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2084 (by Eve Adorer)
Chapter 5 – Cyclical
Amanda reached with her moist pointed pink tongue and tasted. Then she languorously licked, later lusciously folding her fellationic flagellum along the length of the choice item, sucked it with luminously luxurious negress' lips into her orgasmic oral offertory, worked worship with talented tongue and teeth until it was teetering, and then swallowed it: all of it: every last lucky drop.
Today, it was apple.
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Three-months since by now, Girl-Prison Scotland Number 134, Glasgow, had seen the last of Amanda, she sincerely extremely hoped.
With all the kindness and consideration it showed all girls whose sentence had been served, Amanda had walked out into the light of freedom with everything the authorities were willing to provide an ex-prisoner who, as a follow-up to loss of her previous food, shelter, and employment, had just completed one-year's imprisonment with hard labour.
Yes indeed: Amanda wiggled out of prison, naked but for her heelless tip-top-toe stand-on leg-skyscrapering prison booties, and had an emptied dirty coarse jute sack thrown out onto the rainy pavement immediately after her, before hearing the door built into the steel iron-riveted prison gate, slam shut behind her.
The whipping had been terrible. Amanda had been made to witness. Banaia had had her head shaved bald, been paraded before the prisoneresses she had abused so cruelly when on warden's watch, then been suspended naked upside down by her big toes, and flogged from feet to head and back again.
The trigger for Banaia's summary trial by the prison governess, and immediate punishment of one-hundred lashes, had been the state of Amanda's body, after Banaia had whipped her so savagely in the quarry. Banaia's malign cruelty had gone far too far beyond "the regulations" which only allowed "proportionate punishment" for "misdemeanours, incompetence, idleness, and insubordination" among imprisoned convictesses.
Now Amanda had spent her last nights astride a "peg" facing the cold tile wall, on which her supremely superb nipples rubbed: the cold tile wall of the barn used to house convictesses overnight in Girl-Prison Scotland Number 134, Glasgow, with Banaia moaning and sobbing on the peg alongside her, and due, once Amanda's year of Imprisonment with hard labour was finally over, to take Amanda's place trying to break unbreakable rocks in the quarry henceforth.
All this from the lust Amanda could not help having inspired in Banaia. Unrequited love Banaia would have had it had. In the form of fury from frustration Amanda had had it, heavy and hard on her naked body with Banaia's love's lust lost in the lengthy lash of the larruping leather. All this, and yet, if only the governess had asked her, Amanda would have forgiven Banaia for flogging her so brutally.
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The apple was sweet. Amanda's by far sweeter tongue stretched and swept side-to-side, silently searching to secure a second succulent slice to suck slowly, savour, and swallow. No gardened Eve could have tempted with such certainty, or serpent or snake-charmer as surely seduced.
Business was momentarily slack.
"Jingle" "Jingle"
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Amanda reached down with lovely slim brown arms and supremely pretty long flawlessly flexible-nimble-fingered hands, and swept up the sack.
Naked beautiful negro-brown, and cold on the outskirts of Glasgow, with only her booties and this sack in all the world, the suns rays could not warm her majesty until sunrise still an hour away, and there was a long way for Amanda to wiggle before city supplanted suburb.
Amanda wanted to cry. This was her 20 th birthday present. This nakedness, these painful booties, and this sack, were all she had for her twenty-young-years of perfecting the world by her very presence. Her presence the world's present; her birthday present, her present hopelessness. She giving guiltless golden girl to whirl the world; the world granting dark dank despair to her.
Desperate for warmth and modestly to cover her bare body, examining with eyes flashing high intellect and sweet gentleness, Amanda spotted the hole in the middle-bottom of the sack and corresponding holes at bottom corners cut off for the purpose, and soon, long lovely arms were through corners, and noble head through central hole, and the bottom of the sack had become the top of a crude dress covering her wonderfully titted top, and the sack's top the so called dress' hem, barely covering her beautiful bare bottom.
Amanda drew the sweetest softest breath, and fought back her tears, as she stepped with long lovely legs toward the city as the only place she could think of to go now she had been thrown back out into the world alone.
As sweet progress she made, the sack was too rigid for the bottom she swayed, and stayed staid as Amanda's beautiful buttocks bounded broadly wide-to-wide and undulated down and up, nature girlsonified, torsioning tendons tractoring temptation's attention to draw near, especially espied from side or rear.
With steps that "click" "clack" "click" "clack "click" "clack" "click" "clacked" erotically musically: Amanda's steel tipped toe-ends, the toe-ends on which she was enforcedly constantly stood, on the concrete sidewalk, Amanda walked. Amanda walked so naturally: as naturally as lust and longing loved to see. Such legs and such a bottom: long lissom smoothly striding so strong so long they: smackable round and so deeply side-dimpled, from her tiptoed tension, and stunningly sexy it: never humdrum a girl's bum. As she merely walked, Amanda convulsed clits and radioed erections by her perfections.
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"You licensed then darlin"?" Sugar had asked.
"Yes ma'am" Amanda had replied extremely nervously.
"Truth told, you're just out of state prison ain't you luv?" Sugar had countered whilst walking around the stunning glory of Amanda in her mocking sack made mock dress.
"No" Amanda responded hanging her lovely head and gently biting her gorgeous lower lip too late to stop the obvious lie escaping.
"Mmm. Well I ain't gonna ask yer to show your licence to me luv, cos you and me both know you'se telling a lie, don't we eh?" Sugar had almost whispered.
"Yes" gulped Amanda with tears running down her lovely face, "Yes …. Yes…… oh god what am I to do……….?
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A third sliver of the delicious apple was fished for and found by the undebateably unbeatable bate that was Amanda's moist pink tongue.
Running the tip of her tongue over upper lip so proud and pert, Amanda unselfconsciously moistened it, and ran her innocent tongue to match her lower lip with her upper lip's freshly imparted shine divine, and thus her mouth lips shone in orgasmic reminder that she was four-lipped, and her two fore-lips were matched by two lower-lips, and together lips and lips, she was foremost in her four most, two now with dew moist, with two to moisten too, to match with the sweetest of dew when due.
"Jingle" "Jingle"
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The Edinburgh Road into Glasgow was endless. Amanda's booties now "click" "clack" "click" "clacked" with the same supreme sexiness but slightly less determination as tiredness at her endless seeming walk.
Amanda's bottom still swayed all the way along her route: side-to-side, and north and south of the road she blessed with her 100-pounds of one-hundred-percent girl. To follow her wake would have been to risk mesmerisation and surrender to her tender grace: if only she would about-face and offer you her longed for embrace: that you wish: no: you pray to be prey to!
Amanda's full firm bosom swung within the limited modesty of her sack dress as she swayed her graceful way. Amanda's full firm bosom swung within the limited modesty of her sack dress, and her nipples were rubbed and chafed and aroused and excited by its coarseness: until now, when her long walk had tired her lovely legs, and her nipples had become merely sore: very sore, chafed by the jute sack so that they seemed to burn with undischarged static-electricity.
With the constant chafing of her mocking mockery of a so-called dress, Amanda's nipples felt like the positive and negative poles of a supercharged battery, with high risk that a lightening spark would leap instantly agonisingly from nipple to nipple were she to lift her deliberately cruelly demeaning dress off her wonderful bosom and release the pent-up ecstatic static spark.
"click" "clack" "click" "clack" Amanda's steps beat out their evocative provocative rhythm, as she tiptoed ballerinered along the ever hard never harder never ending pavement. She was thirsty, she was hungry, she was hot, she was tired, but she was also proud, and she was not going to beg, she told herself.
At long last Alexandra Parade led into High Street. Amanda wanted to wiggle to the Central Station. She knew not why. She knew not why as she had not money. Nowhere from there could she go by train. She literally had nothing other than what she stood up in, or rather was presently wiggling her sexy-sway-way in.
Among the crowds of shoppers, mid-morning had long since arrived, as Amanda had strived to stride toward the only security she could dream of, the Central Station, which in truth offered no solace bar the balm of a dream she had nurtured as she wiggled along, in defiance of all reality that she was in fact reduced to the streets and must eventually beg for alms if she did not wish to starve.
"Click" "clack" "click" "clack" Amanda's steps among the crowds of mid-morning shoppers, did not need to be heard, she being now close enough among them for her divine presence to stir and start unstoppable stares.
" 'Allo darlin'. You sellin' it den?" asked an overweight housewifely type, who knew, as Amanda was yet to learn, that many of Amanda's fellow former convictesses were reduced to prostituting themselves.
Amanda swayed her natural snake swish way away, with the understandably instantly besotted older woman in her wake.
"Give you fifty cents for a feel of it luv?"
Amanda hurried her pace harried and embarrassed by the harassment.
"A dollar den. Can't say fairer dan dat can I. A dollar's top book for a feel!"
"Please go away", Amanda, with tears starting on the lower rims of heaven's own eyes, begged the insistent persistent housewife.
"Stuck up cow!" called the woman's receding voice as Amanda exceeded her previous speed, by succeeding in accessing some last drip drop of adrenalin from somewhere to get away from her taunting tormentor.
"You'll fuckin' beg for 'em to feel yer for a penny, when yer fuckin starvin', yer bitch" called the disappointed desire-crazed housewife.
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"You know I can't take you on if you're not licensed luv" Sugar confirmed.
But sugar is sweet and Sugar was sweeter. Fully forty, fit and fulsomely curved. Sugar could still wear her long straight blonde hair down to her comely waistline without it looking as if she were unwise to defy her advancing years by "dressing too young". She looked like a woman half her age, and shocked many a younger woman who tried to date her, when she answered her own rhetorical question: "How old do you think I am then sweetheart?"
"You look as if you could do with some food!" Sugar teased.
Amanda tried so hard not to look eager, but a rumble in her pretty belly told the truth had been hit upon.
"Sit yourself down sweetheart" Sugar motioned with a sweep of her hand to indicate a plastic chair next a table in the corner of her office.
Sugar could not help but enjoy the joy of watching Amanda wiggle to the chair, and nearly gasped as Amanda sat, innocently revealing the astounding astonishing absolute epitome of her youthful body, accidentally, in the process.
As she walked over to where Amanda sat, Sugar removed the cellophane wrap covering the contents of the plastic plate she had just taken from her refrigerator, her intended own lunch, and slid the loaded plate before the young black beauty.
"There you go luv" she coaxed gently, as Amanda so hungry was as to go so far as to forget her innate good manners, and begin to grasp the salad from the plate even before it had touched down and landed on the tabletop alight deck.
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In pretence of having intention and destination, Amanda on the station platform flicked her dark-brown luminous lanterns of passion personified, over the postcard advertisements stuck with Goo-Tack to the insides of a station café window.
With her tummy rumbling and her mouth dry with thirst, Amanda had watched wealthy families' schoolgirl daughters toss just-once-sipped-from cans of Okay-Cola into the trash bins of Central Station, and yet still her pride would not yet let her grasp one and quench her natural need for moisture.
Feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable from knowing that her lovely body was being ogled by a group of older women at the table above which the notices were fixed to the window at which she stared, Amanda read quickly, and, because of the address being so nearby, found her pained tired eyes repeatedly returning to:
"VACANCIES!
Yellow Pretties™
are HIRING misdemeanants.
Food and shelter provided.
Community Service Licence holders only.
119 Jamaica Street
'Just around the corner'
Applications must be in person"
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Sugar looked at the young woman and just knew she had to help her.
Amanda had blessed Sugar's doorway at 119 Jamaica Street, the tenth girl that morning looking for a job with "Yellow Pretties". Amanda was the prettiest by a league-long way, by the length of Amanda's own legs you might say.
"You know its fuckin' hard work and you don't get no fuckin' pay don't you sweetheart?"
"If you will help me I promise I won't let you down", Amanda beseeched, as she had no need to, for her very essence was pleasing pleasure without need of pleading.
Sugar put two pills and a glass of water on the table before the still ravenous Amanda.
Amanda took the pills in her pretty fingertips and anointed them with the blessing of her sweet lips and tongue, sipping water to swallow them. Two pills: "one for each one" they had said. Amanda knew what they were for: she had heard talk when in prison.
As if her obedient swallowing of the pills had been her signature on a contract, Sugar announced to Amanda: "You can start tomorrow!" And Amanda instantly pounced to heaven's toes on legs long and rushed and crushed Sugar with loving arms to match showering kisses of gratitude.
"Sweetheart! Sweetheart!" Sugar called out from within the loving smothering Amanda's overwhelmed relief at finding sanctuary, which, combined with her natural loving nature, had brought about: the embrace and the kisses lucky Sugar would hitherto only have wet-dreamed of.
"Sweetheart! Sweetheart!" Sugar called out, "You got the job!"
Amanda had taken the two pills, "one for each one".
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The injections had hurt terribly: "one for each one".
Sugar had been as gently as she could be, but the hypodermic needle, all nine-inches of it, had had to be inserted through Amanda's astounding nipples, and all nine-inches deep into her heavenly breasts: "one for each one".
The horrible injections done, all that was now needed was for Amanda to take two pills per day, and it would begin in five days or so, and continue for as long as she kept taking the pills. She could be given a nosebag till then.
Amanda was showering. Lots of lovely girls came and went.
"God! I had some fucking students again today: fucking rich bitches", this was Genutha.
Genutha, 38DD-22-36 and 21, shoulder-length pale blonde, with freckled pixie-nymph's face, green eyes that outsparkled emeralds, and disarmingly charmingly impertinent upturned upper lip offering succulent sustenance to the lucky kissing lover, came naked into the communal shower, talking to herself, or else a friend she had assumed was already in there.
Genutha, 38DD-22-36 and 21, unselfconsciously unashamedly naked as nature, sweet sweat shining from hard work, simply turned on a showerhead and got on with her shower as she casually admired the naked showering shy Amanda.
"Hi! You new?"
"Hi". Amanda replied shyly with her full radius radiated beauty eradiated feminine charm.
"Sugar says I start tomorrow"
Genutha running with pearls of wet, whisked back her wringing dripping hair from her left ear, and revealed a cruel looking disc on her earlobe.
"Can't see yours", she challenged mischievously inquisitively of Amanda
Amanda guessed the disc was related to the licence she was supposed to have.
"Sugar's holding it for me" she lied.
Genutha's exceptionally pretty fingers instantly gasp-smothered the divinest and girliest of giggles, till she could recover composure: "Oh….Sorry" Genutha giggled sweetly lovingly some more. "Sorry, sorry…..mine's a forgery too!" she responded, now smiling to show that she was not laughing at Amanda but with relief that, like Amanda, she too had found alms from Sugar, and now was not alone among the "illegal" girls Sugar managed.
"You an ex-con as well then?" Genutha challenged sweetly inquisitively.
"Yes" Amanda smiled back, now totally won over by this charming still giggling lovely lively Genutha.
"Me too. Three-month's hard in Number 134" Genutha shuddered, with a shadow suddenly clouding her sunny sunshine.
"I was only fifteen. The girl next to me was rude to our teacher in class behind her back? The teacher said it was me……….They stripped me naked and caned me on my bum, with my bare bum facing in front of the whole school………. and it wasn't even me that did it!", Genutha, recalled with eyes downcast her sunshine now visited by rain clouds.
"And………..And, when the caned me it hurt…..oh god it hurt……..but I wanted it……….I wanted it to hurt…….can you fucking believe that? I fucking wanted it to hurt!" Tears were starting in the poor girls eyes, "And….and….you know what?….. you know what?…..when they were caning me……….when they were caning me on my bare bum in front of the whole school…..I came………….can you believe that?……….they were whipping me, giving me ten with a cane, and I had a massive cum in front of the whole school………and all the other girls….. the other girls……they………they all cheered…..they just fucking cheered!" Genutha sobbed…..……….And the judge was a fucking bitch. Three-months hard labour for a bit of teenage naughtiness…………. and it wasn't even me….it wasn't even me!……….."
Amanda longed to embrace and hug the emotionally hurt and crying stunning girl.
"Still. I got a job now, if you can call it that" Genutha whispered with an tearful croak, before she once again outshone the summer with her smile and a rainbow in the tears that topple-teetered on her lower eyelids.
As Genutha turned off her individual shower, Amanda continued to luxuriate in the first warm shower she had had for a year.
"Do you want to fuck?" Genutha asked casually, in a tone indicating that she expected rejection, as she wiggled out to find a towel.
"N….No!" Amanda reflexed in shock and surprise, with a tone she regretted, the instant after she had emitted the sound, for its possible misinterpretation as communicating disgust at the idea of love making with a girl whose name she did not even yet know.
"Suit yourself" Genutha smiled, removing all eye contact in her hurt…………..
…………Only moments later, wet Amanda proffered still towel dabbing Genutha a warm soft white towel.
Moments later yet, wet Amanda was being gently towelled dry by a serenely sunny smile with effervescent emerald eyes.
Moments later still, still wet brown and still damp white were in love's embrace, face to face, lips on lips, sighs on sighs, hands caressing hips: candy: sweet candy: sweet chocolate brown: and sweet white chocolate, melting merging and melding in the supreme inferno of mutual desire. And, as all Genutha's lovers were compelled to do and never ever did not, Amanda's lovely long fingered hands were gently treasuring Genutha's head as she, Amanda, was lovingly licking exploratorily over and over, up and down and side to side, slow licking and savouring, the proud prize: the insolent upturned pouting pert upper lip that adorned Genutha's adorable freckle-pixellated "cheeky-pixie" rapturously-smiling face, as Genutha's eyes closed and rolled to heaven in ecstasy behind her flickering eyelids and her stunted grunted sexy sighs.
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Amanda kissed the forehead of the still slumbering Genutha alongside her in their bed of eight-lips-two-tongues-kissing, licking, and trickle-wine-sipping, soixante-nerf passion, as she, Amanda, rose to shower for the day.
Sugar had not needed to prod Amanda awake. It was already 5.00 a.m. and a minimum fourteen-hour day awaited Amanda, firstly on station at the train station at six a.m. prompt.
On hand, because it was Amanda's first day, Sugar had clipped a large metal disc, containing a round document labelling Amanda with her own name forged on a "Community Service License" Amanda had no real right to. The sharp pin of its clip pierced Amanda's left earlobe painfully.
Amanda sweet lips sucked fresh fruit for her breakfast.
Two pills she then took "one for each one".
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Amanda reached with her moist pointed pink tongue and tasted. Then she languorously licked, later lusciously folding her fellationic flagellum along the length of the choice item, sucked it with luminously luxurious negress' lips into her orgasmic oral offertory, worked worship with talented tongue and teeth until it was teetering, and then swallowed it: all of it: every last lucky morsel.
Today, it was apple.
"Jingle" "Jingle"
"Yellow Pretties" was another of Miss Elspeth Zanori's entrepreneurial notions.
Nobody could possibly look prettier in yellow than the negress-brown Amanda.
"Yellow Pretties" took the "misdemeanants": girls who were found guilty by the Courts of Girl-Misdemeanour. For such crimes as speaking out of turn for example, maids were usually sentenced to community service: degrading menial tasks such as washing and scrubbing the sidewalks clean.
Elspeth had approached the authorities with a money making proposition. She would take the prettiest of the girls guilty of misdemeanours and use them to work for payments, from which the girl would get nothing, but the authorities would receive a cut on top of the taxes Elspeth was already obliged to pay: Income Tax from 2084 onwards being at ninety cents in the dollar for women, and twenty cents in the dollar for men of course.
The only rule the authorities had laid down, was that they would label the misdemeanant girls with a license: no girl without a license could be employed by Elspeth, and no work was to be provided for those such as Amanda and Genutha, who had served sentences imposed by the higher courts.
Sugar was therefore letting her kind heart take two risks: discovery by the authorities and discovery by Elspeth, both of which could soon see Sugar serving a sentence secured for crime, it being far more than a mere misdemeanour to be found employing unlicensed girls with Yellow Pretties.
"Yellow Pretties" were cabs: taxis. They were called a "Pretty" because they employed a pretty girl to propel them: the name reflected a play on the olden day horse-drawn Hansom Cabs that had plied the streets of London when the 19 th century had turned into the 20 th .
With the world's oil supply at its nearest yet to expiry, and with girls abundantly available as cheap labour, plus the hook of very attractive girls providing the motivation and the motivation: the motivation to use such cabs, and the power that drove it in motion, Elspeth was sure she was onto a sure-fire winner.
Amanda was on station at the Central Station Glasgow. The painful injections in her breasts and the daily pills would soon operate on her hormonal balance and make her self-sufficient, but, in the meanwhile, the loving lovely Sugar had fitted a cloth bag over Amanda's face, by means of string drawn around behind Amanda's delightful little ears: a bag containing slivers of apple for Amanda's luncheon nourishment: a nosebag.
The pretty bells on Amanda's yellow leather neck choker jingled as sweet Amanda's long loving tongue used the skill it had learned in intimacy with the honeying slices of her lovers, to lever slices of apple into her oral orifice.
Today, lunch was apple.
Amanda's bells prettily sounded: "Jingle" "Jingle"
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The Chinese coolie's style hat was in yellow rubber as was the rest of Amanda's uniform.
Amanda was four-month's into her work for Sugar now.
The hat, strapped under her chin, was for the sun and Glasgow's rain.
Amanda stood high like the figurehead on the prow of a wood hulled sailing ship but more upright: she was in heavy bondage.
She wore a yellow rubber brassiere that held her huge tits very tight and close-huggingly contained, making them somehow look more massive than their actual natural enormity. Tight, very tight and close-huggingly, she wore yellow rubber knickers. Apart from hat, bra, and yellow rubber knickers, Amanda was bare: golden negress beautiful brown bare, including her feet.
Nobody could possibly look prettier in yellow than the negress-brown Amanda.
Running between Amanda's amazing cleavage was the steel upright, which below, forked to include a wheel, a three-foot diameter "bicycle" wheel, and at top had curved equals of handlebars, that went in fact under Amanda's armpits and ended in rings that enabled her to be strapped and padlocked to the upright by means of the underarm "handlebars" on which her 100-pounds of girl rested its wonderful wonder.
As a secondary means of holding her delicious mass, Amanda straddled a cunt-saddle, a triangle of steel protruding from the upright, this triangle going between the arch of her powerful thighs, this triangle offering her its apex on which to rest her most sensitive organ: her slit, her slice. Even though her tight yellow rubber panties intervened, to sit long on this saddle offered Amanda only pain and no solace to her slit.
The saddle curved up so that the triangle offering Amanda's cunt spiteful respite, having formed a saddle to straddle, curved to make a chair back by rising up behind Amanda, and finishing with a "crossbar" comprising curved wings that gently hugged Amanda's slim female nothing-wasted waist: lucky wings.
Amanda's arms were pulled behind her, girlackled at the wrists to each other, and tethered to her bell-decorated choker: "Jingle" "Jingle", forcing her to hold her head up to avoid choking.
Up from the steel upright ran two pipes with open ends curved forward and then back again to be in reach of Amanda's tantalising tantamount to torment of temptation negress' lips. These pipes were rigid stainless steel as they came up from the upright, but changed to yellow rubber at their bottom ends. From where they were welded to the upright, they were connected by yellow rubber tubes to the tips of Amanda's tits within her bright yellow straining her huge breasts to remain contained, rubber brassiere.
Amanda's astoundingly beautiful legs were bare as were her dainty feet. Her big toes were fitted through rings padlocking them and her thus tip-top-toe, binding her big toes to the pedals she must work. These big-toe-gripping pedals were each twenty-four inches from the centre of the large cogwheel they drove: so that Amanda's wonderful legs must describe the most indescribably erotic cycling circle of girlmuscular pose and poise as she worked her obedient way all day.
The length of the pedal strokes necessitated Amanda being high from the ground to allow for the four-feet between top and bottom of the cycle circle, when one pedal was at the top of the circle and the other at opposite, and her legs must also stretch full forward and back as she cycled the circle. Her lovely legs would always be at some stage of erotic apogee and perigee to one another.
The long pedals, using the beauty and power of Amanda's lovely legs, turned the large cogged wheel, and thus a chain running down to a smaller cogwheel, turned the "bicycle" wheel to which the lower cog was mounted at one end, to spin the axle through the forks of the upright to which Amanda was strapped the stunning "figurehead".
A triangle of steel came forward from the top of the fork in the upright to which Amanda was tied. This triangle of tubular steel included the bigger cogged wheel with the four-foot distanced pedals, from which the driving chain went back to a much smaller cog that drove the "bicycle" wheel. It was the "apex" of this triangle that held the major cog that Amanda must drive.
The bar that formed the cruel triangle saddle of pain for Amanda, as well as bending up to form a chair to hold her straddled in place, also dipped down behind the wheel she was to monocycle, and then ran back to form the connection with the two-wheel two-seat carriage Amanda was being made to pull. This backwards-leading connecting shaft was hinged halfway along its length so that Amanda could turn corners and take the cart the way she turned.
The cart had two six-foot diameter spoked "bicycle" wheels, a comfortable bench-seat with back, all upholstered, seat and back, in yellow rubber, and a canopy of yellow rubber material supported by steel hoops congregating at the open-ends of the inverted 'U's they comprised to a single axis, so that the passengers could raise or lower the hood as pleased them, or best suited them, come shining rain or pouring sun.
Amanda's forged "Misdemeanour Licence" dangled from her left earlobe. Within her right ear she wore a receiver transmitter through which she could be tracked for location and given spoken orders for her next destination. This had a microphone to Amanda's delicious mouth.
This bicycle-wheel based "tricycle" with Amanda obliged to erotically pedal what was in effect a connected frontal "monocycle", was a Girl-Cab: a Pretty: the female equal of a Hansom Cab. Its yellow accoutrements marked it as a "Yellow Cab" a taxi a "Yellow Pretty". This was how Amanda must now spend twelve hours per day every day of her sweet young life.
Nobody could possibly look prettier in yellow than the negress-brown Amanda.
Amanda was now the mere motor of a taxi: she was a taxi-girl. Amanda's beautiful thighs were to be employed as the pistons to drive this vehicle: her lower legs were the pushrods. By 2084, environmental concerns had seen society capture the power of the wind, and the wonder of the waves, and the flow of the waterfall, to drive the dynamos that lit the cities: captured captivating wonders of nature, combining grace and overwhelming sometimes fearsome beauty all. Now society had framed and harnessed the incredible power of the greatest wonder of nature of all, combining captivating grace and overwhelming sometimes fearsome beauty: girls' legs with their nuclear-powerhouse sigh size thighs.
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Amanda was now four-months into her employment as the erotic motor of a Girl-Cab.
Manika and Marika were eighteen-year-old twin sisters.
Amanda waited strapped to her monocycle her lovely legs relaxed the while, whilst her would-be passengers readied themselves, regular customers they, to go to Strathskye university for the week: Manika and Marika.
Whilst waiting, Amanda reached her precious lips and sucked on the left one of the two pipes to refresh herself with the milk she thus drew up. She then drew milk from the right-hand pipe up the tube. She was suckling on her own breasts. Amanda was suckling on her own breasts. Hormonal treatment, painful injections and daily pills, had enabled Amanda to suckle on her own breasts. The painful injections through her nipples, and the daily hormone pills had brought on Amanda's milk. She had now been lactating for weeks. She thus carried her own very natural refreshment, combining drink and food: she must drink her own milk to quench her thirst and feed herself. The pipes on which Amanda drew with the sweetest kiss of succulent lips, ran down to the tips of her stretched straining-to-bursting rubber bra, wherein her enormous nipples nestled: Amanda was sucking milk from her own nipples.
The ability of a taxi-girl to do this gave her independence and range and enabled her to be worked 24-hours a day if demand demanded. Amanda's own milk was the fuel for Amanda the motor: the motor of the Girl-Cab she was integrally intimately tied to. Amanda's own milk fuelled the harnessed power of Amanda's powerful thighs.
At the other end of matters, Amanda had fought it at first. She found the very thought completely revolting. It also went contrary to all her childhood training and subsequent adult innate conditioning, but now she peed into her rubber knickers whenever she had to, though she had so far managed to avoid defecating into them.
Amanda was a taxi-girl, she was a piece of machinery, there was no time to demount her when she needed to answer a call of nature, and she was not going to be allowed to pollute the environment, and so, if she wanted a pee, she must pee and, if need be, shit into her rubber knickers, till it could be sluiced out at the end of her never-ending working day.
Amanda would have preferred to save her wine for Genutha's lips. Encouraged by the overwhelming enthusiasm of Genutha for Amanda's superlative salty-citrus fruity full-bodied wine, Amanda had tasted Genutha's, and now both girls savoured the shear exuberance of girl-wine hot from the still, controlled in spurted trickle to tease and please, or squandered all over pretty face like millionaire's champagne at a victory celebration: no shower before bed now was ever complete or completed or replete without Amanda and Genutha taking in turn, a savoured full-flavoured mulled libation of the smooth wine of heaven: girl-wine fresh from the girl.
Whilst she sucked up some more of her own milk, Amanda felt her clitoris dance as she thought of last night in bed, when Genutha had removed her nipple-cap and given Amanda her tit, and Amanda had made long, long-loving, long-lingering, long-lithe-fingering, gentle love to Genutha's day-long girl-wine-marinated slice, whilst suckling on Genutha's warm honeyed milk.
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Manika and Marika were twin sisters. Manika and Marika always ensured the Girl-Cab's canopy was raised.
The girls were coming. Manika and Marika 18-year-old identical twins: and oh god how lovely they were.
From a wealthy family, their mother being a government minister, Manika and Marika were relaxed in their femininity and assured of their place and rights in the world. And, oh god, how sexy they were in their light-blue split-sided micro-micro-mini-skirts, with tight white panties, red woollen elastic-topped stockings half up their ecstatic bare thighs, pirouette tiptoe-topping soft kid red leather balletic shoes, unbuttoned and indeed buttonless light blue long sleeved cardigans, and completely bare breasts: breasts bare that is bar nipple-caps: the twin beauties wore nothing on their twin bosoms, indeed their quadruple bosoms, except golden conical, real gold, conical nipple-caps.
Manika and Marika, Amanda never knew which was which, they were both so gentle and so kind to her. And she must not look at them. Blonde soft curly hair tumbled to shoulders. Ice-blue eyes shone with love and intelligence. Four rock-firm titties jiggered on their chests, unbidden, unhidden, and uninhibited by their open cardigans. Their soft blonde hair shone bright ripe corn in the morning sun. Between shapely legs, their maiden purses pouched out their tight white panties, clearly flashed by their pleasingly teasingly super-short skirts. And their four cheeky bum-cheeks were cheekily cheeky, and they just knew it: and how they knew it!
"What are you looking at taxi-girl?" Manika or was it Marika asked Amanda, with eyes that flashed with pleased and pleasured knowingness, and gentle teasing, as she stroked Amanda's magnificent left calf in greeting, lovingly.
"Are you looking at my pretty sister and seeing me?" Manika teased.
Hasn't she got a lovely bum?"
'Shall we both show you our bare bums so you can tell us which of them is the prettier?"
Amanda, her slit thus teased moist, gently pouted a kiss from on high toward the loving twin girl.
"You have such gorgeous lips taxi-girl. I do wish I had lips half as lovely."
Amanda pouted a kiss of desire once again.
"Which is the prettiest of us?" Manika teased once more.
"Bet you think Marika is prettier than me don't you?"
"No!" said Amanda, "You are both very very beautiful."
Manika blushed: "Thank you taxi-girl", she smiled, and sighed, her own slice sluiced damp with horny honey now too.
The twins held hands as they mounted the carriage, "The Strathskye University please taxi-girl: and slowly, so we can enjoy watching your wonderful legs", Marika called as both girls cuddled and love-giggled.
The girls had put a dollar coin in the slot next their seat, and that had registered over the radio with headquarters. Amanda was thus ready to go.
"Am on way to university with regular passengers", Amanda whisper-breathed into her microphone as, already she could hear the sexy gasps of Manika and Marika as they, though sisters absolutely forbiddenly shouldn't, kissed passionately in an ongoing masturbatory relationship, in which the body of each twin was the body of the other, and thus freely kissed stroked and cuddled to sate individual mutual desire: desire fired by the fact that, as twins, the girls needed no mirror to admire their own sensual sexy sensational beauty.
Amanda's erotically wonderfully beautiful long strong legs began to work the pedals on her "monocycle" by means of her imprisoned big toes, and thus turn the big cogwheel to drive the chain that drove the little cogwheel below her. Such a leg-display as must cause an instant explosive orgasm to watch for a microsecond, displayed Amanda, with her power-packed thighs the dynamo of her performance as human motor of the cruel taxi in which she was integrally intimately irremovably incorporated. But no motor, Rolls-Royce or Cadillac, was ever so beautiful, and no pistons ever packed such natural power and compulsive attraction, as the traction supplied by the supple wonder of an arrangement of sinew and muscle that combined such monumental strength with the magnificent beauty that Amanda's legs supplied: power and beauty, beauty and power both.
Amanda's legs on the two-foot-long-each, four-feet apart pedals, went through full stretch to tit-touching full monumental thigh fold at the top of their circuit in the circles of delight in the circus circles she cycled. Amanda must sit her slice on the cunt-saddle, and hurt became pleasing, as teasing with her legs so, she made the carriage go with her leggy leg show. And, poor girl, with her wrists tied such as to pull on her choker, she must have her eyes raised always front to follow the road and find her route, and so she was deprived of the heaven of watching her own beautiful legs as she pedalled.
If she must steer, she must turn her body and hurt her slice on the unrelenting cold apex-of-steel-triangle saddle. If she must brake, she must slow the cycle of her incredible legs so as to slow the vehicle with slow leg show, or else suffer agonies by trying to stop in an emergency, by holding the pedals stopped; but inevitably having even her strong legs continue to be ripped around, by the wheel now turning her rather than she it: forced to continue in the sexy cycling motion in which her gorgeous legs rose and fell and rose and fell.
And even as Amanda was cycling the taxi into town, and they risked being seen, Amanda knew that Manika and Marika had been kissing mouth on passionate mouth to arouse each other, and would now be masturbating each other with the pleasure of watching Amanda's legs at work, and watching Amanda's orgasmic thighs rise and fall and rise and fall. And Amanda would soon hear synchronous gasps and co-ordinated cries and uninhibited sighs as the two sisters came and came, one and the same, two and the same, again and again, watching Amanda's legs turning their circle cycle, cycling round and round and round again: leggy-leg stretched and huge thigh forcing down and around in circle cycle motion, to the eye emotion's potion: the pistoning of powerful pretty legs to supply from supple sinew, speedy smooth, sensationally sexy, sexual sensual motion.
"Thank you taxi-girl" smiled Marika or was it Manika as Amanda slowed and stopped her superbly supremely extremely pleasing display outside the university on another mundane Monday.
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Amanda momentarily reflectively watched the free twins wiggle their way into college, hand-in-pretty-hand………..free from Amanda's cruel subservient imprisonment………and then came yet another call……
"…….Cab 357: go to George Square and pick up a Miss Serena Redhead and her husbandgirl: that's George Square for a Miss Serena Redhead please 357……." came Sugar's pleasant friendly tones in Amanda's earphone.
"………357 on its way now………" Amanda obediently replied, as she set her erotically powerful, powerful legs to work once more: Amanda the Girl-Cab motor.
And as Amanda's beautiful legs circled the cycle as she cycled the circle to cycle the circuitous route to her next call of duty, the astounding beauty of Amanda's captured captivating body proved once and for all, that the seventh wonder of the world is a girl: just as are the other six!
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