Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

"Dick, don't," she screamed, running across the lawn with the dogs in pursuit.

Suddenly they all blundered into Morgan who was standing there with an amused expression on his face. Dick immediately dropped the lizard and looked as if he couldn't understand why Sue was fleeing from him.

Sue stood behind Morgan and peered around his shoulder at her husband. "Did you drop it?" she demanded.

In answer, Dick merely held his hands out, palms up.

Morgan grinned down at her. "I regret to say that your pet was just eaten by Regina." He nodded toward one of the hounds.

"Eeecccck," Sue said in mock dismay.

They all three laughed. The strain of the morning was gone now. Morgan seemed genuinely pleased to see them, and she was glad to see him.

Morgan said to Dick, "Are you prepared for our traditional twilight boar hunt?"

"Tonight?"

"A good night for it. The moon will be right, and I have Michael and Wilhelm both standing by."

Dick looked at Sue, mutely asking permission.

"Go ahead, darling," she smiled. "I'll be fine. Anyway, I have a lot of letters and cards to write."

Dick nodded. "I'm ready anytime you are, Tom."

Morgan clapped him on the back. "Splendid. We'll make a box lunch and take a bottle of wine… and a wee bottle of brandy. Dress warmly because it gets cold after dark. Meet you at the garage in twenty minutes?"

"Right."

Dick was eager for the outing. Wild boar would be an excitingly different change from deer and ducks. He supposed the techniques weren't too different than those used in deer hunting… downwind, aim for the neck, make sure the first shot counts.

"We should find the herd near the oaks," Morgan told him later as they drove through the very late afternoon's sunshine toward a wooded area. "The acorns have started to fall; the pigs will be rooting around them. Now one word of caution, Dick me boy. Don't get too close. If one of them comes at you, climb a tree. You can't outrun them. The dogs will do their best to draw the pig from you, but don't count on too much from them. They've both learned their lessons about boars… the hard way. So they're a bit shy, you might say."

The sun had set beyond the hills and the sky was turning a darker blue as Dick got out of the car. Morgan said, "We're heading toward the far end of the copse to drive the pigs toward you. And please, my friend, if you hear something moving in the bushes, make sure it isn't one of the dogs… or me, especially before you blast away."

Dick grinned his understanding. A moment later he was left all alone in the deepening hue of dusk. He noticed the wind was blowing out of the west, so he cut at an oblique angle toward the woods, knowing he could approach without the pigs getting scent of him.

In the distance he thought he heard the far-off sound of dogs in front of him and Morgan's car somewhere in back of him… that, though, was impossible; Morgan was in front of him. It was then that he realized he had no idea whatsoever of where he was or, if he got separated from the hunting party, how he would go about making his way back to the castle.

"Morgan has had a lot of experiences with these twilight hunts," he said to himself. "He knows what to do if I get lost."

Morgan, 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 fully conscious Sue and her darling little asshole.

With Dick gone, Sue decided to have dinner by herself in their suite. The meal was brought up by a little Irish redhead about 18 years old who looked exhausted – almost as if she'd had no sleep for a couple of days. Sue felt a trifle guilty about causing extra work for the poor girl and decided to make sure that Dick gave her an extra large tip when they left. She ate the solitary meal then changed into a long powder-blue nylon gown and a blue lace peignoir. The feeling of nylon against her bare skin was wickedly exciting; she wished Dick were here.

She had sat down at the window writing desk and had begun writing a long chatty letter to Marylou when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she called, thinking it was the maid returning for the dinner dishes.

"Good evening, my dear," Lord Medwell said, coming in and closing the door behind him. He stood there for a moment, staring appreciatively at her gown, then carried a large manila envelope to the table in front of the fireplace.

She felt the first discordant notes of uneasiness run through her mind. Lord Medwell had walked in as though he owned the place. He had looked at her in an unmistakable superior manner. Vaguely she felt that it was not right that he should be in a closed room with her when her husband was absent, especially with her dressed as revealingly as she was.

"Writing letters, I see," he said, quite unnecessarily.

"Yes. To a few friends back home. Mother. Cousin… you know."

Lord Medwell moved over right next to her writing table. His bold eyes fastened on her gown which was open enough to see the first proud swelling promise of her breasts. Blushing furiously, she nervously put her hand up there and fumbled the peignoir's button in an effort to close it.

"That really isn't necessary, my dear. You have charming breasts. There's no need to hide them."

"Lord Medwell! Please!" Sue was shocked. She sputtered almost incoherently when she was his leering expression. "I think, sir, you had better leave. As you know, my husband isn't here."

Lord Medwell's derisive laughter cut into her like a whip. Then his expression became coldly cruel. "Leave? Leave! I have no intention of leaving until I get what I came for." He boldly placed his blue-veined, age-spotted hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

Suddenly Sue was frightened, really frightened. Lord Medwell must be a madman! He was looking in ill-concealed lust at her breasts and at her pelvic area. "I… I… you really must go, Lord Medwell." She stood and backed nervously away from him. His eyes were like prison yard searchlights moving up and down the length of her figure. They came to rest on a spot just below her navel – that slightly protruding spot marking her mound of Venus.

"You are quite beautiful, my dear," he said.

"Please leave."

His face suddenly became contorted in something akin to hate, and his voice was tight in anger. "Don't be impertinent! I said I would not go until I got what I came for."

Sue walked to the door and opened it. "Get out," she said, trying to keep her composure.

"Close the door," he demanded.

"Get out, or I shall scream."

"You may scream all you wish, but it will be of no avail. No one will hear you; the servants are gone. We are alone in the castle."

Feeling a combination of embarrassment, anger, and fear, Sue screamed and then yelled, "Help." The echoes resounded throughout the deserted hallways, "… help… help… help." Her own voice was mocking her.

"Now that we have that silly bit of amateur theatrics out of our system, I want to show you something. Take a look at the little gift I've brought you. There, on the table… in the envelope."

"I'm not leaving this door. You make a move toward me and I'll run."

"I have no doubt that you could outrun me. It would be the most foolish thing you have done in your life, however. Take a look in the envelope. I give you my word of honor… as a gentleman… that I will not move from this spot."

Anything to get rid of this maniac, Sue thought. She sidled over from the door toward the table, watching him closely for any movement. He merely smiled in vast amusement at her precautions. He seemed to be holding his breath, and his eyes had grown to enormous size as he watched her unfasten the clasp on the envelope.