2084

2084 (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 2 – Day Dawns

She had not quite yet been one-month in service to Elspeth, and already Amanda had begun to wonder if the life-threatening whipping she had been contracted to endure for her failings working at Le Rosbif, would not have been preferable to her life as lived now.

The constant calls of "Mary!" with the insult of her real name having no further part to play in her young life, were degrading.

Amanda's days could be the full twenty-four hours.

Each and every day, she had been out of bed for more than an hour by 05.30. By 05.30, Amanda had spent her daily-hour running the rolling road and pedalling the stationary bicycle in the gymnasium, showered and entered the all-over blow-dryer. She was not allowed to ever touch her body, even with a towel. In the shower, she had pressed the buttons for shampoo and shower gel, and followed it with the powerful jets of cold water she must endure to ensure her ardour, the ardour of a super-intelligent quietly fierily-passionate young woman, was kept in check.

Cameras kept an unblinking eye on her every naturally sexy step. She knew it would trigger an alarm were she to make any "inappropriate" movements. The supremely seductive wonder of her own body was forbidden Amanda.

Amanda had, unashamedly unashamed, pleasured herself regularly since she had been twelve. There was only one higher love than that of an extremely beautiful girl for her own body. Amanda had always found the looking-glass view of her wonderful face and figure a tremendous turn-on. She loved to masturbate herself, and now yearned for it.

She knew all her pleasure points. She knew her nipples were hair-trigger sensitive and how her clit would hide itself when she was aroused. She loved the taste of her own honey from her slender bendy-backwards supremely pretty fingers, and had often wished she were impossibly supple, such that she could kiss her own slit. Of course she could kiss and suck her own nipples….but…..oh no……..please……….no………she must not even think about such heaven!

It had been a school classmate who had introduced Amanda to girl-girl love: the highest love of all. Amanda's enthusiasm had been totally unrestrained unconstrained and uncontained; her classmate, a flame-haired freckle-faced extremely pretty redhead, had somehow felt guilty for enjoying their kisses; but not Amanda. To play her gorgeous fingers through Rosetta's twisting-within-twists back-of-knee-length cascading red-hot-poker-flamed hair, and smell the sweet scent of her innocent breath between each lingering and lengthily long and longed for kiss, had shown Amanda that she was made for love, and the only true love for her would ever be that of another equally beautiful girl.

There had been boys too though. John, her first boyfriend, had been just fifteen. He'd talked dirty all the time. He'd made out he had had sex with Rosetta, and Amanda had only really wanted John's cock in her, so as to know what it was like to be fucked, and for John to inject her with any residue of Rosetta's honey.

She had been painfully disappointed on both counts. John had been as much a virgin as she. He had no finesse. She was dry and unready as he had tried to cock her. It had seared her. He had ruptured her hymen but not torn it. She had bled and he had become frightened. His curses after his semen had baptise-spurted hot onto Amanda's supremely beautiful right thigh, had shocked her. He had called her all the dirty names he could think of, and blamed her for his lack of progress to prowess. And yet the burning pain in her slit, her bleeding, the bespunking of her thigh, and his violent virulent vile insults, had turned Amanda on!

Simon could not keep his eyes off her. He was supposed to know better. After all, he was a teacher. His order for Amanda to stay behind after class had been butterfly-tummy welcomed by the delectable schoolgirl. His 'punishment' for her supposed naughtiness, had also been so nice. His cock up her bum hurt, but oh god how she creamed and little-girly-sigh-moan-screamed as he slow fucked her anus and played with her nipples for a timeless hour without end!

Her slit rape by the headmaster had immediately followed Simon's forced resignation, two-months later. She had bled again and her hymen was snapped causing Amanda immense pain. Dr Smith had been brutal. He had wanted to fuck her mouth and had got his revenge for Amanda's refusal, by raping her slit whilst she was lubricated only by her virgin's blood. Then he too had called her filthy names. Amanda had cried, but had masturbated immediately after, calling herself dirty filthy names, in order to enjoy the pain and the pain both again.

Amanda had lived with Trirene, a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, and Trirene's boyfriend Simon (yes, Amanda's former teacher) since she, Amanda, had been sixteen. Amanda was made for love and both Trirene and Simon adored her. No night passed without Amanda in the arms of one or the other or the both of them. Most often, Simon would be taking Amanda's incredibly beautiful bottom, whilst Amanda was being kissed and lovingly fondled by Trirene.

It was not as if she was not pampered. Now she was 'Mary' Elspeth's personal maid, it was not as if she was not pampered. Elspeth had Amanda girlicured, hands and feet, her legs shaved and waxed, her hair cropped close to her fine handsome regally shaped head, in the loveliest tightest little negress' natural curls, thus exposing her extremely pretty, dainty little ears, and her sex shaved and waxed to a vulnerable virginal shining slitductiveness, every other day by the visiting Maid-Valeting Service.

It was horribly shaming that this same visiting service also looked after Eslpeth's four Alsatian dogs. It told Amanda her place that this was so. Elspeth liked dogs and she liked pretty girls. Elspeth drew no distinction between them. Indeed, the dogs, all thoroughbreds, had cost a metaphorical fortune, whereas girls were now a dozen to the cent.

Today Amanda was dressed typically. She had been chosen for her decorativeness. She was stunningly stunning, a beauty among beauties and she had become a trophy for her mistress to show off. And to show her off, Amanda's captivating astonishing loveliness was held captive.

Amanda's corset was the literal foundation of her apparel. The dark coffee beauty of her flawless negress' complexion, begged for bright yellow to contrast with its heavenliness, and was not disappointed. Between her 40-inch double-D-cup bosom, and her 36-inch hips, Amanda had a 22 inch waist: she had a figure that would cause the devoutest nun to immediately abandon celibacy.

Amanda's corset was immensely strong and fitted at rear with steel-wire straps rather than mere stay-strings. At its middle where Amanda's lovely slimness curved-in to her flat-softly-curved belly, centrally adorned by her concave navel, the corset contained a hidden, steel-reinforced, belt. The daily duty of turning the faucet-handled screws, on the compression clamp that was put through the steel hoops at the two ends of the wire rope, so that Amanda's corset would be thus pulled tight, by squeezing the steel belt closed around Amanda, tighter and tighter at the middle of her lower-back, till the two hoops in the rope-ends could be locked together, and the compressor clamp removed, was a delight that Elspeth sometimes performed herself, but usually left to such as the garden, kitchen, bedroom, or even the lavatory maids. Elspeth liked her personal maids to have ten-inch waists, and Amanda was not going to be an exception.

Amanda hated the quarter-cup bra that the top of this particular corset swept into. It lifted her overwhelmingly wonderful bosom, putting her 40 inch chest 'on-the-counter', lewdly and crudely displayed torpedoically, and excruciatingly embarrassingly for such a shy girl. It was shaming and shy-making for Amanda too, that her two-inch diameter brown-pink areole, with their stiff central teat-peaks, were left completely bare.

The corset had front and rear suspenders for Amanda's stockings. Sheer-white nylons contrasted with her glorious brown flesh so wonderfully. Her stockings had tops no more than halfway up her magnificent thighs, and these tops were inverted-veed by the pull-upwards of her suspenders, at front running down bare brown thigh, and at rear, impractically super-erotically, over the mountains of her monumentally feminine, daringly bare derriere half-moons.

A white choker around her swan-slim neck next. Then her shoes. Oh god those shoes. Of course they were balletic. No girl with legs as supremely extremely beautiful as Amanda's was not going to have them displayed in full stretched-muscled glory.

Amanda's legs were incredibly wonderful. She had the legs of a goddess, long and yet curved and smooth, and athletic and strong without being at all obviously muscular. In nature she moved with the grace of a Nubian tribesgirl. Amanda had a slow haughty princessly presence, entirely without self-consciousness in the wonderful beauty of her natural gait. Five-feet-ten tall, Amanda was 100-pounds of all-girl pure passion.

The shoes were white leather with steel soles that curved Amanda's feet cruelly, so as to ensure she stood on her big toes' tip-top-tops in ballerina fashion at all times. Long white leather laces were pulled tight to tie them to her dainty feet, and a strap around her super-slim ankles padlocked them permanently for the day. The squared-off steel capped toe-ends of these shoes was Amanda's only contact with the ground her beauty blessed.

Amanda always gasped unavoidably sexily whenever the cinch-chain was pulled up between her thighs. Its cruel ministration would taunt and tease her all day. A simple multi-linked chain, it hooked to a steel hoop at the bottom-back of her corset, came down between the domes of her divine derriere, and then up very hard and very high between the lips of her slit, to be padlocked-off at the ring at the bottom-front of her corset. Its purpose was to keep her attentive by causing her constant pain. It served its purpose unremittingly unmercifully.

Amanda would never be allowed out of Elspeth's house without her hobble. Accordingly, the lavatory maid making Amanda ready this day, as someone did every day now, clipped a two-inch-long chain between the ankle-straps of Amanda's balletic shoes.

The dress, Amanda's maid's dress, could vary. Today it was to be the one Amanda hated for its shame. White to contrast with Amanda's glowing negress beauty, it was tailored to hug a girl with a ten-inch waist, and could thus follow Amanda's enforced curves with close-clinging attention. Taken over Amanda's head, its elasticised waistband could never have cleared Amanda's stupendous bosom, so it had to open all down its back and be buttoned-up afterwards to cling to Amanda's hour-glassed body.

Soon buttoned in place, its short sleeves puffed femininely out above the biceps of Amanda's graceful arms. Its hem was above the stocking tops on Amanda's magnificent thighs. At puff-sleeves and at hem, it was decorated with patterned lace in the bright-yellow that was a match for Amanda's corset. Amanda's maid's apron frilly-fringed, just a tiny impractical maid-status-confirming bright-yellow apron, with no bib, was tied around Amanda's ten-inch waist, with its stings bound into a pretty bow behind her. And then an elasticated coronet of frilly bright yellow material was fixed on Amanda's queenly head, so that its front was just above Amanda's hairline. This band bore a name in crimson letters: "Mary".

The insulting impersonal headband was psychologically destroying, but the upset for Amanda in wearing this particular maid's dress arrangement, was not the headband, but that the dress' neckline swooped low and square, leaving the tops of her stupendous breasts bare, and barely covering her huge nipples, pulling tight against which, its diaphanous material was openly poked out by their central pillars of erectable sensitivity. Amanda was sweetly shy, and hated having her 40-inch chest so blatantly exposed. But now it was no longer Amanda's choice in such matters.

By now too, it was 06.15 and she would have to walk the dogs.

Amanda's rhythmic wiggle was super-enhanced by her 10-inch waist. Her bottom swung like a demented pendulum as she walked. Taking the tiny-tiny-tiptoe steps the two-inch hobble-chain forced upon her, Amanda's progress was slow.

"Good morning Mary" her mistress greeted the beauty when Amanda emerged from the maids' quarters to start her new day of duty, as Elspeth passed her, on her way to her office.

"Good morning my lady" Amanda dutifully responded, as she curtsied with a bobbing down by bending and straightening her glorious legs.

"When you have walked the dogs Mary, I want you to escort Natalie to school again please", Elspeth instructed with firm clear and gentle kindness.

"Yes my lady", Amanda acknowledged with another supremely sexy-thighy curtsy.

Taking Elspeth's astonishingly pretty fourteen-year-old daughter to school was another daily duty for Amanda now.

Walking the dogs was a twice-per day duty Amanda dreaded. They were little more than grown puppies as yet. Amanda was literally tied to them. Their leashes were fastened to amulets tight around Amanda's slender wrists, two leashes to each wrist.

The four already huge Alsatians were so strong, and pulled so. Poor Amanda was made to run lest she be caused to fall, and to run in her two-inch hobble-chain was extremely difficult. Amanda's lovely body swung and swayed like a runaway train with her glorious breasts bouncing fit to escape her dress as the dogs fought to get to the local parkland, and their chance to be unleashed and run free.

The wiggle-trotty-tiptop-of-tiptop-of-tip-of-tip-of big toe running forced on poor Amanda by the pulling dogs, made her inner love-lips chafe on the cinch-chain between her thunder-strong thighs unmercifully painfully. As Amanda prettily trotted, the question who was taking whom for a walk, was the clearly obvious one someone watching would have asked.

Amanda loved the dogs: Mars, Jupy, Moony, and Neppy. She had always adored animals and had wanted, as a child, to be a veterinarian.

But Amanda was also all too aware of the reaction of these dogs to her sensual sexiness. She knew the dogs could smell her musk, and that it turned them on. She wore no panties and her slit was openly scenting the air sufficiently for a dog's sensitive nose to know she was a sexually ripe female.

Amanda would gently but firmly brush and push them off when they took too much interest in sniffing her natural odour, but feared they would disobey. It was so embarrassing to have them try to nuzzle her crutch, and the cold-dampness of their noses on the smooth flesh of the exposed thigh above her stocking tops, always made her leap with surprise.

Let loose in the local park, they would run wild and frolic, and Amanda's fear was that they would disobey her call for them to return to their leashes. It was a fear that was becoming secondary though. Now they had had Amanda walk them for one-month near, they seemed instinctively aware that Amanda was due on heat.

Amanda's monthly feminine bleed was days away. Amanda was in randy-week, the week in which her sexual drives and impelling impulses were at their height of might. Amanda realised that the dogs knew she was about to seep her livid crimson wine, because, though she unleashed them, they continued to hover around her, and to sniff the wonderful aroma from Amanda's natural-cycle-obedient slit, whilst their cocks visibly twitched into and down from erection.

This was so embarrassing, and yet Amanda found herself compelled to look at their cocks. It had the fascination of horror almost, and yet it was so complimentary that her feminine charms could cause such devastating arousal.

"Good morning miss!" a passing girl this, who must have seen Amanda staring at the four blatantly boldly throbbing dog cocks her slit's musk was causing.

Amanda hung her head in shame.

"Healthy specimens you have their young lady", the girl continued even before Amanda could respond.

Amanda was both relieved and dismayed by this second statement. She was relieved because she had thought the young woman, a salesgirl by the look of her, had noticed and was referring to the dogs: she was deeply embarrassed now, because she realised that the girl was in fact admiring Amanda's superb breasts.

"Thank you miss" Amanda shyly curtsied, wishing only that the girl would go away.

"You got a steady girlfriend then sweetheart?" The salesgirl was clearly not going to leave Amanda alone.

"Yes miss" Amanda lied, dropping another unavoidably very sexy curtsy.

"Mary eh? Said the girl, after glancing at Amanda's headband. That's a pretty name, and you're one hell of a babe!".

Flurried, Amanda hurried to get the dogs back on their leashes, longing to escape the attention she had not sought and yet both did and did not want.

"Thank you miss" she answered with averted eyes, whilst peripherally looking to see if this nuisance and yet pleasing pleasure was going on her way, only to see that the full length of her stupendous legs was being looked up and down and down and up and up and down by the smitten young woman.

"My god, have you got legs, or have you got legs?!"

"I must be on my way miss" Amanda politely insisted, as the dogs now back on their leashes tugged enthusiastically homeward at the thought of the bowls of meat that would greet them there.

As she wiggle trotted home with the dogs all but pulling her of her pretty feet, a loud long low whistle of appreciation followed Amanda's undulating and swinging rear, and was followed in turn by a sincerely meant call of: "You're a fucking honey! You look after yourself sweetheart!"

Back at Elspeth's home, Amanda was heard to wiggle her dainty tiptoe steps on the hard floor of the kitchen.

"Mary? Is that you?" called Elspeth from her office, a room off to one side of her huge dining room.

"Yes my lady" Amanda called musically beautifully back with, she hoped, not too much volume.

Amanda had already squatted showing enormous expanse of huge folded thigh of ejaculationary eroticism, and the dogs had gathered round, to smell her slit the more, as Amanda poured water from a jug into their drinking bowls. And all four dogs gently nuzzled Amanda's huge thighs, and tried to nudge her off balance to get at her slit.

As she squatted, the skirt of Amanda's maid's dress, so short in hem, had ridden of her cinch sundered slot, and she suddenly let out an involuntary unstifled girly-girl-gasp of surprise shock and pleasure, as an eager tongue had found the nude-shaven smooth lips of her crack, and she was instantaneously lapped into love-honey flow.

For poor frustrated Amanda, now nearing a month without sexual relief, it was but a brief moment of shocking pleasure, as the other equally eager dogs pushed her canine licking-lover aside, to get their turn to taste heaven……… but then …………. Elspeth's voice calling her, caused Amanda to girly-gasp, and stand for fear she would be discovered……….

"Give the dogs something really really tasty to eat while you're already there please Mary, there's a dear!" Elspeth now called.

"Oh, and don't give them that stuff that smells of fish. It makes their breath stink. I want them back on a meat diet right now. I'm not listening to the Maid-Valets on that one anymore. 'Fish for dogs', whatever will they dream up next? Fish is for cats. Meat is for dogs, don't you agree? Give them some of the stuff delivered yesterday. You'll see the cans: it's called 'Samantha'."

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Tears filled Amanda's eyes at the realisation that she was, after not even quite a whole month as a personal maid, already so deprived as to become depraved enough to have wanted the dogs to have their way just before now.

Her mind was revolted and sickened by the idea, but not a minute before her body had wanted it to continue: she had wanted to be tongue-fucked: she had wanted to be tongue-fucked by the dogs.

Amanda was a brilliantly intelligent nineteen-year-old, with a mind as supremely sharp as her body was extremely beautiful. Tears welled in her eyes, and she sobbed, and she licked her constant-kiss-proffering pert negress' gorgeous lips. Tears trickled from Amanda's heavenly eyes as she realised what she had so nearly let herself be reduced to.

Then a newly renewed will came to the fore. Amanda breathed a deep breath, heaving her hugely heavenly chest, as she wiped away the evidence of her tears with her simply gorgeous slim bendy-back fingers.

Amanda had no choice but to be a maid. Her mistress had refused to pay her for her failed performance as a waitress at Le Rosbif. Amanda could not now go back to college when the new year began. She could not afford the fee: her place would have already gone. She was reduced to being a maid and there was nothing, but nothing she could do, but be thankful she had a good mistress, that she got a healthy meal once per day, and a clean bed to sleep in at nights.

……………

It was now time to get Elspeth's gorgeously pretty little nymphet daughter to school.

Amanda wiggled to the door of the dining room to call to Elspeth in her office: "I am just going to escort Miss Natalie to her school my lady!"

"Thank you Mary!" came the gentle rewarding-toned answer.

A few moments later, Amanda tapped on Natalie's bedroom door, gently and politely.

As every time before' she heard no response, and so continued knocking as she opened the door and sweetly called out: "Miss Natalie? It's Mary, Miss Natalie".

It was no shock to Amanda now. She knew already that she would enter Natalie's bedroom and find the fourteen-year-old kink-curly-blonde-haired angel, pretending to be asleep with her superbly rock firm rosebud-pink nippled intact-virgin's budding breasts, accidentally on purpose, wholly exposed to Amanda's gaze.

Natalie was in fact little good at pretending, and a smile played on her lovely unkissed mouth.

"Do you think my titties are pretty, Mary?" asked the petulant young foxette as she ceased her pretence and opened her eyes.

"It is not for me to say Miss Natalie", Amanda answered.

"But they are aren't they? And you love looking at them don't you?" Natalie teased and taunted: using the unvarnished truth in the process of doing so, for indeed Amanda found Natalie exceptionally extremely attractive.

"I could have you whipped for looking at my tits the way you do!" Natalie laugh-shouted, and then collapsed into girly giggles that caused her titties to jiggle uncontrollably, and unsettlingly for poor Amanda, as Natalie's nipples mesmerisingly jigger-circled in the air.

"Mary loves my titties! Mary loves my titties! Mary loves my titties!" Natalie singing-mocked.

Then: "You're so fucking gorgeous!" said the little nymph suddenly.

Amanda winced to hear such an unpleasant word on the pretty lips of so young a girl.

"Just looking at you makes me go all wet between my legs. Do you know that Mary?"

Amanda tried to recover the situation: "My lady has given me the honour of escorting you to school again this morning, Miss Natalie".

"Well, I'm not going to school or anywhere else either, till I've had a good wank looking at you!" the sexy nymph retorted as she threw back her bed cover, and leaped completely naked, heavenly blonde-curled triangle surrounding virgin-tight cunt and all, to dainty little feet on carpeted floor.

"You're just so fucking gorgeous I gotta hava wank", teased Natalie as she walked around Amanda, ogling the older girls perfect legs.

"Mummy says when I'm sixteen I can have my own maid. I've already told her I want it to be you" Natalie teased.

Natalie approached Amanda, and Amanda made no resistance as the pert nymphet put an enquiring hand up between Amanda's enormously strong thighs, onto Amanda's warm sex.

Amanda closed her eyes and gently bit her lower lip: "Please, please, don't Miss Natalie"

Natalie withdrew her lovely little hand: "Does that chain up you hurt very much?" She asked with genuine gentle concern.

"It hurts a lot Miss Natalie", Amanda answered.

Her answer was not being listened to. Natalie was pinching her own nipples, and gently rubbing them between her forefingers and thumbs, as she walked around and around Amanda. The little girl's breathing grew heavier. She now caressed her perfect little titties with her fingers, the ends of her forefingers flicking her now supremely stiff nipples, like windscreen wipers, with a constant flick-flick-flick-flick rhythm. Natalie then gasped as her slit juices began to flow. Her eager right hand went down to her mons and pressed, and she gasped with pleasure and uttered between her clenched teeth, "You're a fucking whore", as her finger found her clitoris and she uttered a tiny shocked squeal, as she immediately came. "Ahhh…ah…that was for your tits now two more for your fucking legs…." Amanda's own nipples were pulsing as she watched the little girl masturbating over her. Amanda dare not do anything to encourage Natalie, but was wholly holy bowled-over with flattery, that her physical and facial beauty could so command over the schoolgirl that she must needs masturbate. The little girl orgasmed again, more strongly this time, and then twice more, clenching her teeth as she uttered squeals of delight that Amanda feared Elspeth must surely hear…… "Fuck!……

Fuck! ……..Fuck!!…… oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, god, oh, oh, oh, god, god, oh, oh ohhhh your fucking legs, your fucking legs, your fucking bloody fucking bloody, oh oh, your fucking legs, your fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh your fucking legs, your fucking beautiful legs!!!!!!!!!!!" Natalie moan-screamed as she came for a fifth and sixth time………..

………A sudden access of shame now hit Natalie.

"Don't you dare look at me like that again whore!" she spat at Amanda.

"Please accept my apologies Miss Natalie" Amanda breathed with her lovely soft strong mezzo voice.

……….A silence followed………….

"……….Only if you will accept mine first Mary: I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude to you", smiled the pretty girl, with crystal sincerity. "Please accept my apology".

"Of course Miss Natalie" Amanda answered politely, with a very leggy curtsy.