Steampunk is a genre which came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s and incorporates elements of science fiction, fantasy, alternate history, horror, and speculative fiction.
It involves a setting wherein steam power is widely used. It can be in an alternate history such as Victorian-era Britain or the "Wild West" in the United States. Another scenario would be in a post-apocalyptic time. The scenario would usually incorporate elements of either science-fiction or fantasy.
Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology, or futuristic innovations as Victorians might have envisioned them, based on a Victorian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style, or art. This technology includes such fictional machines as those found in the works of H.G. Wells or Jules Verne or the contemporary authors Philip Pullman, Scott Westerfeld and China Mieville.
This story might very well be the first example of "Steampunk Erotica" combining the elements of the steampunk framework and the driving force of erotic passion. It will be a story for steampunk purists or aficionados of erotic works. Since the erotic elements tend to overpower the steampunk format, I will place it in the Erotic Stories category even though it is inspired by an urge to write a steampunk story.
Note: The explanation of the Steampunk genre is adapted from the genre description on the Short-Fiction site and is only included to give a little background on the creation of this short story.
The fog was particularly thick this damp London night. The streetlamps had a strange halo that made them all look like ghostly lanterns floating in the air. The clatter of a carriage in the distance made Justin Whitecastle wince in frustration because he could barely see his hand in front of his face. He was able to see his Wellington boots in the light of the lamps and scarcely hid the look of disgust at the distressing mud all over them. He shrugged his broad shoulders in resignation for, after all, he was Doctor Zero's most junior assistant and field work of this nature was his primary function.
He furtively felt his way by touching the clammy walls of the long brick constructed wall hoping not to come in contact with some obnoxious glob of dirt or something even less appealing. Suddenly, he encountered a soft yielding mass that could only be another human being. In fact, his inquisitive fingers were most certainly resting on a boob of some impressive proportion to identify it as belonging to a person of the female persuasion. The startled gasp registered on his brain and he removed his hand from the warm heaving skin before he would be judged a pervert of the worst sort.
From the shadows came the whisper of a frightened female voice.
"Don't hurt me, sir, I am only lost in the fog and not a girl from the streets. Some young boys took my purse and threatened me with a blade if I didn't give them my ring as well."
Justin struck a match and saw a frightened young girl of about 19 huddled against the brick looking like a veritable "Damsel in Distress" and about the prettiest one imaginable. She wore fashionable clothing with the popular exposed bosom that young girls fancied these days. Her hair was done up in the most attractive of circular buns and little tendrils meandered down the sides of her cheeks like wandering gypsies looking for golden coins to hide in their pockets.
"You are very fortunate, young lady that they were only interested in your purse and your ring and had no depraved thoughts about your treasures hidden beneath your garments."
The girl looked up at Justin with eyes wide open. Little tiny drops of moisture were forming at the corners of her eyelids. He could tell she was on the verge of tears so he quickly added,
"My name is Justin Whitecastle and I am heading in the direction of King's Cross. At least, I think it is in this direction. This blasted fog has gotten me all twisted about and that's a fact."
The girl reached out her arm and hooked it in his. She sighed and said in a calmer tone of voice,
"I am Penelope Smallholle and my house is in that direction as well. Will you accompany me, sir? I am much afeared of being accosted yet again in this murk."
They both made their way down the fog-shrouded cobblestones coming to a corner populated by a little group of females sharing a bottle of brandy to ward off the chill in the air. It was obvious they were used to being on the deserted streets trying to garner some business from the passing males drawn to the area because of their well-advertised presence. They were already somewhat inebriated and forlorn due to lack of business and greeted them with some ribald comments that reddened the face of Miss Penelope Smallholle. Justin had to smile because he always appreciated that sort of humor despite the embarrassment of his newly met companion.
The two of them hastened on their way and Justin's attention was drawn to the shapely motion of Penelope's flanks rolling seductively as they went up the steep hill. They paused in a sheltered doorway to avoid a sudden squall of rain and to regain their normal breathing pattern. It was a small shallow doorway and Penelope pushed back with her flank into his overheated groin causing him to extend with anticipation of some sport.
The pretty girl looked over her shoulder at him and continued to push back into his erection now seeking residence between her slightly spread legs. Since she was not displaying any distaste for the familiarity of his cock, Justin quickly lifted her skirt in the rear and pulled down her white silk knickers with a practiced twist of his wrist. The gap between her cheeks was most inviting and he soon was knocking on the back door of her soaking wet cuny. Penelope pushed back harder managing to impale her female slit around his rampant cock and she moaned out her pleasure to the deserted street in a manner easily recognized as a female receiving the attentions of an impassioned male in her most sensitive secret spot. He reached up and pulled her soft tender nipples from the top of her fashionable bodice and flicked them in concert with the pounding of the sweet girl's flanks. Her hips began to roll with unladylike passion and he slapped her bare cheeks with his palms to steady her down for a joyous draining of all his juices.
Justin was beginning to really pound the girl's soft bottom and she pushed back with all her strength to get his cock in deeper and not to be pushed out into the teeming rain. They struggled against each other in an ages old dance of lust that swiftly came to mutual satisfactory conclusion. Penelope was almost singing her orgasm into the cold night air and Justin groaned each time his buried cock jerked with another spurt of creamy cum deep inside the pretty girl's vagina.
They disengaged slowly leaning into each other. Penelope lifted her head up and offered her lips to Justin's probing tongue. He explored her mouth sensuously taking his time to become fully acquainted with all its secrets. His hands continued to knead her arse cheeks like he was making early morning bread in a basement kitchen. Penelope spread her legs for balance and hummed as he used her for his wanton pleasure.
The fog had thinned a little bit and they scurried to their destination.
She asked him his exact destination and he replied,
"I am trying to find the home of Mister Harry Johnson on the north side of the square. He is reputed to have a grand new machine that my employer is interested in. Doctor Zero collects all manner of unique machines that might have a chance of becoming a wondrous invention. Some of his playthings are really quite impressive."
She looked up at Justin and smiled.
"I know right where Mister Johnson's house is located. He used to give me piano lessons when I was much younger. He is there by himself now ever since his sister died from consumption. We only have a short distance to go. My house is only about one quarter of a mile further on. Let us go to Mister Johnson's house first and then you can come home with me and have some hot tea and some fresh scones baked by the cook. She bakes them every morning and I always have one before noon-time."
They came on the house suddenly and it looked like the fog would be burning off rapidly now. Penelope told him to come down to the basement door because Mister Johnson never used the stoop door and had it double locked with heavy bolts. She rang the bell and a stout woman with a heavy German accent answered with a laugh recognizing young Penelope from her piano playing days.
"Ach, little libchen, it is so nice to see you. How are your mama and your papa?"
Penelope smiled and tightened her hold on Justin's arm.
"They are both well, Gretchen. Mister Whitecastle has business with Mister Johnson. I hope he is arisen and is receiving visitors."
"Ja, Ja my little gooseberry. Always working on his crazy contraptions, he is. In fact, he is in the basement right now with his newest project. One day, that man will blow us all up with his steam and his new-fangled ideas."
They all went down another set of stairs to a sub-basement that was sound-proofed and insulated from all curious eyes.
The tall heavily bearded man was sitting at some type of confusing table with a myriad of switches and knobs that changed the external and internal conditions of the metal and glass booth on a raised platform. It was like nothing Justin had ever seen before. He knew immediately that Doctor Zero would want this project even if was not a success just because the design was so advanced and unusual.
The man turned around with a blank look on his face.
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