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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Thirty Six (36/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFf)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 36 of 36
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Short Summary: Innocence enjoys the rewards of her fame.
 

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 is making a fortune through her career in sex cinema. 



Chapter Thirty Six
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In Which the virtues of Innocence are spread throughout 
the world and are prominent in Congress; Innocence and 
Virtue are conjoined, old friends are reunited and Chastity 
is resolved to the service of Innocence.



Innocence found that her fame brought with it not only the 
material rewards which meant she was able to exchange 
her  Congress flat for a country mansion; but also the cost 
of selling her virtues through the media. In actual fact, it 
was a cost Innocence found that she rather enjoyed. She 
became accustomed to interviews for publications 
such as Cavalier and Silver Shadow, but also to more 
mainstream publications where although sex might be mentioned 
it was not their main raison d'etre. Everyone was fascinated 
by a girl like her who possessed both feminine beauty and 
masculine assets.

There were also the interviews on Television and on the 
Internet. Some of these focused primarily on the exotic and 
pornographic, but some were designed for a more general 
audience. It was a pleasure to be interviewed and not have 
sex with the interviewers or, even, to display the asset 
for which she was most famous. The interviews took place in 
the studios and sets of the movies in which she starred, or 
in the studio of the television program interviewing her. In 
one memorable instance, the interview took place in the 
grounds of her newly purchased mansion where she could 
show off the many rooms she owned and the spacious gardens 
that surrounded it. She sat in the pagoda by the river that 
flowed through her garden, near the small forest that came 
with the land and by the statue-lined pathway that led to 
her front door. It was a delight to show off her new-found 
wealth, and the luxury of having servants to tend to all 
those chores she used to hate and usually neglected.

The pinnacle of her fame, however, was to interviewed on 
the late night talk and sex show, Frances Carmen, 
presented by the eponymous interviewer, a privilege only 
extended to the truly famous. Frances was famous for her 
sympathetic interview style and the skill with which she 
cajoled sexual rewards from her interviewees. She was 
even more famous for her skills at the erotic arts, which 
daily drew a larger audience to her show than any other 
program of its kind. It was not as if she were the only 
interviewer in this genre, Michaela Parquet, Dora Evelyn 
Mayle and Loretta Cinders all had similar shows on which 
Innocence had previously appeared, but this, Innocence 
knew, was the climax and one which, in itself, would 
generate the media attention she increasingly craved and 
relished.

She dressed her very best for the show, in a sexy outfit 
that revealed the flesh of her thighs, waist and shoulders, 
but discreetly hid her bosom and, of course, her penis. 
These would have to be revealed later. She even agreed to 
wear a pair of high stiletto heels which she spent many 
hours pacing up and down to ensure that their unfamiliarity 
would not result in an embarrassing fall as she tottered into 
the studio. She sat in the waiting area with Leon, her agent, 
waiting for Frances Carmen to introduce her. There had 
already been two other guests. There was Sooty Cunt, a 
black sex actress famous for her skills in deep-throating, a 
skill she was more than happy to display with the other 
guest, Chummy Chucker, a male porn star famous for the 
quantity of come he so easily dispensed. There were also 
small sketches starring Frances' co-presenter, Hank E. 
Staines, which almost invariably involved at the very least 
nudity and, in the final sketch, a brief interlude of 
cunnilingus.

And then, it was Innocence's time to appear, which she did 
initially quite nervously, striding across the podium to the 
desk where Frances sat, cheerfully acknowledging the 
cheers and whoops of the studio audience. She descended 
onto the sofa with a broad grin over her face, waving at the 
most excitable members of the audience, and then turned 
towards Frances who directed a warm and ever so slightly 
sensuous smile at her.

The interview began with the usual promotion of the films 
she was currently in, and then some more general questions 
about stars that appeared in her film. An opportunity was 
given for her to relate a brief anecdote about some 
embarrassing on-set disasters the telling of which 
Innocence had still not properly mastered. Nonetheless, the 
audience laughed appreciatively and Innocence felt she 
could now relax as the interview proper began.

"You have your own magazine as well, don't you?" asked 
Frances, picking up a copy of her publication. "It's called 
Innocence, though there's nothing innocent in its 
contents. It's won several awards in the industry and 
it's now the second biggest selling sex magazine. Only 
Cavalier is read by more people and even that's a 
magazine you're no stranger to."

"Indeed not," smiled Innocence. "It was an honour to 
appear in it. And even more of an honour to have sex with 
the Cavalier Pet of the Year. That's a day I won't forget in a 
hurry."

"I can't imagine you would," agreed Frances, who of course 
herself had a similar honour. "What a girl! And she does so 
many good things for charity too. But returning to 
Innocence. That's a magazine that's come into its own in 
recent editions. I know you were very brave to experiment 
in one edition with more artistic concerns, but it's now a 
much more mainstream magazine. Is that how you would 
prefer it to be?"

"I am always led by my readership and of course my loyal 
fans. It's they who have made me what I am and I owe 
them a duty to give them what they want. Without them, I 
would be nothing."

"Well, not nothing, Innocence dear. Not with what you 
have to offer the world!" There were whoops from the 
audience. "Of which we shall see more later!" A 
spontaneous applause. "You've now left Congress, I 
believe. And live in the Country. I take it you enjoy the 
escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city."

"I don't see it as an escape, more an opportunity to be more 
myself. Nothing beats the feel of country air on my skin or 
of grass between my toes."

"Very poetic. Are you making more movies in the Country, 
then?"

"I may. I may. I might even make films at the house I've 
just bought."

"Yes, we all saw that in Stars in Their Boudoirs. That must 
have been a joy to make. Though what do you think of 
Vanessa Venus? She's some woman, isn't she?"

Vanessa was the woman who presented the show. She was 
famous not only for the range and depth of her sexual 
predilections, but also for the fact that she was quite a large 
woman: plump with enormous breasts. Innocence had 
genuinely enjoyed making love to a woman whose flesh, 
like that of Blanche, she was able to sink into. "She's some 
lover, too!" Innocence agreed. "I thought her cunt was 
going to swallow me whole!"

"If her breasts didn't smother you to death first!" chuckled 
Frances. "But, seriously, we've got Vanessa on the show in 
a couple of weeks. That's another woman I just can't wait 
to get my tongue into!" The audience joyfully whooped in 
anticipation. "But, you've been associated with other 
famous people of some notoriety, like Honore L'Oeuf, the 
child sex writer. Has it ever troubled you that she's gained 
so much bad press?"

Innocence blanched. But she'd been warned that her 
friendship with the authoress would come up in the 
interview. "I think Honore's been much misunderstood."

"It doesn't worry you that she has been blamed for child 
rape and advocating child-adult incest?"

"Honore writes for children. Not for adults. I don't think 
she can be considered responsible for the unpleasant 
behaviour of some adults. I think she's as shocked as 
anyone by all this adverse media attention."

"Well, we'll find out. She'll be a guest of mine next week, 
and we'll see what she has to say. Now, you are famous for 
the variety of films you've been in. Is there any aspect of 
this of which you are especially proud?"

Innocence hesitated. She wasn't at all sure she was at all 
proud of the anal intercourse, coprophilia, child sex or 
multiple partner sex she was so often filmed enjoying. Was 
there anything at all she was proud of? She couldn't very 
well claim to be proud to have performed in some of Honore's 
films.

Frances could see that Innocence wasn't sure what to say, 
so she prompted her with a smile. "Many of your films 
feature men and women of what could be indelicately 
known as being of ethnic origin. Do you see your films as 
promoting love between the races?"

Innocence reflected on her passionate love affairs with 
Kedi and Purity. "I can't claim to have made much of a 
contribution towards the causes of racial equality or black 
rights, but it's undoubtedly true that I have loved people of 
different racial origins as much, if not sometimes more, 
than those of the same race as myself. I only wish I 
could do more to further the causes of understanding and 
racial tolerance in our society. It's undeniable that much 
more needs to be done."

Frances could see that the interview was straying away 
from the light and frivolous subjects for which most people 
watched her show. "You are also famous for furthering 
tolerance of sexual minorities. Not just gays, transsexuals 
and hermaphrodites, but also people of some very bizarre 
sexual tastes."

"Well, I've been in a few piss films, but to be honest they're 
not really my favourites. I don't deny people their need to 
express their love by urination or bestiality or whatever, 
but it's not what I most enjoy doing and not what I do in my 
own private sex-life."

"Do you draw any line as to what kind of sex you wouldn't 
like to advocate? Or is there anything you just wouldn't 
condone?"

"Anything, whether accidental or deliberate, that involves 
coercion is wrong," Innocence mused. She felt slightly 
guilty though. She knew that her private life had not been 
wholly innocent of sexual predation and she was reluctant 
for the conversation to turn to some of her films. She could 
argue that people often agreed to appear in films to do 
things they didn't really enjoy just to make money, but the 
Frances Carmen Show wasn't really the place to 
present such arguments.

"And prostitution? Do you think that's a good thing to 
promote?"

"It's a career," answered Innocence diplomatically, "which 
if you enter willingly is surely no worse than what either 
you or I do, Frances."

It was time for Frances to blanche, but she recovered so 
quickly that Innocence wasn't sure that the camera would 
even have noticed her brief lapse. "But you so clearly enjoy 
making films. I've rarely seen a sex star enjoy herself so 
much."

"When it's good, it's very very good."

"And what do you do when you're not performing? Do you 
go to night clubs and hang out with the glitterati, if you 
don't mind the obvious pun?"

"Not especially. I'm a very private person really. I make 
films. I enjoy making them and I'm very lucky in having 
an agent, Leon, who represents me well. He ensures that 
what I have, I use to its best advantage."

"And let's see what that is!" announced Frances, standing 
up and making her way towards Innocence. She revealed 
herself as wearing nothing from below the silk blouse she 
wore and approached Innocence with obvious intent. 

This obviously marked the second half of the interview, 
where Innocence was ceremoniously disrobed to the 
obvious delight of the audience: who whooped and cheered 
as Frances persuaded Innocence to full and urgent erection. 
Within minutes, Innocence and Frances were both fully 
unclothed, except for the stilettos and bracelets and 
sensuously made love together on live television. 
Innocence smiled at the audience in paroxysms of delight 
at their evident appreciation and the appreciation she was 
sure was shared by the television audience at home. Her 
penis was soon inside Frances' well-trimmed cunt and she 
thrust in and out in unfeigned passion imagining herself 
sharing a vagina enjoyed by so many of the rich and 
famous. When she came, which she did expertly and with 
perfect timing and rhythm, she could barely believe she 
was able to produce so much sperm. Globules of it soared 
through the air, onto Frances' breasts and onto the studio 
sofa, while the audience cheered and applauded, amazed to 
see in real life such an unusual, if not unique, display of 
tele-ejaculation.

Much as Innocence enjoyed living in the country in the 
mansion she'd been so proud to show Vanessa Venus, she 
still retained her flat in Congress. It was there she was 
able to easily keep her engagements with publishers, 
film-makers, accountants and lawyers. It was also easier 
to keep in touch with her friends, who she still treasured 
above anyone else, however famous or well-connected.

Amongst the friends whose company she most enjoyed was 
Purity who she loved dearly. The two of them frequently 
met in town whenever they could, and would make love in 
Innocence's flat. Although Innocence often thought about 
it, she didn't wish her best friend to become her lover. 
Purity, in anycase, considered such relationships to be 
bourgeois and possessive, and much preferred her freedom. 
But it was while sitting with Purity in a cafe that Innocence 
once again met Twelve.

At first she didn't recognise the girl who had once again 
changed her appearance. She wore a very large hat with a 
drooping feather on a frame that was clothed in a large red 
shawl which when parted revealed that she wore nothing 
underneath, except a pair of laced ankle-high boots and a 
flower whose stem was embedded in her shaven vagina. 
Her freckled face was scrubbed clean and her eyebrows 
were shaved to a mere line above her eyes. She was sitting 
by herself and looking rather miserable.

"Are you alright, Twelve dear?" Innocence asked walking 
over to Twelve's table. "Would you like to join us?"

Twelve smiled sadly and, curiously reserved, joined 
Innocence and Purity on the table under a cafe umbrella 
facing onto the grand plaza in the centre of Congress. 

"What's wrong, Twelve?"

"Nothing," sniffed Twelve.

"That can't be true. You're normally pretty cheerful."

"Well, you're the cheerful one now, Innocence. I saw you 
on the Frances Carmen Show. There's no doubt that 
you've got a lot to be happy about."

Innocence couldn't deny that. Fame and fortune was clearly 
agreeing with her. But she was still concerned for her 
friend. "Come on, Twelve, what's wrong?"

It took a while to persuade her, and several glasses of wine, 
but Twelve eventually confessed that she had just  
finished her relationship with Gryphon, who she'd met on 
the set of a pornographic film she'd starred in, and was 
feeling the pain of separation rather more acutely than 
she'd ever imagined. "We didn't stay together for long 
though. I'm not really what she wanted. She was obsessed 
with children and she was always bringing prostitutes back 
to the flat. We hardly had sex just the two of us together."

Innocence confessed to Twelve that she too had recently 
suffered the pain of separation from Dodie, although it was 
clear to her, and also to Twelve, that there was less pain 
in their separation than Twelve was suffering. Innocence 
felt genuinely touched to see a girl like Twelve, who so 
enjoyed promiscuous sex, in a state of such romantic loss. 
Inevitably, her compassion for Twelve soon expressed itself 
in lovemaking which they partook in Innocence's opulent 
Congress apartment. 

Innocence had forgotten how much she'd enjoyed making 
love to Twelve. She felt guilty that she'd not appreciated 
the girl's erotic skills more and had left her so easily. 
Perhaps it was because of Twelve's vulnerability or 
perhaps it was the circumstances of the two girls being on 
the rebound, but soon their passion evolved into something 
more permanent. Even though Twelve clearly enjoyed her 
lengthy and passionate lovemaking with Innocence, she was 
still suffering from the pain of her separation from 
Gryphon.

It was after a particularly heated session, - in which Twelve 
had fucked Innocence with a massive dildo that seemed so 
incongruous on her slim pale frame, and Innocence had 
fucked Twelve so frantically that she found small traces of 
blood on the tip her glans, - that Twelve confessed how she 
felt she was such a hypocrite with regards to sexual 
matters.

"I always thought I could keep emotion out of my sex life. I 
never thought I could ever fall in love with anyone. Least 
of all someone like Gryphon. She's not exactly a fashion 
matinee. And she's so old as well! I sometimes wish I was 
just some kind of sex machine. I just wish I could fuck and 
fuck and enjoy fucking and just have no feelings at all!"

"I'm not sure that's such a good thing," mused Innocence, 
stroking Twelve's small breasts with her fingers, enjoying 
the surprising stiffness of her nipples.

"You've been so lucky, Innocence, with all your lovers. 
There was Kedi, Dodie, Leon, Purity, and that funny girl 
into theatre..."

"Mouse. I don't know what's happened to her..."

"All these lovers. All different ages, all different sexes, all 
different classes, all different races. You really are the 
luckiest woman in the world. And to top it all..."

Twelve left unspoken what she thought topped it all, but 
her hand grasped the obvious object of her contemplation 
and massaged it in ever-increasingly urgent strokes into 
erection and eventual ejaculation.

Innocence was happy to believe that her interview on the 
Frances Carmen Show represented the peak of her 
career, but she was both flattered and astonished to 
receive an invitation from the town of Sauterelle in Brook 
who had recognised the former resident as a worthy 
recipient of the key to the town, an honour not often 
awarded. At first, Innocence thought it was a practical joke 
or even just a mistake, but further confirmation arrived 
from a town representative who visited her and Twelve at 
her country mansion. 

"There can't be very many distinguished people who've 
ever lived in Sauterelle if I'm being honoured like this," 
commented Innocence to the minor official as he stood 
nervously on the veranda. He didn't reply, but she and 
Twelve suspected that the real reason for her being so 
celebrated was to attract some of the attention which 
naturally went to Innocence to the small and mostly 
unremarkable town, and perhaps to increase the number of 
visitors to Brook who might wish to come that way.

Twelve accompanied Innocence on the journey, dressed in 
just a broad brimmed straw hat and a pair of elegant laced 
shoes. Innocence chose to be fully dressed herself: she still 
felt nervous about displaying her unusual assets, even 
granted that very few people who recognised her would be 
ignorant of what was hidden under the long feminine 
dress she wore. Innocence hired a limousine to carry the 
two lovers into Brook, giving her the opportunity to see 
places she'd never seen before and to stop at places on the 
way.

There were many sights of interest in the Brook region. 
Tall mountains, clear water lakes, deciduous and 
coniferous forests, and many monuments to past glories. 
They visited the splendid war memorial of Meurtre; sat in 
the shade of the ancient stone temple at Grenouille; 
wandered through the splendid gardens of Champignon; 
and gazed over the valleys from the hillside restaurant at 
Saucisson. 

It wouldn't do for Innocence to go so far without also 
visiting Divin where she had first visited Brook. She 
wondered as she walked gingerly through the streets 
whether anyone who'd seen her then in her nun's habit 
would recognise her as the same girl. Her hair was much 
longer, now flowing over her shoulders, but not yet as 
long as before she took holy orders. She sighed on the 
reflection that it was possible that her hair would never 
again be so long.

The time spent at Sauterelle was tiring and exhausting. 
There were not only the honorary lunches and speeches, 
but everyone from the town wanted the opportunity to make 
love with Innocence: however briefly and irrespective of 
the number of people with whom they had to share the 
privilege. The door to the room Innocence was allocated 
in the Mayor's town house was forever open and all sorts 
of local dignitaries and townspeople queued up to fuck or 
be fucked by either Innocence or Twelve. And in some 
cases both activities by both girls.

The mayor and his wife took especial care of the two girls: 
happily joining in the frolics and sharing the honour of 
Innocence's visit. His arse was sore and so was his wife's 
after a particularly gruelling session where something like 
ten people crowded onto the large bed where Innocence and 
Twelve spent most of the time. He leaned over towards 
Innocence and smiled through his moustachioed mouth, 
relishing the smell of her skin and tenderly stroking his 
own raw red member. His wife was still being fucked by 
Twelve who although she didn't wear a dildo as a fashion 
accessory any more had no difficulty in applying it in sex.

"The greatest honour you can bestow me before you leave," 
he announced with some hesitancy, "would be to relieve 
my darling daughter of her virginity. She's come of age, but 
she has still never been fucked. It is a matter of some 
considerable anxiety for my wife and me, and one which we 
are reluctant, for religious reasons, to resolve ourselves. 
But in such a delicate matter, I would prefer if she had a 
private session with you. By which I don't exclude your 
darling friend but which I would prefer that no one else 
from our town should also indulge in."

Innocence considered this thoughtfully. Virtue was a 
pleasant young girl whose naked body she had often 
admired, but she could see that she was painfully shy as 
she blinked at the world through the very thick glasses she 
wore. But Twelve persuaded her that it was even her duty 
to assent, so she did but only after the reassurance that 
Virtue was happy to relieve her virginity to her.

Virtue was later escorted into the bedroom by her mother 
after all the other guests had departed, wearing only her 
glasses which Twelve persuaded her to remove. "But I'm 
nearly blind without them," she complained.

"It's what you feel, not what you see, that matters," smiled 
Twelve kissing the girl on the lips.

Virtue recoiled slightly, stood back against the door and 
looked as if she were just about to leave, but Twelve kissed 
her again and trailed her hands down Virtue's slim frame. 
"We promise we'll be kind," she insisted. "It's your first 
time. We will respect your body and you can be sure that 
we won't hurt you more than necessary."

She gently led Virtue towards the bed and eased her onto 
the sheets where Innocence lay demurely and naked. Her 
penis trailed over her thigh and she gently stroked one of 
her breasts. Virtue lay down nervously and giggled 
as much from fear as anticipation. "Please don't hurt me," 
she insisted, as she lay on her back, between the 
two girls who started stroking her torso and breasts 
tenderly and gently.

They continued their gentle caressing for nearly a full half 
hour, allowing Virtue to feel comfortable and only 
gradually moving their attention from her face, breasts, 
arms and navel, towards her tight unsullied vagina. It was 
Twelve who took the lips of Virtue's vulva in her teeth and 
entered the sweet-smelling entrance with her tongue. "The 
folds are so perfect. It's like a door which has never been 
opened," she commented. "Oh, Innocence! Have you ever 
seen a cunt so smooth and intact?"

Innocence moved down to join Twelve between Virtue's 
legs. She grunted slightly, but in truth this was not an 
exceptional sight to her. She had often seen vaginas as 
undamaged as Virtue's and had frequently been the first to 
breech the initially reluctant defences. The two girls' 
tongues licked and chewed at Virtue's vagina, feeling it 
gradually moisten as she lost more and more of her 
nervousness and began to enjoy the feel of saliva and teeth 
on the most tender of all her flesh.

And, then, when the juices began lubricating Virtue and 
both Twelve and Innocence could easily enter without 
causing her pain and only causing her pleasure, Innocence 
entered in truth. Her penis had been stimulated by the slow 
lovemaking to its fullest size, stiff and powerful: the glans 
rock-hard and the veins throbbing visibly through the pink 
skin. Virtue gasped and the gasped again as Innocence's 
penis eased itself ever deeper into the entrance. Her gasps 
were short and frantic and passionate and wholly 
spontaneous. Her eyes rolled madly, her breasts shone with 
a thin sheen of sweat, and her gasps became louder, more 
intense, more uncontrolled. And then exploded in full-
throated cries as Innocence thrust in and out smoothly and 
rhythmically, while Twelve paid due attention with her 
tongue and fingers to the other erogenous zones. Her ears 
were nibbled, her eyebrows licked, her nipples tweaked, 
her arse stroked. 

And then Innocence withdrew her still erect penis pulling 
out with it a puddle of blood, some adhering to the glans. 
Then, after a few exploratory pokings from Twelve's and 
her own fingers, she launched its purple length slowly and 
gradually into Virtue's arse, fulfilling the whole of the 
mayor's urgent requests. Virtue shuddered and shivered and 
sweated and writhed as she now truly and in every sense 
joined the ranks of the initiated.

It was while relaxing on the bed, comforting the newly 
deflowered Virtue, that they received a most unexpected 
visitor. Une glided into the room trailed by an anxious 
official, fully naked and carrying with her a small statuette. 
She hovered above the bed smiling and grinning.

"I hoped I'd see you here," she announced. "And in such 
delightful company," she added smiling at Virtue. "But I 
can't stay long. Leon asked me to see you to present you 
with this..."

She held aloft the silver statuette of a naked woman with 
long flowing hair and an erect penis. Innocence looked at 
it with trepidation. It was a beautiful figurine and only 
slowly did she become aware that the figurine was of her.

"What's this?" she asked, sitting up, her penis still clasped 
by Virtue's tiny fist, who blinked and squinted at the 
woman in front of them.

"You've been awarded the Coq d'Or for your services to the 
Erotic Arts," Une announced proudly.

Innocence gasped in delight. This was the premier award in 
the erotic industry only given to exceptional individuals 
and usually presented by a head of state or prominent 
celebrity. She took it from Une's hands and held it in her 
own. It weighed more than she'd imagined, and was as precise 
a model of her body as it was possible in such a precious 
metal. It shone and glittered in the light of the sun as it 
poured through the open window of her bedroom.

"It was awarded to you a couple of days ago in Congress, 
but, of course, you had a prior engagement, here in 
Sauterelle, so Leon sent me to collect the award on your 
behalf. I had to give an acceptance speech, and was kissed 
by the president who was presenting it. What do you think? 
It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh, Une! It's far more than I deserve. It's the loveliest 
thing I've ever seen!"

Une sat on the bed by the three girls and absentmindedly 
stroked Virtue who seemed just as overwhelmed by the 
honour.

"I can't stay long," she announced. "Alice and I are off to 
the Orient together on a plane this evening, and I don't 
wish to miss that."

"Alice?" queried Innocence.

"My lover," smiled Une. "With her, I no longer need so 
many men and so many penises. But here you are in Brook, 
where you have so often been happy. And with this 
young girl..." She kissed Virtue full on the lips who was 
somewhat startled to be joined by yet another amorous 
woman so soon after her initiation. But something inside 
her gave way and with a sudden burst of passion, her 
mouth widened, her tongue emerged and she joined her 
lips onto Une's.

And so Innocence's pleasure at receiving the revered Coq 
d'Or was further enhanced as she and Twelve and Une and 
Virtue passionately engaged each other in hours of 
lovemaking. Virtue's vagina and anus were re-penetrated, 
not only by Innocence, but also by Twelve's ever reliable 
dildo. Une's capacious cunt took in both Twelve's well-
lubricated dildo and Innocence's stiff and excitable penis. 
She lay back with Virtue nibbling her ivory white skin, 
with Twelve's freckled face in her own and Innocence 
towering above: her penis thrusting in and out rubbing 
against Twelve's dildo in the caverns of Une's vagina, 
occasionally allowing it to slip out and into the 
tighter but still welcome depths of her arse.

Innocence was sure she had now achieved all she had ever 
wanted. She had fortune. She had fame. And in the form of 
the statuette of the Coq d'Or she had also gained respect. 
She also had love in the form of dear Twelve. And as she 
was driven back home through the lanes and roads of Brook, 
admiring the beautiful green meadows, she was sure she 
had everything. But still there was something not quite 
complete in her otherwise perfect life.

The object of her dissatisfaction became obvious when she 
arrived at her mansion to find Chastity waiting for her in 
the reception area. Her heart shuddered. Her sister! She 
looked at Twelve urgently. What did Chastity want? Was 
she going to ruin her moment of glory and joy?

Chastity was dressed curiously modestly. In fact, rather 
drably. She wore flat white shoes with scuff-marks on the 
toes, a blouse with several buttons missing and a pair of 
trousers secured by a plastic belt. Her hair was tied back 
and she had a small pencil-thin scar on her smudged cheek 
Innocence had never seen before. She stood up nervously, 
her hands clasped in front of her and a sickly smile on 
her face. She faced Innocence with disarming modesty.

"Innocence. I know what you're thinking. And I can 
understand. And I deserve what you think. But, please, 
Innocence, you are my very last hope?"

"Chastity! I know what you're like. Within a few hours 
you'll start playing your perverted little games with 
innocent girls, abusing them and abusing my hospitality. 
Although it pains me to say so, I'd much rather you left." 
She turned to Twelve. "Don't you agree?"

Twelve looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Chastity is your 
sister," she said in defence of her one-time lover.

"And I've changed. Truly I have," pleaded Chastity. "And 
you are the last person I can turn to. Since I last saw you 
my life has been a continuous downspin. And, yes, I know. 
It's all been my fault. I've just not been able to keep my life 
in any sort of balance. I've seduced innocent young girls 
and boys. I've submitted them to my most perverse 
fantasies. But I've suffered as well. I became addicted to 
drugs. I prostituted myself to get them. I also became very 
ill. In fact, now, I don't think I'm even able to ? even able 
to ?"

She burst suddenly into tears, and collapsed onto the floor. 
She tore her blouse open to show her breasts and pulled up 
her skirt to reveal her untidy vagina. "I've met others far 
more perverse than me. I allowed them to abuse me. While 
standing on the streets selling my body to the most 
disgusting men. I began injecting myself to keep up my 
drug habit. Look at the scars on my arms and down here," 
she indicated a ragged mass of sores around her crotch. 
"And then I found that I was ill. I had pus swelling out of 
my cunt, my whole body erupted in shivers and I just 
couldn't stop spewing up. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stay 
awake. I needed drugs. And the only way I could get them 
was by selling my body. And most of what I made from 
that was for my drug dealers. And when I didn't make 
enough I was beaten. My nose was broken. My arse was 
brutally penetrated. And I erupted in these horrid boils. I 
lost everything. I had no clothes, I had no dignity, and now 
I'm not sure that I could ever... ever..." 

Chastity sobbed uncontrollably. And then compulsively 
ripped all her clothes off, so she lay naked and helpless on 
the floor. "I need help!" she cried. "I need drugs. But I can't 
afford them. All I can do to get drugs is have sex. And now 
I'm so sore and ill, it just hurts me. And I don't enjoy it 
anymore. It just disgusts me. I force myself to have sex, 
and because I look so ill... and thin... and wretched... 
Because I look like the kind of junkie I am, I get the worst 
and poorest clients. I hate what they do to me. And I think 
they only have sex with me because they hate me... and 
Innocence .. I didn't want to come back... and can you. Can 
you. Ever. Forgive me?"

Chastity slumped to the floor in a foetal position. 
Innocence gazed at her wretched misery. She glanced at 
Twelve, who she could see was weeping herself. She found 
that she too was weeping. Her sister was truly emaciated. 
Her cheeks were sunken, her breasts had lost almost all 
their body, and her stomach was far too tight to be in any 
sense healthy. What could she do?

"Do you mean you no longer enjoy sex?"

Chastity sniffed. "It's love I need now. Not sex. Oh! 
Innocence. Please forgive me. Forgive me for all the times 
I took advantage of you. Forgive me for the many others 
who I..."

"But as soon as you're well, you'll be just like before. 
You'll bring people back and fuck them. And piss and shit 
on them. And beat them. I know you. You could never 
change."

Chastity sniffed, and burst into more sobs. The sobs erupted 
into a full-throated cry. And then she lay flat on the ground, 
tears streaming down a face made ugly by misery. She tried 
pulling herself up on one hand, but failed and slumped back on 
the ground, her ragged torn clothes about her. Innocence 
noticed with a wince that some of Chastity's sores were 
pustulating and that she had nasty red and brown bruises on her 
back. And wasn't that the faint sign of a welt just above her 
buttocks?

Despite the sores and despite the revulsion she felt for 
them and her embarrassment and the degree of her sister's 
humiliation, she bent down to the floor and lifted her sister 
up into her arms. She held Chastity close to her bosom.

"You are my sister. I love you. I shall always love you. I 
don't care whether I ever make love to you again, but I can 
express my love by helping you. I know that I'm blessed. I 
have everything I could possibly want. I may be a freak but 
I no longer care. In fact, I actually quite like it." She 
brushed a tear from her cheek, and tenderly placed a kiss 
on her sister's cheek, aware for the first time just how 
crooked her nose now was. "I'll look after you. I'll help 
you. After all, in some way, for which I should really be 
grateful, it's partly you who's made me what I am now. And 
without you, maybe I would never have learnt to express 
myself. But now it's my opportunity to forgive you and 
help you towards recovery. And maybe one day you can 
share the happiness of which I now have so much."




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