Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

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.

Sue abruptly came awake; it was as though a switch had been thrown in her body. She was fully aware of everything… the moonlight streaming in through the windows, the fading echoes of the clock downstairs striking two, the breathing of the man who stood beside the bed.

Perhaps it was the moonlight that made everything seem as though it were happening in a dream, that her mind was elsewhere – confined to limbo.