2084

2084 (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 3 – Evening Calm

If truth be told, Elspeth's daughter Natalie was as empty-headed as she was pretty.

No: that judgement is a little harsh. Harsh though it may be though, there was a vast chasm between the fourteen-year-old Natalie, enjoying her freedom, and free and full education, and Amanda, wonderfully intellectually gifted, but denied education, and forced to work as a personal maid to the schoolgirl's mother.

In 2084, a girl's standard education was orientated solely toward making her a good wife. Natalie was having lessons in fitness and deportment, cooking, sewing, knitting, and gardening, with minimal mathematics and English.

Boy / girl sex could not be banned, but the stupidity of men in letting Britain's population outstrip its GDP, had had to be overcome. Men no longer married: they used the abundant brothels. In the brothels the state could ensure that sex was had for the sake of sex, and did not result in excessive childbirth.

Natalie's dream, as with every other girl of her generation and class, would be to meet the right girl and marry her: girl-girl marriage being the other way in which the state had gained the upper hand over the sexual imperative, and thus over population growth.

In fact, Natalie was attending a private school funded by a group of women including her mother: a school at which a university entrance level education was available to a pupil who had more on her mind, or to her mind, than Natalie's obsessions with looking pretty, shopping, pop music, and older girls.

Amanda's heart was pounding and her breathing was heaving her stupendous chest, as she wiggled obediently along with Natalie to the gates of the Academy for Heavenly Girls, forced to take her two-inch tiptoe wiggle-steps in her balletic shoes by the chain-hobble between her shapely ankles.

Naturally sexy in her grey school uniform, Natalie was sweet and gentle and chatty. She still felt guilty for being so rude to Amanda earlier that morning.

Amanda did not approve of the length of Natalie's skirt: for goodness sake it only just covered the little angel's very shapely bottom. One could quite clearly see Natalie's very tight white knickers, and the way her heavenly pod shaped them at front: and she had such pretty legs. If their mothers let their daughters dress like this, was it any wonder that gangs of older girls were waylaying such innocents as Natalie and raping them? Amanda knew that Elspeth shared this concern about her fourteen-year-old daughter, and had thus posted Amanda to escort Natalie to and from school every day.

Amanda's heart was pounding, and her breathing was heaving her stupendous chest, as she wiggled obediently along in escort to Natalie.

It had happened only yesterday and Amanda was sure of it.

Amanda's heart was pounding and she was not really listening to Natalie's lovely soprano-smiling, moist-lipped, giggle-punctuated, pretty chatter.

She had had her back to Amanda; but those glorious Titian curls within curls cascading to cover her bottom were surely unmistakable.

"………and I said I'd like to marry a girl like you Mary. But Smithy said not to be so silly cos nobody married a mere maid. And I said if Smithy saw you she'd see how beautiful you are. And anyhow I'd only said 'a girl like you' and not that I wanted to marry you yourself Mary….Do you think I was right Mary? Do you Mary? Do you?……. Do you?……. Mary?"

Natalie forgot her question as she looked at Amanda and saw Amanda's eyes on the wonderful heavenfall of curling coiling red hair that blessed the world on an older girl with another of Natalie's school-friends: an older girl attentive to her charge and thus unaware she was being admired, twice-over.

"……..Oh she's really gorgeous Mary! Do you like her Mary? Do you? Do you Mary?" Natalie lisped sweetly in an awed stage whisper.

Getting no answer from the smitten Amanda, Natalie ran over to her friend and, with all the lack of inhibition of the very young, turned to her school-friend's maid and, loudly, so that Amanda could also hear, called out to the stunning redhead, "My maid…she's over there…. she thinks you're lovely. Her name's Mary!"

Then, turning to see the results of her intention to draw Amanda to the attention of the other maid, and being disappointed that nothing seemed to happen in the short interval before she, Natalie, and her friend entered the school, Natalie prettily skipped off with a giggling "Byeeee!" and a mischievous wave of her hand to Amanda.

Amanda had dutifully turned to return to Elspeth's home, when a cool charming voice called: "Amanda??"

Amanda, despite the call of duty, turned to look and be devastated by the crystal clear green eyes, of a redhead with translucently pale white skin, with delightful light freckles on her face, dressed in a lovely green micro-mini-maid's uniform, and hobbled at the ankles of her extremely shapely bare legs.

"Amanda!!! It's Rosetta! Hi!", called Rosetta's heavenly voice.

"You must be mistaken miss: my name is Mary" answered Amanda, knowing she was being an utter fool, not able to disguise that she was indeed Rosetta's former school-friend and first love.

Amanda then instantly turned and wiggled away on her way back home, her heart thumping fit to escape her beautiful chest.

"Amanda surely??……… 'Mary'?……..oh……..oh god: yes of course……….Amanda? Amanda……they…..they call me 'Eve'…….!" Rosetta's lovely voice called to the receding Amanda.

Amanda continued to wiggle on tiptoe in her hobble, back to her bounden duty, her majestic head held proudly high, tears running down her adorable face.

……………

"Mary?" Elspeth's voice called from the office at the sound of the tip-tap of Amanda's delightful all-girl 100-pounds pretty-wiggling back into Elspeth's home.

"Mary?" the voice repeated.

"Yes my lady?"

"I have guests tonight Mary. And I want you to serve table"

"Yes my lady"

"I think you used to know them. The Rollinsons? Simon and Trirene? They've come up in the world. They have an exceptionally attractive maid: 'Eve' I think her name is…….."

"Yes my lady"

"I want to give them a bit of a treat. I want you to serve at table, topless: you know: bare-chested. Will that be alright with you Mary?"

"Of course my lady"

In truth, Amanda was completely horrified.

"It's for Trirene….she's a bit of a one is Trirene……..she's got an eye for the girls! She'll just love you!"

Amanda was dutifully approaching Elspeth's office.

"May I go to the bathroom please my lady?" Amanda enquired sweetly

"No you may not. Look: I don't want any slip-ups tonight. Simon is as well out of it, but Trirene has the brains I need. Le Rosbif is getting bigger! I'm spreading into Europe. I need a partner, and Trirene's also got the money………"

Elspeth began to notice Amanda's evident discomfort…….

"Oh, go to the lavatory if you must, but I want you back here to get some papers photocopied, so be quick about it!"

"Thank you my lady"

Amanda wiggled to the bathroom and, once in there, removed the screw-top from a quarter-filled carboy. She then hovered her exquisite slit over a funnel she had placed in the carboy's neck.

Moments later came the sweet hiss and musically magical trickle-tinkle-trickle-kiss-hiss of Amanda's arousingly aromatic personal water.

Her necessary business done, Amanda waited for the last fine droplets of her water to drip from the cruel cinch-chain, before moving to the bidet to spray herself fresh. She then replaced the lid on the carboy, and wiggled back to her mistress.

"Over there: 12 copies of each please Mary"

……………

"My glasses please Mary"

Simon and Trirene sat expectantly. Trirene had just passed Elspeth a very legalistic looking document.

Elspeth's eye-glasses were entirely within Elspeth's own reach, but she wanted to display her authority, and thus Amanda must wriggle-wiggle in the half-inch hobble she wore that evening, over from the bar in Elspeth's dining room, to the table beside Elspeth's easy chair, and there bend her wonderful body, with the full unadorned glory of her huge breasts as bare as nature but more beautiful by far, to dutifully hand her mistress the spectacles she had been ordered to pick up for her.

Amanda was suffering agonies of embarrassment.

After her day as Elspeth's office assistant and general runabout, and after she had collected Natalie from her school: no sign of Rosetta this time, Amanda had been undressed and had showered.

Two undermaids had got her ready for the evening. Gasps of astonishment and applause had greeted her appearance in the dining room in front of Simon and Trirene, who purposely made no acknowledgement whatsoever that they knew Amanda, and had indeed been her lovers. Trirene had even clapped her hands to applaud the magic magnificence of Amanda's compelling wonder apparitioning before her.

Amanda was tiptop-tiptoed in yellow balletic shoes, the long bright-yellow laces of which were forming an exquisitely erotic pattern, as they criss-crossed all the way up Amanda's supremely beautiful legs till they tied off in bows at the top sides of Amanda's amazing thighs.

Amanda wore no stockings, indeed she wore little else, but she was not without a corset, and her delectably deliciously delightful waist had been forced down to a truly incredible nine-inches by a savagely tight waspie.

Poor Amanda's slit was sundered by a cruelly tight golden cinch-chain. A miniscule purely decorative and-office affirming, completely impractically tiny, frilly yellow maid's apron, was around her waist on top of the waspie, and was not even long enough to go below the waspie and hide Amanda's intimate parts.

With her waspie-corset-enforced nine-inch waist, Amanda out hour-glassed an hourglass with her comely cum-worthy shapeliness. A bright-yellow maid's cap was on Amanda's regal head, and bore the name 'Mary' at its forehead front.

And there were other chains on Amanda this time. The absolute cruelty of a hobble-chain merely half-an-inch-long, was intentionally erotically provocative, as a demonstration of Elspeth's complete power over Amanda.

But there were other chains on Amanda this evening too.

Amanda's lovely mouth was agape in a huge round 'O', forced to be so and to remain so, by an O-ring gag. Thus offering irresistibly to the world, Amanda's only remaining virgin orifice, and thus thereby demeaning the sweet girl, who had always declined to take a cock in her lovely mouth: as indeed it was her right and privilege to refuse to do.

The gag was grooved and shaped to fit over Amanda's front teeth top and bottom, like a gum-shield, and slim chains to hold it in place were padlocked at the back of Amanda's graceful neck.

But there were yet other chains on Amanda this evening too.

There was a gold-strong-metal ring at the top back of Amanda's waspie, and through it, running freely to and fro, was a chain that ran to girlacles on Amanda's slender wrists. Amanda wore a control-chain. For the duties she was to perform, this was horrible. The chain between her wrists was only long enough for Amanda to hold up in front of her, one arm at a time. Amanda could only advance one pretty arm so far, before the chain pulled her other arm behind her, and yet she was expected to, and indeed therefore must, carry a tray with fine wine in glasses upon it.

"That will be okay" said Elspeth, having read Trirene's document.

"I confess you had me a little worried at first Trirene, coming out with a lawyer's draft like that. But I like the way you do business"

"Dinner is almost ready. But I think we should have a drop of wine to celebrate, don't you?" Elspeth enquired, touching Trirene momentarily on the hand.

I have a treat for you both" Elspeth continued and, by her words brought Simon, who was just staring transfixed, poleaxed by the stunning Amanda, back into the discussion.

I have a really smooth wine? It has wonderful irony. It's a white wine fresh from an exquisite negress. Mary is just such an incredibly lovely girl don't you think? The most beautiful girls produce the most beautiful wine. I have had Mary store her intimate waters since she joined me. I'm afraid it's a little short on fermentation, but she is yet to be with us for a month. I'm looking forward to her rosé when she's on her bleed, which cannot be too far off now, as I would judge. Oh……….and wait for it! Yea!! We are to have some of Mary's simply gorgeous chocolat for our sweet!"

Amanda's superlatively superb legs began her wiggle-tip-top-tip-toe ballet-shoe-shod stretched calved femininely smooth muscular leggy-legged half-inch hobble constrained supremely arousing round around deep-concave-sided from the erectness of her enforced stance naked bottom hemispheres undulating, fascinating free huge breasts with enormous brown-pink nipples, swinging swaying, supremely extremely femininely graceful gift bestowing world visitation from heaven, outstandingly outstanding beautiful nineteen-year-old negress girl's breathtakingly erotically charging orgasmically compelling gentle flowing bodied progress to the counter, on which a bottle of the poetic perfumed waters of her intimate hallowed hollow's expellation, the nectar of the goddesses, the nectar of this goddess among girls, was cooling open topped in an ice-bucket, to await the heavenly hands of an angel to pour its citrus-and-salt-tanged mystification into glasses of the finest crystal, too crude for the imperial libation they had no real right to bear to the lips of those who would sip Amanda's glorious golden intimacy, and take the heaven of a girl onto their thus blessed lips and over their hitherto jaded pallets, in joy of joys to enjoy that wonder of all wonders the wine of a beautiful girl: Amanda's infinitely inspirational intimate girl-wine: Amanda's beautiful girl-pee: the beautiful golden pee of a goldenly beautiful girl.

Amanda knew that all eyes were on her stunning loveliness as she progressed so slowly but so majestically Nubianly tribesgirl gracefully. And despite her shyness and incredible embarrassment at being so very naked before her former lovers, and her new mistress, Amanda felt a clear twitch in her clitoris, and felt shamed that her musk was moistening her slit at the thought of the degree to which her wonderful beauty was held in awe, and worshipped such that it must be held captive and bound as it was, as she was, as her beauty was. And Amanda gave a little fart of girly arousal as she thought of serving these, her adorers, her intimate wine, so that they could savour her and take her within them.

Amanda's nipples now began to throb and pulsate. Oh this was horrible! Thank god her back was turned on her admirers so they could only look in awe at the curve of her wonderful body and not see, except when they swung out to the side of her, that Amanda's nutty-pink-brown nipples were confirming her advancing sexual arousal.

"What ARE you doing out of bed Natalie?" Elspeth's 'concerned-mother's' voice echoed behind Amanda, as Amanda still wiggled in her half-inch hobble, struggling desperately to make the bar-counter, and pour the chilled girl-wine.

"Natalie! You know you've got school tomorrow!" Elspeth half-reprimanded, by reminding her fourteen-year-old nymphet daughter.

"Mummy: please let me! I want to watch Mary being punished like you said you were going to do." Natalie's sweet soprano echoed out cooly.

"It's not a sight for little girls" Elspeth tried to persuade.

"I'm not a little girl anymore mummy!" came the petulant answer.

Amanda had heard every word and every word had gone home with her. Her hands, her lovely hands, trembled as she poured her wine, her very own girl-wine, into the three glasses she had had cooling, and now carefully caringly placed on coasters and on her tray.

All womanly grace personified, Amanda now took up her tray, in the one hand her wrist control-chain would allow her to out-front at any one time, and began to wiggle her mincy-steppy ballerina-tiptoed, orgasmically erotic steppy-steppy-steps back to Elspeth and Elspeth's guests.

Amanda held her loaded tray low, so as to be sure the slow side-to-side flowing sway of her infinitely enormous, statuesquely firm, melonically huge, bold brown areole tipped, mesmerisingly free and unencumberedly swinging and swaying breasts, and their supreme nipples, did not knock into the glasses.

Amanda's frontal endowments, heaven's medals on her chest, heaven's award in compliment of and in confirmation of her astounding beauty, were naturally huge, and Amanda had every right to be proud of their proudness, for they were as boldly firmly bounteous as they were undoubtedly outstanding exquisitely beautiful, and they were a constant swinging danger to the glasses on the tray in her pretty hand, unless she held the tray low as she did as she wiggled-minced in her half-inch hobbled tiptoeing ballet-shoes, back to her mistress and the guests.

Amanda licked her negress' bold kiss-me-kiss-me lips with a pink tongue, pinker for the contrast with her lovely brown complexion, entirely enticing of lewdness by this innocent action in her enforced O-opened mouth. Amanda was very dry and thirsty from having, for over an hour, had her mouth forcibly held enticingly wide-open, open wide enough for the biggest of visiting cocks to enjoy her tongue and her throat.

To her credit, Amanda's steady steps never wavered even though, on her return journey, she saw a strange metal frame standing ready for, from what she now knew, from Natalie's worst kept secret blurted, was a victim, and the victim: she: Amanda herself.

The steel frame looked tall as a person. It had a single upright with outstretched arms with leather cuffs at their extremes, and something at chest height presently covered over. It was mounted on a steel platform of considerable weight, presumably for its stability. And two bottles of what looked distinctly like propane gas, were to either side of it, with pipes, like those of a Bunsen-burner, running straight-up up to where the chest level arrangement was cloaked over.

"Where is the fourth glass Mary?" Elspeth enquired with gentle forgiveness suggested by her tone, as Amanda had at long last managed to wiggle back to her mistress and her mistress' guests.

"There are four of us Mary. Four…..You know: one, two, three, four! You've only brought three glasses. Is my daughter not to have a glass of your wine?" Elspeth gently scolded.

"This isn't good enough is it Mary? Is it?" It is just not damned well good enough! I took you off the streets, I've given you warmth, food, shelter, affection, worthwhile employment, and you repay me with this clear evidence of complete and utter ingratitude: ingratitude verging on contempt Mary!"

"Yes Mary, well may you wince you little ingrate"

"I am not going to have this, Mary"

"I am not, but not, going to put up with it!"

Amanda's trembling hand took the three glasses she had brought, from her tray and put them on their coasters onto the table before three of her four superiors. And then Amanda gave a supremely extremely gloriously thighy curtsy, before beginning to wiggle back to the counter, with her empty tray, to pour a fourth glass of her glorious golden pee.

"And just where do you think you're going?!" Elspeth barked.

"Who told you to go anywhere?"

"Get over to that frame: over there, and get over there right now Mary!"

"I am not going to put up with this. Do I make myself clear?!"

Amanda had no way of answering orally even had she dared, and she feared an assentive nod of her lovely head would only be taken as contempt.

Waitress-maids brought in the first course of the dinner as Elspeth obliged Amanda to stand close to the upright on the platform with the steel frame on it, facing the frame.

Then, Elspeth unfastened Amanda's wrists from the control-chain, and refastened her, with her lovely arms out cruciform, to the girlacles at the ends of the horizontal bar on the torture frame.

Amanda's brutally squeezed waist was but little wider than the upright to which it was now strapped tightly. Straps were also used to fasten Amanda's arms to the crossbar of the device at proximity to Amanda's armpits.

Amanda's lovely head and gorgeous face looked over the top of the upright at the diners, as they, all bar Elspeth at present, made ready to be served their first course.

Elspeth checked that Amanda's breasts were, as indeed they were, free-floating to either side of the upright.

Amanda's irresistibly-seductive deep-devil-dark-brown-eyes now opened wide with terror and horror, as Elspeth took the cloak off two sets of three interconnected steel hoops, with their insides lined with dozens of sharp dogtooth spikes.

These hoops, two sets of three soldered - spaced at two-inch intervals, with a link between the corresponding hoops of each set, and a chain from each of the rear hoops, Elspeth passed over Amanda's bare breasts, and padlocked, with the two rear chains, around Amanda's back, having passed the chains through hoops at the side of the upright poor Amanda was strapped to.

Amanda now wore the cruellest of cruel brassieres and her soft sensitive flawless flesh could already feel the spikes on which they were uncomfortable and uncomfortingly lightly resting, fakir's bed-of-nails-style.

"Serve the soup please Mi Honey", Elspeth ordered as she left Amanda to ponder her fate.

The conversation at table was forced as Mi Honey poured Amanda's girl-wine into the crystal glasses whilst the soup course was slowly completed.

Amanda could not beg for mercy and she knew not yet what she needed mercy in face of. Her body had begun to tremble uncontrollably with fear though, and tears trickled from her heavenly angel's eyes.

"Light the gas please Mi Honey", Elspeth ordered her table-waiting maid.

Obediently, little Mi Honey, a doll of a Chinese of no more than fourteen, came over to Amanda's bound body, and lifted, in turn, the propane cylinders with their long upright Bunsen-burner pipes, to put their bases into recesses that would hold them from falling over. She then, unceremoniously turned one of the taps to let the gas begin to flow, and lit it at the top of the pipe with a cigarette lighter.

"Me sorry Manda" poor Mi Honey whispered, "Me sorry please" she whispered once more as she lit the second flame and wiggled away, as Amanda emitted an ear-splitting scream of agony.

Amanda's brilliant mind raced and slowed time, and so doing prolonged her excruciation, as she was faced with the terrible choice of having her nipples burnt, or flicking her breasts away from the flames in which they now rested, and thus tearing her girl-smooth girl-soft flesh, as she thrashed her tits around within the spiked circles surrounding her beautiful bosom.

She could not bear her nipples in the Bunsen flames for more than microseconds, and screamed every time as she twitched her body to swing her breasts to pull her nipples away from the fire, and thus had her flesh torn by the spikes inside her spiteful brassiere of pain.

Amanda's mind was blind with pain as she thought of her humiliation at Le Rosbif, and how it had undoubtedly been fixed that she would end up with contractual punishment or enslavement as a personal maid as her 'no choice' of choices. She screamed again as her nipples were seared and again as her breasts were then torn by her flinching from one agony to the next, and more blood began to flow from her brutalised bosom. What had she done to deserve this punishment? Why were her cries now becoming less of pain? Amanda squealed a very girly squeal as she winced and flicked her huge nipples from the flames yet once more. Oh god how could this be? Why was she feeling so girly? Why was she sighing and moaning girlily? Why was she feeling: no: why was she so hot and randy? "Ohh oh ohh argh!" another girly-girly squeak of pain and desire in equal measure as Amanda flicked her breasts side-to-side, and thus tore her tits once again. Her mind raced: the dog licking her slit that morning! Another girly-girly turned-on girly-girly squeak-scream moan of Amanda's mounting arousal. Simon's penis rock hard up her darkest love tunnel! Another girly-girly scream, another girly-girly moan-gasp of Amanda's sexual arousal. Amanda's intimate love juice was coursing down her inner thighs now, it dripped from her cinch-pained wide-opened love lips. Yet another girly-girly turned-on girly-girly squeak. Yet more searing agony in her nipples followed by the flesh of her tits being yet more torn. The pretty nymphet Natalie masturbating over her beauty! Amanda gasped and tore her breasts yet once more as she swung them out of the Bunsen flames. Rosetta's bountifully red-golden curled within impossible curls hair, pouring torrentially abundantly gloriously down to her shapely bottom! Another girly-girly turned-on girly-girly squeak-scream moan of Amanda's arrived peak of arousal. Rosetta's legs! Amanda screamed with pain and ripped her breasts yet once more. She was cumming: Natalie's little titties! She was cumming: Jupy's tongue licking her shaven-naked open slit! She was cumming: Simon's penis thrusting in and out in and out of her anus! She was cumming: Natalie masturbating! She was cumming: Rosetta's long long legs! She was cumming: Rosetta's glorious autumnal hair!!!! Amanda's eyes were wide and then closed and then wide and then closed she was holding her nipples in the flames, she wanted the pain, she wanted her nipples to burn, she was holding her nipples in the flames and she was cumming, she was cumming she was……..Amanda screamed as she orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed and fainted as she orgasmed from her orgasm from her orgasms, her orgasms echoing louder as her scream of sexual delivery fainted and faded. And Amanda slumped in her bonds her nipples glowing with flames: her nipples on fire: her nipples burning in their own right: her heaven's angel's nipples haloed with flames: aflame with pain ………..