Chapter 9
Rhonda was troubled. Her thoughts and emotions were elusive-impossible to catch and examine. Something was wrong! She didn't know what it was but something definitely was wrong.
Earlier that morning she had awakened feeling more relaxed and happy than she could remember. She had been awake only seconds before the dream returned. Once again she had dreamed that Rick had made love to her-violent, satisfying and thoroughly enjoyable love! And she had reached orgasm after orgasm until all of her climaxes ran together in one sweet never-ending symphony of sensation. She swallowed noisily as she remembered the details of that dream. It had been Rick in the dream but he looked different:-more like Monroe and Lord Folsome. She remembered what she had done. After Rick had licked her down there and driven her to the point of madness, he had asked her to suck on his penis. She had done so-at first out of love, and then with a deep animal desire to devour. He had cum in her mouth, and so entranced had she been with him that he had actually been forced to push her mouth away after she had swallowed all of him and continued to nibble at his deflated penis. That had been the Rick who looked like Lord Folsome. Next, the Rick who looked like Monroe had made love to her the same way he had in the dream the night before ... slamming in and out of her rectum until she was a screaming helpless piece of wild flesh impaled on the end of a skewer. Then the Lord Folsome one had made love to her in the vagina! It was this method that had made her reach peak after peak of progressive orgasms. And through it all there had been a lightning storm-brillant flashes of light....
These dreams surely must be the subconscious telling me that I must give myself completely to Rick, she thought.
All morning long she worried over her dream like a dog with a bone. At breakfast, though other things had happened that caused additional alarm. Lord Folsome actually leered at her as if he knew that she had dreamed about him. And Rick and Noreen seemed to be silently speaking to each other across the table; she didn't like the hungry look on Noreen's face; nor did she care for Rick's guilty glances in the older woman's direction....It was as though the two of them were sharing some secret. She felt a pang of jealousy, quickly dismissed.
All told, there was something wrong. The music of the day was being played off key. Her suspicions were not relieved when Monroe, smelling of something like vinegar, arrived late for breakfast. He smiled fondly at her, as if he were especially proud of something she had done. She was forced to look away because she remembered that Rick had looked like this man when he fucked her ass in the dream. Lord Folsome had demanded impatiently of Monroe, "Well?"
Monroe smiled. "Perfect!"
"Even mine?" Lord Folsome asked hopefully.
Monroe lifted one eyebrow and smirked. "Every exposure is perfect."
Rhonda noticed that the Lord and Noreen both sat back, relaxed. Both had smug expressions on their faces. Later, when she and Rick had been walking on the grounds, Rhonda said, "Those people gave me the creeps this morning."
Rick who had been pondering Lord Folsome's and Monroe's behavior, confessed himself equally puzzled. Actually, he was glad to have Rhonda voice her suspicions. During breakfast he hadn't been sure that it wasn't his own guilty conscience.
The day passed leisurely. A wind had sprung up over the lake which made sailing a bit risky, so he and Rhonda had taken a long hike. She seemed withdrawn ... he hoped she didn't sense his unfaithfulness. God, anything was possible! Maybe she could smell Noreen's cuntal juices on him when he returned to bed....Although she seemed to be sleeping so soundly that she looked drugged.
Earlier when he had been making plans for the afternoon, he had wanted to steer Rhonda to one of the deserted beaches on the lake and make love to her. Now she seemed so introspective that he decided to wait until they returned to the castle. Immediately upon their return, they encountered Monroe. He smiled pleasantly and it appeared that earlier tensions had been replaced by a gay commderie. This put them both at their ease with him once again.
Monroe said to Rick, "Are you ready for our traditional twilight boar hunt?"
"Tonight?"
"A good night for it. The moon will be right."
Rick looked at Rhonda mutely asking permission. "Go ahead, darling, I'll be fine."
Rick nodded. "I'm ready anytime you are, Monroe."
Monroe clapped him on the back. "Splendid. We'll make a box lunch and take a bottle of wine ... and a wee bit of brandy. Dress warmly because it gets cold after dark. Meet you at the garage in twenty minutes."
"Right."
Rick was eager for the outing. The sun had set beyond the hills and the sky was turning a darker blue as Rick got out of the car. Monroe said, "We're heading towards the far end of the forest to drive the pigs toward you. And please, my friend, be sure you know what it is before you shoot at anything you hear in the bushes."
Rick grinned his understanding. A moment later he was left all alone. It was then that he realized that he had no idea whatsoever where he was or, if he got separated from the hunting party, how he would go about making his way back to the castle. He thought that Monroe has had a lot of experience with the twilight hunts and that he shouldn't be worried.
Monroe, indeed, knew what to do, and he was doing it as though the devil himself was pursuing him. He drove rapidly through the gathering night back toward the castle and his long-awaited subjugation of a full conscious Rhonda and her darling little asshole.