Innocence Lost

by Bradley Stoke

  “You know, we haven’t brought any wine with us!” remarked Purity as it was approaching evening and the inevitable time in which alcohol would need to be imbibed.

  “That doesn’t matter! I’ve got a bottle in the fridge.” Alice protested.

  “We couldn’t dream of imposing on your hospitality as much as that!” Purity insisted. “Where might I go to buy a bottle?”

  It was quite a way away along unfamiliar streets, but Purity dawdled there and dawdled back in the hope that in the time she was away Innocence and her friend would have picked up some of their boldness. It was not a pleasant wander for her, as she was very painfully conscious of the stares she received from the older men and women around. And it wasn’t as if she was even showing her cunt. Or even her nipples! It was a relief for her to return to Alice’s house and to let herself in with the key that Alice had provided.

  Her hopes for her lover’s return to intimacy with Alice were not disappointed as the two of them were lying together enmeshed in one other’s arms and had clearly been kissing each other. However, they hadn’t progressed too far, as although Alice was naked, Innocence had only stripped off her tee-shirt and was still wearing her shorts. Purity could see that the two of them would be sharing the bed together and that she would be sleeping alone on the spare mattress.

  This indeed was what happened after they’d drunk both the bottles of white wine that Purity had brought back with the quantities of fish that Alice had prepared for dinner. They chatted over the sound of Alice’s choice of music, which was both bizarre and melodic, and got increasingly tipsy. Alice and Innocence were entwined increasingly closely in each other’s bodies, and Innocence had even stripped down to just her knickers. Purity had long since discarded all her clothes - feeling so much more comfortable being so unconstrained and felt the pile of the carpet prick into the dark flesh of her buttocks. Alice had many uncomplimentary things to say about Chastity, which Purity felt no compunction about echoing or supplementing. Innocence made very little comment as her two lovers complained about her bossiness, her aggressiveness, the extent of her sexual appetite and her perverse tastes, and most of all her lack of regard for other people’s feelings or their desire for privacy.

  “She’s much worse than Dinah!” Alice remarked. “I don’t know how you can put up with her, Innocence. I really don’t.”

  Innocence smiled sadly, but made no comment. It was clear she found the conversation unsettling.

  Purity deliberately drank more than usual, so that when she put her head down on the flat hard pillow she could lose her consciousness that much sooner. But as she sank off to sleep she was sure she could hear Innocence’s familiar cries of sexual ecstasy mingling with those of Alice’s. The thought crossed her mind that she could join them. She knew that neither would object too fiercely, and she felt that her current relationship with Innocence somehow gave her a kind of priority. Nonetheless, she thought, what the two girls want more than orgasms is just being together, and her presence would really just be a distraction. Perhaps not too unwelcome, but a distraction for all that.

  Purity and Innocence stayed at Alice’s house for several days during which Purity felt very sexually frustrated as she observed her lover make frequent love with their host which although it was never done while Purity was able to watch was nevertheless done often enough and loud enough in Alice’s bed for her to have a very good idea of what was going on. She became increasingly bored by her stay. It wasn’t quite the adventure she’d hoped for, and however much she knew that Alice and Innocence were enjoying the stay, she was rather looking forward to getting away. She almost looked forward to returning home to the flat with Chastity and Twelve, because at least she’d have Innocence to herself for some of the time.

  It was Sunday and although Innocence wasn’t much of a churchgoer in Labia she felt enough loyalty to religion after her life in the Order of Magdalenites to feel that today was an opportunity for them all to go to church. The only church that Purity felt any interest in going to was the small chapel of the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin, which she heard had a particularly fascinating service. Neither Alice nor Innocence was familiar with the order, which Purity felt was just as well.

  They dressed relatively modestly for the service, and joined the other churchgoers entering the chapel, who were generally also dressed quite demurely. Although the church promised to contain Brethren, the majority of the people going were women, mostly in their twenties and thirties, wearing dresses that reached down from a high tight collar to their ankle-boots. As they entered they were welcomed by solemn church music from a small piano and were greeted by the young minister wearing a gown that hid as much of him as the dresses of the women hid of them. He was very welcoming to the three girls and was particularly impressed by Innocence’s confession that she was a lapsed nun.

  “I hope that you haven’t actually abandoned the Love of God,” he commented. “He will be with you always whether you practise the faith actively or passively.”

  He guided the three of them to seats on the hard benches near the front of the chapel. In front of each of their seats was the small cushion on which they could pray and a hymn book in a tatty brown leather cover, the print of which had been worn away to illegibility. While Alice and Innocence excitedly chatted to each other, Purity observed the minister as he welcomed in his congregation and noted with satisfaction the particular intimacy with which he greeted some parishioners by kissing them full on the mouth, with their tongues locked together. Others he merely stroked their buttocks and in some cases their crotch.

  The church filled up fairly rapidly, and was soon full of the hubbub of polite conversation as the congregation chatted amongst themselves. When the minister judged that everyone had arrived, he went to the pulpit and started the service. Innocence and Alice politely looked up at him with broad smiles as he began by welcoming everyone, commented on the weather and then asked if everyone could sing the first song from the hymnbook: Fuck Me Jesus. Alice raised her eyebrows at that but made no comment as the congregation launched into the song. “Fuck me Jesus So Hard I Can Feel Your Spirit Move Me!” the congregation sang.

  Behind the pulpit was a small choir made up of young boys and girls separated by an aisle and supervised by some older choristers. They took the refrain with great enthusiasm - particularly the chorus. “May Your Sperm Imbue Me With The Holy Spirit. Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!” they sang.

  The minister began his sermon which was about how the love of Jesus was so much a physical love and that His desire was that all His worshippers should share their love for Jesus and the love He felt for them in as carnal a way as possible. This short sermon was followed by another hymn: My Groin It Aches With Passion, followed soon after by successively: My Arse Belongs To You, Lord Jesus and Shower Me With Holy Semen.

  “Let Us Pray,” announced the Minister. Alice and Innocence bowed their heads, but Purity kept her head up and watched as the Minister unbuttoned his gown while leading the prayer. Underneath he was wholly naked and taking his penis with one hand he masturbated while proclaiming his prayer. “Shower us with the Knowledge of how best to show our Love. Give us the ability to love our neighbours with all our heart and with the passion of Jesus Christ who so loved us that He died for our souls.”

  When he finished with his “Amen.” the congregation looked up to see the Minister standing with his erect penis in front of him. A girl from the front row, sitting with her mother and father, stood up and with a few gestures she removed her dress which she left with her parents and stood wearing only her socks and ankle boots. She walked up to the Minister, and in front of the hushed congregation she kneeled down, took the Minister’s erect penis in her hand and stroked it slowly from the base to the glans. She continued doing this for nearly a minute, and then with a cry of “Hallelujah!” (which was echoed softly by several parishioners) she took the length of it in her mouth and sucked it long and hard.

  Purity could see that the
girl had not been selected for her beauty as she was rather plain, had virtually no figure to speak of and her eyes were just a little too close together. But the Minister was clearly enjoying her attention. While this was going on, several parishioners, crossing themselves, made their way to the front of the church and kneeled down in supplication in front of their Minister and his volunteer. It was then that this part of the service reached its climax, when the Minister carefully withdrew his penis from deep inside the girl’s throat and offered it in turn to each of the parishioners, male and female, who were to receive the fruit of Jesus’ love in the form of the semen that the Minister had blessed. As each took a small gobbet of semen from the erect penis which was practisedly secreting measured amounts of sperm with tiny little shudders, the Minister placed his hand on their head and said the same thing to each of them which was “Jesus Loves You, Sister.” or “Jesus Loves You, Brother.”

  This ceremony went on for much longer than Purity believed possible. When each worshipper had received their small portion of semen in the mouth, they stood up with a beatific smile, crossed themselves and wandered back to their seat. She noticed that many of the women had fully undone the buttons at the top of their dress, revealing their chest, breast and nipples, presumably so that none of the Minister’s semen would spill on their clothes. These worshippers were of all ages, but interestingly were predominately the older or plainer members of the congregation.

  When this part of the service was over, the Minister instructed the choir to divest themselves, which they did, revealing their children’s bodies with undeveloped shape and in most cases yet to grow the slightest vestige of pubic hair. They came out in a row, stood facing the congregation and entertained with renditions of Jesus Is My Fucker, My Vagina Awaits Your Love, Sweet Lord and Fuck Me Gently, Fuck Me Slow, Jesus My Love. They then bowed their heads and turned around to leave the church. They were joined then by all the children from the congregation, leaving only the adults behind. Purity smiled. It was clear that the Brethren of the Eternal Virgin didn’t want to be seen to encourage underage sex.

  When the last of the children had left, then with a cry of “Hallelujah! God Be Praised!” all the congregation stood up and stripped off their clothes with the notable exceptions of Purity and her somewhat embarrassed friends. The congregation began kissing and stroking each other, and several made their way to the front of the chapel which was covered by a large red cloth over a thick pile carpet. They then started making passionate love with one another and their neighbours with the Minister watching over them and guiding them to their action. Purity watched fascinated at the mounds of flesh and the indiscriminateness of attention. There seemed to be no distinction observed at all in the gender chosen of their partners or several partners. Several parishioners cried out “Hallelujah!” and “May God be Praised!” before plunging into their sexual abandonment.

  “Shall we join them?” wondered Purity, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse.

  “No! Not at all! This isn’t what I came here for!” protested Innocence uncertainly, no doubt very nervous of revealing her peculiar assets.

  “You can if you like,” said Alice disapprovingly, “but Innocence and I are going home.”

  Purity smiled. She’d not really expected much different from the two girls. But she knew what she wanted. She’d had her eyes on several of the more attractive women in the congregation, including a black woman with enormous thighs and very full lips, and a woman of nearly forty with a beautiful slim figure and perky little breasts. She continued unbuttoning her blouse, freeing the breasts that she’d kept so uncomfortably restrained, and pulled down her skirt. She kept her shoes on though, as she was sure otherwise the stone floor of the chapel would be uncomfortably hard and cold. She kissed Alice and Innocence tenderly, knowing that they would very soon be leaving, and then made her way up the aisle to the mass of bodies.

  She hesitated on the edge, with others who were equally unsure but still murmuring the odd “Hallelujah!” The Minister was wandering amongst his orgiastic congregation waving his erect penis on them and scattering semen over them which they received gratefully. “Jesus showers His love on you!” he said as he released another gobbet of semen over a tall woman with a large birthmark covering half her face now slightly lightened by the shiny glutinous liquid of the Minister’s generosity. “I love you, Jesus!” she cried. “Fuck me, Jesus! Fuck me!” It certainly wasn’t Jesus, as far as Purity could see who was entering her vagina, nor was it Jesus who was thrusting simultaneously hard at her anus.

  It was like entering the cold waters of a swimming pool, Purity decided. It’s better to dive straight in, rather than to wait for gradual acclimatisation. With that thought she lay herself on top of the large black woman, putting a hand in her crotch where a penis was thrusting in and out with great enthusiasm, and applied her mouth to that of a very young girl whose hair was in plaits and whose face appeared to be a mess of acne spots. She felt a frisson of pleasure as an erect penis, perhaps that of the Minister, made its way into the moist and welcoming portals of her vagina.

  Purity didn’t look forward to returning to Labia at all. She rather enjoyed the respite from Chastity’s sour unfriendly character and resolved to leave fairly soon after arriving. She could see that Innocence was aware of her unhappiness and was herself troubled by it. She made a few feeble attempts to defend her sister, but was quite clearly ill at ease with Purity’s bitter remarks. “Perhaps she’ll have changed after being left at home without us,” she commented unconvincingly.

  There was no evidence of this when Purity and Innocence found Chastity and Twelve in the company of a young girl - probably no more than eleven years old - engaged in sex games in the living room. The girl was on her knees with her hands bound tightly behind her back and her mouth pressed against Twelve’s bare groin and with Chastity pressing hers against her hair. Before Innocence had the opportunity to announce their arrival, Chastity suddenly let loose a torrent of urine from her crotch which ran through the girl’s hair and trickled down her face. “Uuugghh!” she gasped with disgust. “It tastes horrid! I don’t like this anymore! I want to go home!”

  Chastity made no reply. Instead, she pulled the girl’s head forcefully back and placed her damp crotch against the girl’s mouth, with Twelve looking evidently less happy at the turn of events. She looked up from the child with a look of some concern and noticed Purity and Innocence watching with disgust, still in their clothes and holding the rucksacks that they’d only just loosened off from their shoulders.

  “Why! Hello there!” she greeted friendlily, drawing Chastity’s attention to the additional company. She turned her head round and smiled warmly at the two of them.

  Innocence did not return the greeting with anything like the same degree of friendliness. “What are you doing to that poor girl?”

  “Nothing she’s not enjoying!” responded her sister baldly.

  “I don’t believe you!” Innocence cried with a certain amount of passion. She dropped her rucksack on the ground. “Leave the girl alone now!”

  Twelve backed off and stood sheepishly to one side. Her lipstick was a little smudged and she had a blue swelling around one of her eyes. Chastity pulled the child’s face closer to her groin. “We’re consenting partners. I don’t think you have any right, sister, to tell me what we should consent to do.”

  “You seduce these children. You bring them home. And then you abuse them. You piss on them! You tie them up! You hit them! What sort of pleasure is that to most of them! You’re just a monster!”

  “I don’t do anything with my lovers they don’t want me to…”

  “Do you tell them in advance what you’re going to do to them? Did you tell this girl that you’d piss in her mouth?”

  “She enjoyed it! It was fun!” Chastity looked at the girl who was weeping softly. She was standing up unsteadily with her arms behind her and her hair damp from its recent showering. Only the colour of the urine dist
inguished itself from the tears running down her face. Purity suspected that the girl wasn’t too sure what had been happening to her judging from the evidence of the grains of white powder left on a mirror laid flat on the table and a half empty bottle of whiskey by the side of it. Her gaze was unfocused and her mouth looked unhealthily lax.

  “It might be fun for you, Chastity. But it’s just sadistic abuse of minors as far as any one else is concerned. And I don’t think this little child’s going to enjoy the memory of what you’ve been doing to her at all! And what would you have done later? Would you have crapped on her as well as piss on her? Would she be forced to eat her own shit? Would you start beating her with a stick? Would you push a dildo up her arse? You’re just a filthy disgusting pervert!”

  “How dare you call me that! It’s the influence of your coal-cellar friend isn’t it? Making you a real goody two-shoes. I suppose she’s got you eating organic rice and chanting mantras now! What I do is my business and nobody else’s.”

  “Come on, Twelve!” Innocence continued, addressing the very guilty looking girl who was hoping to stay out of the fray. “What’s my sister been doing? Is there anything in fact that she’s not been doing? How many children has she abused? How many young boys has she sodomised? How many children has she tied up, beaten up, pissed on, shat on and humiliated? I bet this place has been like a sadomasochist’s sexual fantasy while we’ve been away.”

  “It’s not always that bad!” Twelve said, weakly defending herself. “It’s just that we get carried away. And there’s some real good stuff I’ve been getting recently. You just don’t know what you’re doing after a while.”

  “I don’t believe you!” countered Innocence. “I don’t believe my sister has ever not known exactly what she’s doing! In fact I don’t think I can bear to even live under the same roof as her.”