Mariams Gambit

The Islands of Dalburn had seen better days. Five years previously there had been a mysterious rotting disease that affected most of the island's Keeze plants, Keeze being the main source of nutrients for the vast majority of the Island's population, this was utterly devastating. Due to desperation most of the young men left either seeking fortune or to join the Kingdom of Weathage's army in hopes of supporting their families. This left the island with a population of nearly 85% women. The only men left over were those who were lame, indolent, or rich. It took no time at all for the leftover men to find wives despite their flaws, leaving the majority of the island as single women. While the famine's effects subsided and the island was able to meagerly survive it was still a miserable place, a shell of its former self and there was no place more miserable than the House of Atwood, which was the seat of the ruling family of the Island.

The Atwood family who ruled the Islands of Dalburn for hundreds of years. The normally prosperous House of Atwood had badly squandered their fortunes during the time of the famine and were on the verge of bankruptcy, this was in no small part due to the lavish lifestyle of the eldest daughter or the Atwood family, the spoiled, cruel and vain Vivien Atwood. Vivien demanded the most decadent lifestyle on the island as her birthright. While the rest of the Island starved Vivien indulged in a wide variety of exotic foods. While the women of the Island wore rags and struggled to grow their own crops Vivien sat idle in the finest gowns. While the women of the Island stewed in desperate loneliness, pining for their lost men, Vivien rejected suitor after suitor. Vivien did have a reason to reject her suitors, however, as none of them had enough liquid assets to drag the House of Atwood out of their debt, AND supply Vivien with the self-indulgent life that she believed she deserved.

It was Vivien's beauty that made her the only true hope for the Atwood family avoiding disgrace, and thusly Vivien was under a lot of pressure. It was Vivien's beauty that gave the rest of her family hope, but it also made her untouchable to criticism, which led to a devilishly narcissistic streak. Yet, despite this great power, the sands of time were indeed trickling away from Vivien. The beautiful noblewoman wouldn't let it on, but she was indeed getting quite desperate to find a rich enough man to fit her and her family's needs. Vivien had even lowered herself recently to writing letters to men she deemed eligible and was utterly insulted when these men seemed uninterested in funding her family's debt, they were able to find less demanding noblewomen with less baggage. This mounting pressure and rejection made Vivien bitter and cruel, especially towards her servants. Any small error by a servant would lead to Vivien taking it upon herself to cruely insult, slap, or dock the meager payments that the servants received. Recently Vivien has become cruely obsessed with using her servants as sexual objects.

As mentioned previously, Vivien was indeed beautiful, really a sight to behold, she was a tall blond, in fact, her hair almost seemed to shimmer with gold and her perfectly groomed dark eyebrows accentuated her crystal blue eyes. Vivien's full lips rarely smiled, aside from an occasional taunting or sadistic smile meant to inflict pain onto those on the receiving end of her wrath. Although it was hard to gauge the true beauty of her body due to Vivien wearing large ornate dresses, one could plainly see that underneath her clothing was an hourglass figure, long shapely legs, and pert medium sized breasts.

Vivien was in a particularly cruel mood one day when she was speaking to one of her personal servants named Mariam, who had the misfortune of knocking on the door to Vivien's ornate personal chamber to ask Vivien when she would be paid.

"Madam Vivien, I have not received a cent for nearly a month, I know the House of Atwood is not in good financial shape, but I was hoping that I could purchase a dress and some shoes for my young cousin, who is going to school in rags," Mariam asked this question with utter hesitating trepidation, knowing full well that Vivien may lash out at her.

"Mariam. As I have said the House of Atwood is taking on debt to pay you and your incompetent compatriots, certainly you should have the sense to wait for me to pay you when I see fit, rather than stoop so low as to beg." Vivien said with a sneer.

"I understand, I do hope that you are able to find a proper suitor and pay off your debts, I pray for you," Mariam said, knowing full well that this was a sore subject for Vivien.

Vivien took a deep breath and then smiled a cruel smile before retorting, "I pray for your husband to someday return from the North Sea, as unlikely as it is, I still pray."

Mariam had not seen her husband Liam for five years after he had left the island looking for his fortune, in order to support Mariam. Mariam had received no correspondence and it was assumed that he was dead. Mariam looked down at her bare feet and turned around, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Wait!" Vivien pronounced before Mariam closed the chamber door behind her.

"There is a way you can get paid today," Vivien said with an almost perverse look on her face.

Goosebumps immediately formed as a chill spread through Mariam's body, by Vivien's tone she knew exactly what Vivien was going to ask. "What if I say no?" Mariam asked after she turned around to look at Vivien.

"You may have to wait another month to get paid." Vivien turned around and lifted up her blonde hair so that Mariam could unzip her dress. Mariam knowing the drill, slowly unzipped Vivien's large dress, revealing her brazier clad back, and her lower undergarments. Even Mariam, who did not fancy women in the slightest was in awe of Vivien's rapturous beauty. Vivien stepped out of her dress, and looked down at the smaller Mariam, Vivian was already taller than Mariam, but towered over her because of her white knee-high boots, with six-inch heels.

"Strip!" Vivien ordered.

Gulping, Mariam pulled her ragged servant dress over her head and stood before Vivien completely in the nude, small stripes of dirt marred Mariam's soft white flesh. Mariam was herself an attractive young woman, clearly the most attractive of Vivien's servants, her short somewhat unkempt brown hair nicely framed her slightly freckled face. Like Vivien, Mariam possessed full lips and an hourglass figure, simply not as pronounced as the cruel but utterly elegant Vivien.

Pulling Mariam by the hand, Vivien approached her bed, Vivien then lied on her back, still clad in her undergarments, she motioned for Mariam to join her on the bed. Mariam's lower lip quivered as she slowly removed Vivien's lower undergarments, to reveal her shaven pubic area.

"You hate this don't you?" Vivien said flashing a taunting and cruel smile.

Mariam took a deep breath, she indeed was a reluctant participant, but she knew that this was the only way that she would be able to get paid her meager servant's wages. Vivian was saving penetrative sex for marriage, but she enjoyed dominating other women. Mariam had pleasured Vivien before, and Mariam had witnessed Vivien coerce other servants into pleasing her and indulging in her twisted fantasies.

"Get to work, whore!" Vivien crassly ordered. The word "whore" stung Mariam, she was indeed giving up her dignity in order to be paid. Mariam tried to detach herself and thought about her fiance returning, of a happy life, the life she envisioned before the famine.

Mariam lowered her head and in seconds she was on her stomach between Vivian's legs gently licking Vivien's clit with her tongue. Mariam hated the taste of Vivien's pussy, as beautiful as Vivien was, her juices were musty and sour. As Vivien gently moaned in pleasure, Mariam applied more pressure with her tongue and started to insert her index finger into Vivien's now damp pussy.

"Look at me whore!" Vivien cried out.

Again the word "whore" stung Mariam's ears and permeated her soul, but she did Vivien's bidding and looked up and watched as Vivien who had unclasped her bra was now squeezing and pulling at her own tits as she writhed in pleasure. Mariam started to fuck Vivien with her index and ring finger, twisting her fingers attempting to tickle Vivien's g-spot. Mariam more than anything wanted the ordeal to be over, and doing the best job pleasuring her tormenter was her only avenue towards potentially ending her coerced cunnilingus sooner rather than later.

Vivien wrapped her long legs around Mariam as she moaned in pleasure, this forced Mariam's lips and tongue to harshly press against Vivien's clit. To add even more pleasure Vivien harshly grabbed Mariam by the hair and used her full strength to press Vivian's face into her now throbbing pussy. Mariam curled her toes and kicked her feet as she wriggled her tongue in every which way over Vivien's clit. Mariam could barely breathe, she had no choice but to gulp down Vivien's juices. Mariam, not forgetting the task at hand was now effortlessly fucking Vivien's pussy with three of her fingers. Vivien's juices were flowing freely, all over both Mariam's hand and face. Mariam felt as though she was drowning, Vivien let out cries of unabashed ecstasy.

Suddenly and without warning, Mariam found herself released from Vivien's grasp, breathing heavily, nearly ready to burst into tears Mariam quickly sat at the edge of the bed, panting in near hysteria.

"Collect yourself, whore!" Vivien spoke harshly.

"Give me five..." Mariam tried to ask for a break but was interrupted by the palm of Vivien's hand. The slap shocked Mariam, and her chin began to quiver, Mariam fought back tears.

Mariam turned around to see Vivien presenting herself prone, her head buried in her aureate bed's many pillows. Mariam was praying that her escapade with her employer would not come to this, as it had in the past, this was a task that Mariam truly dreaded. Vivien was not expecting Mariam to lick her clit again, but instead her asshole. With an expression of utter disgust Mariam nude and on her knees pulled open Vivien's buttocks with her hands and lowered her mouth and her tongue into Vivien's arse.

"YES! WHORE!" Vivien screeched as Mariam swiveled her tongue around Vivien's anus before plunging her tongue into Vivien's backdoor.

Mariam continued to lick Vivien's anus, as Vivien, now dripping wet stroked herself. Vivien's pleasure was so great that she had to muffle her euphoric sounds with her pillows. Mariam continued to fight back tears as she continued to push her tongue into Mariam backdoor, as well as periodically licking up and down.

Although it was likely only minutes Mariam felt as though she was eating Vivien's asshole for hours. Finally, Vivien, now with shaking legs removed herself from her bed and commanded Mariam to lie on her back. Before Mariam could catch her breath fully, Vivien was sitting on her face, harshly grinding her crotch over Mariam's face. Almost immediately Mariam's face was dripping wet with Vivien's sour juices. Vivien ignored Mariam's gagging and retching as she harshly gyrated her hips on Mariam's face. Mariam couldn't help but kick her bare feet, and flail her arms helplessly as the taller woman harshly used her face as a sex toy.

Then the flood. Vivien had to grab a pillow and harshly press it against her face as she screamed in a climax, her juices soaking the hapless Mariam, whose bloodshot eyes stared up at Vivien. When it was all said and done Mariam was lying in a soaked bed, her lips swollen, bleeding in places, her hair disheveled and wet form Vivien's juices, as well as her own sweat. Two coins were tossed onto her naked stomach.

"Wash my sheets, whore," Vivien said as she looked into a hand mirror and primed her illustrious hair.

Shaking with a mixture of anger, shame and utter contempt Mariam took the two coins, it was half of what she was owed. Mariam put her servant's rags back on and began to collect Vivien's soiled bed sheets. As Mariam walked down the hall with Vivien's bed sheets the taunts of "whore" still stung. Mariam's mind began to fantasize about getting revenge on Vivien, little did she know her fantasy would soon become a reality.

***

In the days following Mariam's encounter with Vivien, Mariam overheard that Vivien was so desperate, she was reluctantly sending a proposal letter to an absurdly wealthy nobleman that she knew could pay down her family's debts. In fact the rumor was, that if Vivien and her family didn't pay off the family debts within one month they would lose their noble status and be forced to put their large manor and estate into the hands of the bankers, who would then surely auction off the property to one of the Atwood's rival families. The reason why Vivien had waited so long to finally make an arrangement with this particularly wealthy nobleman was that she knew he would agree. The wealthy nobleman's name was Marcus Winthorpe, 25 years Vivien's senior Winthorpe was in his 50s, a distinguished but stout gentleman, with a greying beard Winthrope had a reputation for being "old-fashioned" meaning that he would control Vivien's finances and carefully monitor her spending. Winthrope had a reputation for being stingy with his money. Winthrop was married for 25 years and had five children, meaning that Vivien would not be getting much inheritance once Winthrope passed away. Worst of all, however, was the fact that Vivien would undoubtedly be forced to be seen in public with an older, clearly less attractive husband for whom she would clearly be only married to in order to clear her debts. As the other noblewomen would attend events with young handsome men of high status, Vivien would be seen in public with a constant reminder of her and her family's fall from grace.

"From what I can tell, I am the most beautiful noblewoman in the whole kingdom! The indignity of being associated with such a dowdy sack of a man is humiliating! There must be some other solution!" Mariam heard Vivien say out loud as the courier took her letter to be delivered to Winthrope.

Seeing that Mariam overheard her proclamation, Vivien walked over to Mariam with a rageful spite in her voice and whispered, "At least I will keep my little whore." Into Meriam's ear, before pushing Mariam like a schoolyard bully.

It was just several hours later that news started to spread of a ship that had landed, filled with a group of soldiers, their captain was a wealthy and handsome nobleman who had apparently found treasure in the North Sea, and rumor had it that he was looking for a wife, that he had docked on the island specifically for that reason. When Vivien got the word, this immediately piqued her interest. Vivien immediately asked for the young nobleman's name and was given the name Alistair Merryweather. Neither Vivien or anyone else with knowledge of the noble lineage knew of this family name, but based on the amount of money Alistair and his men were spending at the local inn, Merryweather was certainly rich.

Meriam couldn't help but roll her eyes, as Vivien swooned at the young nobleman's description. Rugged face, nicely groomed beard, dark hair, broad shoulders, muscular, dashing, deep voice. Vivien almost seemed to faint when she heard about the young nobleman's reported wealth, whole treasure chests of gold coins, ancient artifacts of priceless value. It was impressive to Mariam how quickly Vivien had fallen in love with someone who she had never spoken to or even seen. Pacing back and forth Vivien couldn't help but express out loud that she was being saved by the Gods themselves, and that mercy was being given to her, that her destiny was that of greatness. Yet Vivien was also visibly nervous, failure to woo this young nobleman would mean that she would have no choice but to marry Winthorpe, the stakes were ridiculously high. Mariam couldn't help but fantasize about Vivien being rejected, yet Mariam could not see a universe where any red-blooded man would reject such a beauty like Vivien.

It wasn't thirty minutes later that Mariam unexpectedly was called to Vivien's chamber. Walking into the chamber Mariam was met with a visibly nervous Vivien.

"Two years salary," Vivien spoke with shaking intensity.

"For what?" Mariam asked inquisitively.

"You need to find out more about him, I need to ensnare him, I cannot afford to lose this opportunity."

"You want me to speak with the strange nobleman?" Mariam asked the still contemplating what Vivien was saying.

"Yes, and more than that, I need to know all of his intimate desires."

Mariam tilted her head and starred at Vivian in puzzled bemusement.

"I need you to find out what he likes to do in the bedroom, if he wants me to purr like a kitten, if he wants me to do jumping jacks in the nude, if he wants me to suck on his toes I'll do it and if I know what he wants before I meet him I can make him think it was all my idea, that we were meant for each other! I need to make him think that we are destined to be together I cannot fail!" Vivien said with a surprising amount of honesty.

"How do I find all that out?" Mariam said taken aback by the intensity of Vivien's desperation.

"You are a whore! You know what to do!" Vivien said, reverting back to her cruel nasty self.

Mariam realizing that she for once had the upper hand stood back and said, "I'll do it, only if you give me three years salary, a new wardrobe and agree to get on your knees and kiss my feet right now...Oh and never EVER ask me to pleasure you again!"

Vivien immediately got red in the face, her anger was palpable. "Ludicrous! I cannot afford that! Three years! A whole wardrobe! Kiss your feet!"

"You have plenty of dresses, give me a few, look at all your jewelry and possessions, a few here and there will easily make three years salary, and I am not going anywhere until you get on your knees and kiss my servant's feet! AND promise to never treat me like your WHORE again!" Mariam said with a newfound confidence.

"You're robbing me!" Vivien said with tears of anger welling up in her eyes, she seemed to be almost ready to fall into some type of temper tantrum.

"I am the only pretty servant you have, it's me or nothing, meet my demands!"

In a huff Vivien stood up and opened up her wardrobe, and pulled out some dresses, tossing them angrily in a heap on her bed. Vivien then took three pairs of shoes and some undergarments and threw them onto the pile. Vivien then picked up a silver hand mirror, some bracelets, and a necklace and threw them onto the top of the pile.

"There you go, a new wardrobe, and three times your pathetic salary. PLEASE DO MY BIDDING!"

Mariam just stared Vivien.

"You can't be serious about me kissing your disgusting servant feet!" Vivian said with seething rage.

"On your knees!" Mariam ordered.

Vivian now shaking with anger lowered herself to her knees before Mariam, she looked up at Mariam for a few seconds, in an effort to somehow illicit mercy...she found none. Vivien slowly lowered herself and puckered her full lips, kissing first the right foot of her servant and then the left. Mariam took her spoils in a big bundle and walked off confidently, as Vivien gagged and spit.

A half an hour later Mariam was in a stagecoach, dressed in a revealing dress that pushed her bosom up and accentuated her bottom, despite the fact that she was on her way to proposition a stranger at the request of her tormenter and adversary she was still experiencing a natural high from Vivien kissing her feet. Mariam was also somewhat excited about the prospect of having sex with a man, a man that would possibly put her pleasure into account. Mariam was barely able to find the time alone to masturbate and had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, despite the fact that she was essentially whoring herself out to a stranger, she felt strangely excited, especially since the man was described as being otherworldly handsome.