstasy.

  The room was silent. Everybody just stared. It was the single most intense sexual encounter they had ever witnessed. One by one, the women began to stroke themselves and each other. The spectacle had injected energy into a room of women who had been going for almost eighteen hours.

  *****

  The wind was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate, and the helmsman found himself challenged beyond anything he’d ever faced before. The wind in itself was not the problem; he’d successfully faced hurricanes before, and it was for that reason that the captain had tapped him. What made this harder was his inability to fine-tune his response to the winds, to soften the blows.

  “Captain,” the helmsman said, ex
hausted, “we’ve been blown off course by several degrees, and with about six hours left, I’ve got to correct our heading. The captain put his hand on his shoulder.

  “Mister Smith, you’re doing fine,” the captain said encouragingly. “Keep your motions as coarse as possible, but go ahead.”

  As daylight broke, obscured by a thick blanket of clouds that the wind carried in, the helmsman fought to bring the ship around.

  *****

  Harriet had been watching the gauge on the energy container for hours. It had been steadily increasing since Nora’s addition, but as the hours ticked away, she saw that they were still behind. Last she’d looked at a clock, it had read six in the morning. That was a while ago. The gloomy weather outside didn’t help her to gauge the time now, but she estimated that it was probably around eight or nine. The energy gauge read forty-five percent. It would be close, but if the propulsion crew could keep things going, they might make it.

  *****

  Nora was exhausted. She and Scarlett had gone for another round after their last, and then she had gotten involved in a threesome with two other women that, although like a bit of a reprieve from her escapades with Scarlett with its lower intensity, was still energy-consuming. She’d not eaten since she came down here…how long ago? She needed a break, some fresh air. She rose shakily from the bed and took her brass sock with her as she left the room. Outside, the men stared at her reverently. Apparently several of them had paused in their duties to contribute a bit of their own after witnessing or hearing of her encounters with Scarlett. The crewmen paid her compliments like “wow” and “way to go,” and she accepted them graciously, albeit a bit embarrassed. She sat alone at one of the tables in the common area, trying to clear her head. She saw a saucer and tea appear on the table, then another. She glanced up slowly.

  “Drink your tea, Nora,” Harriet said gently. “How do you take it?”

  Nora smiled wearily. “Plain,” she said as Harriet sat beside her.

  “Plain?” Harriet asked incredulously. “No milk? Not even a twist of lemon? No honey?” The pitch and volume of her voice increased as she asked the questions, becoming agitated.

  “Yes, Dr. Beechworth,” Nora replied, grinning tiredly, “Plain.”

  Harriet shrugged helplessly, letting it go.

  “You’ve done wonders for the crew,” she said, “and I am very curious to know how it is that you are able to produce so much more energy than the others.”

  Nora frowned. Up until recently, she hadn’t known how much energy she produced, and she hadn’t exactly had the time to consider it since the discovery.

  “Perhaps it has to do with excitement,” she suggested. “I–”

  “Well, of course you’re excited,” Harriet interrupted. “Everybody who produces energy is excited; it’s that excitement that generates the energy!” Nora sat quietly, hands folded, grasping her teacup. She looked at Harriet patiently.

  “Oh, er, you were saying?” Harriet said apologetically.

  “Dr. Beechworth, I–” Nora began.

  “Harriet is fine,” Harriet said, interrupting again. Nora’s shoulders slumped. She was trying to be polite, especially to her hero, but she was tired and didn’t like to be interrupted. “Thank you, Harriet,” she said at length.

  “I’m sorry, Nora,” Harriet said. “Edwin tells me my ‘people skills’ are lacking.”

  Nora chuckled. “Maybe a bit, Harriet,” she grinned. “What I was saying is that it’s a different kind of excitement. I mean, I’ve been on this cruise line for almost two weeks, something I’ve saved long and hard to do; I found out you were on here and actually got to meet you. That’s something I’ve wanted to do since I first attended your seminar, the last one you did.”

  Harriet raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You were at that seminar?” she asked.

  “Yes, Harriet, I was. I was sitting next to the guy who interrupted, saying that coital energy wouldn’t work. I tell you, he shrank down lower than the back of his seat when you tore into him. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing!” The memory seemed to breathe life back into Nora, and the animated sparkle in her eyes returned. “Dr. Beechworth—er, Harriet—I’ve wanted to meet you in person since then, and it’s been years since then. I had no idea that this is where you went. Have you been here the whole time?”

  Harriet nodded. “Yes, when the executives at Air Cruise Co. offered me my own lab and a never-ending supply of chalk and privacy, I couldn’t resist,” she said, grinning wryly. “So much for endless privacy,” she said, shaking her head ruefully as she looked about her, “but I’m finding that it’s not so bad.”

  Nora smiled. “Anyway, it’s a different kind of excitement,” she finished. “I am sexually excited, of course, but also intellectually and emotionally excited.”

  Harriet nodded thoughtfully. Nora’s smile faded. “How are we doing for energy?” she asked tentatively.

  Harriet’s face clouded. “We’re still behind,” she said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “With one hour to go, we’re still only at forty-seven percent. The landing will take everything we’ve got.” Her eyes met Nora’s. “I’m sorry to ask more of you, Nora,” she said, “but we have to cut this break short. We need so much more energy, and we have so little time to get it.”

  Nora nodded. Tired but renewed, she returned to the collection room, and she and the other women all began an immense push to get the desperately needed three percent.

  *****

  Edwin had disappeared to apprise the captain of the situation: his crew was exhausted and needed to rest. If they weren’t able to make it to the dock, they would have to suffer without power for a while; they didn’t have more than an hour left in them. The captain nodded and sent word to the hospitality staff to instruct the passengers to return to their cabins and be ready to brace for impact if signaled.

  “What’s this about?” many asked in all three classes. “Why are we going to impact?”

  “It’s a standard procedure for landing,” the crew reassured them. “Sometimes wind hits us at the last minute and the landing is not perfectly smooth. It’s never happened before, but it could at any time.” It was a reasonable explanation, and the passengers obeyed.

  *****

  “Pace yourself, ladies,” Edwin was saying as Nora made it to the collection room. “Oy, Nora, just in time,” he said, gesturing to a bed where Scarlett sat waiting. “Because we may not have enough energy, I need for everybody to strap in before proceeding,” he said, passing out safety harnesses that affixed to the bed. “Put these on, and if the sirens go off, clip them to the beds.” The women passed the harnesses around and donned them, fitting like an ‘X’ over their bodies but leaving their more sensitive spots exposed. When everyone was satisfactorily harnessed, Edwin continued. “This is the final push, and the captain—and the passengers—are counting on us to make sufficient energy to land. We’re almost there, girls,” he said encouragingly, looking at the exhausted faces in front of him. “You can do it! We’re all counting on you. Take your time, and make this one count. One last push.”

  “Edge yourselves up to the peak of orgasm,” Harriet chimed in, “but do not climax. Hold it until Edwin gives the signal. That will maximize the energy transfer.”

  The women nodded silently, some almost falling asleep from the ceaseless effort and lack of sleep.

  “Let’s do this!” Scarlett cried, inspiring a cheer from everyone present. The ladies set upon each other with a sort of second wind, although for many, it was more like a ninth wind, the last-minute push they needed to finish what they’d started twenty-three hours before. Harriet disappeared to the engine room to monitor their progress.

  *****

  The wind had subsided, and the captain checked his watch. Eleven forty-five. It was time to land. If he passed the dock, it would take even more energy to get back to it, and the latest update he’d gotten from Edwin was that the crew was exhausted. He had to act now. “Mister Smith,�
�� he said, “prepare to dock.”

  “Now, sir?” the helmsman asked. “Do we have enough energy?”

  “We’ll make it,” the captain said. “Steady as she goes, Mister Smith. All hands prepare to dock. Have ropes ready to lash us down, if need be!”

  “Aye, sir!” The helmsman aimed the ship towards the dock. The crew scurried about to prepare for the landing. Hatches that had never before been needed were thrown open, and ropes were readied to pull the ship down by force, if need be.

  *****

  Harriet watched nervously as the gauge began to deplete on the energy chamber. Peering out the window, she saw the dock moving quickly toward her. It’s too soon, she thought to herself. Come on, ladies, come on!

  *****

  A sudden gust of wind pushed the ship downward, in a collision path for the dock. The helmsman pulled back on the controls, and the engines whined. The ship struggled and rose, but then it stopped. The helmsman checked his gauges: he was out of power.

  “Captain!” the helmsman cried, “She’s not coming around! I’ve lost her!”