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.
