Message-ID: <20002eli$9902170435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Governor's Wife - part eight Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36c9b5cb.167344775@news.telepac.pt> Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, and erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. - - - - - - - - - - - - cut-here - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Eight The bathroom was very feminine. All powder pink and scented; thickly carpeted and softly lit. Frank felt like an alien in it. He turned on the gilt taps and the water gushed in. Carefully he adjusted until the temperature seemed just right. When the bath was three-quarters full, he turned off the taps and stood waiting. He was beginning to feel that dangerous tingling sensation in his loins. It seemed to be intensified by the burning heat in his buttocks. My God, how she had belted him! Yet Frank felt an odd twinge of pride that he had somehow conjured up the strength in the end to maintain his posture. "Come in here!" Frank started. Hettie was already in the bedroom. He hurried in with thumping heart. "Y-Your .... bath is r-ready, Ma'am," he said respectfully, wishing he could tear his eyes and thoughts away from her seductive womanliness. "I should hope so," came the reply. "Now you will undress me." A hot flush spread through Frank, yet he shivered. How much .... how often .... he had dreamt of doing just that! But now, in reality, it terrified him. For the consequences must be inevitable. All the same, he still could not deny that the thought of seeing Hettie naked was like a fever in his brain. Frank gulped as he took a step forward. Was she leading him on? Into a trap? Was this going to be the evidence for a rape charge? "You .... y-you m-mean ...." he began. "Get on with it!" Frank's fingers trembled as he began to unbutton the scarlet blouse. Sweat broke out under his armpits as his fingers brushed against her warm flesh. The blouse fell open and Frank carefully removed it. He tried to avert his gaze from the upstanding breasts in the half cup brassiere, but simply could not. Hettie's features were impassive, her eyes hard. Oh the scent of her! Dear God .... help me .... I can feel it happening already! Yet how was it possible to stop himself? The clasp at the back of the brassiere was difficult to open. His fingers slightly nipped the smooth flesh. "Careful, you clumsy oaf!" "I .... I'm s-sorry, Ma'am ...." Oh Dear God, he already had a half-hard on! The brassiere fell away. Frank stayed behind Hettie and knelt to unfasten the zip at the side of the ski pants. That way she wouldn't see what was happening to him. Down came the zip. Another clip to undo at the side. Hettie stood motionless as Frank pulled the pants down over the swell of her hips. Once over the hips, they slipped easily down to her ankles. Hettie stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. Now she was clad only in the briefest of panties .... of scarlet lace. Not really a covering but an adornment. A little groan came from Frank as he felt himself stiffening to full erection. Oh God, he couldn't be blamed! It was just not possible for a man .... especially one who had been deprived for so long .... to keep control! She must know that surely. "Hurry up .... take them down .... I haven't got all day!" Frank bit his lips as he took hold of the tiny elasticated waistband and pulled the panties down over swelling curves .... Down .... Right down to the ankles .... Hettie stepped out of them. There, right before Frank's avid gaze, was the creamy whiteness of her luscious bottom. It quivered softly with her movements. Irresistible .... Yet having to be resisted .... This, thought Frank, is a privilege many a man must have yearned for. For he had been granted it, yet was in mortal dread! He watched as Hettie slowly swivelled round. The soft curvaceous nates were replaced by a curving white belly which terminated in a neat triangle of dark down, flanked by two long, smooth thigh columns. Frank dropped his eyes and hung his head. Here, indeed, was forbidden fruit within his grasp. Desire seared through him. The temptation to grasp .... and maul.... this lushly seductive female flesh was almost unendurable. He sobbed with the effort to control his lust and his nails clawed into the pile of the carpet. This woman was taunting him beyond all normal limits. And she must know it .... "What's the matter with you, weakling?" came the sneering voice. "Haven't you seen a woman in her birthday suit before?" "Y-Yes .... M-Ma'am ...." whispered Frank. He remained bending forward, so that his tumescence could not be observed. "Kneel up .... look at me!" ordered Hettie crisply. Now there could be no escape! Grinding his teeth, Frank forced himself erect and looked upon the lovely naked woman before him. Hands on hips, she was smiling mockingly .... derisively .... the power of both her provocative femininity and her sadism simply oozing from her. Frank felt his stomach turn to water as the smile suddenly vanished and the eyes went diamond hard. "What's the meaning of this, you disgusting ape?" came the query, in a voice to match the eyes. Frank uttered a little self-pitying moan; his lips trembled. "I.... I ...." he began. "Did I not warn you?" rasped Hettie, with the look of a tigress in her face. "I .... ahh .... I c-couldn't st-stop ...." Frank almost whimpered. "I .... I beg p-pardon .... Ma'am ...." His root felt as rampant .... as big and solid .... as he could ever remember. "My God .... It's incredible," sneered Hettie with a look of revulsion on her features, "you, you worm, can think of nothing else it seems. You must be sex mad! You've only to glimpse a woman in the nude .... something quite natural .... and you become a ravaging beast ...." "No .... n-no .... Ma'am .... I ...." Frank saw stars as Hettie's hand smashed across his face .... left and right. "Shut up you!" Through the stars, and the pain, Frank was still aware of the lush breasts swinging and bouncing delectably before him. "And stand up!" Trembling inwardly, Frank got to his feet. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life. He was absolutely in this woman's power.... and she did not seem to be aware of normal standards or limits. He felt bigger than ever now that he was standing, the ramrod of flesh projecting before him. Never before had he actually felt ashamed of being in such a potent condition before a woman, but now he did. It was absurd, but it was a fact. Frank felt utterly humiliated by the look of contempt in Hettie's eyes. "I .... just .... can't help .... it ...." he mumbled weakly. Once again the palm smashed across his face. This time not twice, but four times. Frank's head rang with bells. "I told you to shut up!" Hettie almost screeched. Frank clenched his teeth. To his further humiliation, he felt tears gathering in his eyes. Oh why couldn't he be more of a man? And yet .... and yet .... in some ways, at that moment, he could not have been more of a man! The ironic cruelty of it filled Frank's cup to the brim with bitter gall. "It had been my intention," Hettie was saying, "to have you attend me in my bath. But I'm not having you in there in that revolting condition. Oh my God, it's hopeless." Hettie shrugged. "You'll just have to learn the hard way." Frank gazed on Hettie with desperate pleading and the icy finger of dread began to grip his vitals. He knew, in that moment, with certainty, he was going to be made to suffer for something for which he could not possibly be blameworthy. It had all been done.... and would continue to be done .... for this woman's amusement and cruel satisfaction. It was inevitable as night following day. Inescapable. The wanton inhumanity of it was almost beyond belief. Frank just stood there in wretched silence. Degraded. Defeated. "Go and kneel in that corner." Hettie's finger pointed peremptorily to her right. "Put your nose to the floor .... and don't move a muscle. I'll deal with you after I've taken my bath." Hettie turned and Frank watched the swing and bounce of her superb bottom as she strode from the bedroom. He felt sick with longing .... and with dread. Wearily he stumbled to the corner and knelt in the humiliating fashion which had been decreed. Even the thick pile of the carpet seemed filled with Hettie's scent. That made it even more difficult for Frank to tear his thoughts away from her. At the same time, he could hear the faint slosh-slosh of water and heard Hettie humming to herself. In his mind's eye, Frank could see those beautiful breasts floating softly on the water. It was hardly surprising that his ramrod root showed little signs of subsidence! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - URL
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