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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Nineteen (19/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HF MFF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 19 of 36
Keywords: HF MFF 
Short Summary: Purity goes on holiday with Innocence and Aice.

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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Purity is living with Innocence and her sister, Chastity, in Labia. 



Chapter Nineteen
================

In Which Alice rediscovers Innocence and learns the 
virtues of Purity; in which Innocence and Purity are shown 
in the practise of religious devotion; and in which 
Innocence leaves Chastity and Purity loses Innocence.



The fruition of all plans is often much less than the 
ambitions associated with their formulation, and so it was 
with the vacation that Purity had planned together with 
Innocence. They had scarcely been away a day when over a 
drink in a cafe that was near the hostel they were staying at 
they found themselves scaling down their plans to much 
more manageable proportions for the time available. It was 
then that Innocence suggested that they should visit her 
friend Alice whom she'd not seen for a long time. 

"I've always been a bit nervous visiting her, because she 
didn't really get on very well with Chastity," she 
exclaimed.

"Who does?" bitterly commented Purity.

"That's a bit unfair," Innocence said in her sister's defence, 
but significantly not contradicting the assertion.

It was a couple of days later that Purity and Innocence 
arrived at Alice's house, wearing robust shoes, shorts and 
tee-shirts. Alice lived in a part of the country that Purity 
had never visited before, but it was very suburban and 
quiet. She enjoyed the leafy greenness of it all, but she 
didn't relish at all the stares she got as she walked 
along. She wasn't sure it was because there weren't many 
young women her age so relatively lightly clad or if it was 
because she was the only black face around. Alice's home 
was a dilapidated terraced cottage in a quite anonymous 
street. A red telephone box stood in front of her house 
by a row of quite old cars composed in equal measure of 
rust and metal. Alice, herself, when she opened the door 
was completely naked, which seemed very unusual in this town,
with long hair down to her waist that obscured her small 
breasts but not her light covering of pubic hair. When 
she saw Purity there with Innocence, she started as if in a 
kind of shock.

"You! Is it you?" she cried.

Purity wasn't sure what to say, but she smiled broadly. 

"Hello, Alice! I hope you don't mind us turning up 
unannounced like this," said Innocence. "Meet Purity. A 
good friend of mine who I've known from school." 

"Oh! Purity! A school friend!" Alice remarked. "Well, 
come in. Come in. I'm sorry I seemed so startled. I just 
thought Purity was someone else."

"You mean, you thought she was Kedi?" suggested 
Innocence, as she and her lover brought their bags into the 
small narrow hallway.

"I'm afraid you're right," Alice admitted.

The house inside was decorated quite well, with thick 
wallpaper, framed pictures of cats and other animals and 
rather a lot of mirrors. Alice escorted them into her living 
room, where Purity and Innocence sat on the sofa, while 
she busied herself with making some tea.

"I hope you don't mind us staying for a couple of days, 
Alice?" asked Innocence. "It's so long since we last met 
and I don't want to appear to be imposing on your 
hospitality at all."

"That's fine!" smiled Alice. "I'm quite grateful for visitors. 
It can sometimes get quite lonely, you know, living by 
oneself."

"Don't you share the house with Dinah?"

"No, not any more. And I can't say I regret that at all. For 
all I love my sister, I feel so much happier without her 
around. And in any case it was beginning to get very 
strained the two of us living on top of each other. I could 
hardly feel I had a life of my own. And, as you know, there 
are other things that complicate matters."

"Yes, there are," agreed Innocence sadly. Purity couldn't be 
sure as she sat on the sofa sipping the tea Alice had 
prepared whether her lover was reflecting on her troubled 
relationship with her own sister, but she was quite 
convinced that she was.

"Did you and your sister part on good terms?" wondered 
Purity.

"What a question!" laughed Innocence embarrassedly.

"Well, not totally," admitted Alice. "And being apart does 
have its disadvantages. It's a lot more expensive for a start. 
And I don't get to meet all of Dinah's friends so often. But 
all in all it's much better. I feel much more independent. 
And I'm sure we get on better together than we used to."

The three girls spent a long time chatting and reminiscing, 
sitting quite a distance apart on separate chairs. Purity felt 
constrained by politeness because she knew that Alice and 
Innocence had a relationship together in the past and would 
almost certainly like to spend time together. She also 
realised that both girls were less than totally forthcoming 
and would wait almost indefinitely for the other to take the 
initiative. She could catch the odd glance from the two 
girls' eyes that told her that it was merely a question of 
finding the right opportunity and all would be well. She 
knew she shouldn't feel such an encumbrance, but she was 
certain that if she weren't there it would be easier for all 
concerned.

"You know, we haven't brought any wine with us!" 
remarked Purity as it was approaching evening and the 
inevitable time in which alcohol would need to be imbibed.

"That doesn't matter! I've got a bottle in the fridge." Alice 
protested.

"We couldn't dream of imposing on your hospitality as 
much as that!" Purity insisted. "Where might I go to buy a 
bottle?"

It was quite a way away along unfamiliar streets, but Purity 
dawdled there and dawdled back in the hope that in the 
time she was away Innocence and her friend would have 
picked up some of their boldness. It was not a pleasant 
wander for her, as she was very painfully conscious of the 
stares she received from the older men and women around. 
And it wasn't as if she was even showing her cunt. Or even 
her nipples! It was a relief for her to return to Alice's 
house and to let herself in with the key that Alice had 
provided. 

Her hopes for her lover's return to intimacy with Alice 
were not disappointed as the two of them were lying 
together enmeshed in one other's arms and had clearly been 
kissing each other. However, they hadn't progressed too 
far, as although Alice was naked, Innocence had only 
stripped off her tee-shirt and was still wearing her shorts. 
Purity could see that the two of them would be sharing the 
bed together and that she would be sleeping alone on the 
spare mattress.

This indeed was what happened after they'd drunk both the 
bottles of white wine that Purity had brought back with the 
quantities of fish that Alice had prepared for dinner. They 
chatted over the sound of Alice's choice of music, which 
was both bizarre and melodic, and got increasingly tipsy. 
Alice and Innocence were entwined increasingly closely in 
each other's bodies, and Innocence had even stripped down 
to just her knickers. Purity had long since discarded all her 
clothes - feeling so much more comfortable being so 
unconstrained and felt the pile of the carpet prick into the 
dark flesh of her buttocks. Alice had many 
uncomplimentary things to say about Chastity, which 
Purity felt no compunction about echoing or 
supplementing. Innocence made very little comment as her 
two lovers complained about her bossiness, her 
aggressiveness, the extent of her sexual appetite and her 
perverse tastes, and most of all her lack of regard for other 
people's feelings or their desire for privacy. 

"She's much worse than Dinah!" Alice remarked. "I don't 
know how you can put up with her, Innocence. I really 
don't."

Innocence smiled sadly, but made no comment. It was clear 
she found the conversation unsettling.

Purity deliberately drank more than usual, so that when she 
put her head down on the flat hard pillow she could lose 
her consciousness that much sooner. But as she sank off to 
sleep she was sure she could hear Innocence's familiar cries 
of sexual ecstasy mingling with those of Alice's. The 
thought crossed her mind that she could join them. She 
knew that neither would object too fiercely, and she felt 
that her current relationship with Innocence somehow gave 
her a kind of priority. Nonetheless, she thought, what the 
two girls want more than orgasms is just being together, 
and her presence would really just be a distraction. Perhaps 
not too unwelcome, but a distraction for all that.

Purity and Innocence stayed at Alice's house for several 
days during which Purity felt very sexually frustrated as 
she observed her lover make frequent love with their host 
which although it was never done while Purity was able to 
watch was nevertheless done often enough and loud 
enough in Alice's bed for her to have a very good idea of 
what was going on. She became increasingly bored by her 
stay. It wasn't quite the adventure she'd hoped for, and 
however much she knew that Alice and Innocence were 
enjoying the stay, she was rather looking forward to getting 
away. She almost looked forward to returning home to the 
flat with Chastity and Twelve, because at least she'd have 
Innocence to herself for some of the time.

It was Sunday and although Innocence wasn't much of a 
churchgoer in Labia she felt enough loyalty to religion after 
her life in the Order of Magdalenites to feel that today was 
an opportunity for them all to go to church. The only 
church that Purity felt any interest in going to was the 
small chapel of the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin, which 
she heard had a particularly fascinating service. Neither 
Alice nor Innocence was familiar with the order, which 
Purity felt was just as well.

They dressed relatively modestly for the service, and joined 
the other churchgoers entering the chapel, who were 
generally also dressed quite demurely. Although the church 
promised to contain Brethren, the majority of the people 
going were women, mostly in their twenties and thirties, 
wearing dresses that reached down from a high tight collar 
to their ankle-boots. As they entered they were welcomed 
by solemn church music from a small piano and were 
greeted by the young minister wearing a gown that hid as 
much of him as the dresses of the women hid of them. He 
was very welcoming to the three girls and was particularly 
impressed by Innocence's confession that she was a lapsed 
nun.

"I hope that you haven't actually abandoned the Love of 
God," he commented. "He will be with you always whether 
you practise the faith actively or passively." 

He guided the three of them to seats on the hard benches 
near the front of the chapel. In front of each of their seats 
was the small cushion on which they could pray and a 
hymn book in a tatty brown leather cover, the print of 
which had been worn away to illegibility. While Alice and 
Innocence excitedly chatted to each other, Purity observed 
the minister as he welcomed in his congregation and noted 
with satisfaction the particular intimacy with which he 
greeted some parishioners by kissing them full on the 
mouth, with their tongues locked together. Others he 
merely stroked their buttocks and in some cases their 
crotch. 

The church filled up fairly rapidly, and was soon full of the 
hubbub of polite conversation as the congregation chatted 
amongst themselves. When the minister judged that everyone 
had arrived, he went to the pulpit and started the service. 
Innocence and Alice politely looked up at him with 
broad smiles as he began by welcoming everyone, 
commented on the weather and then asked if everyone 
could sing the first song from the hymnbook: Fuck Me 
Jesus. Alice raised her eyebrows at that but made no 
comment as the congregation launched into the song. 
"Fuck me Jesus So Hard I Can Feel Your Spirit Move 
Me!" the congregation sang. 

Behind the pulpit was a small choir made up of young boys 
and girls separated by an aisle and supervised by some 
older choristers. They took the refrain with great 
enthusiasm - particularly the chorus. "May Your Sperm 
Imbue Me With The Holy Spirit. Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck 
Me!" they sang.

The minister began his sermon which was about how the 
love of Jesus was so much a physical love and that His 
desire was that all His worshippers should share their love 
for Jesus and the love He felt for them in as carnal a way as 
possible. This short sermon was followed by another 
hymn: My Groin It Aches With Passion, followed soon 
after by successively: My Arse Belongs To You, Lord 
Jesus and Shower Me With Holy Semen. 

"Let Us Pray," announced the Minister. Alice and 
Innocence bowed their heads, but Purity kept her head up 
and watched as the Minister unbuttoned his gown while 
leading the prayer. Underneath he was wholly naked and 
taking his penis with one hand he masturbated while 
proclaiming his prayer. "Shower us with the Knowledge of 
how best to show our Love. Give us the ability to love our 
neighbours with all our heart and with the passion of Jesus 
Christ who so loved us that He died for our souls."

When he finished with his "Amen." the congregation 
looked up to see the Minister standing with his erect penis 
in front of him. A girl from the front row, sitting with her 
mother and father, stood up and with a few gestures she 
removed her dress which she left with her parents and 
stood wearing only her socks and ankle boots. She walked 
up to the Minister, and in front of the hushed congregation 
she kneeled down, took the Minister's erect penis in her 
hand and stroked it slowly from the base to the glans. She 
continued doing this for nearly a minute, and then with a 
cry of "Hallelujah!" (which was echoed softly by several 
parishioners) she took the length of it in her mouth and 
sucked it long and hard. 

Purity could see that the girl had not been selected for her 
beauty as she was rather plain, had virtually no figure to 
speak of and her eyes were just a little too close together. 
But the Minister was clearly enjoying her attention. While 
this was going on, several parishioners, crossing 
themselves, made their way to the front of the church and 
kneeled down in supplication in front of their Minister and 
his volunteer. It was then that this part of the service 
reached its climax, when the Minister carefully withdrew 
his penis from deep inside the girl's throat and offered it in 
turn to each of the parishioners, male and female, who 
were to receive the fruit of Jesus' love in the form of the 
semen that the Minister had blessed. As each took a small 
gobbet of semen from the erect penis which was 
practisedly secreting measured amounts of sperm with tiny 
little shudders, the Minister placed his hand on their head 
and said the same thing to each of them which was "Jesus 
Loves You, Sister." or "Jesus Loves You, Brother."

This ceremony went on for much longer than Purity 
believed possible. When each worshipper had received 
their small portion of semen in the mouth, they stood up 
with a beatific smile, crossed themselves and wandered 
back to their seat. She noticed that many of the women had 
fully undone the buttons at the top of their dress, revealing 
their chest, breast and nipples, presumably so that none of 
the Minister's semen would spill on their clothes. These 
worshippers were of all ages, but interestingly were 
predominately the older or plainer members of the 
congregation.

When this part of the service was over, the Minister 
instructed the choir to divest themselves, which they did, 
revealing their children's bodies with undeveloped shape 
and in most cases yet to grow the slightest vestige of pubic 
hair. They came out in a row, stood facing the 
congregation and entertained with renditions of Jesus Is 
My Fucker, My Vagina Awaits Your Love, Sweet Lord 
and Fuck Me Gently, Fuck Me Slow, Jesus My Love. 
They then bowed their heads and turned around to leave 
the church. They were joined then by all the children from 
the congregation, leaving only the adults behind. Purity 
smiled. It was clear that the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin 
didn't want to be seen to encourage under-age sex.

When the last of the children had left, then with a cry of 
"Hallelujah! God Be Praised!" all the congregation stood 
up and stripped off their clothes with the notable 
exceptions of Purity and her somewhat embarrassed 
friends. The congregation began kissing and stroking each 
other, and several made their way to the front of the chapel 
which was covered by a large red cloth over a thick pile 
carpet. They then started making passionate love with one 
another and their neighbours with the Minister watching over 
them and guiding them to their action. Purity watched 
fascinated at the mounds of flesh and the 
indiscriminateness of attention. There seemed to be no 
distinction observed at all in the gender chosen of their 
partners or several partners. Several parishioners cried out 
"Hallelujah!" and "May God be Praised!" before plunging 
into their sexual abandonment.

"Shall we join them?" wondered Purity, unbuttoning the 
top two buttons of her blouse.

"No! Not at all! This isn't what I came here for!" protested 
Innocence uncertainly, no doubt very nervous of revealing 
her peculiar assets.

"You can if you like," said Alice disapprovingly, "but 
Innocence and I are going home."

Purity smiled. She'd not really expected much different 
from the two girls. But she knew what she wanted. She'd 
had her eyes on several of the more attractive women in the 
congregation, including a black woman with enormous 
thighs and very full lips, and a woman of nearly forty with 
a beautiful slim figure and perky little breasts. She 
continued unbuttoning her blouse, freeing the breasts that 
she'd kept so uncomfortably restrained, and pulled down 
her skirt. She kept her shoes on though, as she was sure 
that otherwise the stone floor of the chapel would be 
uncomfortably hard and cold. She kissed Alice and 
Innocence tenderly, knowing that they would very soon be 
leaving, and then made her way up the aisle to the mass of 
bodies.

She hesitated on the edge, with others who were equally 
unsure but still murmuring the odd "Hallelujah!" The 
Minister was wandering amongst his orgiastic 
congregation waving his erect penis on them and scattering 
semen over them which they received gratefully. "Jesus 
showers His love on you!" he said as he released another 
gobbet of semen over a tall woman with a large birthmark 
covering half her face now slightly lightened by the shiny 
glutinous liquid of the Minister's generosity. "I love you, 
Jesus!" she cried. "Fuck me, Jesus! Fuck me!" It certainly 
wasn't Jesus, as far as Purity could see who was entering 
her vagina, nor was it Jesus who was thrusting 
simultaneously hard at her anus.

It was like entering the cold waters of a swimming pool, 
Purity decided. It's better to dive straight in, rather than to 
wait for gradual acclimatisation. With that thought she lay 
herself on top of the large black woman, putting a hand in 
her crotch where a penis was thrusting in and out with 
great enthusiasm, and applied her mouth to that of a very 
young girl whose hair was in plaits and whose face 
appeared to be a mess of acne spots. She felt a frisson of 
pleasure as an erect penis, perhaps that of the Minister, 
made its way into the moist and welcoming portals of her 
vagina.

Purity didn't look forward to returning to Labia at all. She 
rather enjoyed the respite from Chastity's sour 
unfriendly character and resolved to leave fairly soon after 
arriving. She could see that Innocence was aware of her 
unhappiness and was herself troubled by it. She made a few 
feeble attempts to defend her sister, but was quite clearly 
ill at ease with Purity's bitter remarks. "Perhaps she'll 
have changed after being left at home without us," she 
commented unconvincingly.

There was no evidence of this when Purity and Innocence 
found Chastity and Twelve in the company of a young girl 
- probably no more than eleven years old - engaged in sex 
games in the living room. The girl was on her knees with 
her hands bound tightly behind her back and her mouth 
pressed against Twelve's bare groin and with Chastity 
pressing hers against her hair. Before Innocence had the 
opportunity to announce their arrival, Chastity suddenly let 
loose a torrent of urine from her crotch which ran through 
the girl's hair and trickled down her face. "Uuugghh!" she 
gasped with disgust. "It tastes horrid! I don't like this 
anymore! I want to go home!"

Chastity made no reply. Instead, she pulled the girl's head 
forcefully back and placed her damp crotch against the 
girl's mouth, with Twelve looking evidently less happy at 
the turn of events. She looked up from the child with a 
look of some concern and noticed Purity and Innocence 
watching with disgust, still in their clothes and 
holding the rucksacks that they'd only just loosened off 
from their shoulders.

"Why! Hello there!" she greeted friendlily, drawing 
Chastity's attention to the additional company. She turned 
her head round and smiled warmly at the two of them.

Innocence did not return the greeting with anything like the 
same degree of friendliness. "What are you doing to that 
poor girl?"

"Nothing she's not enjoying!" responded her sister baldly.

"I don't believe you!" Innocence cried with a certain 
amount of passion. She dropped her rucksack on the 
ground. "Leave the girl alone now!"

Twelve backed off and stood sheepishly to one side. Her 
lipstick was a little smudged and she had a blue swelling 
around one of her eyes. Chastity pulled the child's face 
closer to her groin. "We're consenting partners. I don't 
think you have any right, sister, to tell me what we should 
consent to do."

"You seduce these children. You bring them home. And 
then you abuse them. You piss on them! You tie them up! 
You hit them! What sort of pleasure is that to most of 
them! You're just a monster!"

"I don't do anything with my lovers they don't want me 
to..."

"Do you tell them in advance what you're going to do to 
them? Did you tell this girl that you'd piss in her mouth?"

"She enjoyed it! It was fun!" Chastity looked at the girl 
who was weeping softly. She was standing up unsteadily 
with her arms behind her and her hair damp from its recent 
showering. Only the colour of the urine distinguished itself 
from the tears running down her face. Purity suspected that 
the girl wasn't too sure what had been happening to her 
judging from the evidence of the grains of white powder 
left on a mirror laid flat on the table and a half empty bottle 
of whiskey by the side of it. Her gaze was unfocused and 
her mouth looked unhealthily lax.

"It might be fun for you, Chastity. But it's just sadistic 
abuse of minors as far as any one else is concerned. And I 
don't think this little child's going to enjoy the memory of 
what you've been doing to her at all! And what would you 
have done later? Would you have crapped on her as well as 
piss on her? Would she be forced to eat her own shit? 
Would you start beating her with a stick? Would you push 
a dildo up her arse? You're just a filthy disgusting pervert!"

"How dare you call me that! It's the influence of your coal-
cellar friend isn't it? Making you a real goody two-shoes. I 
suppose she's got you eating organic rice and chanting 
mantras now! What I do is my business and nobody else's."

"Come on, Twelve!" Innocence continued, addressing the 
very guilty looking girl who was hoping to stay out of the 
fray. "What's my sister been doing? Is there anything in 
fact that she's not been doing? How many children has she 
abused? How many young boys has she sodomised? How 
many children has she tied up, beaten up, pissed on, shat 
on and humiliated? I bet this place has been like a 
sadomasochist's sexual fantasy while we've been away."

"It's not always that bad!" Twelve said, weakly defending 
herself. "It's just that we get carried away. And there's some 
real good stuff I've been getting recently. You just don't 
know what you're doing after a while."

"I don't believe you!" countered Innocence. "I don't believe 
my sister has ever not known exactly what she's doing! In 
fact I don't think I can bear to even live under the same 
roof as her."

"Exactly right!" spat back her sister with a venom that 
startled Purity. "If you don't like living with me, you can 
just leave. Forget all I've ever done for you. Forget that 
we're sisters. Run off with your nigger lover and live in a 
tepee. Grow fucking lentils and be so fucking holy. I 
haven't forgotten that not so long ago you were a fucking 
tight-arsed, dry cunted nun! Go back to your convent and 
be fucking sanctimonious somewhere else. Take your 
fucking Pure as the driven snow but as black as the fucking 
ace of spades girlfriend with you. I don't care! I don't 
fucking care what you and your cuntish friend do! You can 
just fuck off and never come back, for all I fucking care!"

"I'll do just that! And now!" shouted back Innocence, who 
turned around and raced out of the room. Purity glanced 
back at Chastity who was watching as Twelve unfastened 
the cords binding the young girl's hands together and 
comforted her as she cried with the abandon reserved for 
children. She then chased after Innocence, who true to her 
words was pulling her clothes and possessions out of the 
drawers in her bedroom and stuffing them with no 
particular attention into some cases.

"Are you serious, Innocence?" Purity asked watching as 
her lover busied herself with tears running down her face.

"I've never been so serious! I've got to get away! I can't 
bear to live with her a moment longer!"

"But what about your studies? What about all the work 
you've done at the college!"

"That doesn't mean anything any more! I'm leaving Labia! 
I'll go off to the city! Start again. Live a life away from the 
malign influence of my hateful sister!"

Purity looked out of the bedroom at Twelve who was 
tenderly washing the young girl in the bathroom and at 
Chastity who was preparing some powder on the mirror 
and swigging from the bottle of whiskey while she did so. 
She glanced around malevolently at Purity. "Who're you 
fucking look at, you fucking nigger!"

Purity declined to comment, but hovered at the doorway 
transfixed in hopeless indecision. What should she do? She 
didn't feel inclined to join Innocence in her desperate 
departure. She resolved to return to Brook. That was after 
all where she felt most at home and where most of her 
friends were. She had never felt properly settled in Labia, 
and if Innocence was leaving there was nothing really to 
keep her there.

"My sister's fucked me so many times! She's fucked me 
like a fucking piston engine!" snarled Chastity. "Now she 
says she's gonna leave me. What fucking ingratitude!  I 
taught her everything she knows about fucking. The best 
fucks she's ever had have been with me! Everyone else - 
you included - have just been fucking nothing. She'll come 
back! She won't be able to live without me and my cunt." 
Chastity swivelled round in her chair and faced Purity with 
her shaved and slightly red vagina fully displayed. She 
opened her legs and slid a forefinger into the open crack 
while swigging a mouthful of whiskey. "Admit it! You 
want a taste of my cunt, too. But you're not fucking going 
to! And neither's my fucking sister! She may have the best 
fucking prick there is but this is one cunt she's not going to 
get inside again!"

Purity grimaced and returned to Innocence's bedroom to 
see if she could comfort her. She felt that her role at this 
moment was to stand by her lover's side in her moments of 
distress. But Innocence was nowhere to be seen. She and 
all her bags were gone. So, too, Purity discovered were 
Twelve and the young girl. She was alone in the flat with 
Chastity. She ran frantically from room to room, hoping 
that she was mistaken or that some message had been left. 
But there was nothing.

"Lost something, nigger?" asked Chastity unkindly as she 
popped her head back into the living room. "Perhaps you 
want a fuck." She had a very crude looking dildo inside her 
vagina and was pushing it in and out. Her nostril was 
running with snot mixed with a small amount of blood and 
her face had a wild expression on it. Purity didn't answer. 
She picked up her bag and slamming the front door she left 
as well, leaving Chastity alone with her drugs and her 
sexual aids. 



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