Message-ID: <20094eli$9902210444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Governor's Wife - part twelve 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: <36cedc41.12784222@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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Twelve "Drink this." The tone was cool and commanding. Hettie looked quite unruffled, as if nothing at all had happened. Frank took the proffered glass and drank greedily. He was no longer bound to the stool but sitting on it. Sitting on it very gingerly. The potion burned in his throat and glowed deep down inside him. It was the same stuff he had been given earlier in the afternoon. At once he felt the strength seeping back into him. What in God's name was it. It was amazing. "Thank you, Ma'am," he said meekly as he handed back the glass. He no longer felt in terror of the Governor's wife. He felt a kind of deep-down respect for her. Almost an awe for her. Any woman who could thrash him like he had just been thrashed, deserved his respect. She was his Mistress. In every sense of the word but the one he would have wished for most of all. "Can you stand?" "I .... I think so, Ma'am ...." Frank made the effort .... and cried out in pain. The flesh over his buttocks was corrugated and seemed to have shrunk in size. Oh God, how it throbbed and burnt! It would go on doing so for days, he knew. A permanent reminder of the power of the Governor's wife to carry about with him. Frank cried out again, when his flaccid penis was seized. "I told you so." "Yes, Ma'am ...." Of course she had been right. Always would be right. He'd have to get used to that. Submit to it without rancour. He felt his penis released. "Next time I hope you will be able to keep better control of yourself, Frank." "Yes, Ma'am ...." He devoutly hoped so too. It was strange he reflected, how composed and relaxed she was. Gentle by her standards. She was just like a woman who had been fully satisfied in bed. As if she had just had a wonderful orgasm. Perhaps she had. "Go into the room at the end of the passage and lie down, Frank. You've got an hour or more before they come and fetch you." "Thank you, Ma'am ...." After a little bow, Frank turned and walked stiffly from the room. What a relief it would be to lie down, even for an hour. With a sigh of thankfulness, Frank sank face down on the small bed in the quiet end room. It was Heaven just to do nothing. Not to be under any threat. And the ointment was soothing his flesh beautifully .... Frank began to think about Hettie. Her body .... her beauty .... her power. In less than a minute he was in full erection again. He turned on one side and, with a sob, took hold of himself. He was entitled to some pleasure during the day, wasn't he? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "FRANK LANDER GROANED as he masturbated. Partly with the pain from the throbbing weals that encircled his rump, partly from the pleasure his manipulating hand was giving him. Oh God .... what a joy it was to gain some relief .... at last! His mind was filled with images of Hettie Page's superb naked body. Those firm rounded breasts, that superbly shaped bottom, those lovely long limbs. What a woman! Frank's mind flared at the thought of fucking her. Ramming into her .... possessing her. Feeling her female succulence, feeling her palpitating flesh. Enjoying her wriggling and jerking under him, hearing her gasping and panting. Steady .... steady .... Frank slowed his hand and retreated a little from the peak he had fast been mounting to. Pity to jerk off too quickly. He had suffered so much he must prolong his pleasure. My God, what a thrashing she had given him! It was incredible that a cane could hurt so much, especially when wielded by a mere woman. Frank took his hand off his throbbing organ altogether and, turning so that he lay face down again, ran both hands over his burning buttocks. "Ow!" he gasped, despite the gentleness of his own touch. The weals were ridges of fiery agony. And where they crossed each other, there was an even greater agony. How long would they continue to torment him? For days, probably. How long would they stripe his flesh? For weeks, most likely. And why had he got those weals? Simply for acquiring a natural erection when confronted by her provocative nudity! Hettie Page must have known the effect she would have on him. It was simply a means of venting her sadism and demonstrating her absolute power over him. Oh what a terrible thing it was to be at the mercy of a woman who was both beautiful and cruel! A sob shook Frank's body as he removed his hands from his buttocks and turned on his side again. He took hold of his rampant organ and the lust burnt through him more fiercely. This time, I'll think about caning her, he told himself. And, immediately he did so, he was lost. This time there would be no retreat. He would pump and pump to a thundering climax. Hettie was naked and pleading, tied hand and foot to the stool.... Ah yes .... yes .... She is as helpless as he had been .... "Aaaahhhh ...." The soft flesh, as yet unmarked, twitches and quivers.... Yes .... oh .... oh what delight .... He takes up the cane, measures that lovely bottom.... "Asaaahhh .... aaaahhhh ...." After he has thrashed her he will fuck the arse off her .... Frank's hand raced to a furious climax; he moaned and sobbed as he threshed about the bed, his mouth now agape .... "HHHAAA .... AAAHHHHHH!" he cried out as his juices suddenly spurted strongly. He was in a delirium of unrestrained lust. He could not recall a self-induced orgasm of such intensity before. His eyes were screwed tight and his teeth clenched as he jerked and jerked. Then the brilliant whiteness of the electric light above him pierced through his lids. "What are you doing, you filthy swine?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - URL
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