Chapter 4
Dick wheeled the rental car around a curve on the side of a hill
and saw the castle down below on the shores of a rather large, blue
pear-shaped lake. The sight looked like something seen on a travel
poster. He glanced over to see if Sue had awakened yet, but she slept
on. The poor kid, he thought; she had said she hadn't been able to
sleep at all for the last three nights. He put it down to bridal
nerves, just as he put down her coldness and reluctance to participate
in the sex act to nerves. She had slept the sleep of the dead on the
five-hour flight over -- not even waking for supper.
Gently, he reached out and shook her awake. "Sue, we're here."
She came awake slowly, her mind swimming reluctantly to the surface
of consciousness. Then she remembered and abruptly sat upright. Her
muscles ached and her entire body felt as if she had been drugged. Dick
was smiling at her, and suddenly she felt a great wave of tenderness and
love go out to him. Now that she had had some rest, she was once more
determined to make him a good wife. She loved him. That and the
knowledge that he loved her would be enough for her. She would permit
him sex -- as much sex as he wanted -- and she hoped and prayed that he
would never know how much pain he was bringing her each time he invaded
her body. When they returned home, she would quietly go to a doctor and
get some suppositories to make her numb down there, something to deaden
the nerves.
Impulsively, she bent over and kissed his cheek.
Dick nodded his head toward the window. "The castle," he said.
Sue took a deep breath when she saw the lake. At the far end, a
small sailboat was a dot of white against a blue and green canvas.
Smooth, green rolling hills came down to the water's edge on the other
side. It was a land for long hikes, of walking hand in hand, and
communing with nature. Below her, the castle looked as if it had come
out of another time period; which, of course, it had. There was a small
dock and a large white sandy beach.
Oh, Dick, darling. It's so beautiful." This sight alone had made
the journey worthwhile, she thought.
Dick grinned at Sue's animation. It was the first time since
before the wedding that she had seemed her old self -- happy, vivacious,
and affectionate. Last night at the hotel, he had moments when he felt
as if he were raping a stranger. He simply didn't understand it. Hell,
after he had made love to her the fourth time, he had been able to sleep
like a baby. Yet, apparently, she hadn't slept at all. And she hadn't
cum, either, even thought he had prolonged his lovemaking in an effort
to get her there. When he thought about, she was the first woman -- out
of the dozens he had had -- that he hadn't been able to build up to a
rip-roaring climax. But, of course, she was his first virgin ... and
maybe virgins react differently, he thought.
The car swept down the hill, across a small stone bridge, and
reached the level. Two large Irish wolfhounds met them at the wrought-
iron gate. The dogs, barking furiously, ran alongside the car until
they reached the front of the castle.
Up close, the U-shaped structure looked larger than it had from a
distance. Counting the crenelated roof, behind which archers had once
crouched , it had four stories. The open part of the "U" faced the
lake.
The dogs stopped barking and sat on their haunches, gazing
expectantly at Dick and Sue, staring at the couple almost as if asking,
"Well, aren't you going to get out?"
Dick stepped out of the car and was scratching one of the dogs
behind the ear when he saw the woman coming toward them. Tall, full-
breasted, black hair cut short, and wearing a long red and grey striped
hostess gown that accentuated her splendid mature figure, she smiled and
waved in greeting. In one arm, she carried a large bouquet of long
stemmed yellow roses. A wide generous mouth, smouldering passionate
black eyes with heavy black eyebrows, and the rich tan indicated more
than a little Latin blood in her veins. Dick thought with some delight
and an instinctive tightening in his groin: My God, what a sexy woman!
And Sue, with considerable envy, felt almost childlike opposite her.
"Hallo," she said warmly. "I'm Nora Morgan. You must be Dick and
Sue Bennett." Her voice was melodic and deep, with just a hint of Irish
in it.
"We are," Sue answered, smiling timidly at her.
"These are for you, Sue," Nora said, holding out the roses. Then
she held out her hand to Dick. "Hello ... welcome to Castle Fleur," she
said again, shaking hands with him. Her grip was especially strong for
a woman, and she had a disconcerting way of looking at a man ... gazing
right at him with such intensity that Dick felt as if he were drowning
in her eyes. And, even though he was on his honeymoon, Dick knew with a
sudden guilty feeling that he would like nothing better than to have
those long legs wrapped around his buttocks, those breasts straining
against his chest, and those full lips tightened back against her teeth
in lust ... as he pounded his hardened cock into her steaming pussy.
Nora's lower lip dropped almost imperceptibly as if she knew what
be was thinking. Then she turned to Sue. "You must be weary after your
long journey. Come, I'll take you to your room so you can freshen up."
When Dick started to grab the bags, she shook her head. "No ... leave
them," she ordered. "I'll have one of the boys bring them up to you."
Dick watched the two women walking in front of him; it was not a
good comparison. Nora obviously was all woman -- and very very sure of
herself. The long hostess gown covered her limbs, but if her legs were
like the rest of her -- arms, breasts, hips -- then they would be
perfect too. Sue? Well, Sue had every bit as good a figure -- not
quite as tall, but offsetting this was her undeniable femininity, a sort
of helplessness that made a male want to protect her. Actually, aside
from colouring and height, the main difference between the two women lay
in their projected sensuality and poise. Sue seemed almost adolescently
self-conscious as she walked next to Nora, and if Dick had been able to
read Sue's mind at that very moment he would have realized just how
inferior his wife felt.
Nora led them to a spacious, expensively decorated room on the
third floor. Large picture windows looked out over the lake and distant
hills. "This is your sitting room," Nora said. "Wood for the fireplace
is in the box there." She opened a connecting door. "This is your
bedroom. I'm sure you'll find it comfortable." There was a big king-
sized bed under a blue and white striped canopy. She indicated another
door, "And the shower ..." The shower, Dick noted, was large enough for
three people; it had an overhead nozzle and two fine spray nozzles which
shot a stream of water midriff -- front and back. Dick couldn't help
thinking, "What a great play pen." Something must have shown on his
face, because Nora dimpled and Sue blushed.
"Dr. Morgan and I would like you to be our guests for cocktails
before dinner this evening," Nora said.
Sue glanced at Dick, who replied, "That's very kind of you, Mrs.
Morgan."
"You must call me Nora. And Dr. Morgan shall insist that you call
him Tom."
"All right, Nora," Dick said. "What time?"
"Well ... let's see. You're the only guests we have at the moment.
Lord Medwell and Lady Margaret will be checking in tomorrow; then we
have another young American couple due in on Thursday. So we can be
flexible about dinner time tonight. An hour from now?"
Sue felt grimy after the flight and car trip. She said, "I would
like to take a shower, and change into something else."
Nora was immediately apologetic. "Of course, my dear. How
thoughtless of me. I'll have your bags brought up at once." She glanced
at her watch. "It's five thirty now. Shall we say seven thirtish?"
Neither Sue nor Dick were prepared for Dr. Morgan when they met him
two hours later. He had a stern military bearing about him which was
deceptive, for he turned out to be just as warm and friendly as Nora.
And, as his wife had said, he did insist on being called 'Tom'. He was
at least two inches taller than Dick's six feet, and weighed in the
neighborhood of 220 pounds -- and it was a lean 220 pounds at that. A
grey mustache cut a thin line across his lips. All in all, Sue thought
as she stared at him in open admiration, he cuts a dashing figure ...
like something out of a liquor ad or a suspense film about Scotland
Yard. He, like his wife, exuded an animallike sensuality. Side by
side, the Morgan couple definitely would be attention-getters, even in a
crowd of sophisticates.
Dick and Sue both felt at ease with them during cocktails in the
huge library. This was surprising in view of the fact that Nora was in
her mid thirties and Tom probably in his middle or late forties.
From the library, they went to the baronial hall-like dining room
where the four of them were served by a dour and silent old Irish maid.
It was not until the final course that Sue got around to asking, "What
kind of a doctor are you, Tom?"
"A retired one," he said, smiling mysteriously as he held up his
wine glass to the candlelight and inspected its contents.
Nora said, "Tom! Don't tease." She turned to Sue and said, "He was
a gynecologist -- a very successful and famous one, I might add."
Tom snorted as though enjoying a private joke and a look of warning
was flashed by his wife. As brief as it was, it sufficed, for the man
came back to his winning ways again. "All sorts of rich ladies with all
sorts of rich ladies problems." He shrugged and laughed. "A very
lucrative profession. I made enough in ten years to refurbish the
family castle. And here I am."
Nora commented, "Actually Tom is much too modest. He has a great
many other talents. Right now he's doing some very important research
on ESP."
"ESP?" Sue asked.
"Extra sensory perception," Nora explained.
Tom, who was rolling a fork back and forth between his thumb and
forefinger, looked up and said, "It's mainly a hobby -- something to
keep me busy -- although the government is interested in the
experiments. I believe that ESP can be enhanced by putting a person in
a light hypnotic state; then we place someone very close to this person
in another room and attempt to establish communication between the two."
Dick, whose eyes had widened, said unbelievingly, "You mean mental
telepathy?"
Tom nodded, and smiled. "I can understand your doubt. I'd be
incredulous myself if I hadn't received proof that it seems to work ...
at least with some people."
Sue was sitting there engrossed, in rapt attention. This was the
most fascinating thing she had ever listened to in her life.
Nora said casually, "Why not try the basic experiment tonight,
using Dick and Sue? Let them see for themselves."
"Oh, could we?" Sue blurted out.
Dick added quickly, "That would be one sure way of making a
believer out of me.
Morgan shook his head and frowned. "No ... I don't think it's ..."
Sue interrupted, pleading in a little girl's voice, "Please?"
Nora laughed, "You've piqued their curiosity, Tom. You won't be a
good host unless you show them how it works."
Morgan glanced from Dick to Sue and then over to Nora. He pursed
his lips and said, with considerable reluctance in his voice, "I
generally need more time to get to know my subjects better." He looked
thoughtful, then nodded, "All right. Let's try it anyway. It may not
work, but ..." he held out his hands, palms up, and smiled, "we'll see."
Sue was feeling slightly apprehensive when she followed the Morgans
into the library. She had never been hypnotized before; it would be a
novel experience ... and a little frightening. Dick, now that he had
shot off his mouth, was suffering some qualms also.
Morgan moved a large maroon leather chair out into the center of
the room and then turned a rheostat in the wall until the lights dimmed.
A switch was pushed and a thin beam shone down from a spotlight on the
beamed ceiling. "Sue, you sit here." Soft harp and flute music floated
out of hidden stereo speakers.
Shivering with suppressed excitement, Sue did as she was told.
With considerable ceremony, Morgan took down a black leather box from
the mantel. He opened it and brought out into the light a green pear-
shaped amulet on a gold chain. Then he removed a sealed white envelope
and handed it to Dick. "These are your test messages. So you won't
think it's some kind of a trick, I would like Sue to give you three
numbers between one and twenty before you leave this room. You will
read and follow the directions opposite each of the numbers. For
example, if she said 'four, eighteen and twenty', you would read
paragraph four -- where it says you are to concentrate on an image of a
cow chewing grass. Paragraphs eighteen and twenty are, of course, on
different subjects. Understand?"
Dick nodded. Nora took his arm and said, "Come on. Our station is
in the waiting room across the hall." Dick was all too aware of her hand
on his arm; her presence up close was a tangible thing, and the musky
scent of her perfume was as elusive as a night bird's call.
"Wait!" Morgan ordered. "You don't have your numbers." He turned
to the girl, "All right, Sue."
She pooched out her lips in thought, then blinked and smiled.
"Three, seven and ... ah ... fourteen."
As Nora lead him out of the room, Dick found his eyes fastened on
the pendant dangling from Morgan's hand. He would like to have remained
and see Sue go under, but obviously that was not part of the experiment.
When they got to the waiting room, Nora reached in front of him to
open the massive door. The bodice of her crepe dinner gown gaped open
and Dick saw -- with an immediate feeling of hunger -- that she was not
wearing a bra for those magnificent breasts. Quickly, he forced his
eyes away. He thought Nora looked amused. "Sit here," she said,
motioning to the couch. He sat, as ordered. Nora seated herself beside
him and handed over the envelope to be opened. "Three, seven and
fourteen," she said.
Dick ripped the envelope open and withdrew several typewritten
sheets of paper.
"Do you mind if I read over your shoulder?" Nora asked, and the
perfume of her breath was almost an aphrodisiac of its own. She didn't
wait for permission, but slid right over until their bodies were
touching. The heat of her thigh was like a blow torch there. Dick
swallowed; he could feel desire for this woman beginning to boil up in
him. He wondered, for about the twentieth time since their first
meeting, how she would be in bed ... how it would feel to have his
hardened cock buried deep inside those glorious loins. Nora leaned
forward in order to see the paper better, and once again her gown gaped.
Seemingly without thinking, she put her hand on his knee. Her lips were
only inches away as she began to read aloud, "Number Three: You are to
think of a train. The cars will flash past you and you will concentrate
on the windows and the faces of people inside the car. A close relative
of the subject being communicated with should be one of the faces you
concentrate on ... a mother, father, sister, but not yourself." Nora
remained in close after she had finished reading; Dick could feel her
left breast against his upper arm. "Christ," he said to himself, "how
can I concentrate with those tits. Nora had better watch it or I'm
going to make a grab for her ... that'll really fuck up the honeymoon."
His voice was hoarse and uncertain when he asked, "How long does it
take to hypnotize her?"
Nora drew back just a bit. "Only seconds if she's susceptible.
Many people can't be hypnotized, however. In that case, Tom will
probably want to hypnotize you instead of Sue."
In the library, Morgan was just completing his incantation as he
swung the glowing amulet in front of the girl's glazed and unseeing
eyes. "You are so drowsy ... so sleepy ... you cannot keep your eyes
open. Sleep ... sleep ... sleep." Sue's head fell to her chest. Morgan
dropped the pendant back into the box and then withdrew a needle, which
he pricked against the girl's shapely right buttock. She did not stir.
Satisfied, he said, "Sue ... can you bear me?"
"Yes ..."
"Sue ... at two o'clock tomorrow morning, you will awaken to find
your husband getting into bed with you. It may look like me ... but it
will be your husband. Do you understand?"
"It will be my husband."
"Yes, it will be your husband. Now, when I count to ten, you will
begin to wake up. You will not remember being hypnotized; hypnosis did
not work with you. You will recall nothing. One, two, three ... seven,
eight ..." He snapped his fingers, and Sue's eyes blinked open.
Sue had felt that she couldn't be hypnotized, now as she sat in the
chair waiting for Dr. Morgan to try, she was positive it would not work.
Morgan pulled up a stool in front of her; he held up the pendant and
began swaying it to and fro in front of her eyes. "You are getting
sleepy," he said.
Sue giggled. It was an involuntary thing, quickly suppressed.
Morgan gave her a mock frown. "You must be serious about this, young
lady, or I won't be able to hypnotize you."
She was immediately contrite. "I'm sorry, Tom. It's just that I
don't think I'm going to be a good subject."
"Well, we'll see," Morgan said professionally, and went back to his
incantations. Sue listened to him, she attempted to concentrate on what
he said, but she didn't get sleepy at all. Finally, even Tom admitted
that she was a difficult subject. He stood and sighed in dejection,
"Maybe we should try Dick. If I can put him under, you can serve as the
communicator."
Dick was reluctant to be a guinea pig; however, when he saw the
disappointment on Sue's face and the mocking expression on Nora's, he
decided to go along with the gag. "I won't fight you," he told Tom,
"but I don't really think you can do it."
Morgan merely shrugged. "It's possible I can't. Your wife wasn't
susceptible to hypnosis." He laughed. "I almost put myself to sleep."
Morgan adjusted the spotlight beam for Dick's added height and
withdrew the pendant again, "Now watch the jewel as it swings ... back
and forth ... back ... and forth ... in front of you. Keep your eyes on
it, Dick ... concentrate on it as it swings ... back and forth ... See
how the light seems to glow from deep within ..."
Two minutes later, Morgan stood with an evil smirk on his face.
"You silly young blithering ass. Can't hypnotize you ... hah!" He
jabbed the needle into Dick's calf; the boy did not move. "All right,
Dick. At two o'clock tomorrow morning, you will get out of bed and walk
down the hallway to the end, turn left and walk to the end of that
hallway, then you are to go through the open door on the right. You
will get into bed with your wife; you will want to please her in
whatever way you can. You will do exactly what she asks -- everything
she asks. It will be your wife ... although it may look like Nora ...
it will be your wife. Do you understand?"
"I will do anything my wife wants ... it will be my wife."
"Yes, it will be your wife. Now when I count to ten, you will
begin to wake up. You will not remember being hypnotized; hypnosis did
not work with you. One, two, three ..."
Dick was having a difficult time keeping a straight face as he
waited for Morgan to try to hypnotize him. He was sure it wouldn't
work, and he felt amusement -- even pity -- as Morgan picked up that
cheap pendant and began swaying it in front of his eyes. Really, he
thought, it was just like something from the movies during the early
thirties. "Boy," he said to himself, "how cornball can you get?"
Half an hour later, after the final brandy of the evening, Dick and
Sue were still feeling somewhat guilty about the fact that Morgan had
been unable to hypnotize either one of them. Both secretively felt,
however, that it was because they had such strong will power.
"Goodnight ... goodnight, thank you for a lovely evening ... it was
a pleasure ... goodnight ..."
Dick and Sue climbed the three flights to their room. When Dick
kissed her and pulled her toward the big couch in front of the
fireplace, Sue suddenly felt the earlier gaiety and happiness of the
evening evaporate. It was, she thought, time for sex. Oh, how she
hated that word ... disgusting, degrading ... pain-filled and terrible.
She would have to let him do it to her once, and when or if he tried to
do it twice, she would tell him that she was much too sore. He would
understand, she thought.
Downstairs, a lewdly grinning Tom and Nora Morgan held up brandy
snifters in a toast. "Here's to a good double fuck," Morgan said.
The catlike glow in Nora's eyes abruptly became an all-consuming
flame. "To a very good fuck," she said, "for us both!" She laughed
shrilly. "I can hardly wait." And she repeated a statement she had made
earlier to him. "My God! Did you see the size of his cock when he
stepped out of the shower! Mammoth. Beautiful!" She gritted her teeth
as she visualized once again the two of them looking through the
bathroom's one-way mirror at the boy as he unsuspectingly towelled
himself dry.
"I thought the girl had the finest little ass I've seen in years,"
Morgan said thoughtfully.
"Yes, you bugger you," Nora said cattily, digging her elbow into
his ribs, "you would notice that! Well, everyone to their own tastes."
"You are being a bit of a bitch," Tom said, but it was said with
affection.
Nora laughed gaily. "To a good fuck," she said again, downing the
rest of the brandy.
