In Which Une joins in the study of Algebra; the properties of Twelve are examined by Algebra; and Chastity returns to Innocence.

fter their one session of lovemaking, Algebra was disappointed to find that despite her attempts to repeat it Dodie was decidedly unenthusiastic to do so. Algebra soon concluded that her brief love affair with Dodie had finished almost before it began. She immersed herself in her studies as a way to keep her mind off her continued passion. Her assumption might well have proved true, but events interceded. An old lover of Innocence’s, Une, arrived in Congress and decided to stay in the flat.

Algebra was attracted to Une, although she was much older than anyone she’d made love to before, except for one of her lecturers, who, in any case, was a man. Une dressed very simply in a long white dress to her ankles and paid absolutely no attention to city fashions. She soon re-established her intimacy with Innocence, but showed rather more modesty than Dodie by restricting her lovemaking to the bedroom. Dodie was not at all delighted by this intercession in her love life, nor in how she was excluded from participating in it. Despite Innocence’s occasional sexual activities with her lover, these were too few and too brief to satisfy Dodie. Algebra watched Dodie from a distance, her head generally immersed in text books, although her mind focused on Dodie’s beautiful hairy cunt and the slim breasts with the nipples so prominent against the fabric of her tee-shirts. She hoped that Dodie’s frustration would be relieved on her ever-waiting self.

Her hopes were eventually rewarded, but Algebra sensed that Dodie’s lovemaking was more from a perverse sense of revenge than from any feeling of passion towards her. Although Algebra was expressly forbidden from pissing on Dodie, her lover felt no compunction about releasing volumes of urine onto Algebra’s body and into her mouth, a diet soon supplemented by a more solid and horribly smelly alternative. Algebra didn’t enjoy the long messy turds as they squeezed out of Dodie’s buttocks and plopped onto her face or her chest. She certainly didn’t enjoy the taste and felt rather humiliated as she bent to Dodie’s demands and took them into her mouth. She felt a disgust that drinking urine somehow never provoked. Although her desire for lovemaking with Dodie was being superficially satisfied there was little genuine passion and it made her feel rather unhappy.

She sat down in the living room with Une on a night when Innocence and Dodie were out together to see a concert that Dodie insisted Innocence would enjoy, though even Algebra knew that there was too much of a gulf in the two girls’ musical tastes for this to be likely. Une was reading a thick hardback book that seemed to be several centuries old and occasionally turned the pages from right to left. Algebra glimpsed the print in the book, but to her eyes it appeared to be nothing more than illegible scribbles in a very unfamiliar alphabet. She was immersed in a book of attractors and fractals, and paused on occasion to muse on the more bizarre conclusions the author derived from the equations.

It was on one such occasion that Algebra caught sight of Une studying her with curiosity. Algebra looked across and wondered if Une’s interest might not have been stimulated by her nudity, which contrasted with the long white dress Une wore.

Une smiled.

“You’re a student, aren’t you?” Une asked. “What is it you’re studying?”

“Chaos theory,” answered Algebra. “It’s about how there is chaos in order and order in chaos.”

“That seems a fairly accurate description of life,” Une mused. “And in your life as well, I dare say. Dodie treats you rather badly, doesn’t she? Why’s that, do you think? Is it because she thinks I’m taking Innocence away from her?”

“I think that might be why,” Algebra answered. “Though I wouldn’t say she treats me badly...”

“Do you like eating shit then?”

“Well, not really, but...”

“That sounds pretty cruel to me. You poor girl. You really need a better lover than Dodie. You know she’ll return to Innocence when I’ve gone.”

“She will?”

“You know she will!”

Algebra looked across at Une and became conscious of a welling of tears in her eyes. Barely had she noticed this than the trickle overwhelmed the lid of her eye and trickled down her cheek, followed by a sudden and unexpected sob. Une smiled sympathetically, and this triggered off a sudden outbreak of tears and sobs, which Algebra felt had been inside her for years. She put her head in her hands, dropping Fractal Facts and Friction to the floor with a dull thud. She felt a raw wound gape inside her as she shuddered with the strength of her feelings of frustrated love and dark realism.

Algebra felt an arm around her shoulder and looked up to see a naked Une behind her, smiling sympathetically. She turned her head and buried it deep into Une’s chest, who clucked understandingly as Algebra moaned her wordless desires and fears. Une stroked her shoulders and allowed her hands to wander about the young student’s body, expertly changing her sobs from ones of despair to ones of desire.

It was perhaps inevitable it would result in this, mused Algebra, as the two women rolled about on the thick rug in front of the gas fire, Une’s tongue deep inside her vagina (from which Algebra courteously forbore urinating), and her own tongue and fingers exploring the caverns of Une’s cunt. How could a vagina be so large? wondered Algebra, whose specialisation had never been biology. Her whole fist, and very probably her arm as well, could fit into the capacious recesses parted by the elegantly shaped but spacious lips. Algebra prised it open with the fingers of both hands and pushed her tongue and teeth as deep inside as she could. Meanwhile, her own much tighter cunt was nibbled and licked and stroked with such expert care that despite her misery she came and came again, feeling an ecstasy that had been denied her by Dodie and none of her other lovers had ever granted her.

And so it was that the two were found, buttocks raised above faces and legs stretched out, when Innocence and Dodie returned later that night, Dodie quite clearly the more enthusiastic about the music of Sigmund Gamma.

“Well, Innocence, sweetest,” Dodie cooed, not at all disappointed, “it looks like we’ll be spending the night together. Une is obviously too wrapped up to offer you her company.”

Algebra heard Innocence sigh and watched the two lovers’ bare legs stride out of the living room, leaving her with Une. She didn’t mind. Somehow she felt that her uncharacteristic release of emotion had led to a deeper and more satisfactory experience than any amount of Dodie’s urine could ever provide.

Une soon left, but before Algebra was sure that life could return to normal, another friend of her landladies, Twelve, found need to stay at the flat. She was between being evicted from her last bedsit for fucking too many people too loudly and finding a more tolerant landlord. Twelve was much more like Dodie in character than Innocence, just as Une had been to Innocence, and it was no surprise that it was with Dodie she mostly made love. Twelve was a skinny freckly girl who wore nothing but a long white gown that somehow never managed to hide either her breasts or her cunt, and she had a single long strand of hair which fell coquettishly from her forehead down over her face and onto her shoulder. She had a thick bush of red pubic hair fashioned into the shape of a heart and was otherwise waxed hairless. It wasn’t long until Algebra found herself a toy in the two girls’ sexual games, while Innocence remained seemingly unaware that her lodger was treated with anything other than the respect normally accorded to a gifted student of mathematics.

Twelve and Dodie often enticed Algebra away from her theorems, proofs and topology for sex games which occasionally involved pissing, and sometimes rather more ordinary sex, but more often involved faeces, spanking and bondage. It was only through love of Dodie that she allowed herself to be hung by her arms behind her from the window while Twelve stuck her arse out of the window and let loose long and messy turds over her long hair, down her chest and sometimes into her mouth. She allowed the two girls to tie her up in excruciating positions for hours on end, occasionally enlivened by a brisk spanking or even a caning, but mostly just ignored. She almost preferred the moments of physical contact, however painful and however much it left red and blue blemishes on her back and buttocks, to the long hours of sitting or standing in constant pain, her mouth muzzled and cords digging deep into her wrists or ankles.

However, it was as a result of the greater interest shown her by Twelve’s arrival that Algebra first had sex with Innocence. In all the months she lived in the flat all she had known of Innocence’s body was its naked presence when she was home from work and watching Innocence at play with Dodie, Twelve or Une. She had enjoyed watching Innocence’s prick thrust in and out, back and forth, into the girls’ dripping vagina, raw and throbbing with passion, and then exploding, in a cascade of viscous liquid, as she came to a loud and frantic climax. Algebra would let her book drop down as Twelve would take Innocence’s penis and bring out fountain after fountain of semen, and let it splash onto her breasts and take globules into her mouth.

Algebra had also watched Innocence in the videos in the flat that featured her in a wide variety of sex scenes with a matching variety of partners. Her eyes focused more on Innocence’s beautiful sexy body than those of her partners, whether male or female, who took her wondrous never-tiring penis into any and all of their orifices and revelled in the cascades of semen she produced. Algebra sometimes felt a degree of envy for these partners who, however brief their acquaintance, knew Innocence more intimately than Algebra had managed to.

Dodie and Twelve soon found out about Algebra’s desires on Innocence on those occasions, interspersing the humiliation and pain, when they were kind and considerate to her, even taking her out with them to night clubs where they made love to each other and whoever else they might meet (ensuring that Algebra could only ever watch, and forced to wear clothes which constrained her too much to have any ability to participate).

“Don’t worry, Algebra,” Twelve said softly, as her piss dribbled down Algebra’s chin and onto her chest, “we’ll ensure you get to know Innocence better.”

And so it was that while Algebra sat in her bedroom one evening reading a book on Number Groups and Vectors, she was greeted by a slightly tipsy Innocence and a giggling Twelve and Dodie. The three girls had just been visiting a few friends of Twelve’s and had rather too much to drink and smoke, and Innocence had been persuaded that what Algebra wanted most in the world was to be buggered by her.

“She doesn’t like it the other way,” lied Twelve.

“In fact, what she most likes is to have someone shit into her mouth!” Dodie supported.

“Algebra’s got some pretty strange tastes!” exclaimed Innocence, who nonetheless had met and made love with enough people of bizarre taste in her professional life not to consider this as at all unusual.

“So, why not make a hard-working student happy on the eve of her exams!” wickedly goaded Twelve.

Algebra was soon secured to the frame of the bed, her buttocks high in the air and her eyes looking directly into Twelve’s heart-shaped pubes. Dodie pulled Algebra’s head up so that her mouth pushed directly into Twelve’s semen- and piss-smelling cunt, while with a little more decorum, Innocence plied her tongue at Algebra’s anus, lubricating it with her saliva and a little cunt juice that despite her humiliations Algebra was always able to provide with abundance. She knew that despite the way these activities hurt and disgusted her they provided her with more sexual satisfaction than would less adventurous and more tender lovemaking. It was this proclivity of hers that Twelve recognised and so ruthlessly exploited. Algebra sensed that Twelve got a perverse pleasure from humiliating someone who was pursuing her studies with rather more diligence than she’d ever done in her student days (before dropping out or being expelled, depending on which version of her life story Twelve was promoting on any one day). The fact that Algebra was more than likely to graduate and soon be a professional goaded the girl into a pattern of sexual cruelty that with Dodie’s own sadistic streak became quite obsessive.

Twelve was soon pissing into Algebra’s nostrils, mouth and eyes, while Dodie wrapped herself around alternately Twelve’s and Innocence’s body. Innocence thrust deeper and deeper into an orifice never penetrated before and had been left religiously undisturbed by Twelve and Dodie in their sex play, presumably to heighten this very experience for Algebra as much as possible. The pain was excruciating. Algebra’s anus was not large and not as lubricated as she would have liked. Innocence was too inebriated to distinguish between Algebra’s cries of genuine pain and those of abandoned passion. This was not assisted by the sound of her own cries of pleasure and those of Twelve and Dodie. Algebra’s body was punished again and again with each deep thrust and the cruel slaps from Dodie and Twelve on her shit-, piss- and semen-covered face. It was too much, and it seemed to go on and on and on and ...

Eventually, Algebra lost consciousness. The constant pain and pleasure sapped something from her. She became giddy and flushed, and swooned while Innocence at last transferred her penis into her cunt and her arse was now being penetrated by a dildo strapped around Twelve’s waist. The other three continued their passionate lovemaking for many more minutes after this, and when she eventually gained consciousness she found herself lying in Twelve’s embrace. The trickle of a tear was coming down Twelve’s cheeks, while Innocence looked on worriedly.

“Oh Algebra! Algebra! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have. We shouldn’t have! We’ve gone too far! Can you forgive us? Please say you forgive us!”

Algebra smiled and then swooned away again. She next gained consciousness the following day, and found that Twelve had somehow metamorphosed from her worst tormentor to her most attentive nurse. She also found that, after the fever which racked her for several days after, neither Twelve nor Dodie attempted again to exploit her weakness for the more painful species of sex game. In fact, Twelve only touched her from thence in a tender, thoughtful way and deliberately avoided any contact with Algebra’s breasts or cunt. She seemed genuinely remorseful.

“I don’t know how you can forgive me. I really don’t!” she would say, holding Algebra with the same intensity of tenderness that she’d earlier expressed in petty torture. “I don’t know how I can ever be forgiven. Please try to believe me when I say I’ll never treat you like that again.”

Algebra smiled and stroked Twelve’s cheek with her hand. Was this the same girl? she wondered, as Twelve bowed her head down and buried it into Algebra’s lap. What had Algebra’s sufferings been like to trigger such an apparent change in Twelve?

Secretively, Algebra had already started looking for another flat to live in before Chastity returned into her sister’s life. She had suffered too much from the treatment meted out to her by Dodie and Twelve, and although neither girl was now anything other than kind and attentive, the damage had been done. She had indulged too much, too often and too intensely in forms of sexual behaviour that were physically dangerous and not at all salubrious. All she wanted to do now was pass her exams and leave the painful episode behind her. However, fresh torments were to come which she vaguely sensed when she came home from university to find Chastity’s unfamiliar figure sprawled out on the sofa with a smug smile on her face, being addressed uncharacteristically sternly by Innocence who was sitting opposite her with an arm around Dodie’s shoulders.

“And what makes you think you’d be welcome back here?” she demanded of her sister, who was dressed in a loose white gown rather like Twelve’s, with the same inability to hide her breasts or vagina, and very short hair.

“Innocence. Sweetheart. You’re my sister! And where else am I to go? I can’t afford the debts on the flat and there’s nothing for me in Labia. You can surely put me up for a while in Congress while I look for a job and a flat of my own? My famous sister and her even more famous prick can easily afford to do that.”

“It’s not a question of affording to keep you, Chastity, and well you know it. I don’t know how you can have the gall to come here!”

However, Chastity eventually won the argument, as Algebra knew she would. Innocence was far too sympathetic to her sister’s plight to do otherwise, although she made it abundantly clear that it was only a temporary arrangement. Chastity settled in with rather more of an attitude of permanence than seemed consistent with this claim, and soon the third bedroom became hers. Algebra could see Innocence’s and Dodie’s discomfort with Chastity’s presence in their flat, but she wasn’t at first sure why. Certainly, Chastity’s self-assertiveness and pushiness were a little off-putting, but she was very kind and considerate to Algebra. She seemed to show genuine interest in the exotic and esoteric branches of mathematics Algebra was engaged in, even though her questions were rather naïve and showed a lack of real understanding. Algebra learnt from Chastity that she and her sister had fallen out over a genuine misunderstanding regarding a shared relationship with Twelve. This seemed quite plausible to Algebra who noted that Twelve quite soon left the flat not long after Chastity arrived and was reluctant to discuss any past liaisons she’d had. Twelve appeared to be genuinely embarrassed about her past with Chastity, and in the absence of any contrasting story from Dodie and Innocence who kept themselves quite distant from their new guest there was no reason for Algebra to suspect otherwise.

Algebra soon discovered that Chastity was also a very good lover. It was within a few days that her love life was immeasurably enhanced by Chastity’s impromptu seduction which somehow occurred so naturally that it was only afterwards that Algebra asked herself how it had progressed from such innocent conversation. Algebra needed little persuasion to share her bed with Chastity, who knew exactly how to bring her orgasm after orgasm as she lay back on the bed while Chastity’s teeth, tongue and hands explored every crevice, every pore, every inch of her body. Her passion for Dodie became a distant memory, assisted by the distance she maintained now Chastity was there. Indeed, her landladies became rather jealous of each other, as if keeping a common front against any potential assault from Chastity. Algebra developed the theory that there might be an incident of incest in the two sisters’ past that explained the gulf that currently existed, although she was sure it probably resulted from nothing more than Chastity’s rather obvious enthusiasm for sex.

Algebra’s sympathetic attitude towards Chastity gradually changed as her new lover became more adventurous in her sex games. When Chastity first pissed on her, Algebra was delighted. This was how it was supposed to be! she exclaimed to herself. Pissing should come naturally in one’s sex life. It shouldn’t be forced. And how clever of Chastity to guess that this was the sort of attention that Algebra enjoyed. However, Chastity soon extended her repertory of sexual activity to include buggery with a dildo, shitting into her mouth, slapping her, beating her with a belt, tying her to the back of a chair, and many other such activities that she’d thought had been left behind when Twelve abandoned them. She was rather more forceful with her protests than before. She’d already been through all this humiliation. But Chastity ignored her, although she readily promised whatever Algebra might demand and smiled winningly. Algebra realised that Chastity was just too practised in this activity and had correctly gauged her as the kind of woman who was drawn to the darker side of sexual pleasure.

Chastity began inviting others back home with her and Algebra was made to participate in Chastity’s sexual games with these people as well. Sometimes, it was Algebra who was humiliated: tied up and forced to watch as Chastity and her new partner fucked away in front of her, often to have semen, piss or shit spread over her face and body. Sometimes, it was Algebra who participated in the humiliation of the guest, although she was coerced to do so. And some of the girls and boys Chastity brought back were so young! Younger than Algebra’s own eighteen years that was for sure. They were virtually children, bewildered and alarmed at what was being done to them. Algebra noticed, however, that there was a certain amount of subterfuge to Chastity’s introduction of such partners into the house. She was told never to inform either Innocence or Dodie of who she’d brought back and definitely not what they got up to. When Algebra asked why, she was told it was to prevent any ‘misunderstanding’; though Algebra wasn’t at all sure why Chastity should be so concerned when Dodie and Twelve were not that much better.

It was with some relief that Algebra announced to Innocence one evening that she’d found a flat to share with two final year students from her university. She explained that she thought that it would be better for her to share with other students and not be distracted by people who had other things to do with their lives. Innocence tried to find out where Algebra was going to stay and nodded sadly when Algebra said she didn’t want to pass that information on.

“It’s because of my sister, isn’t it? You don’t want her following you when you leave. Has she been treating you that badly?”

Algebra nodded and burst into tears. She buried her naked body into Innocence’s breasts and cried voluminously and unselfconsciously. Innocence coaxed the girl into her bed and they were soon making love which she performed with a tenderness and attention to detail much like it was at first with Chastity. Algebra looked in awe at Innocence’s powerful penis thrusting deep inside her, while so intimately connected to such a beautiful and feminine body. She bent her head back and let loose a long and powerful cry.

“So tell me,” said Innocence, as she and Algebra lay on the bed-sheets after Algebra was exhausted by passion, “what has my sister been doing? What has she been making you do?”

Algebra looked down shyly at Innocence’s limp penis between her legs and reached out a hand to stroke it. She continued stroking it, gently persuading it to a stubborn erection while hesitantly detailing all she had observed and participated in, noticing Innocence’s confused mixture of approbation and sexual pleasure at the events she described.

“My sister’s a monster!” Innocence exclaimed. “She mustn’t stay under this roof for a moment longer. Tomorrow she has to get out, whatever excuses she might have!”