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Subject: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty (20/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFFf)
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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty (20/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFFf)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 20 of 36
Keywords: HFFf 
Short Summary: Innocence lives with Twelve in the city of Congress.

Innocence Lost
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Resume of whole novel
=====================

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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Innocence has abandoned her sister, Chastity. 



Chapter Twenty
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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 had 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 might 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.

"I can't do this! It's not right!" 

"It is, if it's right for her!" insisted Honore, as Innocence's 
penis thrust deeper and deeper into the child's vagina 
which betrayed its virginity with a release of blood and a 
few cries of pain. "Six won't be the first little girl whose 
loss of virginity I've supervised." She regarded Innocence's 
penis as it released semen over the child's smooth skin. 
"Now back inside me!" she ordered, taking the penis before 
it was finished and, with an agility even Twelve thought 
impossible for one with such large encumbrances, swivelled 
her body round to impale herself again on the length of it, 
her enormous breasts hanging to either side of her relatively 
flat stomach.



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