In Which Innocence remains with Honore; Innocence is recorded in the photographic media and Dodie returns to the comforts of Innocence.
Honore hoisted up her huge breasts from underneath the desk where she was working on her word processor, and rested their immense weight on the surface, relieving herself of the strain of supporting them without assistance. She glanced behind her at Innocence and Hyacinth, her current belle, lying outstretched and naked, like herself, on the sheets of the mattress. Hyacinth was still smarting from the bruises around her crotch where Innocence had deflowered her the day before, sanctioned by Honore and, as usual, with the parents' express approval. Honore smiled. It had given her so much pleasure to see Hyacinth enjoying the deep thrust of Innocence's beautiful penis, so expert and so tender in the penetration. She was enjoying Innocence's visit to her seaside villa at Phallus-on-Sea, glad to provide her with the respite she knew her unusually endowed lover needed from the pressures of her film career.
She turned back to the word processor. She sighed deeply, stroking her nipples as they stretched out far in front of her. Her present project wasn't going too well. Her last book had been a great success. The advance sales had been extremely gratifying and the reviews almost universally good. The Water Sport Babies, a story about young Tom, a young man who was introduced to the delights of urination fun by a girl he had met after breaking into her house with the intent of stealing whatever he could find. The two lovers ran off together and the subsequent stories managed to incorporate a gallery of characters, including several who shared their appetite for pissing on each other in addition to, and often instead of, other forms of sexual play.
Her present book was more difficult. Honore's main difficulty was in keeping the sexual activity and other events acceptable to the intended readership, while her own less palatable obsessions became more difficult to suppress in her work. Her present book, The Purple Badge of Disgrace, was set in a society where the people habitually shaved off all their hair, from their heads as well as their pubic regions and where clothes were totally unknown. The central character, Lasagne, was a girl accustomed to sucking her father's penis, making love to her mother and her girlfriends from school, and had even once had anal intercourse with one of her teachers as a reward for good behaviour. In these regards she was no different to all the others of her country, the Cunt Federacy, which sanctioned and indeed encouraged all such perversions.
However, a couple of strangers join her school from another country, where quite different ethical codes prevailed. One is a boy and the other a girl, Paella, who wears her national costume: a blouse, white socks, black shoes and enormous dildo. Her brother wears a dress and rather a lot of makeup. Paella befriends Lasagne, and the two of them enjoy normally permitted sex with each other: although Lasagne becomes very curious of Paella's dildo which she never removes, any more than her similarly attired mother ever removes hers. However, while playing around they are discovered by Paella's brother, Jerez, who gets excited about Lasagne's body and proceeds to rape her. It was at this point that Honore became aware that her book was moving away from its normal bounds of respectability. Rape was just something that never happened in her books. What was also troubling her was that her plans for the rest of the book was straying even further along these lines.
In the Cunt Federacy, virginity is a prized asset, particularly as it was so relatively easy to lose it. A girl's virginity was traditionally reserved for her father. Paella and her family were unaware of the strength of the taboo in the Cunt Federacy, and after Jerez has deflowered Lasagne, despite her protests, her cunt is then invaded by Paella's dildo, Paella's mother's dildo and lastly Paella's father's prick. Her cunt is a bloody, painful mess and she protests loudly and tearfully. She eventually runs away, blood running down the inside of her thin thighs, and tells her parents of her ordeal. Her troubles aren't over yet. Her parents are furious that she should lose her virginity so easily. Her father rapes her, and then he takes her to a tattooist who etches a tattoo of an erect penis on her face with globules of semen spurting out of its purple glans and spread over her cheeks and forehead.
Wearing this purple badge of disgrace, Lasagne then has a very horrid time at school where she becomes the butt of sexual bullying, unfair discrimination by her teachers and is totally ignored by Paella and Jerez. She is nicknamed Prickface, and is determined to leave school and the Cunt Federacy to somewhere where she can have her accursed tattoo removed and lead a normal life again. Honore knew that as the story stood, there was virtually no chance that it would be accepted by her normal readership and there was a fair chance that it might never be published at all. Why then was she still writing the book? Shouldn't she just abandon it and write a book more like those she normally wrote? What about her projected retelling of the stories of Hans Christian Andersen with rather more sexual intercourse than the original author had ever imagined? Or her project of writing the story of a doctor who fucked all sorts of animals and had won their eternal respect, and eventually ended up fucking a prince who had a camel with two pricks called the fuckmifuckyu?
She glanced back at Hyacinth, who was resting in Innocence's arms,. Innocence was looking down at her lover with an indulgent smile, so like her and so unlike the dark passions that so easily stirred inside Honore. What was the pleasure she got from watching Innocence fuck Hyacinth? Was it the pleasure of seeing her current girlfriend being penetrated by her lover and the hope that it brought both of them great pleasure? Or, more sinisterly, was it Honore indulging a rape fantasy, watching a girl being penetrated until her maidenhead split and the blood dribbled down her legs? Did Honore get pleasure from seeing virginity lost in such a way? And by a freak like Innocence?
Honore blanched. She looked back at the words on the screen. She scrolled it up several pages, reviewing the odd sentence as it went by. She'd have to abandon this book. She was sure of that. Perhaps she should start writing non-sexual books. Honore frowned. Her previous attempts at that genre had not been marked by great success. Nor, in truth, had every one of her books. Her Stephen Fucker never seemed to quite achieve the affect of describing a young man's discovery of his great lovemaking skills in a way that expressed how very good these skills were. Her Pricks and More Pricks never quite built up a truly sympathetic view of her panoply of characters beyond their possessions of oversized penises. Her Sex Professor was rather better at airing her views about sex with students than developing the character of the protagonist or the plot.
Oh well! sighed Honore, saving her manuscript to hard disk and closing the file. She looked at the list of suggested titles she had stored in her Work in Progress directory, and selected Doctor Dildo, her idea of a book concerning an amiable lover of animals. She'd start off by having the good doctor fuck a parrot, she snarled to herself with a bit of venom. She lifted up the weight of her breasts off the desk, and placed them underneath, very nearly resting on the top of her thighs, and commenced by typing the first letter in as large and exotic a font as she could find.
Honore ran a magazine for her readership called 13, ostensibly written by fans of her literature including erotica featuring themselves and their sexual fantasies, but in actual fact mostly written by herself and used principally to promote her books. The current editor was supposedly Delphinium, one of her favourite lovers, but her only real contribution was to pose for the editorial photograph and to lend her signature to the editorial articles that Honore had written herself. It was published every two months featuring short stories, photographic cartoons with word-balloons and several soft-core photographs of her several lovers.
Innocence's presence at her home in Phallus-On-Sea was an opportunity Honore didn't want to miss. Innocence's fame in erotic films had not spread very far, but she knew that photographs of her would stimulate a wider readership than usual. So, instead of the usual photographs of naked pop singers or actors, Honore proposed to Innocence that she pose for the magazine and also appear on the front cover. Innocence hesitated at first.
"Don't worry!" Said Honore with a smile. "13 isn't a hardcore magazine at all. The nearest to sex I'd require is an erect penis." She gripped Innocence's member in her fingers and stroked it slightly. "I'm sure that that's something you'd have no difficulty in supplying," she added with wonder, as Innocence's penis slightly swelled from the attention.
Innocence nodded. "Yes, I'll do it! I'm sure it'll do me no harm."
The photograph session took place several days later when Honore had persuaded her usual photographer to make his way from his photographic studio in Brook, and come all the way to Honore's seaside home. She also contacted Delphinium, also in Brook, who came along with her mother. Delphinium was delighted on arrival to at last relieve herself of the unfamiliar oppression of her clothes. Honore introduced Innocence to Delphinium and smiled as she expressed her wonderment at Innocence's prick.
