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Maggie's Nightmare

Maggie's Nightmare: Chapter Four

Thanks to everyone who has read this story and have subscribed - you made my day today :)

And, a Special Thank you to DixieWolf and The Undead for commenting on Chapter Three ... you guys rock!

now back to our story ... The Gov'na

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Governor's POV – present day


As we drove back to base, I thought back to when all of this started. I thought back to my defeat at the prison; how I left with just one man by my side. But as I pulled up along the watchtower of Fort Benning, I smiled at how far I had come. With a fairly small group of men (in comparison to the number of biters walking around the Fort), we had cleared all of the biters from Fort Benning. Taking Fort Benning had been a challenge, but eventually we were able to clear out all of the biters, and replenish our ammunitions.

We spent about 3 months fortifying the perimeter of our main living area; the area we now called The Fort Benning Commonwealth. We secured living areas, all of the guns, ammunition, rocket launchers, tanks, and every other type of military weapon and vehicle and stored them within the perimeter of The Commonwealth. In addition to the weapons, Fort Benning came stocked with plenty of non-perishable food items, water filtration systems, and even a complete stock of agricultural items that we had used to start growing our own food.

If there were other items we needed like the cement, mortar and building supplies that couldn't be found on base, we just went out on a run to the nearby lumbar yard just 5 miles down the road or stopped one of the several nearby construction sites that were being built around Fort Benning at the time all hell broke loose. Of course, those building sites were just abandoned in the chaos of what came to be. However, we benefited quite a bit from all of the supplies, vehicles and the diesel supply left behind. We had become a self sufficient community. This was an impenetrable fortress … it really did put Woodbury to shame. With walls this high and a cash of supplies and weapons like this … we had become truly indestructible.

"It's the Governor!" I heard one of the men in the watch tower yell down and within moments the gates opened for us.

"James, go ahead and take me to my quarters." James nodded and drove down to the office and apartment I had taken as my own. "Gonna need a few hours before I address the other men to discuss our findings at the prison today. Let everyone know we will reconvene at the mess hall at 21:00?"

"Got it. I will let them know."

James left and I walked upstairs to my new home. I had an upstairs unit, very similar to the one I had in Woodbury. I liked a home above the ground level. I liked to have a better vantage point; to be able to look out and see all of The Commonwealth and see who was coming and going from the base.

Once inside, I flopped down on my couch, put my feet up on the coffee table and let my head fall back while I closed my eyes and let it all sink in. Maggie was pregnant …with my baby!
This was going to change things a little bit for me. I couldn't just go in to the prison as I had intended and slaughter everything that moved. I wanted my revenge, but I would need to find a way to locate Maggie and get her out of there safely. I won't risk harming her or my child. In addition, I had promised my men something very important, something they would be expecting after waging this war - women. If we have an all out war, there might be too many casualties among the females of the group. I realized I would need to figure something else out. A way to lure the men out so we can kill them, along with Rick's group and Michonne. But, we also need to be able to retrieve Maggie and the other viable women. And, from the look of her belly … it would need to be soon.

I smiled as I daydreamed about bringing her to Fort Benning, and having my child here. This place was safe, and I could protect a child here. Then, a thought crossed my mind … if I can protect a child here; I can also protect a wife.

I know Maggie will most certainly not be receptive to it at first, but perhaps she could grow to accept this life here with me and our child. I continued to think about the possibility, 'Perhaps … one day … she could accept me?

I became extremely excited … even a bit restless thinking about the child and becoming a father again. And, I could definitely get used to the idea of having a wife again. Maggie is a beautiful woman, and I am a powerful man now … even more powerful than before. She would be a fool to not accept my offer. I will just need to give her time, but I know she will come around.

I crossed my arms over my chest, closed my eyes and began to let my mind wander back to that night we spent together. Now that my child was a result of that night, I wanted to remember every moment …

Governor's POV- remembering the night of the attack on Maggie

I thought back … I know I had been forceful. Perhaps a little too rough. However, I just couldn't help myself when she so defiantly withheld information from me. She really had made my blood boil. No one has told me no in a very long time, and she certainly wasn't going to be the first. Who did she think she was?

"Take your top off." I told her. She squirmed a little before telling me no. So, I told her if she didn't take her top off that I would cut off her fucking boyfriend's hand. Thought that might rattle her a bit. Just want to let her know who was in charge here.

So, she took her top off, threw it to the ground and held her hands around her breasts. I could tell she was pissed off and a little scared, but not scared enough. I could tell … she was still not going to tell me what I needed to know. So, I told her to take it all off, all of her clothes. I could see her eyes widen when I told her this. She shook her head no and I could see the tears start to fill up in her eyes. She knew what I meant, what I was threatening.

At first I just wanted to scare her, get her to talk. So, I unbuckled my belt - slowly. I wanted her to watch, I wanted to her start to realize what was going to happen if she didn't just tell me what I wanted to know. She stood there frozen like a deer in head lights, watching me as I walked towards her and got behind her.

I brushed the hair from her neck and kissed the back of her shoulder and I could feel her shudder as I pressed myself up against her. Yet, she still said nothing. So, I grabbed her by the neck and forced her head down onto the table in front of her, pulling her hips towards mine. I could hear her whimper a bit as her face whacked against the table top. I held her back down with my hand and unzipped my pants. I waited for her to say something, and finally she did.
"Do what you're going to do, then go to hell!" She hissed back to me.

Well, I have to admit, this did piss me off a bit. Well, maybe a lot, if I am completely honest. I would no choice but to follow through with my underlying threat. She knew what was at stake, and she chose to basically tell me to go fuck myself. If she wanted to keep her mouth shut and not give me the information I wanted, I was going to take something from her that she wanted to keep – her dignity, her pride, her body.

She needed to understand that this wasn't request. So, I decided that I would show her who was in control here. It was me, not her. I was in control … of everything. I was even in control of her body right now.

I immediately reached around to the front of her jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them and jerked her jeans off of her; pulling them down to her ankles. I lightly brushed the skin on her back, giving her bumps on her skin. Her body tensed underneath my caress, and she closed her eyes. Then, I grabbed a hold of her panties right above her left hip and tore them from her; completely exposing her. She squirmed as I ran my hands along her hips, to the side of her outer thighs, and then inside of her.

She jerked up quickly from the table crying and cursing at me, so I grabbed her by her neck again and this time I slammed her head into the table as hard as I could. I felt her body go limp on top of the table. I grabbed a piece of rope nearby and tied her hands and bound them above her head, letting her bound hands fall over the other side of the table.

By the time she regained her senses, I was already inside of her.

She moaned in pain and as I looked down at her face I could see the blood coming out of the side of her mouth. But, she was still conscious so I didn't stop. I grabbed a hold of her hips tightly and I continued to push myself into her over and over again.

I would have never have thought I would be a man that would do something like this. But, I did what was necessary, and in the end she could have stopped it at any moment if she would have just told me the location of her group. If she wanted me to stop, all she needed to do was say the word.

I spent at least 15 minutes inside of her, and she quietly took every minute.

I slowed down a bit and leaned in close to her pressing my body to hers. I told her what a good girl she was being, I told her how good she felt. The more intimate I made it, the more upset this seemed to make her.

Eventually she broke; I could see was really starting to cry hard. Her body was shaking, and she began to beg me to stop. "Stop! Pleeaaassee stop!" She sobbed. "Just please stop ... and I will tell you where they are!"

She finally broke! I was actually really surprised she let it go on this long. I got up and leaned off of her and then I whispered, "Tell me where they are now, and then I will stop."

But, she didn't say anything. Not a word. So, I asked her again, "Tell me where they are now, and then I will stop."

I could see she was thinking about it, but she remained quiet and closed her eyes shut tight.
When I realized she wasn't going to talk, at least not now, I just continued on. I wanted to teach her lesson in how this world works now. This is how bad things can get when you aren't careful and look out for yourself. So, I thought I'd rough her up a bit. I grabbed her hard by the back of her head; I bit her on her shoulder, and put my hands over every inch of her body. But, she still didn't say a word, just the occasional moan or shriek in a moment of pain. She would obviously need some more convincing.

So, I pulled her up and told her to turn around. I wanted her to be able to see my face; look into my eyes as I did this to her.

It might make her talk if she had to look me in the eyes while I fucked her. When she turned around, I could see the injuries to her face, her cut and swollen cheek; it had started to swell so much that it began to press her one eye closed. I picked her up and sat her on the table. I looked her in the eyes, "You ready to talk yet?"

She just stared at me and then she spit in my face! So, I slapped her so hard with the back of my hand that she flew back on to the table. Her obstinance annoyed me, as I wanted to get this over with. She was really starting to piss me off.

"You really shouldn't make me mad, Maggie; you're only making this harder on yourself."

She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears. Then, I wiped her spit from my face and licked it off my fingers. She began to cry softly, as she held her bound hands on her chest trying to cover herself from me. She was defeated. Even her act of defiance of spitting in my face, I controlled. I licked the side of her face and kissed her cheek softly. I smiled and then grabbed her face hard with my hand and brought my face close to hers. Then, I kissed her full lips with several soft wet kisses; as if I were making love to her. The act of control and violence she could hate me for, but this act of intimacy would be burned into her brain forever. I would always be with her now...

END CHAPTER FOUR

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Notes

Oh, The Governor … he is truly a disgusting human being. In the TV series, they really don't even scrape the surface of how truly despicable he is.

Note/Comic Book Spoiler Warning: In the comic series, he captures Michonne, Glenn and Rick (not Maggie and Glenn). While they are captured, he tortures them all. He violently beats and rapes Michonne - repeatedly. He tortures Glenn and even cuts off Rick's hand. So, this fanfiction is more of what would have really happened if The Governor of the comic series was the same Governor that captured Maggie and Glenn in the TV series.

Things are going to get worse ... a lot worse for my characters before they ever get better. Why does living in the Zombie Apocalypse have to be so hard? :-D

Comments

oh my goodness. This is good. You have done an amazing job writing this. I am a little sad, I have reached the end and I like it so much. I need to finish it.... Im worried about what will happen. But I am excited

RedneckDaryl16 RedneckDaryl16
3/24/15

oh my goodness. This is good. You have done an amazing job writing this. I am a little sad, I have reached the end and I like it so much. I need to finish it.... Im worried about what will happen. But I am excited

RedneckDaryl16 RedneckDaryl16
3/24/15

This story is really good!!! I read My Guardian and I could not stop. I love Bethyl and Maggie and Glenn. I really hope you add to both stories...... I really cannot stop reading them.

Bethyl333 Bethyl333
3/23/15

This story is amazing! I love the way you're having The Governor be more like he was in the comics... poor Maggie! I also like that while this is mainly about Maggie and The Governor, you've put some Bethyl in there. Can't wait for the next chapter!

Anonymous101 Anonymous101
3/21/15

@The Viking

haha thanks:')

PizzaGlenn PizzaGlenn
2/21/15