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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Eight (8/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 8 of 36
Keywords: HF
Short Summary: Innocence joins a commune.

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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Innocence has decided to leave Holy Orders and join a commune.



Chapter Eight
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In Which Innocence is found in a Vegan Commune; and 
gains profit by untrammelled display to an unknown 
public;  and in which Dodie discovers Innocence in the 
cool mountain air.



Innocence made the journey to Brook by train, waving 
goodbye to her sister and Kedi and wearing the clothes she 
thought best suited her destination. These were a pair of 
baggy shorts, sandals and little else except for the rucksack 
she had over her shoulders. She had decided that the 
clothes of her sister's district were not really appropriate. 
The train eventually surfaced in Brook and she 
disembarked at the town of Sauterelle. She didn't know 
anyone in Brook except her former lover, Purity, and she 
thought it would be best to stay with her.

She didn't really know where to go when she arrived in the 
town - it was much larger than Divin and there were no 
signposts pointing to Purity's commune. She humped her 
rucksack over her back and wandered through the streets of 
thronging bare flesh forever glancing around in the hope of 
seeing Purity's distinctive dark skin. Purity had given her 
some very sketchy directions but they didn't seem at all 
adequate as she paused by a street map just outside a 
municipal building. She felt curiously conservative in a 
town where almost all younger people were thoroughly 
naked and she could compare her own hidden endowments 
with those of all the men there. However, the street map 
was of some assistance and she established that the way to 
Purity's commune was several miles away. After a lot of 
questioning and searching around, she eventually found a 
bus which took her within two miles of the commune from 
which she could walk. 

She had curiously romantic views of what Purity's 
commune would be like. She did not expect it to be in such 
a very rundown farmhouse. Just outside, sitting in the sun, 
were a naked couple in the distinctive unkempt appearance 
that Purity had expected: the man with a long untidy beard 
obscuring what little of his face was not already covered by 
his long hair and the woman's face similarly hidden by her 
long curtains of hair. Innocence introduced herself to them. 

"I'm looking for my friend Purity," she explained. 

"Purity," mused the woman pushing a curtain of hair to one 
side revealing a long nipple on a tiny breast. "I don't think 
she's here at the moment. She's always going off all 
over the place, isn't she?" 

"Yes," agreed the man. "She's always travelling. I don't 
think she's decided what she wants from Brook." 

Seeing how disappointed Innocence was with her friend 
not there and discovering that she really didn't have 
alternative accommodation, the couple said that she could 
stay at least until the evening when the commune could 
discuss if she could stay longer. All decisions affecting the 
commune had to be decided communally and there were 
meetings every night for several hours concerning the 
issues involved. "I think we spend more time talking about 
what we can do than actually doing it!" remarked the man. 

While Innocence waited for the evening meeting to start, 
she was introduced to other people of the commune. 
Everyone had let their hair grow freely, wherever there was 
hair to grow, and Innocence felt very odd with only the 
stubble of hair on her head which made her look thin and 
slightly malnourished. They also wore no clothes at all - 
not even robes or jewellery or shoes - making Innocence 
feel even more distinct from her company. Not only 
was there an attitude of naturalness in how people 
appeared, there was a total openness about their sexual 
behaviour. Several couples or groups of more than two 
were indulging in sex when Innocence first met them, and 
there was no attempt to stop for Innocence's sake. The man 
would continue fucking away while chatting, totally 
unembarrassed about it and totally unconcerned about any 
sensitivity Innocence might have. 

Innocence joined in the communal dinner which was a kind 
of amorphous mush of boiled vegetables which tasted 
overcooked and rather too spicy. There was no crockery or 
cutlery used and Innocence had to dip her hand into a large 
mound of tepid mush to take handfuls of the food and then 
direct into her mouth what little of it didn't immediately 
fall onto either the floor or onto her breasts. She began to 
appreciate the lack of clothes as a way of keeping the 
laundry duties low. 

Eventually, and in a somewhat chaotic way, the meal 
evolved into the communal meeting she'd been told about. 
She sat through what seemed to her a very tedious 
discussion between at most three of the twenty or so people 
gathered there concerning the political and moral 
perspectives regarding fairly mundane things such as a shit 
rota, the division of shared spaces for the benefit 
of women's freedom from male oppression and the need to 
demarcate the commune from the road by some kind of a 
sign. Almost all the discussions were unresolved and there 
were no votes taken. One of the people who did most of 
the talking had a habit of wandering well off any subject of 
general interest to such subjects as her personal 
relationships and her unsympathetic views on people who 
wore wool or silk.  

Innocence tried hard to appear as interested in the 
discussion as she felt she ought to be, but she felt rather 
disorientated and focused on the joints that were being 
passed around and had more than once lost touch of what 
the actual topic of discussion was supposed to be. It, 
therefore, came as a bit of a surprise to become aware that 
she was now the subject of conversation and that a man 
with only a nose visible through the black and grey hair of 
his face was trying to attract her attention. 

"Do you agree or not, sister?" he was asking. 

Sister? wondered Innocence, thinking for a moment they 
must have thought she was still a nun, but then 
remembered that everyone addressed each other as sister or 
brother. 

"With what?" 

"You can stay in the commune for as long as you help with 
the chores and preparing the food," prompted a man near 
her whose attempts at growing a beard had resulted in only 
a few sorry black wispy strands. 

"And that you take off those disgusting clothes!" snorted 
a rather fat woman with a rather large and furry birthmark 
on her thigh. 

Innocence didn't feel able to argue in her marijuana-
induced haze, so against her normal inclination she took 
off her shorts and knickers and stood up shakily feeling a 
little ridiculous. Her penis dangled down with no feeling, 
but attracting a great deal of attention. 

"I agree with everything you say," she said in a voice that 
sounded rather incoherent and wobbly. 

"Are you a brother or a sister?" asked one of the main 
speakers. 

"What a sexist question!" immediately snapped another. 

"Gender is not important!" agreed another. 

The meeting degenerated into a fervent argument - with 
everyone in agreement - that Innocence's gender was not a 
subject of discussion, dispute or voyeurism, while it was 
quite clear to Innocence, as she slowly lowered herself 
onto a bean bag, that she was the subject of all these things. 
She sadly picked up her shorts and knickers and hesitated 
over putting them back on again, but decided rather to pack 
them hastily into her rucksack which was resting just 
behind her.  

"Don't worry about it, sister," said one man with a wispy 
pale goatee and long pale hair. "You're accepted into the 
commune." 

"Am I?" wondered Innocence slowly stroking her penis and 
watching with a kind of disinterested fascination as it 
falteringly got larger. 

She noticed as she masturbated herself that she 
was watched with rather the same fascination as an animal 
in a zoo, and nobody took the opportunity to join her. She 
felt quite lonely as she came into her hands and allowed the 
semen to trickle through her fingers and onto the floor. 
Before long her consciousness left her and she collapsed on 
the floor by her own little stain and amongst the spillage of 
her dinner. All around her the meeting continued, 
apparently regardless, concerning matters of awesome 
triviality, which made staying awake 
inconceivably difficult. 

The commune seemed to be divided into a majority whose 
work was concentrated entirely on the running of the 
commune and felt a certain satisfaction in their separatism 
from the outside world and those whose contribution to the 
commune was to bring in the money they earned by 
working. Perhaps because Innocence had never adopted the 
commune by choice, she felt more sympathy with those in 
the latter category. One of these was Bouche, a girl who 
didn't even pretend to have no interest in Innocence's penis 
but spent rather a lot of time admiring and discussing it. To 
Innocence this actually felt better than the company of 
most of the others who so studiously averted their attention 
from her most prominent feature in a way that made 
Innocence feel actually rather more self-conscious and 
embarrassed. Most people in the commune, however, 
avoided contact with her altogether.

Bouche was a petite girl with tiny breasts that were mostly 
nipple and very girlish hips. Like all the girls in the 
commune, she didn't believe in even the ostentation of a 
ribbon in her hair but she did nonetheless plait her hair. 
This meant that her face shone out rather than being 
obscured by either a curtain or a mound of hair. She made 
her living, Innocence was intrigued to find, in a 
photographic studio. 

"Are you a model?" Innocence wondered.

"No, not at all," laughed Bouche. "I don't think I've got 
quite the right figure or features. And, anyway, I'd have to 
shave my legs and get my hair styled to do that." 

What Bouche did, Innocence discovered, was to fellate the 
male models who posed for the studio. There wasn't much 
of a demand for just nude models in the newspapers and 
magazines of Brook as nudity was so widely visible, but 
the demand for erotic or pornographic photographs was in 
no way diminished because of that. What she did was help 
at the studio by stimulating the penises of the male models 
so that they were fully erect for the photographs that would 
appear in women's magazines or newspapers. This 
inevitably included semen shots, but these weren't always 
used. 

"It's not always very photogenic," Bouche explained. 

A lot of people in the commune disapproved of Bouche's 
source of income, but it didn't bother her. "They say it's 
sexual exploitation and I'm contributing to it. But I'm not 
the one being photographed and it's not like proper sex, not 
like real pornography. And besides I enjoy it. I can give 
several dozen blow jobs in a day. And I've become an 
expert." She smiled indulgently at Innocence. "Here. Let 
me demonstrate."

Innocence didn't mind as Bouche took her penis into her 
hand and then with a mixture of caressing with her fingers, 
licking with her tongue and manipulating her lips, throat 
and teeth, bring it to a very full erection. 

"The art of my work," explained Bouche when Innocence's 
penis was as engorged as it had ever been, "is to bring the 
penis to its maximum point and to hold it there for as long 
a time as possible. And, my! You certainly are splendidly 
endowed!"

Innocence also needed to earn some money. Her sister's 
generosity was not sufficient for Innocence to stay in 
Brook for very long, and she didn't feel too enthusiastic 
about spending her time emptying latrines, preparing stews 
and attending the interminable meetings. There was no 
evidence of Purity returning yet, and Innocence felt she'd 
rather see a little more of Brook than just Sauterelle. She'd 
heard, for instance, of the snow-covered mountains of Les 
Grandes Petites, and wanted the opportunity to visit them. 
Bouche appreciated that and suggested to Innocence that 
she pose for her photographic studio. "They mostly only 
photograph men, but I'm sure they'd make an exception in 
your case. And because you're so (let's face it!) unusual 
you'll probably get paid a better rate."

Innocence had more than a few reservations about being 
photographed by strangers and then to be viewed by many 
more strangers in their magazines and journals, but Bouche 
persuaded her that there really wasn't any pain involved. 

"You don't have to spend more than a couple of hours in 
the studio. And it'll be more than worth your while." 

Innocence walked with Bouche into the town of Sauterelle, 
feeling really very embarrassed with her penis dangling 
between her legs. She hated the attention it attracted as she 
walked by - some of it shock, some of it persistent 
curiosity and some of it people simply turning their heads 
to have a second look. She felt she'd been right to keep her 
assets well-hidden and resolved to return to wearing her 
shorts when she'd left the commune to see the rest of 
Brook. It sometimes occurred to her that one of the other 
reasons she was attracting attention was because of the 
extreme shortness of her hair which was still only a few 
days' growth.

The photographic studio was just above a shop in one of 
the main streets in Sauterelle and very well equipped in 
technical equipment. She didn't know the names of even a 
fraction of the machines she could see but nonetheless they 
were very impressive. The photographer was a small gay 
man who wore a beret over his shoulder-length hair and 
had a ring pierced through the foreskin of his long thin 
penis. He had a curious habit of tweaking and stroking his 
penis as he spoke but it gave no sign of having an 
independent life.

"So you're Innocence," the photographer smiled. "You even 
exceed the description Bouche gave me of you! I really 
must take advantage of your kind offer. I've already 
cancelled two other engagements. And if need be I'll cancel 
more." He took Innocence's balls in his hand and gently 
bounced them up and down as if weighing them. "And 
you're so very beautiful!" 

The rest of the session took place in a room at the back 
involving a bewildering array of backdrops and in which 
countless lamps and cameras were pointed at Innocence. 
The pattern of each session was much the same - and the 
photographer insisted on several of these for which he 
offered ever more tempting sums of money. The 
photographer and Bouche chatted with Innocence on 
subjects of bizarre inconsequentiality, such as the weather, 
the football league or the design of a neighbour's shop-
front. All the time, Bouche would stroke her penis and 
occasionally take it into her mouth as if waiting for a time 
when it was ready. Then, as if an invisible and inaudible 
signal had been transmitted, Bouche would start getting 
more energetic with her fellatio and the photographer 
would move towards his cameras talking all the time, but 
interjecting his patter with comments such as "That's 
right!", "You're doing fine!" and "It's coming on now!" As 
this happened, Bouche's skilled attention caused her penis 
to engorge to that almost bursting extent she'd succeeded in 
achieving at the commune.

Then Bouche would disengage her mouth and hands from 
Innocence's penis, but not her eyes, which she kept focused 
on Innocence's eyes in a way that communicated love, 
concern and encouragement. Innocence could see Bouche's 
value to the photographer as she stayed under the gaze of 
the photographer's rapidly shuttering camera with an erect 
penis that seemed to have lost all memory of what it was 
like to be small. It stayed erect for what seemed like 
forever, while the photographer coaxed Innocence into 
different sitting and standing poses with a variety of 
backdrops he selected. Some of these backdrops featured 
bedrooms or other rooms in a house. Some of these were 
outside scenes of mountains, lakes or cities. Others were 
completely surreal - such as outer space, mythical countries 
or prehistoric environments. Sometimes Innocence would 
be asked to hold her penis forward in some triumphant 
pose. Sometimes to put a hand behind her stubbled head 
with a coy smile. Sometimes she was asked to put a finger 
in her anus and then to put it to her mouth or nose. 
Occasionally, Bouche would intervene to give Innocence's 
penis a little stroke or even to put the glans in her mouth to 
keep her member in a sufficient state of excitement.

The session would end, again decided by Bouche's and the 
photographer's experienced skill, with Bouche exciting 
Innocence's penis exactly to the point of coming and then 
Bouche would disappear out of camera shot as Innocence 
masturbated off the drops of semen that she could squeeze 
out of her. At this stage the photographer would come very 
close to the top of Innocence's penis to make sure of 
capturing the moment each stream of semen came free of 
her penis and spurt forth.

After each session, Innocence felt no less exhausted than 
Bouche and the photographer seemed to be, and quite 
happily collapsed on the bed that was made available with 
Bouche on one side and the photographer on the other, who 
recommenced his comforting prattle. Innocence felt 
somehow better for attracting so much attention to her 
body, but also felt that this wasn't an experience she'd like 
to repeat for a long time. Her balls ached in a curious way 
and there was a very strong and rich smell given off by her 
genitals.

However, Innocence was delighted by the cash she 
received at the end of her day. It was far more than she'd 
expected and more than enough for her to leave the 
commune at Sauterelle and see Les Grandes Petites. That 
evening, when she headed back to her hammock at the 
commune after eating a hamburger and chips at a take-
away, in preference to the lentil and bean mush she'd 
otherwise have to eat, she resolved to leave the following 
day unless Purity appeared.

And as Purity was as far away as ever, Innocence found 
herself several days later walking up the mountain passes 
of Les Grandes Petites. It was wonderful to get away from 
people! exclaimed Innocence to herself. It was a warm day, 
but even so she could feel a little cool draught coming 
down from the snowy peaks. She wore only the boots she'd 
bought at a mountaineering shop at the nearest resort and 
the rucksack over her shoulders in which she kept her other 
clothes, a flask of coffee and some sandwiches. It was 
with relief about a half hour earlier that she'd decided 
she was sufficiently isolated from anyone's curiosity to 
abandon the shorts she'd returned to wearing all the time 
since she'd left the commune at Sauterelle. It was curious 
to Innocence how her present nudity seemed to differ from 
that of the commune where it had almost been a religion 
rather than a preference. She wasn't too sorry to leave the 
commune, its tasteless food and uncomfortable sleeping 
arrangements, its overwhelming smell of body odour and 
bad breath. But it was with sadness that she'd left Bouche 
and she hoped that when she'd return that Purity would be 
there.

The mountains were beautiful. She always felt she was 
coming to the top of them but each time she reached the 
top of a ridge there was always another much larger one 
looming over it. Sometimes she paused and sat on the 
coarse grass which intermingled with her pubic hairs 
watching the view of Brook stretching out beneath her with 
the inhabitants looking like tiny insects and their towns 
like insect nests. Occasionally, she paused that little bit 
longer to eat a ration of sandwiches, to read her guide book 
or simply to lie on her back in the sun-warmed 
stubbly grass and allow the sun to bake her breasts and 
groin. Perhaps, she thought, I'll lose all evidence of the 
whiteness that marks where I've worn my shorts.

The guide book she had was one which Bouche had lent 
her and was written by someone who had an ideological 
perspective on everything. Innocence found it a bit 
annoying that there seemed to be nothing about Brook and 
its landscape that didn't have a history of political struggle 
or a contemporary ideological resonance associated with it. 

After a while, Innocence reached the object of her walk, 
which was to reach the glacier that marked the lowest 
altitude at which she could expect to meet snow. She 
walked up to the glacier and then gingerly trod into the 
crunchy slightly thawing snow. She felt the coolness of it 
on her ankles just over her boots. Then suddenly, with a 
curious passion and impulsiveness she threw herself bodily 
into the white crisp snow so she could feel it against her 
skin. She luxuriated in the snow as she rolled around in it, 
dripped it over her breasts and packed it against her groin. 
Her penis responded to the cold by shrivelling to ever such 
a tiny size. She felt it with her fingers. It was 
curiously warm as a contrast to the ice in which it had been 
dripped. This contrast was enough to stimulate it and soon 
her penis was as large as it had previously been small and 
she started unselfconsciously masturbating with her knees 
sinking in the snow.

Not totally unselfconsciously though, as she suddenly 
noticed someone also with extremely short hair watching 
her from a rock just to the edge of the glacier. At first 
Innocence thought this might be some kind of mirage and 
she was looking at a mirror reflection of herself, as women 
with such very short hair were rather unusual in Brook 
unless they were nuns. But this girl had a very skinny body 
with tiny breasts just like Bouche.

"Don't stop!" pleaded the girl when she noticed that 
Innocence had spotted her. "I've really enjoyed watching 
you! And you've got such a wonderful dick!"

Well really! thought Innocence. She wasn't masturbating 
for this woman's pleasure. Crossly Innocence picked 
herself up and waded through the snow away from her 
partially melted patch towards where she'd left her 
rucksack.

"Don't go! Please!" pleaded the girl standing up. 

She, like Innocence, was wearing only boots and a 
rucksack, but there was a glimmer shining from her crotch 
and nipples that really didn't seem very natural. Innocence 
paused briefly, but then continued. Why did her days of 
solitude have to be disturbed so?

"You're Innocence aren't you!" Shouted the girl. "I've heard 
so much about you!"

Innocence started. How did this total stranger know her? 
Was it those photographs she'd had taken of her? Had her 
freakish fame spread so far? The girl ran towards her, and 
Innocence could see further glimmerings from the brilliant 
sun through the ice-blue sky reflecting from what she could 
now identify as body jewellery. And such a lot of it! Her 
ears seemed to be a mass of earrings. A ring through her 
nose. Great round rings through her nipples and a 
collection of shiny gold and silver metal attached around 
her groin. A woman clothed only in precious metal.

"I'm a friend of Mouse's!" announced the girl. "My name's 
Dodie! I knew you were in Brook. Your sister told Mouse 
about you leaving. I never expected to see you though! And 
you do have the most wonderful prick!" 

Innocence stood by her rucksack on the grass looking 
bemusedly as Dodie herself stepped out of the snow and 
her brilliantly edged shadow obscured the few flowers 
surrounded by melted snow. 

"It's beautiful! I must touch it!" gasped Dodie, coming to 
within feet of Innocence. Dodie reached out her hand and 
took the round mass of Innocence's testicles in her palm. "It 
feels so firm and sure! You must be the luckiest girl in the 
world!"

Innocence wasn't sure that she felt like that, but she 
settled down in the grass next to Dodie and allowed her to 
put her arms around her and to caress her breasts and 
stimulate her penis. She'd had so many hands caress her 
that she somehow didn't mind a couple more, even from 
someone who only knew her by report and whom she'd 
never heard of before.

"You've got Cafard's classic guidebook!" exclaimed 
Dodie, suddenly taking one hand off Innocence's penis and 
reaching for the guidebook Bouche had lent her which was 
lying just by Innocence's sandwiches. "How wonderful! 
And I didn't know you were at all political! But then 
Mouse wouldn't know would she!"

Innocence reflected on the truth of that - Mouse hadn't 
the slightest interest in political, social or ethical 
matters. However, Innocence wasn't especially marked for 
her political interests either. 

"It's not mine, I'm afraid! I'm borrowing it!"

 "Don't you find it puts Brook into perspective though?" 
remarked Dodie detaching her other hand from Innocence's 
left breast and used it to support the book on her lap. 
Innocence felt slightly discarded by this sudden change of 
Dodie's attention. Her attention was focused on the 
rings and studs embellishing Dodie's groin and hidden 
tantalisingly within the bush of her pubic hair. "People 
think of Brook as just being some kind of naturist holiday 
resort. A place where you can take your clothes off and 
fuck in public. But it's so much more than that! It's a whole 
history of political struggle for freedom. A struggle to 
retain its own distinctive identity in an unsympathetic 
nation."

Innocence's mind wandered as Dodie concentrated her 
thoughts on politics, and she let her gaze return to the hills. 
The political struggle wasn't there at the moment, she 
thought. What there was was the swerve and sweep of 
swifts, the song of birds hidden in trees, the ticking of 
cicadas in the distance and the shadows of the mountains 
etched against the deep blue of the sky. She gradually 
became aware of hands attaching themselves to her thighs. 
She looked down to see Dodie, who had taken off 
her boots, kneeling in front of her, resting a hand on each 
of her thighs, looking imploringly up at her.

"May I?" Dodie asked in a curiously submerged voice 
glancing pointedly at Innocence's penis. Innocence nodded. 
She stayed transfixed by the view while Dodie's mouth 
engaged itself on Innocence's penis with a passion that 
she'd not experienced since she'd last made love to Mouse. 
Dodie wasn't as technically proficient at fellatio as Bouche, 
but there was no doubting her passion or the joy in which 
she licked up the semen that eventually came pumping 
forth and threatened to stain the scenery.





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