The Little Barmaid

By Carl Chelsea

Our inquisitive young Nun Aria has reached the proper age for her first journey to the Valley below. This journey of mindful abstinence is filled with temptations of the flesh. Her job is to discover what to avoid, but no one told her that.
Suddenly alone on this journey with an oversexed hunk as her only guide, her inquisitive mind and her need to experience the unknown is leading her into every wild adventure her convent warned against.

Oversexed food truck operators, Pagan celebrations, and an entire Order of Nuns dedicated to the Secular arts all stand in her way.

Will forbidden knowledge be enough to keep her safe in this carnal new world. Will the village of Bacchanhagen be too much of a temptation with it's rival Order of Fornical Nuns? Illicit love and wild sex will either make her a savior or destroy her outright.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel's Lace e-rotica
• Release date: Jun 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463407172

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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The Little Barmaid

By Carl Chelsea

© Carl Chelsea 2018

Published by SMASHWORDS

for Rachel's Lace E-rotica

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Grimmpunk :

-A subgenre of erotic fiction featuring the retelling of fairytales and fables with a deeply erotic twist.

-An era decimated by a failed Internet, casting it into a mix of pre-industrial, cobbled technology, wherein humanity scrambles to put society back together

Before the fall there was the time of legend. Man and machine co-existed in a symbiotic relationship. 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, wire and spark, numbers and gears and not much of it works! It's the time of Grimmpunk.

The Little Barmaid

By Carl Chelsea © 2018

Table du Contents

Chapter 1 – The Order

Chapter 2 – The Hexbox

Chapter 3 – Road to Ruination

Chapter 4 – Beautiful Bacchanhagen

Chapter 5 – Leading a Horticulture

Chapter 6 – Last Church of Bacchanhagen

Chapter 7 – Cock Tails

Chapter 8 – Opportunity Costs

Chapter 9 – Night of Wonders

Chapter 10 – Warm Human Emotions

Chapter 11 – True Lust

Chapter 12 – The Rise

Chapter 13 – The Fall

Epilogue – Delivered

Chapter 1 – The Order

Aria, was lost in yet another book. The Order of Perpetual Abstinence, Sisters of the Lords Financial, collected items from before the quiet, to aid their work. The youngest nun of the convent, Aria, was the only one who ever took advantage of the vast collection of books gathered from across the valleys. She had burned her way through well over half of their extensive collection. She profited greatly from her investment of time and energy. Entertaining and cooking, lingerie, determinism, animal husbandry, deep sea exploration, and some mythical hexbox application called Powerpoint were all committed to her memory. Her mind latched onto the words and concepts filing them away in little compartments in her mind. She loved learning and storing away the things profited from the amazing books of the Order's library. Today she was burning through her third book of celebratory libations. She couldn't wait to find a well stocked bar out there somewhere and see how these concoctions might actually taste. She closed it and filed it away before starting on the next book in her stack.

She quickly scanned the first chapter. Ooooh! This is highly profitable!

Aria! Put that away, Sister Regina is back! She's going to tell us all about her trip!

But Annabelle, this is about knots on sailing ships. It's fascinating. It's-

It's a waste of interest. Put it away and come listen!

Waste of interest? This is nothing but interest.

Whatever, just come on! She's already talking.

What? Already!? She broke into a run and slid to a stop, almost bumping into the crowd of nuns. She stared across the cloister and marveled at the tales Sister Regina was sharing. Her sisters were all gathered. It was a sea of grey shifts and white habits.

Sister Regina had just returned from her month long journey of mindful abstinence in the far lands across the great prairies. The domains ruled by the Prince. She was in mid tale as Aria arrived.

It was at this point that the Prince brought out special dancers. These three ladies, of the most ill repute, accompanied the prince himself and the things they were wearing! Tiny leather garments wrapped about the ribs, crafted by the devil herself! The tops of their breasts were openly revealed, and boosted to the heavens! Such an abundance of flesh!

Aria was taking notes. "A bustier?

Regina was taken aback, What?

Was it a bustier?

Y-yess, Aria. I believe that is the terminology.

Pasties?

Regina sighed. What is it, Aria?

Did they wear ...pasties? To cover, the, ...nipples?

No! Sister Regina gave Aria a hard stare down. It had the men in the room losing any sense of propriety. They groped and kissed any exposed flesh as they passed by these women! And dear Lords the cheeks of the buttocks were left resolutely unattended!

Ooooh, thong panties, or g-strings?

Aria, hush.

It's just I've read of such garments.

Aria. It was a warning.

Forgive me. Please continue, Sister.

Yes, well. I witnessed such barbarous acts that I cannot begin to share. These women strode proudly among men of quality wearing clothing not meant to conceal, but rather to brazenly emphasize the sacred and temptational aspects of womanhood! Indeed they kept all but their cunning bits openly displayed! Not that they wore much more than the smallest slips of the leather across their sacred temple! Leather of the devil's brightest red! Bright colors of sexual incitement meant to drive the carnal passions to their highest!

What next, Sister Regina? Pray tell? Aria was hanging on each word with a matter of fact attitude.

"Oh, I dare not engage in idle gossip lest I become one of the lost few running about seeking such illicit reality news of the famous and infamous. However, as a cautionary tale I shall say this... These three devil's women donned the raiment of woman of cheer at the debacle games and began shouting to the Prince! They were enticing him to sing and dance. Which, to my shock, he did!

He strode upon an upraised stage wearing naught but a mesh codpiece! A Banana hammock as the locals called it. I know not what a banana is, but I-"

A banana was a fruit from the central regions of the south it kinda goes- She swooped her hand upward.

Sister Aria, if you please?

Well, I just, it's just, I have so many books, and- ...I'm terribly sorry. Tell us more.

She cleared her throat and glared at Aria. I don't have words for what I saw, not words I can share.

Aria looked up with a scholarly interest. Could you at least ...describe what you saw?

Sister Constance was biting her knuckle. Oh, tell us, for God's sake tell, Sister!

She spanked her ruler on the lectern. Ladies! I speak only to warn you, not to entertain, or tempt you to illicit thoughts! Be aware; that way lay madness!

Sister Constance was fanning herself. You can trust in our sacred vows, Sister Regina! Tell us what you witnessed? Tell us of ...the banana!

Regina smiled and wiped her brow, She stretched her long neck and the sister saw the blush spreading across her skin. As he played his music the part of his male anatomy encased in the, ahem, the banana hammock, grew, ...larger.

The Sisters gasped.

It grew so large, so firm, that it exposed itself fully. Reaching out, almost, ...beckoning.

Again they gasped and giggled.

Sister, pray tell us more!

She shook her head and fanned herself. "The male animal is such a mystery. It has a shape and function that escapes description. However to warn you of the base behaviors I shall continue. The Prince began wailing a lost song about a Dirtimind, and a Daddiscar. I know not what those things are, but the crowd certainly did. All the while he made the most profane noises on his instrument, while his anatomy continued reaching, growing, beckoning from beneath!"

In full view?

Of everyone! It was shameful, obscene, disgraceful!

Sister Constance was bent double, clutching her bosom. Go on, Sister!

Soon after, he was joined again by the three ladies in their women of cheer attire. While he sang they knelt before him in a supplicant manner. He lewdly swung his male organ at them while he strutted back and forth, playing with his instrument! Ladies, they bowed to him as one should only bow to the Lords Financial! It was shameful, it was sacrilegious, and it was, well, quite, quite breathtaking in its spectacle.

They bowed to him, Sister? Aria was enthralled.

In time, yes. Prior to that they, ...well, I'm ashamed to say, I watched them engage in a most disgracefully hedonistic dance.

Sister Constance exclaimed, DANCE!

The murmurs grew in the cloister.

Aria began writing madly in her notebook.

Yes, Sisters. They raised up at his bidding and danced a wild bohemian dance before him! They moved their bodies to the music this man played on his devil's instrument. As he stood proudly strumming with his fingers they bent their sinewy bodies in ways that were wholly unacceptable! The garments of these women of cheer covered naught but the barest of their legs and nethers. The tops seemed to be less than a layer of pigment upon their abundant breasts!

Could you tell us of the instrument the Prince handled? Aria asked.

Sister Aria! Regina was shocked.

No, no, please! Instruments of the lute family fascinate me. Pray, could you describe his particular instrument, Sister? Constance pleaded with her eyes. ...in detail?

Sisters, this is most unseemly. She relented to their pleading looks. Ah, very well. Let's see, it was a, ...sort of, ...long shaft, with a thick purple flared end. He ran his hands up and down it's length repeatedly, faster and faster until his, he, thrust his, oh dear, the thrusting pulsations from the speaker boxes near penetrated me. She sat down. Oh, dear. I'm quite spent just recalling the incident.

Aria put her index finger to her mouth. That's called a guitar, Sister. Electrical from the sounds of it.

Sister Aria, we are all aware of your fascination with knowledge of the pre-quiet era. You needn't infect the others with your sprinkling of terms and ideas from a time you should know nothing of!

Sister Constance gave a low moan. Oooooh. Tell us a bit more, Sister Regina!

I hesitate to go any further in deference to our youngest-

I'm not that much younger than Connie, Reggie!

Sister Regina was shocked. Child! I know not why you feel you can address me in so cavalier a manner. I believe you address me as Sister Regina!

Of course, Sister Regina. Sorry, Sister Regina.

"I suspect you think with all your book learning you can handle just about anything you may find when you finally venture south for your test of mindful abstinence, rest assured at this