Innocence Lost

by Bradley Stoke

  “Exactly right!” spat back her sister with a venom that startled Purity. “If you don’t like living with me, you can just leave. Forget all I’ve ever done for you. Forget that we’re sisters. Run off with your nigger lover and live in a tepee. Grow fucking lentils and be so fucking holy. I haven’t forgotten that not so long ago you were a fucking tight-arsed, dry cunted nun! Go back to your convent and be fucking sanctimonious somewhere else. Take your fucking Pure as the driven snow but as black as the fucking ace of spades girlfriend with you. I don’t care! I don’t fucking care what you and your cuntish friend do! You can just fuck off and never come back, for all I fucking care!”

  “I’ll do just that! And now!” shouted back Innocence, who turned around and raced out of the room. Purity glanced back at Chastity who was watching as Twelve unfastened the cords binding the young girl’s hands together and comforted her as she cried with the abandon reserved for children. She then chased after Innocence, who true to her words was pulling her clothes and possessions out of the drawers in her bedroom and stuffing them with no particular attention into some cases.

  “Are you serious, Innocence?” Purity asked watching as her lover busied herself with tears running down her face.

  “I’ve never been so serious! I’ve got to get away! I can’t bear to live with her a moment longer!”

  “But what about your studies? What about all the work you’ve done at the college!”

  “That doesn’t mean anything any more! I’m leaving Labia! I’ll go off to the city! Start again. Live a life away from the malign influence of my hateful sister!”

  Purity looked out of the bedroom at Twelve who was tenderly washing the young girl in the bathroom and at Chastity who was preparing some powder on the mirror and swigging from the bottle of whiskey while she did so. She glanced around malevolently at Purity. “Who’re you fucking look at, you fucking nigger!”

  Purity declined to comment, but hovered at the doorway transfixed in hopeless indecision. What should she do? She didn’t feel inclined to join Innocence in her desperate departure. She resolved to return to Brook. That was after all where she felt most at home and where most of her friends were. She had never felt properly settled in Labia, and if Innocence was leaving there was nothing really to keep her there.

  “My sister’s fucked me so many times! She’s fucked me like a fucking piston engine!” snarled Chastity. “Now she says she’s gonna leave me. What fucking ingratitude! I taught her everything she knows about fucking. The best fucks she’s ever had have been with me! Everyone else - you included - have just been fucking nothing. She’ll come back! She won’t be able to live without me and my cunt.” Chastity swivelled round in her chair and faced Purity with her shaved and slightly red vagina fully displayed. She opened her legs and slid a forefinger into the open crack while swigging a mouthful of whiskey. “Admit it! You want a taste of my cunt, too. But you’re not fucking going to! And neither’s my fucking sister! She may have the best fucking prick there is but this is one cunt she’s not going to get inside again!”

  Purity grimaced and returned to Innocence’s bedroom to see if she could comfort her. She felt that her rôle at this moment was to stand by her lover’s side in her moments of distress. But Innocence was nowhere to be seen. She and all her bags were gone. So, too, Purity discovered were Twelve and the young girl. She was alone in the flat with Chastity. She ran frantically from room to room, hoping that she was mistaken or that some message had been left. But there was nothing.

  “Lost something, nigger?” asked Chastity unkindly as she popped her head back into the living room. “Perhaps you want a fuck.” She had a very crude looking dildo inside her vagina and was pushing it in and out. Her nostril was running with snot mixed with a small amount of blood and her face had a wild expression on it. Purity didn’t answer. She picked up her bag and slamming the front door she left as well, leaving Chastity alone with her drugs and her sexual aids.

  XX

  In Which Innocence is lost in Congress; and Twelve introduces Innocence to the literary merits of Honore.

  Twelve had no intention of returning to the flat to rejoin Chastity. She’d had just about enough of her and how she’d persuade her to do things with her young lovers that made her feel guilty and soiled. She carried her rucksack of possessions over her shoulder through the streets of Labia, relishing the attention her appearance aroused, and made her way to the railway station. She wasn’t at all surprised to find Innocence sitting on a bench in the station with her own untidy bags at her feet and her face buried in her hands. As she approached she could see that the bags were hurriedly packed. Several articles of clothing protruded through the openings. She placed a comforting hand on Innocence’s shoulder.

  “Are you alright, Innocence darling?”

  The unhappy girl raised her face to show tears welling from her eyes and their liquid trail reflected on her cheeks. “Leave me alone! Don’t touch me!”

  Twelve tactfully removed her hand. “Where are you going, Innocence sweetest?”

  “Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere! I don’t know!”

  “I’ll put you up in my bedsit for a day or so, if you like. It’s a bit cramped, but it’s the least I can do after the hospitality you’ve shown me.”

  “I don’t want to! I don’t want anything to do with my sister. Or any of her lovers!”

  “Don’t be silly, Innocence. You’ve got to stay somewhere. You can’t sleep here. And you’ve never been to the capital before, have you? City life may well agree with you. Come on! I insist! I can’t permit myself to leave you in this state!”

  It took a bit more effort on Twelve’s part, but she eventually persuaded Innocence to pick up her bags and join her on one of the many trains heading to the capital city of Congress. She sat next to Innocence with her arms around the girl’s shoulders, squeezing her close to her bosom, wiping away her tears and listening without comment to Innocence’s long litany of complaints about Chastity. Her sister was blamed for almost every misfortune that had ever occurred in her life - a little unfairly Twelve thought, but she had long believed that it was merely a matter of time until the two separated.

  Twelve’s bedsit on the twelfth floor of a tall apartment block was undeniably small. It consisted mostly of a single bed that filled out the space not occupied by a tiny shower, a single oven ring and a small cupboard that held all her worldly possessions. There was no space for more furniture, and it was necessary for all her guests to join her on the bed. A small television set sat on top of the audio equipment piled high on the cupboard. Every available inch of wall was covered with postcards and posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a few that she’d had and not yet wholly abandoned. As always, it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet that covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy neighbour a girl who Twelve disdainfully noticed was unfashionably dressed. She had a twelve-inch dildo strapped to her waist and two long plaits at the back of her otherwise shaved head.

  Twelve comforted Innocence as best she could, and with the skill that came from considerable practice she divested the girl of all her clothes and persuaded her penis into erection and then into her welcoming vagina. She knew that Innocence was making love more from a need for distraction than from any degree of passion or affection, but she accepted that. It in no way lessened the pleasure she received as Innocence thrust in and out of her. She buried her tongue deep into Innocence’s mouth, gliding it over her teeth and in and out of the crevices of her molars, more to prevent Innocence from returning to her litany of woes than any specific dental curiosity.

  “Hi there, Twelve!” she heard while Innocence was plugging into her anus, now sufficiently lubricated with passion to take any punishment. “Got yet another new boyfriend?”

  Innocence looked up from where she’d buried her face in Twelve’s smooth face, and with her penis still hidden inside, to examine Twelve’s visitor. It
was Twenty - one of Twelve’s closer girlfriends - dressed much like Twelve, but with black lipstick and eye shadow and substantially plumper. Her stomach rolled over the leather straps confining her vagina and her large nipples stuck out in a kaleidoscope of lipsticked colours. Her shaved head was hidden by a beret and she held a lit cigarette in her left hand.

  “Or girlfriend, I should say,” corrected Twenty. “Or is it both? Are you into transsexuals, now, sweetest? And what is she? Girl gone boy? Or boy gone girl? The operations must have been fucking expensive!”

  Twelve twisted her body around and restrained Innocence while ensuring her erect penis was still embedded deep inside her cunt. She didn’t intend to share Innocence with anyone! Innocence probably wouldn’t want to, anyway. But she knew that given even the slightest provocation, Twenty would get her surgery enhanced lips right over Innocence’s prick and suck out the last drop of semen.

  “What the fuck do you want, Twenty darling?” Twelve asked amiably. “Whatever it is, you’re not fucking getting it from Innocence here.”

  “Innocence, is it? What a fucking wonderful name! You don’t get many with names like that in Congress. Is it a girl’s name or a boy’s name?”

  “Innocence is a girl. And always has been! She’s never had surgery or anything. She’s always been like that!”

  “Well, fuck me!” exclaimed Twenty.

  “No she won’t!” retorted Twelve quickly. Then more diplomatically: “Unless you want to, Innocence love?”

  Innocence shook her head. Twelve knew she wasn’t someone who readily swapped partners. Also, she flattered herself with some justification, Twelve wasn’t that bad looking even if the slightest bit of sun got her peeling like a thin-skinned orange, whereas Twenty was really not that attractive however much she managed to stay abreast of the fashions.

  “So, what the fuck do you want, Twenty?”

  “I just wanted to know if you want to come out. Nowhere special mind. But somewhere.”

  Twelve quickly assented, knowing this would provide Innocence with the perfect excuse to stay and rest. She knew all Innocence really wanted was time to reflect and retire. As she predicted, her friend showed no inclination at all in joining Twenty and her in going to the night-clubs or wine bars of Congress. She was quite happy curling herself into a naked ball under the ragged blankets of Twelve’s slim bed, while her hostess slipped on her leather thongs and joined Twenty.

  “That’s a fucking neat beret you’ve got,” Twelve commented.

  “Yeah. Fucking great!” sniffed Twenty nonchalantly. “They’re all wearing them these days! You’re not still wearing a cunt stud, are you? Fuck me, girl! You’d better take it out before we meet anyone. You don’t want people to think you’re some kind of dildo dyke, do you?”

  Twelve could see she had been away from the city too long. She carefully removed the stud and left it on the cupboard, while resolving to get a beret or similar as soon as possible. She felt anxious that her reputation might be irreparably damaged if she were seen bare-headed. On the other hand, she was sure that the hats she had stuffed in her drawers from previous vacillations of fashion wouldn’t quite fit the bill satisfactorily. She blew a kiss to Innocence’s distraught little face as she departed with her arm around Twenty’s waist, and the two departed jerking their behinds - one taut and slim, and the other sagging over bulky thighs.

  Twelve knew that Innocence wouldn’t be happy for long staying with her in her tiny bedsit and she also knew that her lifestyle would soon conflict very untidily with what she knew of Innocence’s when she lived in Labia. She racked her brains as to what she could do with her, and was convinced she found a solution when she saw an advertisement in the local newspaper announcing that her friend Honore L’Oeuf was visiting the city. She was sure that Innocence would get on well with her authoress friend with the massive 80 inch bust.

  So, when Twelve at last returned mid-afternoon from a long night out in the night-clubs with Twenty and several other friends, her eyes bleary, her crotch dripping with semen and lubricating jelly, and her thighs aching from dancing and fucking, she was pleased that Innocence was enthusiastic at meeting such a famous author. She hadn’t actually read any of Honore L’Oeuf’s erotic children’s stories, but she was familiar with the name.

  Twelve first met Honore when she was still a child - just on the edge of her teens and hungry for sex. Honore was attracted to her young child’s body with its smooth crotch. The fashion in those days for children’s clothes made her look even younger than she was with her long hair in plaits and a flared dress that revealed her lack of knickers beneath. It was the first time Twelve made love with an older woman, and of course Honore couldn’t have been much more than twenty years old herself at the time. She still remembered with fondness the passion of their lovemaking and the accuracy with which Honore identified the parts of her body that most enjoyed stimulation.

  Twelve took Innocence to a Literary Festival being held in the Congress City Hall where Honore L’Oeuf addressed a sold-out audience on the subject of sexuality, sexual abuse and children where she was no doubt rehearsing her familiar argument about the need for child erotica and how it did not imply at all any encouragement for the sexual abuse of children by adults. The hypocrite! commented Twelve to herself. Innocence and she weren’t able to buy any tickets so they waited until Honore finished her lecture before entering the hall.

  Honore’s visit coincided with the publication of a new book that was on display in the foyer. Twelve guessed that her reason for visiting the city was to promote it. It was called James and the Giant Penis, and featured the hero of the hugely successful Willy Wanker and the Semen Factory in another story of child related penis adventures. Twelve idly skimmed through the pages of a copy below a cardboard display of the main character struggling with an enormous penis almost as tall as the boy himself and impossible to contain in any pair of trousers. The pictures inside lucidly illustrated the problems that poor James had with a penis that hit people as it spurted into full erection, the mess it made on carpets and the difficulty it had in penetrating any orifice. It did, however, make James very popular with other girls and boys who took great delight in playing with the penis and making it embarrassingly erect and took showers in the gobbets of semen it inevitably released.

  The author was dressed in an enormous blouse pulled in at her relatively slim waist, but didn’t in any way disguise the enormous swelling of her breasts against its fabric. The buttons held in place with a desperation that looked likely to fail every time her breast heaved with an exhalation of breath. She wore a very plain navy blue skirt, stockings and shoes. How drab! thought Twelve who only that morning had bought a green beret she proudly wore on her shaven head.

  When Twelve introduced Honore to Innocence she wasn’t at all surprised to see her eyes wander towards the restrained breasts.

  Honore was renting an apartment in the city for the weeks until she returned to Brook. “I feel so much more at ease there!” she said smiling, holding the massive weight of her breasts in the palms of her hands. “I don’t have to squeeze these things into totally inappropriate clothes. But Twelve, you’d just feel so odd in Brook. No fashions to follow. And you look so divine at the moment. What a cute beret!”

  Innocence was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. Twelve had no success at all in persuading her to shave off any more hair than that which she already took off her legs and her armpits. She also had no success in persuading her to wear one of her older thongs or even to show her breasts. Innocence was (let’s face it!) rather dull really. However, it was clear that Honore was attracted by Innocence’s quite reserved character and her physical beauty. “Such a little beauty! The both of you must come back to my apartment.”

  “And there are hidden secrets in Innocence’s knickers as well!” hinted Twelve as the three of them got into a taxi with a young girl whom Honore had persuaded to come back with her despite her mother’s reservations.

  “What mi
ght those be?” wondered Honore playfully, with an arm around the small girl’s shoulders and a hand burrowed inside her blouse.

  “Wait and see!”

  Honore wasn’t disappointed when they got back to her luxury apartment and insisted that everyone take their clothes off. “It’s so uncomfortable otherwise!” It had certainly been so for Honore who shed her clothes with great relish, tearing off several buttons from her capacious blouse. Twelve was pleased to see that the massive breasts showed no evidence of sagging with age, and her enormous nipples were still as large as her thumbs when erect which they soon were. The young girl was much more embarrassed about taking off her clothes, revealing her total lack of breasts or indeed of any adult features, but it was Innocence who was the most embarrassed. Particularly, Twelve assumed, because her wonderful penis was already throbbing with desire and would take very little effort to become fully erect.

  “What a darling surprise!” Honore gasped. “Is it real?”

  “It’s as real as your massive mammaries!” Twelve remarked. “And produces much more milk!”

  Honore stretched out a hand and stroked the penis. As Twelve suspected it immediately jumped to attention. “Look at this, Six!” she said to the girl who was with them. “Have you ever seen anything like this before?”

  The girl shook her head shyly. “Only on TV. And not so big and stiff!”

  “And talking of big and stiff…” laughed Twelve holding one of Honore’s nipples. She pressed her mouth over it. “Come on, Six. Taste this!”

  Six and Innocence were soon persuaded to take turns on Honore’s prominent assets, the nipples of which soon found themselves inside Six’s vagina and Innocence’s anus. Then, with the application of some champagne that Honore had delivered by a very nervous maid (who resolutely declined to accompany them in their lovemaking), the four of them were soon indulging in very frantic activity. Twelve loved to nibble Honore’s breasts while Innocence hammered into her anus. She persuaded Honore, who only rarely indulged in sex with penises, to accept Innocence’s member first into her vagina and then when her passion was greater into her arse. She even managed to persuade little Six (with assistance from Honore) to accept Innocence’s penis, despite her initial protests.