Several reporters tried to interview Null, as she lay chained to the side of the stage before the event, but were soon discouraged by her inability to understand their questions, to form any answers and to restrain herself from trying to sexually assault them. However, when the event started it was much easier to focus on her as participant after participant came on stage in agreed turns, paid their money, and fucked Null.
This routine went on and on, and soon the commentators found that really there were only two things they could do. One was to praise the participants in working so hard for charity and making the event such a success (and forbearing to mention those whose sexual performance was not quite adequate and who after the prescribed maximum time had to be taken off stage without achieving any successful sex at all). The other was to pass comment on Null’s unflagging sexual enthusiasm, her frequent, noisy and often explosive orgasms and what a marvellous performer she was. This must have become very boring for both spectators and commentators after a while as, after a full day of sex, Null continued through the night and into the next day with no apparent sign of fatigue.
This state of affairs just continued and continued, and by the eighth day in which Null had not slept at all, the audience that had thinned out after the second day was packing out the hall as spectators observed for themselves a phenomenon of sexual stamina that most hadn’t believed possible. Kedi’s fears of a lack of fuckers proved to be unfounded as the fame of Null and the Fuckathon spread beyond Wonderground and people were rushing to participate from everywhere.
And then, just when it seemed that Null would never tire, indeed just after she’d yet again exploded into orgasmic screams that echoed throughout the hall and frightened off a flock of pigeons outside, she suddenly collapsed underneath the man who was fucking her at the time and fell asleep. The Fuckathon was then over.
Kedi was relieved. She wondered whether Null would be all right after such relentless fucking, but she was and a few days later, after she’d recovered from an immensely long sleep, she was back at the Five Minute Fuck, advertised with her name in much larger letters and a photograph of the Fuckathon, being charged out at somewhat more extortionate rates than before.
Null didn’t understand why, but she felt that she was being treated with rather more respect and consideration than she’d ever known before. Her most pressing need, which was for frequent and unrestrained sex, was at last being satisfied and she was very grateful to the women who’d made it possible for her. Now that Mouse had left to perform elsewhere, there were now only three others sharing the flat, and although she wasn’t able to quantify it in any way, their quality of life had somehow improved as well. She really had no suspicion that in some way her prodigious sexual appetite was the reason why none of the girls needed to work any more, beyond facilitating her services to the many clients who would queue up for them.
Innocence was quite lonely now that her lover had gone, and she decided not to share her bed permanently with Kedi or her sister, though this didn’t prevent her having sex with them on frequent occasions. Her times with Null were mostly spent with the sole intention of giving the girl the kind of care and attention she quite obviously needed. Innocence, however, was the only one of the girls who ever came to her for sex, though the one who was most attentive to her these days was Chastity. When Null was out of the now sumptuously decorated flat, away from the massive video and stereo system, and not lounging in the comfortable luxury furniture, she would either be providing her Five Minute Fuck or, increasingly, be escorted by Chastity to the homes of men who were delighted by the extent of her sexual desire.
There seemed to be an endless procession of these visits to premises more sumptuous even than that to which she’d become accustomed at her flat, where men with great wealth, sometimes singly and sometimes in groups with participating women, would assist her in indulging in all sorts of sexual activity. She would be urinated on, have faeces dropped onto her, would have whole hands pushed inside her while her anus was filled by all sorts of objects, sometimes manacled and chained, sometimes slapped, but always having close intimate attention. This was what she craved and what she demanded. And in all this, Chastity would be out of sight waiting for her, and would only appear when, after hours of sexual activity, it was time to leave. And quite often she would be handling a large wad of notes.
Null was not totally insensitive to the atmosphere at the flat, which often seemed strained, with Innocence and Kedi arguing with Chastity it seemed about the very money which Chastity was collecting from Innocence’s clients. They somehow appeared rather less than enthusiastic about her new activities. Often at the end of these arguments, Innocence would sit with Null restrained by chain and cunt-ring and talk to her. Null had no idea what Innocence was saying, but it seemed very sympathetic and tearful. What troubled her was that these conversations didn’t necessarily lead to sex, but she supposed that Innocence was getting some gratification from them.
There then came a period when, with apparent reluctance from Chastity, Null found herself totally deprived of all sex except from Innocence. Indeed, only Innocence and Kedi ever came to speak to her, while Chastity might be seen looking at Null from round the corner of a door. This abstinence upset Null. She flung herself bodily at the two girls and masturbated with everything she could find, including her food. She wept from frustration and beat her cunt hard to stimulate sensation from it. On one occasion she hit it so hard that it started to bleed, and she took consolation in letting the blood gather in her hands and then licking them. When Innocence found her lying on the sheets with a puddle of blood between her legs, she shrieked and was soon joined by the other two girls who argued vehemently amongst themselves what should be done.
The result of this was a return to visiting men again in Chastity’s custody - something that clearly pleased her, but appeared to give less pleasure to the other two. Chastity started talking to her at greater length and showed her a great deal more affection than before. She didn’t, however, appear to be particularly enthusiastic about having sex with her. She also now took on the responsibility of feeding her, washing her and combing her hair - tasks that previously only the other two had ever done.
Null was happy to return to fucking. She didn’t mind who fucked her. Women with dildos, dogs, donkeys, children - it didn’t matter! Chastity also didn’t mind, it seemed - being more concerned with the money she was receiving. Null missed the Five Minute Fuck, although her own perception of it had been of a paradise served by an unending queue of fuckers.
However, she was vaguely aware that things were due to change again - and found some of Chastity’s attention rather more clinging than before. She also became aware that the other two girls approached her in a way that she’d experienced before whenever she was due to leave somewhere. The change when it came was therefore not totally unexpected.
The evening before was one she spent making love to both Innocence and Kedi, while Chastity watched unhappily sat in a chair. Innocence was much more passionate than usual and greatly attentive to giving the girl as much pleasure as she could. Although Null shared her penis with Kedi, she got the feeling that Innocence was making a special effort to fuck Null principally. The lovemaking went on through the night, and was punctuated with tears and arguing from Chastity.
The following day, she was awoken by the three girls who hugged and kissed her in a sorrowful manner, and then she was introduced to a new companion who was a tall middle-aged woman in a long white coat and with a very sad smile. This companion took Null around the shoulders and cuddled her firmly to her bosom, restraining her at the same time from any sexual activity. Her hair was stroked and her face was tenderly kissed. She was then put into a strange jacket whose sleeves pulled her arms across her waist and prevented her from moving. There followed a peculiar ceremony of tears and kisses and cuddles from the three girls, which somehow she knew meant that there wouldn’t be any more sex with them again. Null had experienced occasions like
this before, but never so intensely.
All of a sudden, something deep inside her cracked and she started crying and blubbing and weeping unrestrainedly. She felt surprise as her eyes poured out tears whose salt trail mingled in her mouth with the dribble of snot from her nose to produce a very salty taste. Although no one had hit her, she felt the same bruised and damaged feeling about her lower face that she’d usually only experienced after rough sex with men of peculiarly cruel taste.
The last Null saw of her companions were the three of them through the window of the white car waving again and again at her as it drove away with her and her new companions. Kedi was standing naked as always, while Chastity and Innocence had their arms around each other with Innocence crying almost as much as Null was. Her new companions spoke to her and cuddled her, but as the realisation of the perhaps permanent loss of her lovers became clearer, Null began screaming and wailing inconsolably - and continued to do so for several more weeks until she could no longer clearly remember just what it was she was missing so terribly.
XIV
In Which Dodie rediscovers Innocence; and Innocence acquires a new fame from past endeavours.
Dodie had been away from Wonderground for as long on her travels as her stamina and savings allowed her. She had seen so many different countries and districts, and had met so many different people. And frequently made love to them. She’d accumulated possessions and had them stolen. She’d lain for days in foreign hospitals and frequently been so intoxicated or drugged up that she’d lost all knowledge and recollection of normal time and space. But in all her wanderings, one of the moments she treasured most was the occasion when she had sex with Innocence on the glacier. Such a perfect location! And Innocence such a mistress of the art of sex! Dodie had come and come and come again - her cries of passion bouncing off the mountains and threatening to set off avalanches. In fact, so impressed was she by her moment of passion that before the last drop of Innocence’s semen dripped out of her vagina, she went to a tattooist to have the name Innocence embellished on her left buttock.
So when she heard that Innocence was living in Wonderground, Dodie headed to the address she’d been given expecting to meet her and also Mouse, who she’d heard was Innocence’s current lover (The lucky girl!). She rang the doorbell and stood nervously in the porch in a padded nylon jacket and huge trainers. Otherwise she wore nothing at all, except a paraphernalia of studs and rings piercing her body and skin at various points, and with a head which unlike her crotch or underarms was completely shaved bare. At last, the door opened and she saw a slightly startled Innocence who was dressed in only a silk dressing gown.
“Hi!” Dodie announced herself as self-confidently as possible. “I’m back home!”
Innocence looked at Dodie a little blearily. Although it was mid-afternoon, she’d clearly just been asleep, and finding it a little difficult to focus her eyes. Dodie was relieved to find that she remembered her after all these months. Perhaps our lovemaking had been as memorable for her as it was for me, Dodie hoped.
“O hello, Dodie!” Innocence said with a warm and welcoming smile. “You better come in!”
Dodie’s heart beat uncontrollably as she followed the beautiful Innocence into the living room where she was introduced to Kedi and Chastity who were eating dinner and listening to a compact disc. Kedi was wearing nothing as usual and recognised Dodie from several years before. Chastity was wearing a very tight dress which fit as tight against her body as a dress could do, but was too short to cover her shaven vagina. Her hair was straight with a geometric cut and fell just short of her shoulders.
“So, where’ve you been?” asked Kedi, whose English had clearly improved a great deal over the years. “Mouse told me that you were travelling the world.”
“As much of the world as I could manage,” admitted Dodie, aware that her travels had been with substantially less purpose and direction than even that description gave. She was carrying a heavy rucksack on her back and a plastic bag, and was pleased to divest herself of these and leave them in the hallway. She was surprised by the relative luxury of the girls’ home. She imagined that it would be much the same as the homes she used to live in, with overflowing ashtrays, scattered empty wine bottles and clothes scattered about. Here instead was considerable comfort, with tasteful fittings and sumptuous thick pile carpets and new simple and commodious furniture. There were stereos, computers, videos, microwaves and everything.
This was clearly not a place of poverty. She felt a little nervous as she took off her padded jacket, under which she wore a sleeveless singlet that barely pretended to hide her tiny little breasts. The house didn’t have the smell she’d become so accustomed to: of unflushed toilets, unscrubbed beer-stained linoleum and hashish-stained wallpaper.
However, her feeling of being an inferior outsider diminished as she began recounting her exploits across the continents, the people she’d met, the cultures she’d observed and her more amusing adventures.
“It’s a real fucking weird world out there!” she exclaimed, scratching the long hairs of her crotch. “It’s all fucking weird shit, the lot of it.”
She then produced a half pound of best hashish, from which she crumbled a few grains into cigarette papers and disinterred cigarettes, and with this stimulus and several bottles of wine, the conversation continued for several more hours and Dodie didn’t find herself exhausting her supply of anecdotes or opinions.
She discussed her sexual encounters with shepherds in the distant mountains of the equator and their curious predilection for making love to sheep, which took on almost a religious significance. She discussed the unsavoury political character of dictatorships that severely limited freedom of speech, despite appearing so liberal in other respects - particularly with regard to sex and drugs. She talked about the way she suffered sexual and racial taunts, and the more frequent times when her appearance clashed with the attitudes of authority. She talked of the drugs she’d taken. The sex she’d had. The times she’d been beaten, had stuff stolen, intimately searched by border patrols, and been sick. The religions, ideologies and wars she’d found out about. The so many ways she felt her horizons had been ineradicably altered by her experiences.
“I wouldn’t have had one slightest change to all that’s happened to me!” she boasted, knowing this to be quite different to what she felt on innumerable occasions.
It was inevitable that Dodie and Innocence should end up fucking, which they started doing before Kedi or Chastity had retired to their own beds. The lovemaking was as good as Dodie remembered it and more so. And in the midst of it Dodie confessed the strength of her affection for Innocence, how she never wanted to be parted from her, how she thought about her every day, how she had been so impressed as to get a tattoo to celebrate her love. She held Innocence close to her body - she didn’t want an inch of space between them - and cried unaccustomed tears of joy at the thought of staying with her and making love with her again and again.
Innocence was clearly both flattered and a little put out by Dodie’s protestations of love, but she appeared to have no objection to having Dodie share her bed for the foreseeable future. She clearly enjoyed Dodie’s devotion to her penis which she would hold and put again and again into her mouth or vagina, to stimulate it when it was not aroused and to satisfy it when it was. Dodie had the feeling that Innocence was carrying the weight of some unhappiness around with her, but she wasn’t at all sure why.
At first she thought it was to do with Mouse’s departure to follow her career, but she came to realise that their love had never been particularly exclusive. She wondered if the departure of Null, who had provided the means for the girls’ luxury, might be the cause. But that didn’t seem to be the full reason for her sadness, either. There was clearly something that Innocence wanted in life which just living with her sister and her sister’s lover in comfort and relative luxury didn’t fully satisfy. Dodie hoped that her arrival as Innocence’s new lover might in some way bring mo
re joy into Innocence’s life, but that somehow didn’t seem the whole solution.
Dodie’s stated opinions for Innocence’s dissatisfaction narrowed on her ambiguous status as a woman with a penis - and how her sexual identity was compromised and its socio-political and socio-economic significances thereof. She argued long and hard that what Innocence manifested was the unease of sexuality in a tightly sexual stereotyped society. Dodie’s inner feelings, however, were that these stated reasons reflected more her own character and attitudes and probably not a great deal of Innocence’s.
Innocence was quite excited when the film Forbidden Love, - as was entitled the film she’d performed in while she’d been living in Brook, - was finally released, and she was able to go with Dodie to see it in the cinema. It seemed to her that almost all the film footage that had been taken of her and certainly all her modest dialogue had been included in the final cut, and she appeared more prominently in the film cast listing than she’d expected. Indeed, a picture of her was even included in the poster, with her penis fully erect, which it had never been in the filming. Dodie was pleased for her lover, who seemed much more excited by her modest film success than she’d ever expected.
Innocence was even more thrilled when she got a phone call from a small circulation magazine, Fuck Films Today, requesting an interview with her to which she unhesitatingly agreed. The whole idea of fame clearly gave her considerable satisfaction, even though it was a magazine Dodie had never heard of, and neither had the other girls. Dodie bought a copy for Innocence to read, which was more difficult than she’d anticipated as most newsagents hadn’t heard of the magazine either. It was a rather cheaply produced magazine on not particularly good quality paper, and featured long articles about obscure fuck films, with pictures of the stars. However, this didn’t trouble Innocence who eagerly looked for photographs of the unlikely named Nancy Titbits, who was the woman who had phoned her up and was going to interview her.
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