Lesbian sex by a loving black maid

I am using `Coercive’ in the title as a noun which apparently
makes no sense, but it works for me.

Story is set around 1875, with some literary license.
A midget from an isolated village, where she’d suffered
relentless teasing, is hired as a servant. She is coerced into
lesbian sex by a loving black maid and her cane wielding midget
madam (good cop bad cop scenario). Eventually her nympho nature,
combined with her desperate realization of never finding a
husband, leads with some deception down a different path.

Part I

Olivia wiped a tear, as the wagon rolled by the last few
ramshackle homes of her village. Her mind was churning with the
sensations and memories of her life, especially the merciless
teasing she had suffered over the years, about her stature. She
began to wonder how she would be treated in the big city.

The driver was an occasional visitor to her village, buying
cottage-industry products for his business. He had spoken to her
mother many times over the past year and earlier today they had
agreed for him to take her on as a household servant in his home.
The wages would be paid mostly to her widowed mother who was
unable to support a nineteen year old midget with no marriage
prospects, along with seven younger normal sized siblings.

After traveling a ways, the horses pulling the heavily loaded
wagon began labouring harder, as they approached a hilltop range
crowned by pine trees. The trees on that ridge had been the
visual outer limit of her entire life, crossed only in her day
dreams. As the road curved into the forest, she caught a glimpse
of the entire valley and her village, including the mill on the
river where her father had been killed in a terrible accident
three short years ago.

“Papa,” She cried bursting into tears.

“You saw the mill didn’t you?” She nodded wiping her tears,
“Sorry about you Pa.”

The other side of the ridge turned out to be more of the same;
except for a railway crossing where they stopped, while a
belching black monster thundered by. Her employer dismounted
holding the bridles to calm the horses until the noise reduced to
the click-clack of the last cars and then subsided. She had
listened to those distant whistles all her life but this was the
first time she had actually seen one of those wonders of modern
innovation.

Later they stopped at a blacksmith shop in a village, to have a
noisy wheel greased. While waiting, some children began to taunt
her, with the usual hurtful remarks about her size. Her employer
got extremely angry, slapping one, chasing them away. When he
took the reins again, she quietly thanked him. He just grunted
while cracking the whip, talking only to the horses during the
rest of the trip. Despite his gruff exterior the incident cheered
her up a little; being protected from ridicule was something only
her family had done in the past. Maybe in his household she would
be sheltered from abuse and treated like any other human being.

It was still daylight when they arrived at a large country house
on the outskirts of the city. “Wait in the wagon until I find the
stable boy,” he grumbled. She sat staring at the huge stone house
until he returned and lifted her down. He then helped her up the
five steps to the front door, she could have negotiated herself.
After letting her in, he left closing the door behind him. She
was in a large foyer with a sweeping staircase and several
doorways.

“Ah, the new wench, I am the lady of the house, you will refer
to me as madam.”

Olivia gasped in disbelief, staring at a midget about her own
height, wearing absolutely nothing. The woman appeared to be in
her late thirties, with pale white skin and nearly black hair
swept up in a bun. Her breasts were full and the lower part of
her somewhat distended belly was dominated by an expansive hairy
triangle. She had beautiful almond eyes but thick distinctive
eyebrows, a firm jaw and her overbearing mannerism, left her with
a strict appearance. Olivia, frozen to the floor, stared
absolutely petrified; hoping she was having a bad dream.

“What’s wrong wench, have you never seen another midget?” Olivia
bashfully averted her eyes.

“I…I’m…sorry madam but you…you’re naked; yes…no I never.
My…my name is,is,is Olivia.”

“Follow me wench!” She obeyed; following in a trance, trying not
so watch the madam’s large cheeks roll and quiver with each step.
They walked a long hallway, through a large kitchen and then into
a gloomy pantry; stocked with dry goods, cleaning implements,
linens, a small table and a wooden tub. “Undress yourself wench!”
Her harsh commanding tone could not be refused, like a sergeant
she’d once heard bellowing orders at his troops in the village.
“Did you hear me wench? I said …get…it…off! All of
it…now!”

Olivia’s mind churned in desperation between terrified obedience
and moral refusal; but hopelessly trapped she had no place to
turn. Bewildered and trembling with fear, she slowly removed her
frock and then carefully folded it on a table the madam pointed
to. “Petticoat, bloomers, off with them; now!” She cowered under
the woman’s fierce stare, as her fingers nervously fumbled with
hooks and ties, slowly exposing her nakedness. Her face was by
now flushed crimson, her cheeks bathed with tears; no one except
her mother and sisters had ever seen her naked. The madam leered
unashamedly, while nodding her approval. “Sandra,” she yelled, a
naked full figured Negro female about twenty-five entered.

“Yes madam,” she curtsied deeply.

“Burn this pile of rags in the cook stove.” She pointed at the
clothing, her eyes remaining fixated on Olivia’s nude body.

“Yes madam, at once.” She snatched them up, curtsied deeply
again and left the room. Olivia squeezing her thighs together,
hunched over while bashfully covering her vagina and breasts.

“But, but madam, I have nothing else to wear what…what do I?”
The madam, staring stiffly interrupted her sharply, while
pointing at a cane hanging on the wall.

“Hand me that cane wench!” Olivia, maintaining her awkward
posture hobbled to the wall, carefully lifted it off its hook,
and then returning handed it to her; still covering her vagina,
then her breasts again. In her befuddled state of mind she had no
idea what the cane was for. “Turn around, bend over and clasp
your thighs! Now wench! Arch your back; more…more; spread your
feet wider…aaah.” She took a deep audible breath, “ah yes
wench, that’s absolutely perfect; never…forget…this
position.” Olivia obeyed, adjusting her body as ordered,
nervously digging her fingers into her flesh as she cringed in
humiliation. She had never suffered physical discipline and had
no idea why she was ordered to adopt this position.

She shuddered realizing that her crotch, that most intimate part
of her body was now wide open; her vagina, her anus, exposed to
the madam’s eyes for whatever she had in mind. She heard an
unfamiliar swish, and screamed in terrified shock and pain, as
the cane slashed across and deep into her soft fleshy globes. She
instinctively rose, clutching them with her hands, screaming in
agony. “Get those hands back where they belong wench…or…I’ll
lash you to within an inch of your life!” She promptly resumed
her position and then suffered three more strokes. She winced and
cried with each stroke, desperately afraid to soothe her burning
flesh.

The madam then tenderly caressed both cheeks. “You got four
instead of three for failing to maintain your position. Ah,
there’s plenty of supple flesh here, wench.” She slapped each
cheek lightly several times and then dug her fingers deep into
each globe, groping and caressing, soothing the pain somewhat,
while breathing deeply. “Face me wench!” Olivia rose and turned
around, clutching her cheeks. “Ah, ah wench…hands off the flesh
and relish the consequences of disobeying your madam!” She
quickly moved her hands.

“Let this be a warning, never speak without being spoken to and
never ever…question my orders! Any violation will result in you
getting more of this!” She flexed the cane, bouncing Olivia’s
breasts with the curve, “is that clearly understood?” She spoke
assuming a superior air; one eyebrow raised; her expression
changing suddenly to sweet, briefly to arrogant, followed then by
a sweet adoring smile.

“Yes…madam.” She whimpered, her voice trembling through a
flood of tears; asshe became even more confused by the madam’s
variable moods. As the shock wore off, realizing her privates
were exposed, she hunched over and timidly covered up again.

“Look me in the eyes and get those hands up behind your
neck…now!” Her face turned fierce again, while slapping the
palm of her hand with the cane for emphasis. “Unless or course
you’d like to bend over again.” She sighed, her eyes glowing,
breaking into a wistful smile, visibly eager to wield the cane
again. She began stroking it slowly in the palm of one hand, like
a fiddlerbowing a violin. Olivia quickly moved her hands as
ordered, hunched over averting her eyes in shame and fear of that
ominous instrument of pain.
“Always look me in the eyes wench, when I speak to you! Stand up
straight, push out your chest, shoulders back, and hips forward!”
She slapped her palm again displaying that intimidating smile;
clearly relishing her authority while her eyes focused at length
on Olivia’s uncovered genitals. She then took a deep breath,
lingering on Olivia’s now proudly displayed breasts and caught
her eyes again as she resumed stroking the violin.

“Something wrong wench? Are we ashamed of showing our naked
body?” She flipped one of Olivia’s breasts with the cane, making
her gasp. “I’m proud of mine. Spread your feet and thrust out
your pelvis more. More!” Olivia obeyed, straining to achieve the
required stance, as the madam stared at her vagina and then,
traced the tip of the cane through her pubic curls.

“I’ve…I’ve never been b…bare-naked, before a stranger
madam.”

“You’re in my service now; your life is about me and nothing
else; so…as oftoday, I’m not a stranger, or do you still think
so?” She continued to tracethe cane through her curls.

“No madam I’m…I’m in your service; my…my madam is not a…a
stranger.”

“So…is it alright now for your madam to look at and touch your
naked body?” The cane moved up and flipped each breasts; again
making her gasp, not from pain but fear of the ominous threat it
represented to her burning behind.

“Yes…yes madam,” she answered barely audible, while the cane
again rearranges her curls.

“What is that wench? I can’t hear you!”

“Yes my madam, can see and feel my n…naked b…b…body.” The
cane moved inbetween her thighs; she gasped as it lodged in, and
moved from side to side flipping her inner labial lips.

“That’s much better, now…thank me for caning you and tell me
why…you deserved it?” She leered at her vagina again, as the
cane moved back up to her bush;making her gasp again, as the
point glanced her clitoris.

“Thank you…for…for caning me madam.” Her head was spinning;
leaving her totally perplexed and unable to focus on right or
wrong. Then an irrational quirk in her brain encouraged perhaps
by the lingering pain, convinced her to apologize sincerely. “I’m
truly sorry; please forgive me madam. I…I must be obedient
and… and do what madam tells me or I deserve to be…to be
caned.”

Despite her sincere apology, she desperately fought the urge to
cringe in reaction to the humiliating exposure of her privates,
violating the most sacre rule of moral behaviour in her
upbringing. Not only was she naked but the posture demanded,
prominently displayed her most intimate areas to the madam’s
arrogant stare. Then inexplicably, something in her rattled brain
conspired against her better judgement, conjuring up a notion
that the madam, as her employer was within her rights and she was
being ungrateful by assuming she was being abused. She deserved
to be caned then; but how could she have known? She felt dizzy,
nearly passing out from conflicting thoughts swirling in her
head.

“Very well wench, now…get on your knees. Place your hands in
the praying position, finger tips on your chin and eyes on the
floor.” She obeyed, still trembling nearly loosing her balance
kneeling; under the illusion now that she was duty bound to obey.
“There’s no need to be afraid, wench…as long as you mind my
orders. Repeat after me, I am a common household wench and I will
obey all orders, no matter what I’m told to do. You will look at
me while answering!” Olivia’s voice cracked several times, while
tearfully repeating the words; as she watched her madam,
savouring every word, stroking that menacing cane.

“Ah, you are improving wench; now like I told you, never speak
unless spoken to. If you have a question, fall to your knees, as
you are now but with eyes on the floor and wait until I give you
permission to look up and speak but if the question is frivolous
you’ll be caned.” She flexed the cane smiling wistfully.”You may
get up, now look in the next room and tell me what you see,” she
pointed with the cane to a curtained doorway. Olivia breathed a
little easier with the threat of the cane seemingly gone; she got
up and pulled the curtain, peering in the room.

“There’s a potty madam and some pails and cloths.”
“Alright get up here!” She tapped a milking stool with the cane.
Olivia quickly clambered up and after a penetrating stare,
assumed the required stance again, spreading her feet as much as
the stool allowed.

She tucked the cane into her armpit and proceeded to fondle and
squeeze her body, digging her fingers almost painfully into her
flesh. “Very shapely you are, beautiful body: waspy waists,” she
spanned it with thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and twisting
her body one way and the other; “wide curvaceous hips,” her hands
palmed down clutching the widest part, again twisting her body;
“and thick sculptured thighs,” Clasped one thigh between her
hands, she rolled its flesh, then repeating with the other thigh.

She then palmed her breasts, squeezing, rotating, lifting and
then kissed her nipples, sucking and nibbling each gently. “What
delicious firm breasts you have; very unusual pear-fruit shapes.”
She took several deep breaths and then traced their shapes with a
finger, tapping each underneath to watch them bounce.

“You are very beautiful aren’t you?” She caught her eyes,
flashing a tender smile.” Olivia stopped trembling in response to
the pleasant tone and tried to kneel on the stool to reply. “It’s
alright wench…you may answer standing, when I…ask the
question.”

“Thank you madam, many people say I’m…pretty.” Having been
raised not to revel in compliments about her looks, she timidly
cocked her head, batting her eyelashes. It did make her feel warm
all over, even forgetting about the unwarranted groping and her
sore flesh. The madam stood back and motioned her to turn around.
Olivia thought she was being caned again but instead her buttocks
and thighs were caressed, particularly the inner thighs near her
crotch.

“Wonderful round globes, a lot like mine,” she kneaded them,
slapping bothlightly, “nice supple flesh; you’re very strong
aren’t you?”
“Yes madam, stronger than many average size people, even some
boys.” She smiled shyly over her shoulder; for the moment feeling
at ease with her madam’s shameless physical inspection.

“Deep rib cage too, good lungs, you’ll be able to perform for
extended periods; yes, you’ll serve our needs just fine; we’ll
make good use of you.” She pointed to a mattress on the floor;
“there is your bed; you will never leave this room, unless
ordered by me or Sandra. You know about the potty and water to
wash with. You will wash your body daily; I can’t stomach body
odours and I will use the cane to enforce that.

One more thing, you will curtsy and bow whenever I enter of
leave, failing to do so is a three lash routine; every room in
the house is fitted with a cane.Here,” she handed her the cane
and pointed at the hook. Olivia stepped off the stool and hung it
up and then faced her madam again in the required stance. “Also,
Sandra is the number one housekeeper, she will assign your duties
and you will follow her orders like mine. She can recommend you
be caned, if you don’t measure up”

She held Olivia’s chin, wiping a tear with her thumb while
smiling tenderly, before kissing her forehead and wet rosy
cheeks. “Yes…you are so very pretty. Olive skin and blond hair
is a rare combination. The long hair has to go; you know how to
set it up in a bun?” She stroked a strand reaching her breast,
with a tender loving smile and then carefully draped it behind
her shoulder.

“Yes Madam I…I know how to…to do that.” She took a deep
breath and pointed at the door. Olivia hurried to open it while
curtsying deeply and smiling;strangely, almost in admiration of
the woman. After closing the door she sat on the mattress in the
windowless pantry, only dimly lit by a small pane in the door to
the kitchen. How could her madam be so cruel and then kiss her so
tenderly. The affectionate gestures had made her feel cozy all
over and she somehow sensed that the madam was about to embrace
her, before she abruptly left.

She heard the sharp sound of the cane ring out five times in the
kitchen, then the loud slaps of a hand-spanking. The other
servant must have done something wrong. She rubbed her own
cheeks, not too sore now and wiped a tear. Not wanting to be
caned again she resolved to work extra hard to please her madam.

The madam had called her body shapely and beautiful and she
didn’t know that her breasts were unusual. She had always taught
it natural that the little buds she first developed stayed the
same and her breasts just seemed to grow under them. Many people
had said she was pretty but she wondered why her body was
beautiful. No one but her own family had of course ever seen her
with out the frock.

She wondered what she meant by: `performing and serving our
needs and we are going to make good use of you.’ Who else was
going to use her and for what? Did she mean housework? She’d
heard of women having sex with each other; was that what she
meant? Was the black maid going to use her too? Her head began to
spin as she thought of the master. She shuddered…that big gruff
bearded man who hired her. Was he going to see her naked and
touch her body or worse…have his way with her? There would be
nothing she could do but submit or run from the house. She
shuddered again: run bare-naked! Remembering that her mother had
taught her that sex was only for married couples, she relaxed;
her master was already married to the madam, so how could he have
sex with her?

She had never thought she’d ever find a husband; no one in the
village would marry a midget and no prince on his great white
charger had emerged from her dreams to spirit her away. She had
believed until yesterday that she’d always live at home; since
her mother had refused many offers from travelling circuses to
employ her.

She began breathing deeply to relax, curling up hugging herself;
perhaps doing it with other females wasn’t so bad; was that
really sex? Curiosity about the curls arriving down there at
puberty had led to more exploration and soon regular
masturbation. She suffered extreme guilt about it for a long
time, even believing that she was possessed by evil spirits. She
had listened to some older women in the village talking about
exorcising evil spirits but she would have to admit that she was
doing it and she could never do that. Despite those fears, she
had been unable to resist the urge for more than a few days; it
was a reprieve from the ridicule she suffered in the village. Now
she was faced with a situation she had no control over. What were
the madam’s intentions? She had a feeling there would be more
than touching and groping. Maybe women just fingered each other;
what else could they do? The madam had touched her in an intimate
manner but not her vagina, at least not with her fingers; so was
that sex? She began to cry again, shaking uncontrollably; how
could this have happened to her? What else would be done to her
in this house?

Suddenly someone shook her, “move over Olivia I need more
space.” She had fallen asleep. It was Sandra; she sidled closer
to the wall under the shelf on the narrow mattress, making room
for the big woman.

“Is this your bed too Sandra?” she asked in a whimpering voice,
rubbing her eyes.

“It’s has been my bed up until now, so now we share.” It was
nearly dark; Sandra used a cloth to wipe Olivia’s drying tears.
“There now, you’ll feel better soon; it’s always hard to leave
the home the first time.” She kissed her forehead.

“But…but she took all my clothes and…and hurt me!”

“Shush, shush…come here, let me hug you.” Olivia stiffened in
surprise as Sandra’s drew her into her soft body. “There now, I
know what you’re going through; we’ve all been there. Oh, you’re
so little and so sweet.” She drew her face into her breasts.

“I’m a midget like the madam…I was nineteen last month.” She
relaxed and contentedly cozied up in her embrace, feeling warm
and secure.

“There don’t cry no more sweetie; Um…you do feel so nice,”
Sandra whispered softly in her ear as she squeezed her little
body. Olivia sighed contentedly, Sandra’s body was a safe and
comfortable sanctuary, and it was reassuring to be caressed with
her head nestled in Sandra’s ample chest. It had been a
frightening first day away from home, the worst of her life, but
now for the moment she felt comfortable with someone who was also
a servant. Sandra began to stroke her back and side.

“Sandra, do I caress you too?”

“No, no sweetie you just relax and I’ll make you feel better;
you’ve had a very rough day.” After a while her hand roamed to
her buttocks and thighs, slowly and gently stroking and
massaging, then after some time, her inner thigh. “Are you a
virgin, Olivia?”

“I’m not married, so I never did that.”

“Do you ever finger your vagina; you know…to feel good?”

“I…I well…yes…sometimes.” She’d never in her wildest
dreams imagined that she would ever confess that intimate secret
to anyone; but in her bewildered state of mind, Sandra was now an
anchor in a storm that had shattered her life in one single day.
She was an open book to her full bodied confidant. Sandra’s
fingers came closer to her crotch with each gentle stroke; Olivia
unconsciously lifted her thigh invitingly, as her breathing
became deeper, sensing that something magical was about to
happen.

“Did you do it just with your fingers or with some object?”
Olivia sighed taking a deep breath.

“I…I have…yes, I did sometimes…with a broken ladle handle,
pretending it was my dream prince.” She willingly bared her soul
completely now, rocking her pelvis slowly as her breathing became
sporadic.

“So your hymen is broken.”

“What…what is a hymen Sandra?” She didn’t answer and then it
happened; her entire body twitched, and then froze momentarily,
as fingers other than her own for the first time, reached and
probed her curls. She shuddered, as one briefly grazed her clit
and then gasped while two traced the valley of the inner labia,
past the vaginal orifice to that sensitive spot below. Sandra
scratched her perineum, while a thumb probed her inner labia,
making her gasp repeatedly. Then a finger returned to the vaginal
orifice, probing it gently. Her body stiffened with excitement as
she realized her vagina was to be penetrated by another female
for the first time.

“Do you want my finger in there sweetie?” Her orifice tightened
for an instant, then letting out a muffled squeal.

“Ooooh…yes…yes Sandra I…,” she suddenly in the excitement
lost her voice, her mouth locked wide open, as she surrendered,
welcoming the intruder as it plunged inside. She shivered and
groaned with pleasure while a finger, much longer than her own,
penetrated deeply, probing and stroking. She moaned breathlessly
experiencing an overpowering feeling of wellbeing throughout her
body; leaving her for a moment nearly paralyzed.

“Do you like that Olivia?” She kissed her on the lips.

“Oh…do I like it? Oh yes, oh yes, I…I…yes, I do, it feels
oh…so good Sandra, oh so good.” She trembled uncontrollably, as
every fibre of her body burned with desire for more. She’d never
experienced a feeling so vigorous from her own fingers or the
handle. Sandra’s hands fondling and groping, the warmth from
their bodies melting together; the worst day in her life,
suddenly kissed away and forgotten. Never in her most passionate
sexual fantasies had she imagined being loved by another woman
could be so intensely satisfying.

“Kiss me Olivia.” She slowly regained her mobility and reached
her arms around Sandra’s neck, puckering up, meeting Sandra’s
full lips and long probing tongue as a finger continued to stroke
her vagina. Olivia eagerly accommodated her first double
penetration moaning loudly, squirming, rocking and twisting her
body, while spasmodically squeezing her thighs on Sandra’s hand
in response to that long finger; she climaxed with an intensity,
never achieve through masturbation while moaning contentedly into
Sandra’ mouth.

Sandra slowed, but continued stroking and kissing, making her
climaxed again and after a while, one more time before pulling
her finger out. She inserted the wet finger between their lips
licking it. Olivia in her dreamlike post climax state kissed and
sucked it as Sandra feed it into her mouth. She relished the
familiar taste having savoured it many times after masturbating
and then kissed Sandra passionately. They hugged and kissed as
Olivia enjoyed the feeling of her first female experience.

“Oh Sandra oooh…I never felt like this, never ever; can I…I
do something to you…now?” She mumbled trailing off, half
asleep.

“Not now sweetie, just relax and enjoy the moment. I’ll let you
know when I want you to; for now you just relish the feeling.”

“Yes Sandra I’m…sorry, and I will…I am.” She was ecstatic,
totally spellbound by her lover. She doted on her every word,
relishing the feeling of total submission to Sandra’s every wish.

“Do you always climax several times when you masturbate?”

“What…what is that…a climax Sandra?”

“That is when you’re masturbating and then get that wonderful
feeling.”

“Well yes, I get that feeling…climax…many times before I
stop. Is that good Sandra?” Sandra didn’t reply. They hugged as
Olivia passed into dreamland in Sandra’s arms.

Sandra woke her during the night and fingered her to several
more
highs. Olivia felt like she was in heaven, being loved like that
and eagerly sucked the wet finger as she passed out again.

Early in the morning Sandra’s finger woke her again, bringing
her
to yet more orgasms. She dreamily grasped Sandra’s hand after,
sucking the juices of her finger before her lover got up and left
the room.

The sound of the door closing, sent shivers through her body;
she
nearly cried curling up hugging herself, feeling lonely and
abandoned in the dark, without her lover. Sandra was now all she
had in the world. She trembled trying to hold back the tears, as
she ached for the embrace of her warm protective body. She
wondered why Sandra left so early in the morning. If there was
work to do in the kitchen why couldn’t she help? There were no
sounds out there; what could she be doing? Maybe she was setting
a table in a dining room for breakfast. She didn’t dare leave the
room to look, from fear of the madams’ cane.

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