Rampal Steelskin

By Carl Chelsea

In a world where Y2K destroyed everything new heroes and legends arise. From the ashes of society old stories are new again and passions run wild! This is Grimm-punk!

Once upon a time there was a very sweet, very smart, and very horny girl who was betrayed by her Father and thrown into servitude to an evil crime queen.

Faced with an impossible challenge she gets help from an odd little man. He has brains, compassion and amazing staying power! It seems big things do cum in small packages!

But what is his connection the Queen Bitch of the organization?

This twisted tale involves murder, Oral, M/F, F/F, a bit of bondage, M/M/F/F, Office sex and a lot of kink.

Over 18 to be certain. This is one fairy tale you won't read to your kids!

Story contains standard, legal, sexual situations with consenting adults for an audience 18+ years of age.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel's Lace e-rotica
• Release date: Dec 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466188839

Carl Chelsea

Here's to crazy love! I like to put a lot of emotional, and sometimes psychological, twists in my work. I hope it always becomes something that not only gets you off, but keeps you reading! Come play in my worlds!

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Rampal Steelskin

By Carl Chelsea

© Carl Chelsea 2011

Published by SMASHWORDS

for Rachel's Lace E-rotica

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e-book ISBN: 9781466188839

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Rampal Steelskin

By Carl Chelsea © 2017

Grimmpunk

/grI;mp^ngk/

[mass noun] A subgenre of erotic fiction featuring the retelling of fairytales and fables with a deeply erotic twist.

This world has been decimated by the Y2K bug, casting it into a mix of pre-industrial and cobbled technology. It begins in the year 12:00, as that is when the electrical hive mind turned her back on us, leaving all the clocks blinking the New Year, 12:00.

Before the year 12:00 there was the time of legend. Man and machine co-existed. The electric mind loved man and machine equally until the year 11:59. The electric mind signaled the new year of 12:00 and then the machines went quiet. No one knows the reason, but the electric mind forgot about us, tuned us out, and left us to die. We still don't know if someone destroyed her, or she simply became angry with us and left, but either way she hasn't been screened since.

Today only the Sourcerrors can call forth the minor spirits hidden within each recovered Hexbox. The computational legends are over and all the old stories are coming around again. It's a grim time of fire and stone, oil and copper, numbers and gears. It's the time of Grimmpunk.

Rampal Steelskin

by Carl Chelsea © 2017

Table du Contents

Chapter 1 – Comeuppance

Chapter 2 – Meet the Family

Chapter 3 – Deus ex Munchkinland

Chapter 4 – Love at First Suck

Chapter 5 – What's Good For the Gander...

Chapter 6 – The Passionate Play

Chapter 7 – Hours Later

Epilogue

An Excerpt from – A Little on the Side

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Chapter 1 – Comeuppance

The Lady sat in darkness, her presence evident only by the glowing tip of her cigarette and the occasional blast of white smoke from her mouth. One overhead light shone brightly on the man who had been summoned.

The silence of the room was oppressive. Her genetically enhanced goons pulled him out of his office and dumped him into this room over thirty minutes ago. He had babbled on with explanations and excuses for fifteen minutes straight and she was giving him nothing, not a single word. He felt sweat trickling down the back of his neck. A clock somewhere ticked insistently. He wondered how he ever got in so deep. He clung to a tiny spark of hope that somehow he could talk his