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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Thirty Five (35/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 35 of 36
Keywords: HF 
Short Summary: Dodie edits a magazine dedicated to Innocence.
 

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 and Dodie are living together in the city of Congress. 



Chapter Thirty Five
===================


In Which Innocence is exposed to the world and the world 
learns to love Innocence.



Innocence had never known before what it was like to be 
so wealthy. Thanks to Leon's expert negotiating skills, 
Innocence had the relatively uncommon advantage of 
earning a percentage from the sex films she was 
performing in, and as the demand for them grew, so did 
Innocence's wealth. She and Dodie were able to put enough 
money by to put down a mortgage on a flat in Congress 
and still live a life of luxury she'd only ever dreamt of 
before. If she wanted to buy something, she just paid for it. 
And in the meantime, her bank balance just continued to 
grow and grow.

It was Dodie who suggested that they increase their wealth 
by a more merciless exploitation of Innocence's fame. She 
carefully examined the source of her lover's revenue and it 
was clear to her that a growing proportion of it came 
from giving publishing rights to magazines to print stills 
from her films and the even bigger proceeds that came 
whenever she agreed to pose exclusively for a publication.

"You know," she said as the two girls lay in bed after more 
passionate lovemaking, globules of semen still dripping 
down her neck and resting on her chin. "I've put all our 
accounts on a spreadsheet and nearly a third of the income 
is now coming from magazines. And another third is coming 
from all those sponsorship deals we get from you advertising. 
That one for condoms made us nearly twenty grand, and it 
only took two hours to make."

Innocence smiled, as she stroked her penis as it flopped 
over her thigh, with a small stream of thin semen 
persistently emerging from between the folds of the 
foreskin. "I used to think that I was cursed. Now, I think 
I'm blessed."

"I've been thinking," continued Dodie excitedly, taking 
Innocence's penis in her hand and stroking its smooth 
damp length. "Why do other people have to profit from 
your fame? We've got the contacts and we've got the 
resources. We can start our own magazine. Just featuring 
you and whoever you want to make love to. We can make 
sure that all the proceeds go to you and you wouldn't have 
to make love to people you weren't sure about..."

Innocence reflected on some of her recent photo 
opportunities. The man with the enormous prick who 
didn't listen when Innocence asked him to not put all of 
it in her arse. The fat girl with bad breath she had to kiss 
for what seemed hours while the photographer positioned 
her to get just the right light from the rays of sunshine 
penetrating through the forest canopy where they were being 
filmed. The two men who only wanted to fuck her and 
didn't want her to fuck them. A bit more editorial control 
sounded like a very good idea.

"We can call the magazine 'Innocence', and we can even 
start a web site to promote it. We might even make more 
money on the net than we'd do publishing. What do you 
think?"

Innocence's prick began to stir: a sure sign that the idea 
interested her. "And we could have you in the magazine, 
Dodie. I know you love writing. And I know you love sex. 
We could make love together and with our friends." She 
rolled over and faced Dodie more intimately. She brought 
her face close to her lover's. "We could fuck as we like, as 
we always do, be filmed doing it and make money. Oh! 
Dodie! With you, it would be so perfect. I'll do it but only 
if you agree to be the editor." She placed her mouth onto 
Dodie's and kissed her briefly. "Oh please say yes!"

"Yes!" gasped Dodie, as Innocence's hand groped for the 
long hairs of her vagina and her fingers explored its 
moistness. "Yes! Yes!" she continued, taking Innocence's 
now erect penis in her hand and feeling its stiff warmth, the 
glans becoming more prominent and purple. "Yes! Yes! 
Yes!" she repeated as Innocence's penis slid easily into the 
moist bath of vaginal fluid and the two girls recommenced 
grappling together on the enormous double bed that 
dominated their bedroom. She loved Innocence's body and 
she loved her penis as it thrust harder and harder against 
her crotch, the muscles inside her gripping and relaxing on 
the pounding length of penis which fit so easily and readily 
inside her.

It was not at all difficult to get the magazine started. Leon 
helped with the capital and the photographers that 
Innocence had most enjoyed working with were all eager to 
help. The design of Innocence, the magazine, could not 
have been simpler. It featured Innocence on the cover with 
the obligatory erection (and the occasional droplet of 
semen) and contained two or three custom-filmed photo 
shots. In these she might pose naked or be photographed 
making love to one or many women, and occasionally men. 
Undeniably, it was women whom Innocence preferred to 
make love with and most of all with Dodie who, a little 
reluctantly, agreed to appear in the required capacity. It 
wasn't the sex that Dodie objected to; it was the fear that 
her individual character was being absorbed into the 
role of being Innocence's lover. Although she didn't object 
to being her lover, she still felt that she was not a porn star, 
and even if she were, not as someone who would only 
enjoy sex with Innocence.

The first edition sold out promptly and rather faster than 
either girl had expected. The appetite for a beautiful 
woman with a fully functioning penis was greater than 
even Dodie had expected. More copies had to be run off 
and the printer was soon overwhelmed by the demand 
(which necessarily had an adverse impact on her ability to 
fulfil her commitments to other publications). Dodie, 
however, was not as happy with the contents as she'd at 
first thought.

"The pictures are great," she explained. "And you're as 
beautiful as ever. And even I don't look as awkward as I'd 
thought." She glanced at the open pages in front of her 
where Innocence's penis was deep inside her anus, while 
another girl who they'd employed for the shoot was 
greedily exchanging tongues with her. "It's the rest of the 
magazine. There's my coy editorial, where I just talk about 
your movies and the videos. There's the text with the 
pictures which is really naff, even though it was me that 
wrote them. There are a few stills from your last movie and 
a couple from that one you filmed on the beach and hasn't 
been released yet. But it just doesn't satisfy me."

"But what about all those advertisements we got," 
protested Innocence. "And only one of them came from 
Leon. And there are only two or three for the movies I was 
in. At least we're getting interest there. And we've already 
got enough advertisements for the next edition, not 
counting all those personal ads which are  coming in. What 
more do you want, Dodie? This is after all a sex magazine!"

"I know! I know!" replied Dodie, shaking her head. "And 
yes, the ads are quite imaginative. I'm glad we've got that 
ad for pubic hair conditioner and that one for the Brook 
Tourist Board. But I just feel it's not artistic enough. It's 
just crude sex. Sex with you, but crude nonetheless. I want 
to edit something from which I get some artistic 
satisfaction."

"You're the editor!" smiled Innocence. "You can do what 
you like! You know I'd support you in whatever you 
decided to do."

Dodie grinned and greedily took Innocence's penis in her 
mouth. Using the skill gained from frequent practice, 
Innocence's penis slid easily over her tongue and down her 
throat where it tickled on her tonsils. She slid her head 
backwards and forwards until Innocence erupted in come 
which exploded through Dodie's nostrils and nearly choked 
her. She quickly withdrew its erect length and gagged 
uncontrollably. Although she was in obvious distress she 
was just as clearly in near ecstasy. "Oh! Innocence! I love 
you so much!" she finally exclaimed.

Dodie worked hard at making Innocence the sort of 
magazine she wanted it to be. Along with the photo shoots 
and the film stills, she incorporated commissioned 
illustrations and employed the services of writers she 
knew or admired. The front cover was a more artistic 
portrait of Innocence Dodie had persuaded an artist to do 
on the basis of his extensive catalogue of illustrations. 
It featured Innocence's penis exploding in semen and 
splattering onto loosely draped clothes which artfully 
succeeded in obscuring none of Innocence's beautiful 
breasts and emphasised the curves of her body.

There were articles and even a poem about Innocence 
scattered about the hundred or so glossy pages of the 
magazine, all tastefully illustrated by photographs and 
drawings of the girl. Her penis was shown in close up, in 
erect poise and also in more flaccid relaxed poses. In some 
pictures, her breasts were artificially enhanced by computer 
graphics to be even more prominent than they really were; 
and the same artistry put her in environments she had 
never, or could never, have been to. There was Innocence 
on the Moon. Innocence deep beneath the sea, swimming 
with the dolphins. Innocence naked on the beach. But not 
many of Innocence having sex and the only series of 
photographs where this happened featured her with Dodie 
high in the glaciated mountains of Brook where they  
first met.

"It's my tribute to our love," Dodie explained.

However, not all the magazine featured Innocence. There 
were stories written by such as Honore L'Oeuf and Cheval 
Blanc which had not even the slightest pretence of 
concerning Innocence or her amours. Dodie had used her 
editorial discrimination to choose stories in which she felt 
there was strong characterisation, stories where the sex 
although central to the plot was not the subject of sole 
interest. Dodie knew that sex was not something that could 
be left out of the magazine, but she hoped that readers of 
Innocence would appreciate that too much sex would 
become boring without a context and sympathetically 
drawn participants. She believed that fictional accounts of 
raw sex could so easily otherwise become purely 
gynaecological and even mechanical.

The day of publication finally came after many delays and 
many hours spent overseeing the layout and presentation. 
Dodie considered that no details of font or colour scheme 
were too trivial to be left to chance. The positioning of the 
illustrations, the wording of the headings, the text of the 
editorial, the use of precise and syntactically correct 
English: all these needed attention, nurturing and even 
love. Dodie squeezed Innocence's hand as the first 
magazine was glued together and lay in front of them on 
the table.

"Oh, Dodie," sighed Innocence. "I really don't deserve 
showcasing of such quality. I'm only an ordinary girl? 
Well, not that ordinary," she admitted, stroking her penis 
which dangled free beneath her dress, "but there must be 
many who deserve this far more than me."

"Nonsense!" said Dodie, kissing her lover full on the 
mouth and enjoying the warm tingle of her lips and the 
faint brush of her warm breath against her cheek. "You are 
the love of my life, and you deserve the very best I can give 
you."

Alas, however, the sales of this edition of Innocence 
were very disappointing. True, they were still very good 
compared to the sales of many of the competitors, and was 
stocked as widely on as many top shelves as them. The 
publishing figures spoke for themselves, and unfortunately 
they were unambiguous. The glossy established sex 
magazines such as Focus, Scenic, Astra, Polo and 
Boxter were way ahead on the sales charts, whereas the 
last edition had outsold all of them except Cavalier (which 
would have been a terrific triumph considering its 
phenomenal marketing budget and its ubiquitous 
presence).

This was disappointing enough for Dodie, but even more 
upsetting for her was the mail which she received. Much of 
the mail was complimentary. It expressed delight in the 
high standard of presentation, the depth and maturity of the 
text, and the artistic quality in the illustrations. Many 
letters began with the words 'I do not normally buy 
pornographic magazines, but...' or 'It was a 
pleasure to find amongst the usually sordid 
pornographic press, a publication which...' or 'I 
have never before felt the need to write a 
letter of compliment to a pornographic 
magazine...' These letters clearly came from an audience in 
tune with Dodie's aesthetic tastes and artistic ambitions. 

However, the majority of letters Innocence and Dodie 
received were far less complimentary. Many were even 
abusive. They complained that there wasn't enough sex. 
That what sex there was did not present the scenes of anal 
intercourse, facial come-shots and group sex to which the 
readership had become accustomed. One more thoughtful 
critic confessed that in his opinion a photographic series 
without double entry penetration was simply not what he 
expected while masturbating. His final shakes of the wrist 
were over art rather than come-shots and he had produced 
a very disappointing volume of semen. It was clear that he, 
and many other readers, felt cheated that their wanking was 
on tame material and that no perversion was explored 
except indirectly.

Dodie became very depressed. She stayed in bed almost all 
day, and refused to leave the flat. She obsessively read and 
re-read the letters she'd received and compared each letter 
with the copies of the magazine that littered the house. 
Sometimes, she would read only the abusive letters, as if 
she were rubbing a sore scab, and would cry softly and 
sadly to herself. Sometimes, she got angry and would 
throw the magazine violently against the wall and shout her 
own abuse. Sometimes, she would read just the 
complimentary letters and smile. She had her favourites 
which she would return to again and again, getting comfort 
from the praise they contained. She would even mouth 
some of the more complimentary phrases to herself as if 
trying to persuade herself that because they were said, they 
must be true.

Distressingly for Innocence, who loved Dodie so dearly, 
their sex life suffered too. Dodie hardly ever initiated any 
lovemaking and when the two made love together it had 
very little passion. Innocence guessed that it was comfort 
that Dodie wanted, but it made her feel guilty that the 
passion she was getting these days was from her other 
friends and from those with whom she had sex on a 
professional basis. It did not help Innocence that 
preparation needed to be made for the next edition of 
Innocence and that it became increasingly unlikely that 
Dodie would be the one to edit it. It was a subject 
Innocence was very reluctant to discuss with Dodie. 

However, Leon, the publisher, had a business to run. The 
printer was eager to use the extra capacity she had made 
available to the publication. The distributors were eager to 
know when to expect delivery. And it was clear to 
Innocence that she had responsibilities and duties to other 
people than Dodie. Not least of which being her loyal fans, 
who were beginning to show their impatience on the many 
web-sites (official or otherwise) that were dedicated to her. 
What could she do?

In a way she was grateful, but also devastated when it was 
Dodie, and not she, who resolved the issue. Innocence 
came home after a day's tiring filming, her arse sore from 
countless penetrations, her penis red raw from 
penetrating arses, vaginas and mouths, and bruises along 
the insides of her thighs. What she was really looking 
forward to was a long relaxing bath in luxurious scented 
bath gel with soothing music to distract her mind. What 
she found was Dodie sitting in the living room where she'd 
been waiting for her, with her bags packed and dressed 
ready to go. This meant a tweed jacket, rubber-soled boots 
and the long hairs of her vagina shampooed and glistening 
between her bare uncovered thighs.

Dodie looked up with a start and it was clear to Innocence 
that she had been weeping. When she spoke, her voice 
sounded slightly throttled and words came from her 
unsteadily and in slight gasps. "I'm leaving," she 
announced. "You'll need to find another editor for 
Innocence. I'm obviously not the right person for it."

Innocence didn't want to announce that she already knew 
several people recommended by Leon who were more than 
eager and able to do the task and that had not really 
been the source of her anxiety. 

"Don't leave," Innocence said as firmly as she could. 
"Please don't leave! I know it's been hard on you this 
last month or so. But it's you I love. Not you as an 
editor. But you!"

Dodie smiled. "Is that true?" she asked. She looked as if 
she was wavering and she appeared to waver the more as 
Innocence let her dress slip down off her shoulders and 
drop to her ankles, revealing her bronzed female contours, 
her splendid breasts, and, of course, the slightly 
tumescent penis which so defined her. "But, Innocence, I 
can't stay. I've thought about it for so long. And it's 
not just that I've failed you. It's... it's... I need the 
break. Maybe I'll come back. But I know you'll find another 
lover. And... and... and I know I'll find one too. Not 
perhaps one as beautiful, or as special as you. You know it. 
But, it has to happen. I have to leave. I think I shall work as 
an editor for a different kind of magazine. It may be a sex 
magazine, but it won't be a fan magazine..."

"You can do that and stay here," pleaded Innocence.

"No, I've learnt my lesson. Whatever skills I have are not 
as editor of Innocence. I don't know what it will be. But 
I'll find it. I love you, Innocence. I will always love you. 
You will always be the one most true love of my life. But 
to spend the rest of our lives together. That wasn't to be."

She stood up and walked slowly towards Innocence, tears 
streaming down her cheeks. She kissed Innocence on the 
mouth. She kissed Innocence on the breasts. And then she 
lowered herself to her knees, and kissed Innocence on the 
penis which stirred significantly from the tender touch of 
her lips. 

Then without a word, she picked up her bags, and walked 
out of the front door, the cheeks of her arse and a few stray 
hairs from her crotch on display. She turned around and 
blew her erstwhile lover a kiss on the air and then departed. 
The door slammed abruptly behind her and her key rested 
forlorn on the table by the door.

It seemed to Innocence that the kiss hovered in the air for 
several minutes as she stood helpless, stunned and 
paralysed by emotion. She looked around the flat which 
now seemed empty and barren without Dodie. On an 
impulse, she got dressed and rushed out to catch Dodie in 
the hope of persuading her to stay. But it was too late. 
There was no sign of Dodie in the street and no clue as to 
where she had gone. The only comfort left to Innocence 
now was the long awaited bath and the warmth of her own 
tears.




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