Steampunk Desires: An Erotic Romance (The Complete Collection) by Sophia Wilde Page A

confined to her cabin. It was boring. There was positively nothing to do. She had no books, no newspapers. Edwin did not permit her to take anything with her from the common area. She ate there, was forbidden to drink alcohol, did her business (Edwin did not, as he’d threatened, make Eloise soil herself), and went back to her cabin, where she laid in bed, sat on her bed, thought about how bored she was on her bed, or slept. She did manage to masturbate. In hindsight, Edwin wished there had been a way to harvest the energy from all the masturbation; when the cleaning crew came in, her sheets from head to foot were crunchy from discharged fluids. Eloise might be a terrible human being, but she’d be excellent as a generator, Edwin mused. He wasn’t entirely convinced that Eloise was terrible as a human being, either. Her behavior had been terrible, there was no question of that. But given her age and her upbringing, Edwin conceded that it was possible that she simply didn’t know any better. Whether she was terrible or not, Eloise’s incarceration had left Edwin short a hand, which put increased burden on the rest of the crew, and he needed everyone to carry his own weight.
     
    Finally, on the third day, Edwin brought Eloise into his stateroom and closed the door behind them.
     
    “I hope your stay has been to your liking,” he said coldly once Eloise was seated. Eloise opened her mouth to retort. “Shut up,” Edwin said harshly. “You have set the crew back by three days, and you’ve set me personally back in keeping the books by five days. The pittance two days you spent out of everybody’s way was a small price to pay.” Eloise said nothing.
     
    “I have good news, though,” Edwin continued grimly. “I’ve found a way for you to make yourself useful.” Eloise gulped. “The cleaning crew showed me your sheets,” Edwin continued, “and I have to say I’m impressed. I have never seen such a thorough coating of sheets by anybody. Frankly, the ship needs the extra power from where you set us behind.” He gave Eloise a hard look as he delivered his decision. “You’re going to have a permanent spot in the collection room,” he said. Eloise’s face brightened. “Don’t get excited,” Edwin said curtly. “You’re not there to screw anybody. From the time you get up until the time you go to sleep, you’ll be masturbating. There will be breaks for light meals and for you to relieve yourself. That is all.” Then, in a loud voice, he barked, “Come in!” The door opened.
     
    Alonso walked in and closed the door behind him.
     
    “I’ll spare the introductions; the two of you have already met,” Edwin said knowingly. “Alonso will guard you. You’ll do as he says, when he says, or as soon as we get to port, you will disappear into a workhouse where the conditions will make this place look like the luxury accommodations you stole in comparison. Make no mistake,” he warned, “Alonso’s body is quicker than his wit, which I hear you’ve already suffered.”
     
    Eloise’s face burned with embarrassment. There were no secrets on this ship, were there?
     
    “Do I make myself clear?” Edwin asked coldly.
     
    “Yeah,” Eloise said sulkily.
     
    “Good. Dismissed,” Edwin said, and then his tone turned kind. “Thank you, Alonso.”
     
    Alonso pulled up on Eloise’s shoulder, which she pulled back haughtily as she stood, then followed Alonso as he led him to Eloise’s cabin.
     
    “Strip, and leave your clothes here,” Alonso said. He was already stripped. Like most of the crew, he had no inclination to put clothes on while on the ship.
     
    Eloise obeyed, and then Alonso led her to the collection room. They went to the last bed on the left, closest to the chute, and Alonso handed her the brass sock.
     
    “This goes in your pussy,” he said. As Eloise put it in, Alonso plugged the cord into the floor. A gauge that Eloise had never seen before registered zero with a little