Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

All in all, he came three more times before he finally pulled his penis from her vagina, before he stopped violating her body and went to sleep. Each time he had grunted and groaned out his climax and she had felt it spurting inside her, it was more painful, more disgusting than the first. Sue wept silently. Her vagina was a throbbing nest of agony, and her silent desperate screams echoed through her mind and she saw her mother's tightly pressed lips saying, "See… I tried to tell you."

At dawn the phone rang. Sue, who had not slept, wearily reached over to the bedside table and answered. The hotel switchboard operator cheerfully sang, "Good morning. It's five-thirty."

"Thank you," Sue said, without feeling.

Beside her, Dick stirred and groaned. "Whasszit?" he mumbled.

"Five-thirty," Sue answered. "The airport limousine leaves at seven. I'll take my shower first, if you like."

Dick cocked one eye at her and made a sleepy effort to grin lewdly. "Why don't we both shower together?"

"No…" she shook her head. "No."

He shrugged. "Okay, you take yours first." He rolled over on his side and was asleep again before she could answer.

Sue got out of bed, wincing at the painful tenderness in her abdomen. Her belly actually felt as if someone had repeatedly kicked her there. She felt as if she had been cut open in the crotch, as if a stripped corncob had been shoved in there. When she looked down at the sheet, she saw it was matted over a large area with brown blood and dried semen. Wide-eyed in horror, and with the room swirling around her, she gazed at her new peignoir. There was blood and sperm all over it – front, back, hemline and bodice. She ran for the bathroom, put her head into the toilet bowl, and vomited. When she took off her gown later, she had blood and semen all over her legs and in her pubic hair and on her stomach and buttocks. It looked as though she had been wallowing in a slaughterhouse trough.

She used almost an entire bar of soap cleaning herself, but it did no good. She still felt dirty… degraded.

When she got out of the shower and began towelling herself, she noticed that the blood had begun, to seep again from her injured womb.

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.