In Which Innocence is lost in Congress; and Twelve introduces Innocence to the literary merits of Honore.
Twelve had no intention of returning to the flat to rejoin Chastity. She'd had just about enough of her and how she'd persuade her to do things with her young lovers that made her feel guilty and soiled. She carried her rucksack of possessions over her shoulder through the streets of Labia, relishing the attention her appearance aroused, and made her way to the railway station. She wasn't that surprised to find Innocence sitting on a bench in the station with her own untidy bags at her feet and her face buried in her hands. As she approached she could see that the bags were hurriedly packed and that several articles of clothing protruded through the openings of the bags. She placed a comforting hand on Innocence's shoulder.
"Are you alright, Innocence darling?"
The unhappy girl raised her face to show the tears welling from her eyes and their liquid trails reflected on her cheeks. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"
Twelve removed her hand tactfully. "Where are you going, Innocence sweetest?"
"Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere! I don't know!"
"I'll put you up in my bedsit for a day or so, if you like. It's a bit cramped, but it's the least I can do after the hospitality you've shown me."
"I don't want to! I don't want anything to do with my sister. Or any of her lovers!"
"Don't be silly, Innocence. You've got to stay somewhere. You can't just sleep here. And you've never been to the capital before, have you? City life may well agree with you. Come on! I insist! I can't permit myself to leave you in this state!"
It took a fair more effort on Twelve's part, but eventually she persuaded Innocence to pick up her bags and join her on one of the many trains heading to the capital city of Congress. She sat next to Innocence with her arms around the girl's shoulders, squeezing her close to her breast, wiping away her tears and listening without comment to Innocence's long litany of complaints about Chastity. Her sister was blamed for almost every misfortune that had ever occurred in her life - a little unfairly Twelve thought, but she had long believed that it was merely a matter of time until the two separated.
Twelve's bedsit on the twelfth floor of a tall apartment block was undeniably small. It consisted mostly of a single bed that filled out the space not occupied by a small shower, a single oven ring and a small cupboard that held all her worldly possessions. There was no space for any more furniture, and it was necessary for all her guests to join her on her bed. A small television set sat on top of the audio equipment piled high on the cupboard. Every available inch of wall was covered with postcards and posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a few that she'd had and had not yet wholly abandoned. As always, it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet which covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy neighbour - a girl who Twelve disdainfully noticed was unfashionably dressed in a twelve-inch dildo strapped to her waist with two long plaits at the back of her otherwise shaved head.
Twelve comforted Innocence as best she could, and with the skill that had come from considerable practice she divested the girl of all her clothes and persuaded her penis into erection and then into her welcoming vagina. She knew that Innocence was making love more out of a need for distraction than any degree of passion or affection, but she accepted that. It in no way lessened the pleasure she received as Innocence thrust deeply in and out of her. She buried her tongue deep into Innocence's mouth, gliding it over her teeth and in and out of the crevices of her molars, more to prevent her returning to her litany of woes than in any particular desire for dental knowledge.
"Hi there, Twelve!" she heard while Innocence was plugging into her anus, now sufficiently lubricated with passion to take any punishment. "Got yet another new boyfriend."
Innocence looked up from where she'd buried her face in Twelve's smooth face, and with her penis still hiden inside, to examine Twelve's visitor. It was Twenty - one of Twelve's closer girlfriends - dressed exactly like Twelve with black lipstick and eye shadow and substantially fatter. Her stomach rolled over the leather straps confining her vagina and her large nipples stuck out in a kaleidoscope of lipsticked colours. Her shaved head was hidden by a beret and she held a lit cigarette in her left hand.
"Or girlfriend, I should say," corrected Twenty. "Or is it both. Are you into transsexuals, now, sweetest? And what is she? Girl gone boy? Or boy gone girl? The operations must have been fucking expensive!"
Twelve twisted her body around and restrained Innocence while ensuring her still erect penis was embedded deep inside her cunt. She didn't feel like sharing Innocence with anyone! Innocence probably wouldn't want to anyway. And she knew that given even the slightest provocation, Twenty would get her fat surgery enhanced lips right over Innocence's prick and suck out the last drop of semen from it.
