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Subject: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Five (5/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFF FMM)
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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Five (5/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFF FMM)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 5 of 36
Keywords: HFF FMM
Short Summary: Innocence and Chastity visit Une.

Innocence Lost
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Resume of whole novel
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Innocence is a girl quite simply lost in a world where she feels she 
doesn't belong. And no wonder! Innocence is no ordinary girl. Despite 
her beauty, she has a penis and a pair of testicles that marks her out 
from everyone else. Innocence is lost. This novel tells how Innocence 
finds herself through sex, love and videotape. 



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Previously
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Chastity and Innocence are visiting Une.



Chapter Five
============

In Which Innocence is embodied in the value of Twelve; 
and joined in a fury of pain and pleasure; and in which 
Chastity pursues love of a woman and Innocence the Love 
of God.



It was in another field, this time within Une's 
extensive estates, that Une and Innocence were happily 
fucking together. Being her own estate, Une naturally 
chose a comfortable field where the grass was short and 
green enough for there to be relatively little scratching or 
discomfort from the ground as the two lovers pursued their 
business. It was a lovely sunny day, and as Une straddled 
her thighs over Innocence, gazing down at her beautiful 
penis thrusting in and out, she could feel the sun 
burning her back.

It was with a little surprise that Une felt more 
feminine caresses from behind. But she didn't care. After 
making love to Chastity on a few occasions now, she no 
longer cared about her attention. She merely moaned 
appreciatively and bent forward over Innocence's prostrate 
body to give the caresses as free rein as possible. She 
pushed her tongue into Innocence's mouth and the two 
lovers explored each other while these other hands 
explored her.

And, then, with a shock, Une felt another object, hard, stiff 
and clearly the right shape, also enter into her moist 
welcoming vagina. What was this? she wondered. One of 
her lovers? Or (and this gave her a glorious frisson of 
desire) a woman endowed like Innocence? With that 
fantasy she brought herself to the point of a loud and 
explosive orgasm as two tools exercised themselves inside 
her capacious void.

It was only when Une disentangled herself from the 
writhing bodies she found that there was in fact only one 
other person and she was a totally normal woman. Normal, 
that is, in the biologically accepted way. She was a little 
skinny, with high cheeks and perky breasts dominated by 
pointed nipples. She was also virtually naked - but then so 
too were Une and Innocence. How this girl was not normal 
was that her hair was virtually all shaved except for a long 
pointed quiff on her head several inches long. Body 
jewellery decorated and pierced her body, including golden 
dangling earrings and pointed ivory caps over her nipples. 
She also wore a dildo strapped around her waist which 
although it totally obscured her vagina seemed somehow 
much more indecent than total nudity could ever be.

Une had seen this look before. It was, she knew, a 
fashion amongst many girls in the cities to dress in this 
way - and it meant nothing there. Secretaries, receptionists, 
hairdressers and all sorts wandered around quite naturally 
with curious hairstyles and either dildos or, 
less provocatively, codpieces covering their cunts. Even in 
the cities, total nudity was not that acceptable. However, 
this style of dress was bound to attract a great deal of 
adverse attention in the country. And, anyway, what was a 
girl like this doing so far away from the night-clubs, bars 
and haunts of the big city?

Her name was Twelve - a common sort of city name 
it appeared. She had come to the countryside with her lover 
- a man called Three - and the two had had an argument. 
He was not very tolerant when he found her in bed with 
two other people, and had stormed back to the nearest 
railway station leaving her behind. She was renting a room 
from a couple of local people - "real yokels" she described 
them. Une knew all the people in the village, and the 
family she described were some relatively poor freeholders 
who farmed goats just above the village. Heaven only 
knows what they thought of a provocatively dressed girl 
like Twelve who probably had no sympathy or 
understanding at all of country ways!

Normally, Une would have had very little time or sympathy 
for someone like Twelve, but after the circumstances of 
their meeting - in which she'd betrayed rather more interest 
than she normally would have done - it seemed churlish 
not to invite her back to her farmhouse. Twelve agreed, 
and they returned to meet Chastity, whom these days made 
no effort to disguise her indulgence in sex with two of 
Une's lovers. With semen dripping out of her mouth, she 
greeted the company and almost immediately discarded her 
male company to focus her conversation on Twelve.

It came as no surprise to Une when, as the 
night progressed, Twelve and Chastity disappeared off to 
have sex together. She knew that it didn't involve the dildo, 
because Twelve had long past removed it and her ivory 
nipple protectors and left them on the mantle-piece ("It's 
wonderful to go naked!" she announced, almost 
incongruously).

Twelve became quite a regular visitor to Une's household - 
and, with increasing jealousy, it became apparent to her 
that it was Innocence and her wonderful penis that attracted 
her the most. 

"Innocence is so lucky!" Twelve announced, holding 
Innocence's erect penis between forefinger and thumb. 
"The rest of us just pretend to have this kind of thing - but 
for her it's real. And it comes all over you so creamy and 
rich! I just love the taste of it!" 

Une's jealousy was not lessened by the evident fact 
that Innocence also enjoyed Twelve's attention. How could 
she prefer such a vulgar slut? she wondered. But she could 
see that beneath her urban veneer, Twelve was a very 
tender lover and treated Innocence in a way that perhaps 
only an experienced lover of women could. Une's 
experience of making love to women was still not very 
great, and it was something that she had still not reconciled 
herself to. She wasn't a dyke was she?

Twelve had some peculiar interests. She listened to music 
which sounded about as execrable as music could be. Fast 
and cacophonous. Noisy and unstructured. It wasn't music 
at all. Only the fact that Innocence would be listening to 
the music with Twelve, and Une's wish not to lose touch 
with her enticed her to spend more than the smallest 
amount of time with them. 

She also seemed extremely interested in films that had 
moments of violence and pornography of the kind that 
most villagers were quite happy to watch, but to Une these 
were only the interesting bits of films that punctuated 
periods of plotless meandering and self-indulgence. And 
the art she professed to like! What was the point of art that 
gave no pleasure?

However, for Innocence's sake, Une tolerated this and the 
mammoth sex sessions that Innocence and Twelve 
indulged together. Even Chastity seemed to find Twelve's 
fascination with Innocence's penis a little bizarre. 

"There's only a few inches to it!" She exclaimed. "Surely 
she must know it in total detail by now." 

Une couldn't answer. In fact, she wondered if it might not 
be the peculiar drugs that Twelve and Innocence indulged 
together that kept the two going for so many hours.

"Innocence isn't a happy girl!" confided Twelve one day, 
while Une and she were lying face down in the sun. 

Twelve's skin had gone rather red in the sun. She clearly 
wasn't used to it at home, but she still persevered. She had 
developed a reddish freckly glow on her shoulders and 
around her nose.

"What do you mean? Not happy?" wondered Une. Perhaps 
Innocence had realised that Une was the only true love for 
her life. 

"In many ways Innocence is just an ordinary girl. And she 
just wants to be an ordinary girl. But she doesn't want to 
pretend to be something she's not. She's curiously endowed 
and she doesn't want to change that. But she does want to 
feel less of a freak."

"There's nothing wrong with being unusual," sniffed Une, 
conscious of her unusually large vagina.

"But your asset doesn't give you identity crises," mused 
Twelve. "Innocence knows that she's not really a woman. 
But she's also clearly not a man. So what is she? Gender 
identity's pretty important you know!"

Une sniffed again. "And what is she supposed to do about 
that then?"

"That's exactly Innocence's problem."



************



 Twelve soon moved out of the cottage she was lodging in 
to stay at Une's home. She complained to Une that she was 
fed up with having anal sex with her landlord. 

"It's the only way I can afford to pay," she declared. 

Une wondered why it had to be anal sex. Why not more 
conventional forms? 

"Well, it does get a bit painful - especially when he asks for 
a month's rent in advance. And he's not very subtle. But it's 
the only sex his wife tolerates. In fact she has to watch to 
ensure that he doesn't commit any infidelity and enter me 
from the front." Une didn't comment, but she was aware 
that among some of the more traditional villagers there was 
the belief that the only sex that really counted was that 
which would lead to procreation. Sex with animals, 
prepubescents, men or any anus wasn't considered in the 
same way at all.

Not long after Twelve moved in, a friend of hers, also from 
the big city, came to stay at Une's home. This girl was of 
oriental background with the undeniably exotic name of 
Ching. Ching was a smaller girl than Twelve with a slender 
waist and breasts that were more just aureate pink bumps 
on her chest. However what she lacked in endowment she 
compensated for by a brashness that easily exceeded that of 
Twelve. Her own dildo was held on by rings pierced 
around her anus and vagina and was of exaggerated 
dimensions, more than a foot in length. Her hair was 
completely shaved off except for a little tail of hair dyed an 
incongruous golden colour flicking over her shoulders.  
She made no attempt to disguise the flatness of her breasts 
and in fact was habitually naked except for her dildo, petite 
golden sandals and an ankle-ring.

Ching didn't hesitate at all before making love 
with Twelve, Innocence and Chastity. It was only a little 
later that on Twelve's insistence Une also made love to her. 
Ching's dildo was well designed for Une's cunt - the 
tightest fit she'd had for a very long time. Despite it being 
artificial and unable to spurt any semen, Ching made up by 
a passion and skill at love-making which was greater than 
even Twelve's. Indeed, as Une came to be aware, Ching's 
sexual appetite was biased quite differently to Une's own. 
The clearest evidence of this was that unlike the other three 
guests, Ching had no interest in her male lovers at all. 
However much they tried to interest her in their 
own endowments, the only penis that attracted Ching was 
Innocence's that was only rarely permitted inside her.

Ching had other tastes that Une only gradually became 
aware of, and this began to change the atmosphere of Une's 
home. The first time that Une discovered this was when 
she found Innocence one morning in the living room with 
her hands tied behind her back and legs and penis tied by 
ropes to the furniture. As the rope tying her hands was 
attached to a hook from a ceiling, she was in a very 
uncomfortable position which made her eyes water as 
she pulled on the rope. Her penis was decorated by a 
ribbon tied in a quite pretty knot which nonetheless must 
have squeezed when she got an erection. She had been 
unable to cry out as her mouth was covered by a cloth tied 
around her head.

Une quickly untied Innocence and soon established that 
this was the way she'd been left by Twelve, Chastity and 
Ching after they'd been playing one of Ching's games. 
Innocence, as Une soon gathered, became the object of 
most of Ching's games which required bondage and a little 
pain. Perhaps it was because Innocence was the youngest 
of all the people staying at Une's home or because of her 
general attitude of doing whatever she could to be of help 
to others. But Une surmised that it may have been more to 
do with Innocence's endowments which somehow attracted 
Ching's attention.

Innocence wasn't the only one to be smacked, tied up or 
mildly humiliated. Une found Ching herself face up while 
Innocence was urinating on her face and Twelve was 
fucking Ching with Ching's own dildo. On another 
occasion it was Twelve whom Une came across tied 
spread-eagled to a bed while Ching and Innocence fucked 
her repeatedly despite the blood that had gathered just 
between her legs. Even Chastity, who generally seemed 
above the role of the victim, accepted a role of helplessness 
when Une found her tied to Innocence whose penis was 
inside her anus and secured in such a way that it couldn't 
easily come out.

Une herself didn't take part in the girls' games, and soon 
got to feel a kind of exclusion. Perhaps it was because she 
was so much older than the others or perhaps they realised 
that Une's sexual predilections were of a less 
unconventional kind. She also realised that the tensions 
among the four other girls were exacerbated by Ching's 
games along with the peculiar drugs she'd brought along - 
some of which apparently did wonders for one's sexual 
appetite and stamina. Innocence seemed to be becoming 
more silent and reserved. On the occasions that Une 
made love to her, she was aware of a kind of desperation in 
her passion. She sometimes wept silently just after 
achieving orgasm as if the release it brought had also 
caused her pain.

Innocence was the centre of all the attention. Twelve 
would still hold her penis for hours on end, gently stroking 
it and occasionally taking it into her mouth. Ching and 
Chastity also pursued Innocence, and competed with each 
other for her body. This produced many occasions where 
the two girls would be locked together in sex games where 
the underlying aggression of Ching's predilections would 
lead to quite visible bruises. 

However, neither Ching nor Twelve were to stay for very 
long. They departed as abruptly as these two 
manifestations of urban life had originally trespassed into 
the peace and calm of the countryside. Their last night 
involved a lot of noise, screams, giggles, slaps and groans. 
Une was sufficiently disturbed by it to go into the bedroom 
Ching shared with Twelve to see what was happening.

In actual fact, she still couldn't be sure as all she could 
see was a contortion of flesh, leather, dildos and 
Innocence's erect penis that was hammering away inside 
Ching's vagina. String, rope and vegetables were strewn 
around and there was a strong smell of sex mixed with 
urine. Une felt reluctant to either intervene or participate, 
so she retired to her room. Her first thought had been to 
call two of her lovers and satisfy a kind of sexual vacuity, 
but somehow the thought of just masturbating was 
more attractive. So, she lay in her room imagining what 
was going on elsewhere and moistened her vagina with 
milk, carrots and her fingers.

The next day, both Ching and Twelve were gone. The 
house felt as if a hurricane had passed by, but was now 
back to the calm which had preceded their visit. Innocence 
however still seemed a little shaken by it all and Chastity 
now seemed to spend more time with Une's male lovers 
than with either Une or her sister. Une felt that Innocence 
was going though some kind of crisis precipitated by 
the hedonistic abandon of the last few weeks.

A curious side effect of Innocence's melancholy was that 
she no longer made love to Une, Chastity or any one else. 
She now spent most of her time sitting in a chair by the 
fire reading books. She took to wearing a simple white 
robe much as Une did which trailed down to her ankles and 
covered her shoulders and arms. As she sat on the chair 
with her bare feet pulled up, her long hair flowing down to 
her waist and her beautiful face looking so serious, Une felt 
more passionately in love with Innocence than ever before. 
But as Innocence made quite clear, she could look but not 
touch.

Chastity, however, had become more engrossed with Une 
and very soon the two women developed a routine of 
making love together with two or three of Une's male 
lovers and sometimes just the two of them. Chastity herself 
seemed a little more reserved and sometimes she would 
talk more to Une than indulge in more physical 
conversation.

Une became aware that Chastity was actually in love with 
someone, and not, as she'd originally believed, just in 
herself, and not, she was less pleased to discover with Une, 
but with a black woman she'd met before she'd come to 
stay in the countryside. Chastity's intention was to go and 
live with this other woman in another part of the country 
where she described a life of naked frolics and passionate 
lovemaking. Une wondered what was so different about 
their own amorous activities, but she'd lived long enough 
to be aware that affairs of the heart were less to do with 
what was done but how it felt to do it.

Chastity was also very concerned about Innocence. She 
confessed that she felt that her current unhappiness might 
very well be Chastity's own fault. She had introduced her 
sister to incest, lesbianism and a host of lovers. Some of 
these lovers Une knew - they had somehow passed her path 
before - but Une wasn't at all sure why that should be a 
problem.

"It's only a problem because Innocence doesn't know what 
she is, and where she wants to go," explained Chastity. 
"She's a girl with a penis, and she doesn't know what she's 
supposed to do about that."

"She doesn't seem to mind having a penis," commented 
Une stroking Chastity's clitoris gently and thinking of 
Innocence's passion. "In fact, it seems to cause her less 
problem than it would for most men."

"I'm not saying she wants it removed. That would almost 
be too simple."

"What do you think she'll do?" wondered Une. 

She thought of Innocence lying front down on the carpet by 
the roaring fire in her white robe with one leg nonchalantly 
raised and the other stretched out straining over a novel by 
Dostoevsky, a poem by Goethe or some other book.

"Well she's been reading the Bible recently," commented 
Chastity.

"The Bible?"

"And the Koran, the Bhagavadgita and Kant. She's gone 
through almost all your collection of religious and 
philosophical books. She's read the I Ching and the Kama 
Sutra. She's looked into Nietzsche, Wittgenstein and 
Thoreau."

Une had a very large library of books which she'd collected 
on her journeys around the world. At one time or another 
she'd been to almost every country and acquired things 
from each. Carpets, ornaments, paintings, flowers, compact 
discs, videos and, of course, books. It wouldn't be true that 
Une had read all of them. It wasn't too easy to read books 
written in those languages she hadn't yet learnt. A large 
part of her collection was of erotic books from 
different cultures and different times. It was these books, 
she knew, that Chastity and Twelve used to read. 
Innocence didn't read those particular books.

One of Une's most prized books was a copy of the Bible 
reinterpreted by a sect which seemed to see sex in 
everything. The italicised annotations on the margin made 
constant allusions to sexual activities and proclivities 
sometimes blatantly referred to, but more often only hinted 
at. The most interesting part was an Apocrypha of obscene 
stories concerning Jesus' fucking of a hundred whores, 
Moses' incest in the desert, Eve being fucked by Cain and 
Abel, and missing chapters from Revelations 
which featured the sexual humiliations of hell. There was a 
particular chapter on the sexual tortures of early Christians 
by the Romans. This, however, was not the copy of the 
Bible that Innocence was reading.

Une also had a collection of Jacobean and Elizabethan sex 
plays which were performed surreptitiously and invariably 
climaxed in on-stage sex in the fifth act. This however was 
as nothing compared to some decadent Roman reworkings 
of Euripides, Sophocles and other Greek playwrights. 
There came a phase in the Roman Empire where 
authenticity became very important. Although it was 
possible to persuade slaves to enact the classic plays 
in authentic blood and gore, a good actor would have a 
short life. Oedipus could only be blinded once. So an 
attempt had been made to reinterpret violent action by 
sexual action, which stretched the physical resources of 
slaves, allowed sufficient humiliation to satisfy the appetite 
of the Roman audience and for those in the audience who 
liked authenticity. Une's knowledge of Greek and Latin 
words for the anatomy and sex had improved remarkably.

It was not a total surprise when Chastity and Innocence 
announced that they would be moving on. Chastity would 
look for her black lover and she hoped that the two of them 
would be reconciled. Innocence, however, had decided to 
work for Christ and was going to live in a Convent. She 
was assured that as she had no vagina and had therefore 
never been penetrated there, she was technically a virgin 
and could take such orders without any hypocrisy or deceit. 

Chastity didn't seem too pleased by her sister's decision and 
had even tried to persuade Une to intercede. 

"I can't bear the thought of having a nun for a sister," she 
complained. 

Une, however, had a longer view on this. The point is to 
keep looking. Not to find. To join a holy order is not the 
last step of a journey of discovery, but possibly just the 
first step of a new journey within a particular frame.

"Fuck that!" Chastity snorted uncharitably. "The sooner 
my sister returns to her senses the better!"





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