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Hello,

We are going to serialise what is in my opinion one of the best 
novels by the late Victor Bruno who granted us permission to 
publish seven of his books which you will find listed at

http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html 

Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, but it is in my opinion very erotic - despite or 
perhaps partly because it is non-consensual.

sincerely,
David

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The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno

Part one

"I EXPECT YOU'RE wondering why I've sent for you, 808," said
the Governor.

The prisoner, thus addressed by his last three numbers, was
named Frank Lander, and he was a man in his early thirties. His
face was a little haggard and sallow after two years and eight
months in Oakhampton Gaol.

"Yes Sir, I am rather," he answered, fidgeting a little as he
stood before the Governor's desk.

"Well, it's good news, 808," said the grizzled, middle aged
man. He was typical of his breed .... hard-eyed, coarse in
appearance, running to fat.

Frank Lander's face brightened and he relaxed a little. The
nearer he got to the end of his sentence (and he now had only
four months to go) the more worried he got that something would
go wrong and he would find he had to do the extra year that he
had already earned in remission.

"Thank you Sir," he said respectfully. He had learnt how to
kow-tow to the guards and the Governor, much as it went against
the grain. But, when you were in gaol, they could make your
life Hell for you if they wished. So, bitter as it was, it was
best to play ball.

"In view of your model behaviour, 808," went on the Governor,
"I'm putting you on light duties for the last four months you
serve here. It is something I regularly do with prisoners like
yourself. You see... my wife has difficulty in getting staff
for our residence. Outside staff, that is. So I allocate her a
prisoner to help out around the house and garden."

"I see Sir...." nodded Frank Lander.

"No objection to domestic duties, I trust?" added the Governor
with a lopsided grin.

"Oh .... none, Sir," said Frank quickly. It sounded a real
cushy number after months and months of sweating it out in the
laundry and the engineering shop.

"Right then, 808," concluded the Governor. "Tomorrow morning,
at ten o'clock, you'll be escorted to my residence. My wife will
give you a work schedule .... and you'll be escorted back to
the gaol at four o'clock. Of course, you'll be on trust while
you're there, because my residence is outside the prison
precincts. Still, I don't think I need tell you what would
happen if you tried to make a run for it."

"No, Sir," replied Frank meekly. What a damn fool he'd be to
try, now that he was so near to the end of his sentence!

"Dismissed, 808".

Frank Lander turned smartly on his heel and stepped briskly to
the door. First steps to freedom, he said to himself. Well,
working in the Governor's residence would be a form of freedom
compared with gaol life, wouldn't it?

Idly he began to wonder what the Governor's wife would be like.
No great shakes, he reckoned, if the Governor himself is
anything to go by! Still .... she was a woman after all, and
couldn't be as cold and callous as her old man ....

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Frank Lander got a bit of a shock when he arrived at the
Governor's residence, under escort, the following morning. At
first he couldn't believe it was the Governor's wife who opened
the door, but the guard who accompanied him addressed her
respectfully as such.

"Prisoner 808, Frank Lander, reporting for household duties,
Mrs. Page," he said.

"Thank you, Guard ...."

Frank saw a pair of dark brown eyes looking him up and down and
suddenly had a butterfly feeling in his stomach. This woman
must be twenty years younger than her husband. Around thirty, if
that. Frank strove not to look too boldly back but was conscious
of a well-made body under a tight-fitting Navy Blue skirt and a
low-cut multi coloured blouse. Frank felt a sudden warmth in
his crotch. This was the first woman he had even been near for
longer than he cared to remember. Christ he'd have to watch
himself! Didn't want to foul it all up now....

"I'll be back for him at four o'clock, Mrs. Page," Frank heard
the guard saying.

The Governor's wife made a nod of dismissal. "Very well,
Guard," she said, not taking her eyes off Frank. "Step inside,
808."

Frank did so and heard the door being closed and locked behind
him. Then Mrs. Page came past him. He caught the scent of her.
An aromatic scent. And it made his pulse beat faster. Then he
had a rear view of his new 'employer' .... seeing the shapely
woman-curves of her hindquarters swinging seductively as she
moved down a passageway. He was astonished by the height of her
stiletto heels. Five or six inches, he guessed. It must be a
new fashion. Certainly they hadn't been worn as high as that
when he had been put away.

They entered a living room and Mrs. Page seated herself
casually on the arm of a chair. She seemed quite unconcerned by
the amount of thigh she was showing, as one limb crossed over
the other. With beating heart, Frank stood waiting. He was
trying desperately to stem the desire rising within him, but,
when you've been without a woman for almost three years, that's
not by any means easy. He must .... yes, he must .... try and
get a grip on himself!

"Your name is Frank?" The voice was cool and calm, but had a
hard edge to it. The eyes had a self assurance and authority
about them.

"Yes Ma'am ....."

"I shall call you that, rather than 808".

Frank experienced a little stab of anger. Perhaps it was the
tone of the Governor's wife; perhaps because she was in a
position to call him what she liked. He was not used to being
treated like that by women. However, Frank did not show his
momentary anger.

"Yes, Ma'am" he answered meekly. No doubt I shall get used to
being ordered around by a woman; just as I got used to being
ordered around by men, he thought.

"There's a list on the table. Pick it up, Frank."

"Yes Ma'am ...." He did so.

"Those are your duties for today, Frank."

The list looked remarkably long to Frank, but he said nothing.
Doubtless some of the things on the list would take very little
time.

"I suppose I start at the top and work down the list, Ma'am?"

"That's right, Frank. You will work in trousers and shirt. When
you are in the garden, you may remove your shirt if you find it
too hot."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Right .... off you go then. You'll find your first chores are
in the kitchen. You get a half hour break at one o'clock."

Christ .... only half an hour off in six hours! Frank almost
protested but then thought better of it. He didn't want to fall
out with the Governor's wife on the first day. Perhaps things
would ease up as time went by. As he left the room, Frank
thought he detected a faint, derisive smile on his 'employer's'
lips. But her eyes were as hard as ever.

Entering the kitchen. Frank saw a large pile of dirty crocks,
glasses and saucepans waiting. Dealing with them was first on
the list. Must have had some kind of party, he thought, as he
set about the vast array. Women's work really, he reflected
bitterly. Still, prisoners couldn't be choosers. Especially
prisoners with only four months to go. 

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