Message-ID: <21703asstr$944683801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Twenty-five Lines: 154 X-Original-Message-ID: <384e5f0d.64587485@news.telenet.pt> Date: Wed, 8 Dec 1999 15:10:01 -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: gill-bates, dennyw 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 "You'll come off it when I decide," said Hettie curtly. "Perhaps you'll stay there until I give you your second caning this afternoon." The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Twenty-five Frank's brain seemed to erupt in screaming terror. She could not mean that! SHE COULD NOT! There was a limit to what human flesh and blood could stand. Thank God there was. For if she did mean it. Frank knew he would reach that limit very soon. Frank thanked God for imposing limits on what the human body could endure. "I'll think about it .... while I have a drink and a cigarette...." Casually, so casually, Hettie Page turned on her heel and strolled out of the kitchen. Frank watched the quivering of the white flesh of her buttock cheeks as they undulated seductively. But for once, such was the pain filling his being, and such was his dread of the future, he felt no desire! He only felt terror. Terror of this woman .... and what she was capable of doing. * * * Something like a quarter of an hour later, Hettie came strolling back, in the same casual way. There was a tumbler-glass in her hand, tinkling with ice. It made Frank realise how thirsty he was. "May I.... may I h-have a d-drink, Mistress?" he asked in a whisper. "No," replied Hettie curtly. She stood there, supping her drink, one hip jutting, one thigh thrust forward. "P-Please ...." Frank began to whimper. "Shut up .... you'll be fed and watered when I think fit." Hettie strolled round and examined the havoc she had wrought. "Mmmmm...." she said after a while, "I like the look of that. At least, Frank, you have the satisfaction of knowing you've been thrashed by an expert." Frank ground his teeth. The taunting bitch .... how well she knew how to put the knife in! There was a long pause, broken only by the tinkle of ice and the faint click of a heel now and again. She must release me soon.... she must .... thought Frank. Yet, in his heart, he knew she could keep him there for hours, if she wished. "Have you ever heard the expression, 'rubbing salt into the wounds'?" asked Hettie at last. "Y-Yes .... M-Mistress ...." answered Frank. A rocket-flare of terror went up in his brain. "That's what I'm going to do, Frank," said Hettie silkily. "NO .... OOO!" Frank almost screamed it. "It hurts, but it's supposed to have a healing effect," continued Hettie, quite unconcerned. "We'll see ...." There was the clink of a tin-lid falling. "NO .... OOOOOO .... P-PLEEE .... EEEASE!" Frank heard Hettie's giggle. And, just before the appalling intensification of pain came, realised she'd had too much to drink. Oh God .... oh God .... Hettie rubbed in the salt vigorously .... handfuls of it .... giggling as she did so. Frank bellowed and howled rather like a pig in the slaughterhouse, jerking and tugging at his bonds as he had done when he was actually being thrashed. The smarting-stinging pain was mind-bending. Unbelievable! Unendurable! Yet Frank was enduring it .... and going to have to go on doing so. Hettie was back again facing him, a scornfully amused look on her pretty face. "M-Mercy.... mercy.... Mistress... I c-can't st-stand any m-more.... I can't .... I can't ...." Frank was half sobbing. "We'll see about that," said Hettie. "I'll be back in half an hour or so." Then, once again, she strolled seductively from the room. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html mailto:VictorBruno@MsChristine.com ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. The Fem Dom Training Software. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic digest is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. 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