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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty Nine (29/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFFF caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 29 of 36
Keywords: HFFF caution
Short Summary: Algebra shares a flat with Innocence, Dodie, Une, Twelve 
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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Algebra has moved into the flat Innocence and Dodie rent in Congress. 



Chapter Twenty Nine
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In Which Une joins in the study of Algebra; the properties 
of Twelve are examined by Algebra; and Chastity returns 
to Innocence.



After their one session of lovemaking, Algebra was 
disappointed to find that despite her attempts to repeat it 
Dodie was decidedly unenthusiastic to do so. Algebra soon 
concluded that her brief love affair with Dodie had 
finished almost before it began. She immersed herself in 
her studies as a way to keep her mind off her 
continued passion. Her assumption might well have proved 
true, but events interceded. An old lover of Innocence's, 
Une, arrived in Congress and decided to stay in the flat.

Algebra was attracted to Une, although she was much older 
than anyone she'd made love to before, except for 
one of her lecturers, who, in any case, was a man. Une 
dressed very simply in a long white dress to her ankles and 
paid absolutely no attention to city fashions. She soon 
re-established her intimacy with Innocence, but showed
rather more modesty than Dodie by restricting her 
lovemaking to the bedroom. Dodie was not at all 
delighted by this intercession in her love life, nor in how 
she was excluded from participating in it. Despite Innocence's 
occasional sexual activities with her lover, these were too 
few and too brief to satisfy Dodie. Algebra watched Dodie from 
a distance, her head generally immersed in text books, 
although her mind focused on Dodie's beautiful hairy cunt 
and the slim breasts with the nipples so prominent against 
the fabric of her tee-shirts. She hoped that Dodie's 
frustration would be relieved on her ever-waiting self.

Her hopes were eventually rewarded, but Algebra sensed 
that Dodie's lovemaking was more from a perverse sense of 
revenge than from any feeling of passion towards her. 
Although Algebra was expressly forbidden from pissing on 
Dodie, her lover felt no compunction about releasing 
volumes of urine onto Algebra's body and into her mouth, 
a diet soon supplemented by a more solid and horribly 
smelly alternative. Algebra didn't enjoy the long messy 
turds as they squeezed out of Dodie's buttocks and 
plopped onto her face or her chest. She certainly 
didn't enjoy the taste and felt rather humiliated as 
she bent to Dodie's demands and took them into her mouth. 
She felt a disgust that drinking urine somehow never 
provoked. Although her desire for lovemaking with Dodie 
was being superficially satisfied there was little 
genuine passion and it made her feel rather unhappy.

She sat down in the living room with Une on a night when 
Innocence and Dodie were out together to see a concert 
that Dodie insisted Innocence would enjoy, though even 
Algebra knew that there was too much of a gulf in the two 
girls' musical tastes for this to be likely. Une was 
reading a thick hardback book that seemed to be several 
centuries old and occasionally turned the pages from right 
to left. Algebra glimpsed the print in the book, but to 
her eyes it appeared to be nothing more than illegible 
scribbles in a very unfamiliar alphabet. She was immersed 
in a book of attractors and fractals, and paused on 
occasion to muse on the more bizarre conclusions the 
author derived from the equations.

It was on one such occasion that Algebra caught sight of 
Une tudying her with curiosity. Algebra looked across and 
wondered if Une's interest might not have been stimulated 
by her nudity, which contrasted with the long white dress 
Une wore. 

Une smiled.

"You're a student, aren't you?" Une asked. "What is it you're 
studying?"

"Chaos theory," answered Algebra. "It's about how there is 
chaos in order and order in chaos."

"That seems a fairly accurate description of life," Une 
mused. "And in your life as well, I dare say. Dodie treats you 
rather badly, doesn't she? Why's that, do you think? Is it 
because she thinks I'm taking Innocence away from her?"

"I think that might be why," Algebra answered. "Though I 
wouldn't say she treats me badly..."

"Do you like eating shit then?"

"Well, not really, but..."

"That sounds pretty cruel to me. You poor girl. You really 
need a better lover than Dodie. You know she'll return to 
Innocence when I've gone."

"She will?"

"You know she will!"

Algebra looked across at Une and became conscious of a 
welling of tears in her eyes. Barely had she noticed this 
than the trickle overwhelmed the lid of her eye and trickled 
down her cheek, followed by a sudden and unexpected sob. 
Une smiled sympathetically, and this triggered off a sudden 
outbreak of tears and sobs, which Algebra felt had been 
inside her for years. She put her head in her hands, dropping 
Fractal Facts and Friction to the floor with a dull thud. 
She felt a raw wound gape inside her as she shuddered with 
the strength of her feelings of frustrated love and dark 
realism.

Algebra felt an arm around her shoulder and looked up to 
see a naked Une behind her, smiling sympathetically. She 
turned her head and buried it deep into Une's chest, who 
clucked understandingly as Algebra moaned her wordless 
desires and fears. Une stroked her shoulders and allowed 
her hands to wander about the young student's body, 
expertly changing her sobs from ones of despair to 
ones of desire.

It was perhaps inevitable it would result in this, mused 
Algebra, as the two women rolled about on the thick rug in 
front of the gas fire, Une's tongue deep inside her vagina 
(from which Algebra courteously forbore urinating), and 
her own tongue and fingers exploring the caverns of Une's 
cunt. How could a vagina be so large? wondered Algebra, 
whose specialisation had never been biology. Her whole fist, 
and very probably her arm as well, could fit into the 
capacious recesses parted by the elegantly shaped but 
spacious lips. Algebra prised it open with the fingers of 
both hands and pushed her tongue and teeth as deep inside 
as she could. Meanwhile, her own much tighter cunt was 
nibbled and licked and stroked with such expert care 
that despite her misery she came and came again, feeling 
an ecstasy that had been denied her by Dodie and none of 
her other lovers had ever granted her.

And so it was that the two were found, buttocks raised 
above faces and legs stretched out, when Innocence and 
Dodie returned later that night, Dodie quite clearly the 
more enthusiastic about the music of Sigmund Gamma. 

"Well, Innocence, sweetest," Dodie cooed, not at all 
disappointed, "it looks like we'll be spending the night 
together. Une is obviously too wrapped up to offer you her 
company."

Algebra heard Innocence sigh and watched the two lovers' 
bare legs stride out of the living room, leaving her with 
Une. She didn't mind. Somehow she felt that her 
uncharacteristic release of emotion had led to a deeper 
and more satisfactory experience than any amount of 
Dodie's urine could ever provide.

Une soon left, but before Algebra was sure that life could 
return to normal, another friend of her landladies, 
Twelve, found need to stay at the flat. She was 
between being evicted from her last bedsit for fucking too 
many people too loudly and finding a more tolerant 
landlord. Twelve was much more like Dodie in character than 
Innocence, just as Une had been to Innocence, and it was no 
surprise that it was with Dodie she mostly made love. Twelve 
was a skinny freckly girl who wore nothing but a long 
white gown that somehow never managed to hide either her 
breasts or her cunt, and she had a single long strand of hair 
which fell coquettishly from her forehead down over her face 
and onto her shoulder. She had a thick bush of red pubic hair 
fashioned into the shape of a heart and was otherwise waxed 
hairless. It wasn't long until Algebra found herself a toy 
in the two girls' sexual games, while Innocence remained 
seemingly unaware that her lodger was treated with anything 
other than the respect normally accorded to a gifted student 
of mathematics.

Twelve and Dodie often enticed Algebra away from her 
theorems, proofs and topology for sex games which 
occasionally involved pissing, and sometimes rather more 
ordinary sex, but more often involved faeces, spanking and 
bondage. It was only through love of Dodie that she 
allowed herself to be hung by her arms behind her from the 
window while Twelve stuck her arse out of the window 
and let loose long and messy turds over her long hair, 
down her chest and sometimes into her mouth. She 
allowed the two girls to tie her up in excruciating positions 
for hours on end, occasionally enlivened by a brisk 
spanking or even a caning, but mostly just ignored. She 
almost preferred the moments of physical contact, however 
painful and however much it left red and blue blemishes on 
her back and buttocks, to the long hours of sitting or 
standing in constant pain, her mouth muzzled and cords 
digging deep into her wrists or ankles.

However, it was as a result of the greater interest shown 
her by Twelve's arrival that Algebra first had sex with 
Innocence. In all the months she lived in the flat all she 
had known of Innocence's body was its naked presence 
when she was home from work and watching Innocence at 
play with Dodie, Twelve or Une. She had enjoyed watching 
Innocence's prick thrust in and out, back and forth, into 
the girls' dripping vagina, raw and throbbing with passion, 
and then exploding, in a cascade of viscous liquid, as she 
came to a loud and frantic climax. Algebra would let her 
book drop down as Twelve would take Innocence's penis and 
bring out fountain after fountain of semen, and let it 
splash onto her breasts and take globules into her mouth.

Algebra had also watched Innocence in the videos in the 
flat that featured her in a wide variety of sex scenes 
with a matching variety of partners. Her eyes focused 
more on Innocence's beautiful sexy body than those of 
her partners, whether male or female, who took her 
wondrous never-tiring penis into any and all of their 
orifices and revelled in the cascades of semen she 
produced. Algebra sometimes felt a degree of envy for 
these partners who, however brief their acquaintance, 
knew Innocence more intimately than Algebra had 
managed to.

Dodie and Twelve soon found out about Algebra's desires 
on Innocence on those occasions, interspersing the 
humiliation and pain, when they were kind and considerate 
to her, even taking her out with them to night clubs where 
they made love to each other and whoever else they might 
meet (ensuring that Algebra could only ever watch, and 
forced to wear clothes which constrained her too much 
to have any ability to participate).

"Don't worry, Algebra," Twelve said softly, as her piss 
dribbled down Algebra's chin and onto her chest, "we'll 
ensure you get to know Innocence better."

And so it was that while Algebra sat in her bedroom one 
evening reading a book on Number Groups and Vectors, 
she was greeted by a slightly tipsy Innocence and a 
giggling Twelve and Dodie. The three girls had just been 
visiting a few friends of Twelve's and had rather too 
much to drink and smoke, and Innocence had been 
persuaded that what Algebra wanted most in the world was 
to be buggered by her. 

"She doesn't like it the other way," lied Twelve.

"In fact, what she most likes is to have someone shit into 
her mouth!" Dodie supported.

"Algebra's got some pretty strange tastes!" exclaimed 
Innocence, who nonetheless had met and made love with 
enough people of bizarre taste in her professional life not 
to consider this as at all unusual.

"So, why not make a hard-working student happy on the 
eve of her exams!" wickedly goaded Twelve.

Algebra was soon secured to the frame of the bed, her 
buttocks high in the air and her eyes looking directly into 
Twelve's heart-shaped pubes. Dodie pulled Algebra's head 
up so that her mouth pushed directly into Twelve's semen- 
and piss-smelling cunt, while with a little more decorum, 
Innocence plied her tongue at Algebra's anus, lubricating it 
with her saliva and a little cunt juice that despite her 
humiliations Algebra was always able to provide with 
abundance. She knew that despite the way these activities 
hurt and disgusted her they provided her with more sexual 
satisfaction than would less adventurous and more tender 
lovemaking. It was this proclivity of hers that Twelve 
recognised and so ruthlessly exploited. Algebra sensed 
that Twelve got a perverse pleasure from humiliating 
someone who was pursuing her studies with rather more 
diligence than she'd ever done in her student days (before 
dropping out or being expelled, depending on which 
version of her life story Twelve was promoting on any one 
day). The fact that Algebra was more than likely to 
graduate and soon be a professional goaded the girl into 
a pattern of sexual cruelty that with Dodie's own sadistic 
streak became quite obsessive.

Twelve was soon pissing into Algebra's nostrils, mouth and 
eyes, while Dodie wrapped herself around alternately 
Twelve's and Innocence's body. Innocence thrust deeper 
and deeper into an orifice never penetrated before and had 
been left religiously undisturbed by Twelve and Dodie in 
their sex play, presumably to heighten this very experience 
for Algebra as much as possible. The pain was excruciating. 
Algebra's anus was not large and not as lubricated as she 
would have liked. Innocence was too inebriated to 
adistinguish between Algebra's cries of genuine pain and 
those of abandoned passion. This was not assisted by the 
sound of her own cries of pleasure and those of Twelve 
and Dodie. Algebra's body was punished again and again 
with each deep thrust and the cruel slaps from Dodie and 
Twelve on her shit-, piss- and semen-covered face. It 
was too much, and it seemed to go on and on and on and...

Eventually, Algebra lost consciousness. The constant pain 
and pleasure apped something from her. She became giddy and 
flushed, and swooned while Innocence at last transferred 
her penis into her cunt and her arse was now being 
penetrated by a dildo strapped around Twelve's waist. The 
other three continued their passionate lovemaking for many 
more minutes after this, and when she eventually gained 
consciousness she found herself lying in Twelve's embrace. 
The trickle of a tear was coming down Twelve's cheeks, 
while Innocence looked on worriedly.

"Oh Algebra! Algebra! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have. We 
shouldn't have! We've gone too far! Can you forgive us? 
Please say you forgive us!"

Algebra smiled and then swooned away again. She next 
gained consciousness the following day, and found that 
Twelve had somehow metamorphosed from her worst tormentor 
to her most attentive nurse. She also found that, after 
the fever which racked her for several days after, neither 
Twelve nor Dodie attempted again to exploit her weakness 
for the more painful species of sex game. In fact, Twelve 
only touched her from thence in a tender, thoughtful way 
and deliberately avoided any contact with Algebra's 
breasts or cunt. She seemed genuinely remorseful.

"I don't know how you can forgive me. I really don't!" she 
would say, holding Algebra with the same intensity of 
tenderness that she'd earlier expressed in petty torture. "I 
don't know how I can ever be forgiven. Please try to 
believe me when I say I'll never treat you like that again."

Algebra smiled and stroked Twelve's cheek with her hand. 
Was this the same girl? she wondered, as Twelve bowed 
her head down and buried it into Algebra's lap. What had 
Algebra's sufferings been like to trigger such an apparent 
change in Twelve?

Secretively, Algebra had already started looking for another 
flat to live in before Chastity returned into her sister's 
life. She had suffered too much from the treatment 
meted out to her by Dodie and Twelve, and although 
neither girl was now anything other than kind and attentive, 
the damage had been done. She had indulged too much, too 
often and too intensely in forms of sexual behaviour that 
were physically dangerous and not at all salubrious. All 
she wanted to do now was pass her exams and leave the 
painful episode behind her. However, fresh torments were 
to come which she vaguely sensed when she came home from 
university to find Chastity's unfamiliar figure sprawled 
out on the sofa with a smug smile on her face,  being 
addressed uncharacteristically sternly by Innocence who 
was sitting opposite her with an arm around Dodie's 
shoulders.

"And what makes you think you'd be welcome back here?" 
she demanded of her sister, who was dressed in a loose 
white gown rather like Twelve's, with the same inability to 
hide her breasts or vagina, and very short hair. 

"Innocence. Sweetheart. You're my sister! And where else 
am I to go? I can't afford the debts on the flat and there's 
nothing for me in Labia. You can surely put me up for a 
while in Congress while I look for a job and a flat of my 
own? My famous sister and her even more famous prick 
can easily afford to do that."

"It's not a question of affording to keep you, Chastity, and 
well you know it. I don't know how you can have the gall 
to come here!"

However, Chastity eventually won the argument, as 
Algebra knew she would. Innocence was far too 
sympathetic to her sister's plight to do otherwise, although 
she made it abundantly clear that it was only a temporary 
arrangement. Chastity settled in with rather more of an 
attitude of permanence than seemed consistent with this 
claim, and soon the third bedroom became hers. Algebra could 
see Innocence's and Dodie's discomfort with Chastity's 
presence in their flat, but she wasn't at first sure why. 
Certainly, Chastity's self-assertiveness and pushiness were 
a little off-putting, but she was very kind and considerate 
to Algebra. She seemed to show genuine interest in the exotic 
and esoteric branches of mathematics Algebra was engaged in, 
even though her questions were rather naive and showed a 
lack of real understanding. Algebra learnt from Chastity that 
she and her sister had fallen out over a genuine 
misunderstanding regarding a shared relationship with Twelve. 
This seemed quite plausible to Algebra who noted that Twelve 
quite soon left the flat not long after Chastity arrived and 
was reluctant to discuss any past liaisons she'd had. Twelve 
appeared to be genuinely embarrassed about her past with 
Chastity, and in the absence of any contrasting story from 
Dodie and Innocence who kept themselves quite distant from 
their new guest there was no reason for Algebra to suspect 
otherwise.

Algebra soon discovered that Chastity was also a very good 
lover. It was within a few days that her love life was 
immeasurably enhanced by Chastity's impromptu seduction 
which somehow occurred so naturally that it was only 
afterwards that Algebra asked herself how it had 
progressed from such innocent conversation. Algebra 
needed little persuasion to share her bed with Chastity, 
who knew exactly how to bring her orgasm after orgasm as 
she lay back on the bed while Chastity's teeth, tongue and 
hands explored every crevice, every pore, every inch of her 
body. Her passion for Dodie became a distant memory, 
assisted by the distance she maintained now Chastity was 
there. Indeed, her landladies became rather jealous of 
each other, as if keeping a common front against any 
potential assault from Chastity. Algebra developed the 
theory that there might be an incident of incest in the 
two sisters' past that explained the gulf that currently 
existed, although she was sure it probably resulted from 
nothing more than Chastity's rather obvious enthusiasm 
for sex.

Algebra's sympathetic attitude towards Chastity gradually 
changed as her new lover became more adventurous in 
her sex games. When Chastity first pissed on her, Algebra 
was delighted. This was how it was supposed to be! she 
exclaimed to herself. Pissing should come naturally in 
one's sex life. It shouldn't be forced. And how clever of 
Chastity to guess that this was the sort of attention that 
Algebra enjoyed. However, Chastity soon extended her 
repertory of sexual activity to include buggery with a dildo, 
shitting into her mouth, slapping her, beating her with a 
belt, tying her to the back of a chair, and many other such 
activities that she'd thought had been left behind when 
Twelve abandoned them. She was rather more forceful 
with her protests than before. She'd already been through 
all this humiliation. But Chastity ignored her, although 
she readily promised whatever Algebra might demand and 
smiled winningly. Algebra realised that Chastity was just 
too practised in this activity and had correctly gauged her 
as the kind of woman who was drawn to the darker side of 
sexual pleasure.

Chastity began inviting others back home with her and 
Algebra was made to participate in Chastity's sexual games 
with these people as well. Sometimes, it was Algebra who 
was humiliated: tied up and forced to watch as Chastity 
and her new partner fucked away in front of her, 
often to have semen, piss or shit spread over her face and 
body. Sometimes, it was Algebra who participated in the 
humiliation of the guest, although she was coerced to do 
so. And some of the girls and boys Chastity brought back 
were so young! Younger than Algebra's own eighteen years 
that was for sure. They were virtually children, 
bewildered and alarmed at what was being done to them. 
Algebra noticed, however, that there was a certain amount 
of subterfuge to Chastity's introduction of such partners 
into the house. She was told never to inform either 
Innocence or Dodie of who she'd brought back and 
definitely not what they got up to. When Algebra asked 
why, she was told it was to prevent any 'misunderstanding'; 
though Algebra wasn't at all sure why Chastity should be 
so concerned when Dodie and Twelve were not that much 
better.

It was with some relief that Algebra announced to 
Innocence one evening that she'd found a flat to share with 
two final year students from her university. She explained 
that she thought that it would be better for her to share with 
other students and not be distracted by people who had 
other things to do with their lives. Innocence tried to find 
out where Algebra was going to stay and nodded sadly 
when Algebra said she didn't want to pass that information 
on.

"It's because of my sister, isn't it? You don't want her 
following you when you leave. Has she been treating you 
that badly?"

Algebra nodded and burst into tears. She buried her 
naked body into Innocence's breasts and cried 
voluminously and unselfconsciously. Innocence coaxed the 
girl into her bed and they were soon making love which 
she performed with a tenderness and attention to detail 
much like it was at first with Chastity. Algebra looked in 
awe at Innocence's powerful penis thrusting deep inside 
her, while so intimately connected to such a beautiful and 
feminine body. She bent her head back and let loose a long 
and powerful cry.

"So tell me," said Innocence, as she and Algebra lay on the 
bed-sheets after Algebra was exhausted by passion, "what 
has my sister been doing? What has she been making you do?"

Algebra looked down shyly at Innocence's limp penis 
between her legs and reached out a hand to stroke it. She 
continued stroking it, gently persuading it to a stubborn 
erection while hesitantly detailing all she had observed and 
participated in, noticing Innocence's confused mixture of 
approbation and sexual pleasure at the events she 
described.

"My sister's a monster!" Innocence exclaimed. "She mustn't 
stay under this roof for a moment longer. Tomorrow she 
has to get out, whatever excuses she might have!"  




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