The Governor's Wife - part seven

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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 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
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