Innocence Lost Ch 02
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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 came to conclude that her brief love affair with Dodie had finished almost before it had begun, and resigned herself to her studies as a means of keeping her mind off her continued passion. Her assumption may well have proved to be true, but events interceded. An old lover of Innocence’s, Une, had arrived in Congress and had decided to stay in the flat with them.
Algebra was attracted to Une, although she was much older than anyone whom 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 the fashions of the city. She soon re-established her intimacy with Innocence, showing rather more modesty than Dodie by restricting her lovemaking to the bedroom. Dodie was clearly not at all delighted by this intercession in her love life, and particularly in the way she was excluded from participating in it in any form at all. Despite Innocence’s occasional sexual activities with her lover, these were clearly 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 and hoped that Dodie’s apparent frustration would be relieved on her ever-waiting self.
Her hopes were eventually rewarded, but Algebra sensed that Dodie’s lovemaking was almost certainly 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 which was soon supplemented by a more solid and horribly smelly alternative. Algebra didn’t really 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 which somehow drinking urine never provoked. Although superficially her desire for lovemaking with Dodie was being satisfied there seemed to be very 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 which 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 particularly likely. Une was reading a rather thick hardback book which seemed to be several centuries old and was turning the pages from right to left on occasion. 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 the meantime in a book of attractors and fractals, and paused on occasion to muse on the more bizarre conclusions that the author was deriving from the various equations.
It was on one such occasion that Algebra caught sight of Une who was studying her with a certain amount of curiosity. Algebra looked across and wondered if Une’s interest might not have been stimulated by her nudity, which seemed quite strange contrasted with the long white dress Une wore. Une smiled back.
‘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,’ mused Une. ‘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 that 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 suddenly triggered off a sudden outbreak of tears and sobs, which Algebra felt had been inside her for years and just then felt the need to be expressed. 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 soon 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 area of 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 being nibbled and licked and stroked with such expert care that despite her misery she came and came again, feeling an ecstasy that had always been denied her by Dodie and which none of her other lovers had ever achieved.
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, clearly 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 slightly, and watched the two lovers’ bare legs stride out of the living room, leaving her with Une, but really not caring. 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 could feel sure that life could return to normal, another friend of her landladies, Twelve, found need to stay at the flat while she was between being evicted from her last bedsit for fucking too many people too loudly and finding a more tolerant landlord. Twelve was clearly much more like Dodie in character than Innocence, just as Une had been to Innocence, and it came as no surprise that it was with Dodie that most of her lovemaking took place. Twelve was a skinny freckly girl who wore nothing but a long white gown which somehow never succeeded in hiding either her breasts nor 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
extremely hairless. It wasn’t long until Algebra found herself as just a toy in the two girls’ sexual games, while Innocence remained, it seemed, quite unaware that her lodger was treated with anything other than the respect normally accorded to a gifted student of mathematics.
Twelve and Dodie would often entice 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 had 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 either Dodie or latterly Twelve or Une. She had enjoyed watching Innocence’s prick thrust in and out, back and forth, into the girls’ dripping vagina, the head of it 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 various films that she had in the flat which 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 engagement, seemed to know 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 would make 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 that you get to know Innocence better.’
And so it was that while Twelve 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 out to visit a few friends of Twelve’s and had 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 tastes in her professional life not to consider this as at all unusual in itself.
‘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 face looking directly into Twelve’s heart-shaped cunt. 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 less adventurous and more tender lovemaking would, and it was this proclivity of hers that Twelve had recognised from her own experience and so ruthlessly exploited. Algebra also sensed that somehow Twelve got a perverse kind of 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 be a graduate and soon a professional somehow as remote from Twelve’s own life of hedonistic abandon as could be imagined, appeared to goad 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 and Innocence thrust deeper and deeper into an orifice which had never been penetrated before and had indeed 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 that large and was not as fully lubricated as she would have liked. Innocence was too inebriated herself to really appreciate the difference between Algebra’s cries of genuine pain and those of abandoned passion. This was not assisted by her own cries of pleasure and those of Twelve and Dodie. Algebra’s body felt punished again and again with each deep thrust and the cruel slaps from Dodie and Twelve on her shit-, piss- and semen-covered face and Twelve’s sharp nips on her nipples and shoulders. It seemed almost too much, and it seemed to go on and on and on and …
Eventually, Algebra lost consciousness. The constant pain and pleasure had sapped something from her. She had become giddy and flushed, and swooned while Innocence had 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 arms who was looking down at her face with apparent concern. A 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 being her worst tormentor to being 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 very tender, thoughtful way and deliberately avoided any contact with Algebra’s breasts or cunt. She seemed to be 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 strok
ed 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 of the girls were now anything other than kind and attentive, the damage had been done. She felt that she had indulged too much, too often and too intensely in forms of sexual behaviour which were physically dangerous and not at all salubrious. All she wanted to do now was to 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, 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 had become quite clearly her own. Algebra could see Innocence’s and Dodie’s discomfort with Chastity’s presence in their flat, but she wasn’t at first sure at all why. Certainly, Chastity’s self-assertiveness and her 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 that Algebra was engaged in, even though her questions were rather naïve and showed a lack of real understanding. Algebra got to learn from Chastity that she and her sister had fallen out over a genuine misunderstanding regarding a shared relationship with Twelve, and this seemed quite plausible to Algebra who noted that Twelve had quite soon left the flat not long after Chastity arrived and had appeared very reluctant to discuss any past liaisons she’d had. She 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 she found 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 had become a distant memory, assisted by the distance she maintained now Chastity was there. Indeed, her landladies had become rather jealous of each other, as if keeping a common front against any potential assault that Chastity might present. Algebra developed the theory that there might be an incident of incest in the two sisters’ past which might explain the gulf that currently existed, although she felt sure that it was probably nothing more than the result of Chastity’s rather obvious enthusiasm for sex.
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