Innocence Lost

by Bradley Stoke

  Kedi had also declined, and gave no reason, but Mouse got the feeling that she somehow disapproved of Chastity’s scheming with her work-mates. Perhaps she felt, as Mouse did but didn’t really care, that in some way Fare and Ayi were being manipulated by Chastity.

  Certainly, Chastity insisted that the two girls dress somewhat more conservatively than they would normally do. Rather more like she would dress at the Stately Home - covering both her crotch and breasts with a simple smock-like dress and wearing tidy little sandals. Fare’s home was in a poor quarter of the town, which was badly lit by street-lamps and with streets prominently littered with ancient and broken-down cars. Her home was a flat in a quite narrow terrace, with a front door patched up by cardboard and no evidence of having been painted for a very long time.

  There was no response to the doorbell, and Mouse was feeling quite nervous as she stood on this strange door-step watching shadowy black figures go by. Despite her love and affection for Kedi, she still had a kind of prejudice for black people which was quite common throughout Wonderground, despite all the recent reforms. She still feared these foreboding black figures.

  “I reckon the doorbell’s out of order!” commented Chastity who started banging the letter-box.

  This seemed to work far better, and soon there was a hurrying sound as a light came on in the hallway and a dark shadow started fumbling with a complex of locks and keys. Then the door opened and a small black woman - shorter even than Mouse - in her late thirties wearing an apron and a quite smart but rather faded dress stood in front of them. She grinned in a way that was reminiscent of Kedi, but otherwise had a somewhat less prepossessing or dominant appearance. In comparison to Fare, it was obvious why Kedi was such an exceptional and attractive woman.

  She was very friendly, however, and giggled in a quite girlish way after Chastity greeted her with a very deep kiss that plunged straight down her throat and clearly took her by surprise. She blushed in a way that was still visible through her very dark skin, and fussed rather unnecessarily with her apron.

  “You must being Mouse,” she said looking at her.

  Mouse nodded feeling very embarrassed, but appreciated nonetheless the way in which Fare had obviously worked to make her poky little flat look as attractive as possible. There were many cheap posters on the slightly faded and stained wallpaper, probably to cover the worst stains. The furniture was sparse and battered, and the floor was covered by a montage of carpets and rugs. In the corner of the room however, and sitting very quietly and looking very apprehensive, was a little girl in a very innocent school-girl outfit. Mouse looked towards her and smiled welcomingly. Very shyly and quite briefly, the girl responded in kind.

  “This is my daughter, Ayi,” Fare said very proudly. “I hope you will being kind to her. She have never been touched before.”

  “Don’t you worry, Fare,” said Chastity, kissing her full on the mouth. “Mouse is an expert at this sort of thing. Aren’t you?”

  Mouse frowned apprehensively at this statement. What was Chastity up to?

  “Now, take your clothes off, Fare,” advised Chastity, “and be patient while Mouse initiates your daughter.” Mouse raised an eyebrow quizzically. “Go on, Mouse, show how the young are initiated in our culture. Show Fare how natural it is.”

  Fare smiled sadly at Mouse, while she took her clothes off and stood naked in front of Chastity who remained clothed. Mouse was still unsure what was expected of her. There was clearly some deception going on, using Fare’s ignorance of local custom. She was feeling extremely sorry for Fare and her little daughter, being victims of such blatant manipulation.

  She walked over to Ayi, who, probably from prompting from her mother behind Mouse, stood up from the chair where she’d been sitting and looked up pensively at Mouse. The next thing to do, felt Mouse, was to get to a less threatening position, so she knelt down in front of Ayi, so that the little girl was taller than her. “Where shall I begin?” she asked herself. She turned her head round to look at Chastity for guidance, and felt almost shocked to see her already running her tongue over Fare’s naked black body and forcing her fingers up her vagina. Ayi was looking as apprehensively at her mother and her lover as she was at Mouse.

  “It’s alright, Ayi dear,” said Mouse in the practised voice of one who’d seduced younger girls before - although not in such settings before.

  She put her fingers to the top button of Ayi’s blouse and felt a spasm of fear run through her small body. Mouse leant forward and gave Ayi a tender kiss on the lips, and then proceeded to undo more buttons. Slowly, and with frequent tender caresses and kisses, Mouse undid all Ayi’s clothes, revealing the young painfully slender and smooth black body beneath. Eventually she had all Ayi’s clothes off, and the girl was standing naked in front of her still looking very nervous.

  Stage two, thought Mouse, in her experienced way, as she relished the beauty of the child’s body. She then concentrated her tongue around the top of the thighs and her flat stomach, gradually working towards the girl’s crotch. She then gradually guided the naked child back onto a sofa so that she could be in a more comfortable position. Gradually, and with coaxing, the girl became more relaxed and even seemed to begin enjoying herself. Stage three came next, Mouse said to herself, as the caressing and kissing became more physical and active. Ayi started gasping with a new-found set of physical feelings she’d never had before.

  What Mouse hadn’t suspected was that there’d be a further stage after bringing herself to orgasm - which rather frightened the girl who was not used to the full-throated cries of an aroused woman nor of the peculiar thrusting body movements and spasms - and bringing Ayi as close to arousal as it was possible for a girl of that age to come. This further stage was when she found herself joined in the lovemaking by Chastity. She flashed an inquisitive and slightly angry glance at Chastity.

  “Is this really right?” she whispered, as Ayi trembled under the new unaccustomed intensity of sexual arousal.

  Chastity smiled at Mouse in a way that seemed both smug and dispassionate. “I don’t think Fare would complain, do you?”

  Mouse turned her head round to see why this might be so, and saw that Chastity had somehow tied Ayi’s mother up with ropes to a chair, with her hands tied behind it, her legs to the chair-legs, a handkerchief tied around her mouth and head, and her crotch wide open with what looked like a carrot protruding out of her vagina. Mouse didn’t want to alarm Ayi, but she felt very unsure of herself. Still keeping her hands stroking Ayi’s tender little bottom, Mouse put her mouth to Chastity’s ear.

  “Did she consent?”

  Mouse suddenly felt one of Chastity’s fingers enter her own vagina.

  “Shh! Lover. Don’t worry about her. She’s enjoying every minute of it!”

  Chastity’s reassurance put Mouse in an uneasy and, she felt, self-deceiving state of acceptance, which allowed her to go along with Chastity’s games. These involved pursuing rather more vigorous sex with Ayi than she might otherwise have considered. She was quite aware that the girl would feel a lot of discomfort and possibly pain around her crotch and anus, and even the mouth, which Chastity kissed rather vigorously. Although the child had got rather intoxicated on their lovemaking she’d soon see things a little differently later.

  The games the girls played with Fare must have required a lot of consent on her behalf, Mouse felt. She pretended to herself that Chastity had arranged this before, but significantly she didn’t feel inclined to take the handkerchief out of Fare’s mouth. Fare was entered and entertained in many devious ways, until Chastity felt she was sufficiently exhausted and freed her from her ropes. Although, Fare seemed uncomplaining afterwards, there was a somewhat troubled expression on her face, and not a little haste as she guided the two girls out of the front door.

  “Do you think she’ll invite us back?” laughed an indefatigable Chastity as they left.

  Mouse didn’t say anything, and wasn’t sure at this stage if she even liked Chastity a
t all. However, she was Innocence’s sister.

  XII

  In Which Kedi discovers an innocence quite unlike the Innocence she knows so well; Innocence learns that the virtues of her name can contain elements of ignorance; and Mouse achieves success in her audition.

  Null was a girl driven entirely by sexual passion. But an undirected, random and indiscriminate sexual passion. She was forever in a state of sexual readiness, constantly dripping with passion, and constantly aching to have her vagina filled with sexual satisfaction. She was a slender girl with a bush of wild uncombed shoulder-length hair and nothing else. Clothes didn’t remain on her long enough to be called her own, and all attempts made to keep make-up or jewellery on her was wasted. All she ever wore was a ring pierced through the top of her vagina, above the clitoris, where a chain could be connected to restrain her from attacking any potential candidate for sex. Most of the time, she would sit in a state of torpor, occasionally stroking her crotch or massaging her breasts, but when a man, a woman or a child came by she suddenly became rampant, and would, where there were no restraints, throw herself physically on that person and attempt to have sex with them.

  When Null was introduced to Kedi, she was chained up with her ankles to her wrists, looking very sorry for herself in the corner of a night-club room. The owner of the Teddy Bear had bought her, or at least signed a contract for her services, in the hope that she would make a good act. Unfortunately for him, she was untrainable, she couldn’t speak a word or even, seemingly, understand any, and when released from her chains, simply launched herself in an uncoordinated fashion on the first thing she saw. This happened to be on stage, when the Sex Machine, as her stage act was known as, was unleashed. There was no build-up, as the proprietor had hoped. No gentle masturbation or even a routine of sexual advance. She had been brought on stage where she’d been actively rubbing her clitoris, clearly excited at the prospect of attention. Her keeper, a small man in his late forties, unchained her with her face to the audience. When released, however, she sprang straight off the stage onto a table where a young couple were sitting, clearly more interested in each other than anyone else, and started molesting the two of them. With no preparation, she pulled off the already modest dress she was wearing and started grasping at the crotches of the man and the woman, groaning in a full-throated and quite frightening way.

  It had been difficult to restrain Null, as everyone who touched her was instantly the focus of her sexual attention, as she pulled penises out of their trousers, and unbuttoned blouses. Initially, there was an amusement value but this became somewhat diminished as the struggle to restrain the girl began to resemble that of controlling an escaped animal. Kedi heard of this embarrassing evening, and how it convinced the proprietor that Null wasn’t a suitable act for his place. Perhaps at the Bird Cage or the Revue Bar, or other coloured establishments, an uncontrolled beast like Null would be better suited, but her act would be all audience participation and no showmanship at all.

  Kedi knew that the proprietor was offering Null to her because she was black and that he had the peculiar idea that black people were somehow better than white people in coping with such naked sexuality, but it was more out of a sense of sympathy for the girl that she’d accepted. She couldn’t help feeling sorry for Null, seeing her chained there with her bushy brown hair falling over her face but not obscuring her manic hungry stare and the tongue that lasciviously brushed across her lips as she eyed Kedi watching her.

  It was not easy for Kedi to take Null back with her to the flat she shared with her lover, Chastity, and with Innocence and her lover, Mouse. Even in Wonderground, a certain degree of modesty was required. It was all right for someone like Kedi to walk about naked. She was after all, black, and somehow this was considered more acceptable. It was another matter to take around Null, who seemed to forever have her hands stroking her vagina, anus or breasts, and couldn’t be trusted to keep her clothes on for any length of time at all. Her hands still had to be manacled together, and a chain was attached to her cunt-ring to a lead which Kedi would hold. The reason for the cunt-ring, Kedi was told, was that Null was much more responsive to a tug about her crotch than anywhere else, and thus much more co-operative.

  Null was a girl much adapted for sex. She had had so much sex in her life that her vagina had become quite hardened to it, and she seemed to produce lubricants from inside her at a terrifyingly consistent rate. Her stamina for sex was of record-breaking proportions. The proprietor had found to his cost that Null had no sense of when to stop. When she was released for sex with him and immediately jumped on top of him and within seconds had stimulated his penis and pushed it inside her, he had thought that he was on to a good thing. After more than an hour later, when he was thoroughly exhausted and she seemed as fresh and hungry as when they had started, he felt somewhat out of his depth.

  Kedi gingerly led Null through the streets by her lead. She wore a single white robe, with her wrists manacled, as well as the lead Kedi held, attached to the cunt-ring. Null followed behind, with her eyes wildly roving and blowing kisses and making lewd gestures with her tongue at people passing by. When the two got onto seats on a train, Kedi securely held onto Null’s hands which given any opportunity would either burrow deep inside her dress to her cunt or wander to Kedi’s own cunt. On one occasion, she let her eyes drop down to see that Null had somehow pulled up her dress to above her waist, had her legs wide open and swivelled her mousy-brown and slightly worn crotch at the young seven-year old girl opposite. While Kedi bent over to pull Null’s dress down to her knees, she could feel Null’s teeth nibbling at the back of her neck, and the tongue wandering along to her ear. This felt quite pleasant, so Kedi allowed this to continue. This was a mistake, because the next thing was that Null got out of her seat and pushed her self against Kedi on her seat groaning loudly and gutturally as she pushed her crotch hard against Kedi’s own.

  After Kedi had settled Null down, and thought that perhaps she had nothing more to worry about, she relaxed by looking at the advertisements on the train above other passenger’s heads. These were for such things as condoms - showing a woman putting one over a man’s erect penis with the slogan For a Firmer Fuller Fit - and cigarettes, which were bizarrely as full of sexual content as the one for condoms. Kedi’s eyes dropped down to the level of those of the passengers opposite and noticed that the old woman and the young boy opposite were staring across at Null with what looked like appalled voyeurism. Kedi turned her head to see the object of their stares, which was Null who had bent her head over and was fellating another boy, in his early teens, who was clearly enjoying it from the size of his penis. With an apology to the boy, she pulled Null up, and took the two of them along to another seat in a different part of the train.

  On the way down the corridor, however, it was necessary for Kedi and Null to squeeze past a tall man standing by the doors and it even startled Kedi when Null suddenly dropped onto the floor in front of the man, pulled his trousers down with her teeth and started sucking and licking his penis which, rather predictably, swelledat the unexpected attention. Kedi pulled Null up by her hair, hoping that the action wouldn’t cause her to bite the penis off, and bundled the girl off to the end carriage. It was there that she resolved that the best strategy was to restrain her as forcefully as she could, which she did by securing her to her waist and allowing Null to lick and kiss her face all over. It was, therefore, with relief that Kedi was able to bundle Null out of the train eventually with her face stinging from a coating of saliva, and then to march her to her flat.

  Null was not generally curious of the environment she was in. She’d been in many and in several different countries, but she’d never really thought about anything other than sex, and where she’d next be getting a fuck from. She loved the strong forceful way by which Kedi handled her and she looked forward to being able to have full sex with her. On the walk down the green leafy suburban streets of Wonderground, Null held passionately onto Kedi, allowing her dr
ess to ride up as high as it could to feel Kedi’s smooth black thighs against her own. She felt constantly driven to throw herself bodily against Kedi and luxuriate in her beautiful tall firm body. It was only when Kedi had pushed open the door of the modest flat she shared that Null was at last able to achieve her ambition. At last, her advances on Kedi were not repelled and she pushed the tall black girl onto the sofa and the two were making love.

  Null wasn’t very able to compare the quality of her sexual experiences, but had she been able to she’d have known that this was amongst the best, particularly when two other girls, a shorter one and one almost as tall as Kedi - Mouse and Chastity - joined in, and she found herself the centre of attention of three women. She’d often had group sex before - though normally with men and usually with penises in every orifice, but what was lacking in quantity was being compensated to a certain extent by quality.

  Innocence came as a surprise to Null. Even she had come to associate a woman’s body with a cunt and a man’s body with a penis. But here was a woman’s body with a penis. And what a penis! Null leaned over Innocence’s body licking her thighs with a long practised tongue and watching the swelling as she eased herself closer and closer towards it. She then took Innocence’s testicles into her mouth and ran her tongue round and round them, watching with fascination as Innocence’s penis swelled and grew and swelled in a curious upright contrast to the round-thighed, smooth-skinned, flat-stomached, full-breasted woman’s body it was attached to.

  Null put her lips to the glans at the end of Innocence’s penis, with the foreskin pulled back as far and as tight as it could go. She then gradually eased her mouth over it and then pushed the whole of it deep and deep down into her throat, while the throbbing sexual urge between her thighs grew and grew. And then it couldn’t be contained any longer, as she pulled Innocence’s fully erect penis out of her mouth, and in two or three swift manoeuvres she had it firmly inside her cunt. Her eyes swelled with satisfaction, and she gasped with a frightening intensity as it pushed as deep inside her as it could.