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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Eighteen (18/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 18 of 36
Keywords: HFF 
Short Summary: Purity stays with Innocence and Chastity.

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 and her sister, Chastity, have become students in Labia. 



Chapter Eighteen
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In Which Purity is reconciled with Innocence; Purity is 
separated from Chastity; and Purity appreciates the value 
of Twelve, but is displeased by the association with 
Chastity. 



Purity hadn't seen Innocence for such a long time, and she 
was very pleased when she heard that she and her sister 
had left Wonderground. She'd never cared to visit a place 
with such a poor reputation for racial discrimination, so it 
was with rather more enthusiasm than might otherwise 
have been the case she took the train from Brook to the city 
of Labia where Innocence was studying at the Further 
Education College. As the train travelled along, passing the 
fields and forests that divided Brook from the suburbs of 
Labia, Purity toyed with the idea of returning to education 
herself, but reasoned she was having rather too much fun 
being free and single. 

She'd left the commune. She'd had quite enough of lentil-
burgers and nut-loafs, and had been staying in a friend's 
flat in the village of Noir, but when she received such a 
welcoming and chatty letter from Innocence telling her 
about her life since leaving Brook it would have taken a 
great deal to dissuade her from setting off to be reunited 
with her old school-friend. She reluctantly put on some 
clothes for the journey - basically being just a pair of cut-
off denim shorts, large air-ware soled boots and a rucksack 
over her shoulders containing all the possessions she ever 
thought worth taking around with her. Since leaving the 
commune, she'd bit by bit abandoned the styles she'd 
adopted there: she now had her hair cut very short (not 
quite shaved off) and she started shaving her legs again - 
and had recently even started shaving under her armpits. 
She enjoyed the fresh feeling it gave her - but she still 
didn't feel inclined to shave her vagina like so many other 
girls were doing these days.

When she arrived at Labia Central, she was aware of being 
rather earlier than she promised Innocence when she 
phoned up earlier. She dragged her rucksack behind her 
and wandered around the platform looking for something 
interesting to do. She had absolutely ages to kill, and the 
newsagents seemed to sell nothing of the remotest interest 
to her. She put a few coins into a vending machine to 
receive some tasteless coffee in a plastic cup (totally 
against the principles of the commune who'd oppose the 
waste of plastic not to mention the dangerous influence of 
caffeine). She then wandered into the waiting room to wait 
for Innocence, this being the rendezvous point that they'd 
previously decided on. 

Purity wasn't the only one in the waiting room. A man and 
woman were locked in a passionate embrace in the corner 
just by the waiting room gas-fire and just under a poster 
featuring a naked man fellating another man that advertised 
the wonders of express delivery services. Purity opened up 
the newspaper that she'd bought for her outward-bound 
journey, and returned reluctantly with a sigh to the 
crossword she'd all but abandoned earlier. However as 
often happened, she managed to finally crack one of the 
stubborn clues on which so many other solutions relied and 
in a spate of activity she knocked off several other clues. 
She was engrossed for several minutes, but her attention was 
aroused by the familiar sounds of ecstatic gasps and heavy 
breathing. She peered over her newspaper to see that the 
couple had rather departed from their more innocent 
canoodling and the man was in the process of fucking the 
woman quite openly, with her legs wrapped around his 
waist. Even in Brook, openly making love in such public 
places was not considered particularly tasteful, and Purity 
watched in some fascination as the two became wholly 
immersed in the intensity of their passion.

She noticed Innocence hurrying along the platform towards 
the waiting room, obviously aware that she'd inadvertently 
arrived rather late. With some relief, Purity deposited her 
newspaper in a waste-paper bin, and dashed out of the 
waiting room to meet her old school friend again. She had 
grown her hair a lot longer since she'd left the Convent, 
Purity noted. It was now she, not Innocence, who had the 
much shorter hair. It was long and flowed over her 
shoulders, a white tee-shirt worn over her voluptuous 
breasts, a short flared white skirt and white knee-length 
socks. Innocence looked every part the quality of what her 
name suggested. She ran over to Purity and pulled her friend's 
black body against her chest, and once again there was the 
beautiful reassuring smell of her long hair on Purity's face. 
The two girls kissed long and hard, their tongues deep inside 
each other's mouths. Purity grasped at Innocence's breasts 
under the tee-shirt while her lover massaged the round fullness 
of her buttocks. Purity could feel the hardness of Innocence's 
erect penis pressing against her side through the lines of her 
skirt.

"Who gives a shit?" thought Purity as, from a sudden urge, 
she guided Innocence out of sight of most of the platform, 
and pulled down her shorts while at the same time freeing 
Innocence's penis from the confines of her knickers. It 
was as beautiful as she'd remembered it: erect and smooth, 
veins frantically pumping in the blood and standing out 
distinctly. Warm and hard! Throbbing and firm! Within seconds, 
Purity guided it into her moist and appreciative cunt, giving 
a gasp of involuntary pleasure as it slid into her. (Oooh! 
So easily!) Innocence then thrust away at Purity, her buttocks 
hidden from sight by her skirt, with a pair of shorts lying 
at her feet and a poster supporting her heaving arse just behind, 
that advertised the many delightful places that could be so easily 
reached by train.

Eventually - and too soon, thought Purity - the passion of 
the moment exploded in a release of hot semen that gushed 
free of Purity's hairy cunt and dripped down onto her now 
smoothly shaven thighs where it could easily be seen 
against the darkness of her skin. With a bit of post-coital 
haste, the two of them straightened themselves up before 
heading to the flat that Innocence and her sister were 
renting near the college.

Labia was a town full of students - university, art school, 
seminary, technical college and academy students. Purity 
felt distinctly inferior in her lack of education as she passed 
the colleges that lined the main streets. She was also 
impressed by the sisters' apartment. Where had they got the 
money together to afford such a nice flat? And full of so 
many expensive things! After her voluntarily Spartan life 
in the commune, she felt rather overwhelmed by the 
computers, videos, stereos, luxurious furniture, etcetera, 
that filled their home.

"Student grants must be extremely generous!" Purity 
gasped as she settled down on the sofa opposite Chastity 
who had hair nearly as short as her own, wore a very tight 
short skirt and black silk stockings.

"Not at all!" Innocence's sister replied. "Most students don't 
know how they can manage at all."

"But you live in such luxury!" Purity remarked as she sank 
into the deep recesses of an armchair which simply by 
virtue of being covered in leather would never be permitted 
in the commune.

"I don't know how we do it," Innocence admitted, as she 
sat on the arm of the chair and ran her hands up and down 
her school-friend's bare arms. "I think it must have 
something to do with the part-time evening work that 
Chastity does. And, as I told you in my letters, we made a 
lot of money while we were still in Wonderground."

"It's wonderful here!" enthused Purity, leaning against 
Innocence's bare breasts and feeling the nipple brush 
against her cheek. "It's perfect!" 

Purity had never been very fond of Chastity when they 
went to the same school and despite her intentions of being 
more charitable towards the sister of her school-day lover 
she felt no great affection towards her now. While at school, 
Purity had felt that her lack of feeling for the girl had 
been from some kind of jealousy, but now she knew she had 
some quite genuine reasons for her dislike. Partly this was 
from the discovery she made fairly soon of the sisters' 
incestuous relationship. 

It wasn't that she was especially prudish, though it was an 
activity she'd never dream of indulging in with either her 
brother or sister. Rather it was more her belief that Innocence 
was very much the exploited partner in a relationship in which 
Chastity had taken advantage of the closeness they'd had from 
birth. She got rather irritated by the occasions when Chastity 
intervened in her lovemaking with Innocence and insisted that 
her sister fuck her at least as hard as she'd previously been 
fucking Purity.

It was true that Innocence got pleasure out of the 
lovemaking, though Purity was sure that she'd never seen 
her instigate it and always seemed rather apologetic as she 
entered her sister's ever-waiting cunt. She and Innocence 
might be having a most glorious fuck - she'd be lost in the 
waves of her passion with trickles of her own vaginal 
juices mixing with earlier semen released by her lover, -
when suddenly she'd find that there was an interloper with 
her mouth around Innocence's balls, licking the length of 
her glorious penis or locking her mouth with Innocence's. 
There, as always, was Chastity getting quite obvious 
pleasure from the power she was able to exert over her sister.

Purity also believed that Chastity treated her sister 
rather more as a reliable standby than as a true lover. She 
often bought home girls from the college to have sex with. 
There was an ever-changing series of girls (and very occasionally 
boys) who would be led by Chastity to her bedroom, the 
bathroom or would be found in the throes of passion in the 
living room. So many of them seemed to be very young. Much 
younger than any of the students that went to the college. On 
occasion, they seemed to be more children than consenting 
adults - particularly the occasional boy. 

Purity's sympathies were always towards the lover Chastity 
brought back.  They were often rather naive and unsure of 
themselves. In fact, Purity was convinced that an unseemly high 
proportion of them were virgins. It upset her to think that 
for these girls their first experiences of sex should be with 
someone like Chastity who almost certainly the following 
day or the day after that would have sex with another person 
whom Purity had never seen before and would probably 
never see again. Some of the girls were quite clearly quite 
tearful and unhappy after their experience: one which Purity 
imagined they would be reluctant to in ever repeat.

She could only guess what activities Chastity indulged 
with these young naifs, but there was uncomfortable 
evidence left behind. The smell of urine in the bath where 
she'd taken them or even on the bed sheets. The traces of 
blood on the sheets, on the carpet or even just stubbornly 
left on Chastity's thighs or on the dildos she often used. Some 
of these instruments of sexual pleasure seemed to be of 
quite cruel if impressive dimensions and even Purity after 
her years of fucking blanched at the idea of them entering 
her vagina or her anus, where she knew from the odd 
blood-stained stool left in the toilet by a tearful visitor they 
had been used.

"Really, Chastity," she one day rebuked her lover's sister 
after yet another young girl had left. "Couldn't you be a 
little more considerate?" 

She felt extremely sorry as the tear-stained face glimpsed 
her as she left through the door that Purity was entering. 
The girl was probably no more than eleven years old and had 
had some of her clothes rather torn by Chastity's rough 
lovemaking.

"What do you mean?" Chastity spat back, angry at being 
even mildly chastised.

"The way you treated that girl! I saw how she was stroking 
her arse and I'm sure that's piss I can smell."

"What's it to you what I do with my lovers?"

"I was just saying that I thought you ought to think more 
about the people you make love with. I'm sure they didn't 
want to lose their virginity in such a brutal way."

Chastity snarled as she removed the slightly brown and 
red-stained dildo she had strapped to her otherwise naked 
body. "Firstly, what makes you think that little slut was a 
virgin? And secondly, even if she was who are you to say 
how she'd want to lose her virginity? And thirdly, I just 
don't agree with you that I'm brutal."

"But, Chastity," interceded Innocence, who appeared from 
the bedroom naked and with her penis still slightly erect 
after having made love to Purity. "You must admit that 
you're a little brutal..."

"Not at all!"

"Well, you sometimes get pretty rough with me, and I've 
noticed you do get a little bit rough with your lovers."

"Are you siding with your black lover against me, 
Innocence?"

"What do you mean, Chastity? Are you still bitter about 
Kedi leaving you?"

"I don't care what you and your hippy friend think. I'll do ... 
exactly ... what I like!" With that Chastity span around with 
her dildo in one hand and marched straight into the living 
room where she turned on the television and watched a sex 
comedy which she'd normally have sneered at for being too 
tame, with the volume deliberately turned up loud.

Purity's criticism of Chastity marred the atmosphere in the 
flat from then on. Purity soon found that she rather 
preferred the days when Chastity had intervened in her 
lovemaking with Innocence. Instead, she became more 
possessive of her sister and frequently denied her of her 
lover's caresses. She became more polite than friendly when 
she spoke to Purity and deliberately avoided allowing 
conversation to become more intimate. Even the occasions 
when Purity made a gesture of putting a hand on Chastity's 
hand, in the hope that it would lead to an unfreezing of 
the coolness between them, were left uncommented and ignored. 
Eventually she had no choice but to remove her hand and 
wander away.

OOccasionally, Chastity made rude caustic statements. Some 
of these were about Purity's perceived prudishness, where 
Chastity would pretend to seek her approval before taking 
another underage girl upstairs - "If it's all right with 
you, of course, Purity?" Sometimes these were harsh comments 
about her being an old hippy with too much of a fondness for 
lentils, alternative living and never wearing clothes. Purity 
felt very vulnerable on this account, as she was still a 
vegetarian and definitely never wore clothes any clothes around 
the house. They still made her feel very uncomfortable. Some of 
Chastity's comments were pure spiteful racism about her 
colour: such as references to not seeing her in the dark or 
not noticing if she were dirty or not. Considering that her 
lover for so long had also been black, it made Purity 
wonder if the object of her sarcasm was really herself.

She knew she couldn't stay for long in this atmosphere, and 
she was torn between her desire to leave Chastity and her 
desire to stay with Innocence. A compromise which she 
tried hard to persuade Innocence to accept was that when 
the vacation came she should come away with Purity to travel 
together. In the meantime, she treasured her moments of 
passion with Innocence on those nights when Chastity didn't 
make first claim or drag her off (as she'd never done before) 
to become an active participant in the abuse of her young lovers.

"Innocence, darling! I'm home!" Purity called out as she 
pushed open the door to the flat after another futile day of 
looking for work in the city of Labia. There was no reply. 
"Innocence!" she shouted again, wondering where her 
lover might be. She knew she wouldn't be with Chastity as 
she'd seen her sister walking in town with one of her 
college friends. She pushed open the door to their bedroom 
to see Innocence in bed with another girl whose very red 
lipsticked mouth was oozing semen from Innocence's penis 
that was thrust deep inside while Innocence was greedily 
lapping at her cunt.

Purity had never seen this girl before, and her appearance 
was rather a shock to her. She was totally depilated. 
Her vagina was shaved, her head was shaved and even her 
eyebrows were shaved. This gave her a very odd 
appearance as there was nothing to delimit her forehead 
from her face. Purity stood at the door in a short skirt and 
white blouse she'd borrowed from Innocence as the two 
naked girls continued in their passionate lovemaking - the 
strange girl only noting her arrival with a disarmingly 
friendly smile. She stood there for several minutes not at 
all sure where to put herself, until Innocence saw her there 
and with a little gasp of embarrassment straightened herself 
up while the strange girl wrapped herself around her. She 
had very pale skin that highlighted the freckles around her 
nose and shoulders.

"You've not met Twelve have you? She's a friend we made 
when we were living in the country."

"Pleased to meet you," said the girl smiling and still 
holding Innocence's semi-erect penis covered as it was 
with the slime of her vagina. She leaned over with her free 
hand to shake Purity's. "You must be Purity. Innocence has 
told me so much about you."

Twelve's hand wandered upwards from Purity's hand to her 
neck and then with a little force the skinny girl pulled her 
face down to her own, almost unbalancing her in the 
process. She pushed her tongue deep into Purity's mouth 
and there was once again the familiar taste of Innocence's 
semen mixed with Twelve's saliva and some other more 
exotic tastes that Purity couldn't easily identify. Within 
seconds Twelve and Innocence had stripped her of all her 
clothes and the three bundled together in a mass of black 
and white flesh. She relished the feel of her tongue on the 
slight stubble of Twelve's crown and around her vagina. 
She appreciated the way Twelve persuaded Innocence's 
penis to regain its previous glory and assisted her in 
thrusting it deep inside her cunt, while she licked and 
chewed her clitoris and the lips of her vagina. 

Purity was not happy about the way this girl had interposed 
herself so easily between her and Innocence, but she had to 
admit to actually rather liking this strange girl. She soon 
identified the sole piece of jewellery she wore, which was a 
small gold stud in her clitoris that felt so smooth and hard 
against her tongue and which Twelve adored having 
nibbled. She was also a welcome relief to the tension in the 
flat that continued between her and Chastity who 
nonetheless soon fixed her attention on Twelve when she 
came home. Purity was grateful for the distraction it 
provided Chastity as the two started sharing the same bed, 
leaving her with more time with Innocence.

It was impossible to really dislike Twelve who was very 
fair and selfless with her lovemaking - paying more 
attention to giving pleasure than to receiving it, and the 
source of many of Purity's more passionate orgasms these 
days. She enjoyed their evenings out together, away from 
Chastity and her stream of young lovers, either with 
Innocence or quite frequently without her, as she was so 
intent on her homework. Twelve was very chatty company 
who easily made more friends in Labia than Purity had 
ever done and rather more interesting company as well.

She was a strange companion to be with: her lips so red 
and the rest of her so bare and hairless (an effect she 
achieved by the occasional waxing as well as by shaving). 
She wore an outfit of leather straps which pulled in on the 
contours of her buttocks and just about hid the lips of her 
vagina - although Purity was sure she could sometimes feel 
the stud of her clitoris as they groped together in the dark 
shadows of a night club or a pub. Her nipples appeared 
through the straps around her breasts that did nothing to 
disguise their smallness. On occasion she wore a collar 
around her neck that she was sure originally belonged to 
a large dog. She also affected to wear small fingerless 
leather gloves that didn't protect her fingers from 
the stain of nicotine or cannabis she so habitually 
smoked. This last affectation was the one that disconcerted 
Purity the most as tobacco was almost totally banned in the 
commune (although most other drugs were not). The fumes 
sometimes made her feel positively unwell and she was 
always aware of the taste of it on Twelve's tongue and 
around her stained teeth.

Twelve also had a taste for the kind of sex games that 
Chastity practised and was quite pleased to participate 
where both Purity and Innocence had reservations. She 
was, however, somewhat more tender with Chastity's 
young lovers than Innocence's sister ever was. Although 
Purity always felt a measure of concern for the children or 
older girls that entered into their grasps, she noticed that 
they usually seemed less troubled afterwards (even if 
Chastity sometimes looked dissatisfied). It was reassuring 
to see Twelve kissing them tenderly goodbye, sometimes 
for several minutes, before they left. Some of the sex 
games Chastity and Twelve practised had an element of 
perversion in them, Purity was sure. There was sometimes 
a dribble of urine on Twelve's hairless thighs or even down 
her face. Sometimes there was even the odd scratch or 
bruise to be found somewhere or other on Twelve's body - 
perhaps more visible in contrast to the paleness of her skin 
and the slight impression of blue veins on her high cheeks. 
Twelve only laughed when Innocence or Purity commented 
about it. She never gave a full account of her activities with 
Chastity - and Purity didn't really wish to know, either.

When Twelve discovered Purity's plan to leave with 
Innocence during her vacation to travel around the country, 
she positively bubbled with enthusiasm. At first, Purity 
was worried that this meant that she wanted to come as 
well, which was not what was really intended. Purity had 
hoped to spend more time alone with Innocence, well away 
from what she perceived as the malign influence of her 
sister, but Twelve had somehow come to the same 
conclusion herself.

"Don't worry, I'll look after Chastity!" She commented. 
"It'll be such fun to have the flat all to ourselves!" 

However, she was very eager to describe places to visit, 
things to do, delicacies to eat and customs to be wary of. 
Purity looked forward to the vacation as if she was the one 
who was the student having a well-deserved break.

Twelve persuaded Purity to shave off her own pubic hair 
which made her groin feel quite vulnerable and tender, but 
undoubtedly added a new sensation to her lovemaking as 
she could better feel Innocence's pubic hairs stroke against 
her bare skin. She didn't enjoy the itchiness that pertained 
after more than a day's growth, but she felt it was a small 
price to pay for the new sensitivity she gained. However, 
Twelve couldn't persuade her to dress more like her or her 
friends. And she wouldn't shave her head or eyebrows 
either. She just wasn't convinced that it would suit her. 

Chastity also changed her appearance, but like Purity she 
stopped short at shaving her head or eyebrows, but did 
adopt a costume of straps like Twelve's, though hers were 
of plastic, lycra or lace. This made her look both younger 
and older than she actually was - but Purity didn't think 
it made her look any more attractive. 




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