Message-ID: <21357asstr$943117800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Seven X-Original-Message-ID: <38368693.144666451@news.telenet.pt> X-Original-Path: 195.23.214.98 Lines: 241 Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 12:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, Vulpine Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. Copyright: Victor Bruno. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Seven Sobbing with shocked despair, Frank turned and scuttled from the room .... like a dog with its tail between its legs. The knowledge of the hour of effort and agony which lay ahead of him (inescapable!) burnt like a brand through his whole being. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For a while, Frank became a deranged kind of being. One moment mad with hate for this woman who was able to drive him to such extremities. The next about to give it all up and let the consequences, whatever they were, take their course. He would rape this woman .... Then he would strangle her .... What did a lifetime in gaol compare against such exquisite revenge? Oh .... oh .... he would kill her so slowly. But first he would fuck her and fuck her. Then thrash her until there wasn't an inch of white skin on that lovely bottom. Yes .... Yes .... oohh .... yes .... Madness, of course. Frank would do no such thing. And, in his heart of hearts, he knew it. He simply continued to grunt and groan as he staggered back with one concrete block after another. This woman had defeated him. He was her slave. There to be driven on beyond all normal endurance. He shouted, he cursed, as he drove himself on. He found strength beyond anything he had previously managed, beyond what he thought he was capable of. In a way, he became possessed. His fury, his hate, were like a powerful stimulant within his body. On and on and on he went in a kind of frenzy. Vaguely, at some point, he was aware of his Mistress watching his agonies. But that only drove him to greater heights of effort. Then, when the last block had been placed into position, his delirium subsided. He collapsed in a whimpering heap in the dirt. He had finally fainted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Icy cold water .... Hard jets of it .... There she stood with a kind of fireman's hose in her hand. She was grinning as she directed it at his aching body. "That's the kind of effort I like to see. Ten minutes under the time. You sure don't like the feel of leather, do you pig?" The tone was jeering. Callous. Cruel. Great gouts of water kept crashing into him. Frank tried to crawl away but the jet of water remorselessly followed. S-Stop .... ooh .... ahh .... stop .... stop .... it...." "This'll soon bring you round, boyo!" "Enough .... oh stop .... ahhhh .... I've had enough...." "That's what you think!" The hard jet of water hit Frank in the genitals. He screamed breathlessly as he twisted over..... The she-devil! Was there no limit to what she would do with him? It went on and on, until he was whimpering and sobbing like a child. Lying curled up, foetus-like, in the dirt of the yard. The muddy dirty yard. Then, suddenly, it was over. The jets had stopped. Frank felt his head ringing, his flesh pulsating. "Get into the house .... dry yourself off," came the command. Like a whipped cur, Frank hurried to obey. At that moment, he had no more will and resistance in him than a jellyfish. That was the condition to which this woman had so easily reduced him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "DRINK THIS" Frank did not know or care what was in the glass handed to him. He drank down the liquid and a fire-like sensation convulsed him. He choked, bent double. Had she poisoned him? In a way, that would be a blessed relief. Then the fire became a warm glow inside. He felt a strange relief .... the pain, the fatigue and the tensions ebbing away. What the Hell had she given him? It didn't matter much. The life blood .... the manhood .... were seeping back into him. "That will take the place of some of the guts you haven't got," said Hettie Page callously. Again and again she seemed to emphasise his inadequacy. Yet was he so inadequate? Could any man stand up better to what he was going through? Maybe .... maybe .... perhaps he had never been made to realise before that he was such a softy. His head became suddenly very clear. His senses were violently alert .... colours more vivid .... sounds louder. What was happening to him? He felt ridiculously strong again. How could that be, after all he had gone through? But it was good to feel a man again, all the same. He stood there naked but no longer so ashamed. Hettie strolled away and poured herself something from a decanter. Her eyes roved over him possessively. "Am I getting through to you, Frank?" she asked suddenly. He gulped. "Yes .... oh yes .... Ma'am ...." "You realise I can do anything I like to you and you'll have to submit to it? Or else take the consequences?" "Yes .... Ma'am ...." The extent of her power was indeed very evident to him. It was something beyond anything he had experienced before. Terrifying yet somehow fascinating him. He saw her smile; saw the casual, arrogant movements of her body. Here was a woman in command, in every sense. He suddenly felt a strange kind of awe for her. A desire, almost, to worship .... Was he going quite mad? Or was it the result of what she had made him drink? "While you're here," said Hettie in a rather dreamy sort of voice, "you'll have other duties than the labouring or domestic kind." She smiled and took a swig from her glass. Was it the same potion as he had been given, wondered Frank? Some kind of drug? Certainly it had revived and stimulated him in an extraordinary fashion. Somehow he felt larger than life. His weakness had gone and masculine desires were beginning to course through his veins again. "Yes, Ma'am ...." he said automatically. What did she mean though? "Do you know what they are?" "No, Ma'am ...." How could he know? Hettie came closer to him and her perfume and presence filled his head. The magnetism made him feel submissive .... yet somehow strong at the same time. "They are," said Hettie throatily, "of a rather more personal nature." Frank's blood seemed to be set on the boil. God, he thought with a kind of ecstasy, it's going to happen after all! She's just been playing with me. Putting me through Hell before she takes what she really wants. Well, he promised himself, she'll get what she wants alright! He saw that Hettie was still smiling. It was a possessive smile. "But, because they are of a more personal nature," she went on, "that does not mean you are permitted to take any liberties. None! Our relationship has not altered one iota. You are here to serve and submit. Just as I want. And, if I think you're getting any other ideas, you'll suffer for it, you bastard!" Frank's sudden-soaring hopes took a nose dive. A cramp of apprehension gripped his stomach. What was this she-devil up to now? What game was she playing? She was like a cat with a mouse, tormenting and teasing incessantly. He had been crazy to think she was going to give him what he ached for .... "Clear?" "Yes, Ma'am," he answered humbly. He was back in his role of whipped cur. There to be used. There to amuse. Her plaything. Frank could scarcely repress a shudder of dread. There were still some three hours to go before he was fetched and taken back to the gaol .... the gaol which now seemed a happy haven of rest by comparison. "Right," said Hettie, pouring herself another glass from the decanter, "Go up to the bathroom which leads off my bedroom and run me a bath." "Y-Yes .... Ma'am ...." Frank felt his nerves, and his desires, flare suddenly again. There were so many implications. Was he actually going to see her naked? Perhaps actually be in the bathroom while Hettie took her bath. What else could she mean by duties of a more 'personal nature'. The visions conjured up were both wildly exciting yet terribly frightening. For everything Hettie had said implied he was going to have to control himself, whatever the circumstances. Still vivid in Frank's mind was what had happened the last time she had deliberately provoked him and he had been unable to stop himself reacting naturally. 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