Chapter 4
Rick wheeled the rented car around a curve on the side of a hill and saw the castle down below on the shores of a rather large lake. The sight was right off of a travel poster. He glanced over to see if Rhonda 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 all the way over on the flight-not even waking for supper.
Gently, he reached out and shook her awake. "Rhonda, we're here."
Rhonda 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. Rick 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 as he wanted-and she hoped that he would never know how much pain he was bringing each time he entered her body. Impulsively, she bent over and kissed his cheek. Rick nodded his head toward the castle. Rhonda took a deep breath when she saw the lake. It was a land for long hikes, for walking hand in hand and communing with nature. Below her, the castle looked to be from another time. There was a small dock and a large white sandy beach.
"Oh, Rick, darling. It's so beautiful." The sight alone had made the journey worthwhile she thought.
Rick grinned at her animation. It was the first time since before the wedding that she seemed to be her old self-happy and 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. She hadn't cum and he had cum four times. When he thought about it, 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....
Up close, the castle was U-shaped and looked larger than it had from a distance. It had four stories and it faced the lake.
Rick stepped out of the car and saw the woman coming towards him. Tall, full-breasted, black short hair, and a splendid mature figure, she smiled and waved in greeting. A wide generous mouth, smoldering passionate black eyes, and a rich tan which indicated more than a little Latin in her blood. Rick thought with some delight and an instinctive tightening in his groin: My God, what a sexy woman! And Rhonda, with considerable envy, felt almost child-like.
"Hallo," she said warmly. "I'm Noreen Monroe. You must be Rick and Rhonda Talbot." Her voice was melodic and sweet with just a hint of Irish in it. "We are," Rhonda answered smiling timidly at her.
"Hello, Rhonda," Then she held her hand out to Rick. "Hello ... welcome," she said, 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 Rick felt as if he were drowning in her eyes. And even though he was on his honeymoon, Rick felt 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.
Noreen's lower lip dropped almost imperceptibly as if she knew his thoughts. Then she turned to Rhonda. "You must be weary after your long trip. Come, I'll take you to your room so you can freshen up. Leave the bags. I'll have one of the boys bring them up to you."
Rick watched the two women walking in front of him; it was not a good comparison. Noreen obviously was all woman-and very sure of herself. Rhonda 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, the main difference between the two women lay in their projected sensuality and poise. Rhonda seemed almost adolescently self-conscious as she walked next to Noreen, and if Rick had been able to read Rhonda's mind at that very moment, he would have realized just how-inferior his wife felt.
Noreen led them to a large well decorated room on the third floor. Large windows looked out over the lake and surrounding hills. "This is your sitting room," Noreen 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-size bed under a blue and white canopy. She indicated another door which was to the shower which Rick noticed was big enough for three people; it had an overhead nozzle and two fine spray nozzles which shot a stream of water midriff-front and back. Rick couldn't help thinking, "What a great playpen!" Something must have shown on his face, because Noreen dimpled and Rhonda blushed.
"Dr. Monroe and I would like you to be our guests for cocktails before dinner this evening," Noreen said.
Rhonda glanced at Rick who replied, "That's very kind of you, Mrs. Monroe."
"You must call me Noreen. And Dr. Monroe shall insist that you call him Dick.
"All right, Noreen," Rick said. "What time?"
"Well ... let's see. You're the only guests we have at the moment. Lord Folsome and Lady Jane 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. How about an hour from now?"
Rhonda felt grimy after the flight and car trip. She said, "I would like to take a shower, and change into something else."
Noreen was 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-thirty?"
Neither Rhonda nor Rick were ready for Dr. Monroe 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 Noreen. He was about 6'2" and weighed around 220-and it was a lean 220 at that. A grey mustache cut a thin line across his lips. All in all, Rhonda thought as she stared at him, he cuts a dashing figure ... like something out of a liquor ad or a Scotland Yard suspense film. He, like his wife, exuded an animal like sensuality.
Rick and Rhonda both felt at ease with them during drinks in the huge library. This was surprising in view of the fact that Noreen was in her mid thirties and Dick probably in his middle or late forties.
From the library they went to the baronial hall-like dinning room where the four of them were served by a dour and silent old Irish maid. It was not until the final course that Rhonda got around to asking, "What kind of a Doctor are you, Dick?"
"A retired one," he said smiling mysteriously.
Noreen said, "Dick, don't tease." She turned to Rhonda and said, "He's a gynecologist ... or was ... a very successful one and famous I might add."
Dick 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 sort 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."
Noreen commented, "Actually, Dick is much too modest. He has a great many other talents. Right now he's doing some very important research on ESP ... Extra Sensory Perception."
Dick 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."
Rick, whose eyes had widened, said unbelievingly, "You mean mental telepathy?"
Dick 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."
Rhonda was sitting engrossed. This was the most fascinating thing she had ever listened to in her life.
Noreen aid casually, "Why not try the basic experiments tonight, using Rick and Rhonda? Let them see for themselves."
"Oh, could we?" Rhonda blurted out.
Rick added, "That would be one sure way of making a believer out of me."
Monroe shook his head and frowned. "No ... I don't think it's...."
Rhonda interrupted and pleaded in a little girl's voice, "Please?"
Noreen laughed, "You've piqued their curiosity, Dick. You won't be a good host until you show them how it works."
Monroe glanced from Rick to Rhonda and then over to Noreen. He said, "I generally need more time to get to know my subjects better." He looked thoughtfully and then nodded, "All right. Let's try it anyway. It may not work, but...."
Rhonda was feeling slightly apprehensive when she followed the Monroes into the library. She had never been hypnotized before ... it would be a novel experience ... and a little frightening. Rick, now that he had talked up, was suffering some qualms too.
Monroe moved a large blue leather chair out into the center of the room and then turned a rheostat on the wall until the lights dimmed. A switch was pushed and a thin beam shone down out of the ceiling. "Rhonda, you sit here." Soft harp and flute music floated out of hidden speakers.
Shivering with suppressed excitement, Rhonda did as she was told. With great ceremony, Monroe 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 Rick. "These are your test messages. So you won't think it's some kind of trick, I would like Rhonda to give you three numbers between one and twenty before you leave the 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. And so on ... understand?"
Rick nodded. Noreen took his arm and said, "Come on. Our station is in the waiting room across the hall." Rick was too aware of her hand on his arm; her presence up close was a tangible thing.
"Wait!" Monroe ordered. "You don't have the numbers." He turned to the girl, "All right, Rhonda."
She thought and then blinked and smiled. "Three, seven and ... uh ... fourteen."
When they got to the waiting room, Noreen reached in front of him to open the massive door. The bodice of her dinner gown opened and Rick 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 Noreen looked amused. "Sit here," she said, motioning to the sofa. Noreen seated herself beside him and handed over the envelope. "Three, seven and fourteen," she said.
Rick ripped the envelope open and withdrew several typewritten sheets of paper. "Do you mind if I read over your shoulder?" Noreen asked, and the perfume of her breath was almost an aphrodisiac of its own. She didn't wait for permission. She slid right over until their bodies were touching. The heat of her thigh was like a blow torch there. Rick swallowed; he could feel desire for this woman beginning to boil up in him. He wondered, for about the twentieth time since they met, how she would be in bed ... how it would feel to have his hardened cock deep within those loins. Noreen 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 should be one of the people you concentrate on ... a father, mother, sister but not yourself." Noreen remained in close after she had finished reading; Rick could feel her left breast against his upper arm. "Christ," he said to himself, "how can I concentrate with those tits. Noreen 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?"
Noreen drew back just a bit. "Only seconds if she's susceptible. Many people can't be hypnotized, however. In that case Dick will want to hypnotize you instead of Rhonda."
In the library, Monroe was just completing his incantation as he swung the glowing amulet in front of the girl's glazed eyes which were unseeing. "You are so drowsy ... so sleepy ... you cannot keep your eyes opened. Sleep ... sleep ... sleep." Rhonda's head fell to her chest. Monroe dropped the amulet into the box and withdrew a needle, which he pricked against the girl's shapely right buttock. She did not stir. Satisfied, he said, "Rhonda, can you hear me?"
"Yes...."
"Rhonda ... 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 for you. You will recall nothing. One, two, three ... seven, eight...." He snapped his fingers and Rhonda's eyes blinked open.
Rhonda had felt that she couldn't be hypnotized and this turned out to be true. Finally they decided to try Rick and then Monroe suggested she could serve as the communicator.
Rick was reluctant to be a guinea pig, however. But when he saw the disappointment on Rhonda's face, he decided to go along. "I won't fight you but I don't really think you can do it."
Monroe merely shrugged. "It's possible I can't. Your wife wasn't susceptible to hypnosis." He laughed. "I almost put myself to sleep."
Monroe adjusted the spotlight beam for Rick'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, Rick ... concentrate on it as it swings ... see how the light seems to glow from deep within."
Two minutes later, Monroe stood with an evil look on his face. He jabbed the needle into Rick's calf; the boy did not move. "All right, Rick. Tomorrow morning at two o'clock, 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 to 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. It will be your wife ... although it may look like Noreen ... 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...."
Rick was having a difficult time keeping a straight face as he waited for Monroe to try and hypnotize him. He was sure it wouldn't work, and he felt amusement-even pity-and Monroe picked up his cheap pendant and began swaying it in front of his eyes. Really, he thought, it was just like something from the early movies.
Half an hour later, after the final brandy of the evening, Rick and Rhonda were still feeling somewhat guilty about the fact that Monroe had been unable to hypnotize them.
"Goodnight ... goodnight, thank you for a love-ly evening ... it was a pleasure...." Rick and Rhonda climbed the stairs to their room. When Rick kissed her and pulled her toward the big couch in front of the fireplace, Rhonda suddenly felt her earlier gaiety evaporate. It was, she thought, no time for sex. Oh, how she hated that word ... disgusting and degrading ... pain-filled and terrible. She would have to let him do it to her once but then she would tell him she was too sore. He would understand.
Downstairs, a lewdly grinning Dick and Noreen Monroe held up brandy snifters in a toast. "Here's to a good double fuck," Monroe said.
The cat-like glow in Noreen's eyes abruptly became an all-consuming flame. "To a very good fuck for us both!" She laughed shrilly. "I can hardly wait. 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 a fine little ass!" Monroe said thoughtfully.