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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.    

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The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno

Part Sixteen

One hour later, back in his gaol cell, Frank Lander
contemplated a bleak future. Either he endured weeks and
maybe months of pain and humiliation at the hands of the
Governor's wife or he risked being charged with an
offence he did not commit and then having his sentence
increased. Possibly for life.

Either alternative was too hideous to contemplate. Was
there no way out?

Suicide, of course. But Frank had no stomach for that.
He was a relatively young and healthy man with a life
still before him. What then? Perhaps he could throw
himself on the Governor's mercy. Perhaps, if he actually
showed the Governor what ravages his wife had committed
upon his person, he would find some sympathy. That, in
fact, his story would actually be believed.

The more Frank Lander thought about this, the more he
liked the idea. Surely the Governor, in his official
capacity, would see reason. There would be the evidence
before his very eyes. Evidence that his wife was a
vicious sadist, simply amusing herself with a prisoner.
Hettie Page might accuse him of rape.... but there would
be no real evidence of that. Frank's mind glowed as
hotly as his weal-striped bottom at the thought of
escaping further visits to that dread house.

Another and worse thrashing?

Oh no .... oh no!

Another day of back breaking toil?

No .... no .... no!

Another day of utter degradation?

Oh no .... he simply couldn't stand it .... enough was
enough!

Thus Frank Lander resolved to risk all on a visit to the
Governor on the following day.

Yet, having made this resolve, Frank Lander spent a
sleepless night. Not only was he in constant pain but
there was a nagging fear at the risks he was running.
How would the Governor react when his wife was accused
and exposed? He might turn very nasty and, after all,
Frank was still a prisoner in his hands. Maybe he'll
murder me to cover the evidence, thought Frank in a
sudden surge of panic in the middle of the night.

Above all, how would Hettie Page react when she was
confronted with her misdeeds?

It was a labyrinth of agonising possibilities through
which Frank Lander groped his way blindly and
hopelessly. A prison within a prison ....

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

"PRISONER 808, SIR. You granted permission for an
interview."

The Guard's voice was harsh and flat. Unsympathetic,
uninterested. Typical of his kind. Frank Lander stood
beside him, in front of the Governor's desk, trembling
inwardly and now wishing he could escape from the
predicament in which he had put himself.

In the cold light of day, it seemed madness to throw
himself on the mercy of such implacable authority. When
in danger, those in power closed ranks. They would never
be faulted. Always it was people like him who carried
the can. The weak and the helpless.

Oh God, why had he done it?

Frank Lander's mind raced wildly. He would make up some
other reason for having asked for this interview. Yes
..... yes .... he must! Otherwise they'd crush him.

Governor Page looked up from the papers on his desk.
Suet-faced, hard-eyed .... yet shifty-eyed .... coarse
and brutal. It was a face Frank had learned to hate. And
learned easy.

"808, eh?" said the Governor, with something like a
sneer in his voice. "Been on domestic duties in my home,
ain't you?"

"Yes .... Sir," answered Frank weakly.

"Speak up!" barked the Guard at Frank's elbow.

"Yes, Sir," repeated Frank.

The Governor nodded at the Guard. "O.K.", he said. "I'll
handle this."

"Very good, Sir ...."

Clump .... clump .... about turn and away. It was all
very military. And all very ridiculous. They were all
just brutes in uniform, pretending to be good citizens
just doing their duty. But let a couple of them get you
alone in a bare cell .... a couple who'd been detailed
to work you over because you'd been getting out of line
..... then you'd see just what good citizens they were.
Crunching fists smashing your head against the wall,
boots in the balls robbing you of your manhood. They
loved it. They were sadists. And there was nothing you
could do about it. They knew it. And that made them love
it even more.

Worst of all. No one would ever really know exactly what
went on in a gaol like Oakhampton. It was cover up all
the way .... and a con was never believed.

Frank Lander shivered. Yes, he must be mad coming to the
Governor with such a tale. True as it was.

"Yes, 808?"

The beady brown eyes were hard upon him and Frank almost
panicked and ran from the room. Sweat burst out all over
his body and he had a desire to urinate.

"Well, what is it, 808?"

The Governor's face was sour. Tired and brooding. The
lines at the corner of his mouth, drooping down, looked
as if they had been etched out with an engraver's knife.

"I .... er .... I h-have a complaint, Sir" Frank heard
himself saying.

Christ, I've committed myself, he thought in an
anguished dread! Now I'm done for ....

"Yes?"

Impassive, uncaring. So ignorant, yet so powerful.

"It .... it's about my .... er .... my duties in your
h-home, Sir...."

"Well?"

"I .... er .... I .... d-don't want to do them any more,
Sir. Prefer ordinary prison duties, Sir."

The Governor didn't really have any eyebrows; just a
kind of grizzled ridge. But if he had he would have
raised them at that moment.

"Since when have you had any say around here, 808?"

"N-Never, Sir ...."

"That's right. So when you're assigned a duty, you carry
it out. So get on with it. O.K.?"

Frank Lander gulped. The sweat was now running freely
from him. All over it seemed. His hands were trembling
and his mouth was twitching. In that moment he made
perhaps the bravest decision of his life.

"I .... I refuse, Sir."

There .... it was done!

Governor Page put his hands flat on the desk. His
features remained stony. Then the tip of his tongue ran
over his pale pink upper lip.

"Refuse?"

"Yes, Sir...."

Having taken the plunge, Frank Lander suddenly felt
bold. It was the boldness of the mad; the boldness of
those who had lost all and thus had no more to lose.

"You asking for 28 days Solitary?"

Frank blanched inwardly and outwardly. He'd once had
seven days in the can and that had been enough.

"N-No .... Sir ...."

The Governor stood up, fat yet broad and powerful.
All-powerful.

"And I could always get a couple of the boys to work you
over first ...."

"Please, Sir .... for God's sake no Sir. I don't mean
any offence, Sir. Just want to come off domestic duties,
Sir."

Governor Page's slobby mouth slipped in a momentary
leer.

"You don't say! And why, 808? Why, might I ask?"

It was the crunch question. And Frank knew it. At the
same time, he knew he had to answer it. If he was going
to get off the hook. Or, rather, get off two hooks.

"It's your wife, Sir," he made himself say at last. "She
treats me bad. Very bad."

The plump, middle-aged man in the grey uniform sat down
again, face still impassive. For a moment or two the
fingers drummed on the desk.

"That your complaint, 808?"

"Y-Yes .... Sir ...." Frank's heart was thumping and he
felt rather sick. Perhaps the Guard would be called
back. So that he could be held while the Governor
thumped those great fists again and again on to his face
and into his belly. Till he was senseless.

Was Hettie's cane worse than that?

Surely not!

Yes .... he really must be mad to be standing here like
he was!

Then Governor Page stood up again.

Now .... it's going to happen .... now!

The portly figure strode over to the door. Then he
locked it.

He doesn't need any help, thought Frank desperately.
He's going to smash me to pulp himself. Just for the fun
of it.

Then the Governor was back.

"Show me." he said. The podgy white face was impassive
as ever.

For a moment, Frank was puzzled. "Show you?" he queried.

"Come on 808, get your pants down ...."

Suddenly the truth hit Frank. Governor Page knew. He was
not going to be shaken by any revelations about his
wife. Her sadism was an open book to him .... and,
seemingly, he accepted it.

Frank Lander fumbled at his belt and pushed his trousers
down. Then his underpants. How strange it was, doing
that in the Governor's office!

"Pull up your shirt ...."

It was just the same sort of order he got from the man's
wife. It was all quite incredible. The Governor was
behind him now.

"Hmmmm ...." he heard him say, "she enjoyed that, I
reckon. But not you, I guess."

"N-No, Sir ...."

"Can't take it eh?"

"I.... I guess not ...."

"You'll be surprised how quickly you'll toughen up. The
first few hidings are always the worst."

It occurred to Frank that the Governor was speaking from
experience. Which was almost unbelievable. A great bully
of a man like him submitting to a woman? No .... surely
not. Perhaps he was speaking from the experience of
others. Previous cons who'd gone through Hettie's hands.

"You .... you mean .... you're going to let it go on?"
asked Frank.

"Sure I am." The Governor was cold and matter-of-fact.

"But .... but it's illegal. Against prison regulations.
Cons can't be beaten these days."

Governor Page guffawed. "Don't be stupid, 808. You know
men here are often done over in some quiet cell. What's
a hiding from a woman compared with that"

A hiding from a woman was no joke, thought Frank. He was
beginning to get scared again. He had thought coming to
the Governor was an escape route. Now it seemed another
dead end.

"You can't help me then?"

Governor Page shook his head. "Pull up your pants, 808.
No .... I can't. Ain't got no option but to let it go
on."

"But .... you're the Governor ...."

"She's my governor, 808. Got a hold on me that woman.
Can't tell you about that, of course. But she's got me
truly by the balls. Why, man, I've had my arse far worse
striped than yours."

Frank could hardly believe his ears. Yet the Governor
was obviously speaking the truth.

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