Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

Dick turned to his sobbing wife. "Sue," he snapped, "now listen to me. No more talk about annulment or leaving me. We… you and I… are getting out of here right now. And we're taking the negatives with us. If you still want a divorce or annulment after we get away from this place, I won't stop you. But we are leaving together. Right now. Understand? Pack my bags. Do it quickly. Take them downstairs and out the back way to the garage. Be very quiet. Will you do as I say?"

For the first time since he had entered there was a shadow of hope in her eyes. "But how could you stand to live with me, knowing what I am?"

"We'll talk about that later. Just do as I say."

Wide-eyed, Sue nodded, slowly at first and then with increasing hope. When Dick left the room a minute later, she was already opening his dresser drawer.

He went surely through the walls, hesitating only when he reached the Morgan's wing. No one stirred. He moved the sword and the door opened. A second later, he passed the window overlooking Lady Margaret's room. The maid had tied Lady Margaret to the bedpost. A long black whip lay on the bedspread and the Irish maid, screaming obscenities at the tearfully pleading butch dyke, was viciously sodomizing her with the ten-inch dildoe. The girl apparently had squeezed the hot-water balls because a thin stream of defecation and water ran down the inner thighs of both of them.

Dick didn't pause to watch the lewd spectacle; truly, he thought, this was the "Devil's castle" just as his Irish friend had said.

Once in the darkroom, he gave silent thanks for Morgan's scientific method of operation. Every print was numbered in a negative book, so it took only a minute to discover that six prints had been made of Sue. Those would be the six prints given to her.

There had been, much to his chagrin, five prints made of him. Where were they? That was the question. Who had them? Then he caught sight of the small notation, "To N." So Nora had them? The negative book also showed that there had been a total of seven rolls of film shot of Sue and him. He looked up on the drying line; there were seven stripes of film hanging there. He scanned them in the light; yes, they were the right ones. Two of the rolls were of Nora down on him in fellatio, of him performing cunnilingus on her, of the two of them indulging in soixante-neuf, and of wild frenzied fucking between the two of them. He shoved the negatives in his pockets, then buttoned the pockets to make sure the film did not fall out.

The negative book was a very interesting document. There were names and dates and – in a few places – even sums of money listed. Dick decided it would make excellent evidence for the police… that, together with the other negatives. There were two filing cases loaded with them. Many of the pictures obviously went back to the time when Morgan had operated in London as a gynecologist. No wonder he had been able to buy the castle!

It took Dick four trips to carry all of the negatives to the car. When he completed the fourth trip, Sue was sitting in the front seat waiting for him. "What are all those boxes," she asked.

"Photographic negatives, darling, of poor ignorant unsuspecting people like you and me." When he said "me", Dick realized he had almost forgotten the photographs delivered to Nora.

"Be very quiet," he said. "I'll be back in ten minutes or so." He had made his way halfway across the courtyard when the dogs came at him barking. A moment later, the lights came on in the courtyard, and Morgan opened his window on the third floor to shout down, "Who's there?"

Dick was caught. There was no way he could escape notice. He stepped boldly out into the light and looked up. "Hi, Tom. It's me. I got lost… had a helluva time finding my way back."

Morgan shouted, "Thank God, you're safe. We'll call off the search. We've been looking everywhere for you. We were frantic with worry."

"You lying son of a bitch," Dick said under his breath, then shouted up, "Don't bother to come down. I'll let myself in… and go right to bed. Boy, am I ever tired."

"Good show. See you tomorrow."

"Make it late, will you. Don't have anyone wake us up early. I want to sleep in. I've walked five hundred miles tonight, it seems."

"Right-o." The courtyard went out. Dick looked back toward the car; Sue's face was only a white blur in the dimness. He held up his finger to his mouth in a charade of silence.

The racket probably had awakened Nora, he thought; if so, we'll just have to bluff it. When he reached the third floor landing, he listened carefully and then slowly tip-toed toward Nora's room. Quietly he pushed the door open; the room was dark, and it smelled of Nora's perfume. He could hear her rhythmic breathing; she was asleep.

It took him almost ten agonizing minutes before he found the packet of photographs in a drawer beneath her undergarments. Quickly he counted the pictures; they were all there. With the treasure safely inside his coat pocket, he relaxed enough to lose some of his caution. That was when he knocked over the table lamp.

"Who's there?" Nora sat bolt upright in bed.

"Shhhh," Dick whispered. "It's me."

"Dick?" she hissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Why do you think? I can't go to sleep without you. I keep remembering how you felt… how you taste."

He heard her breath expel in animal eagerness. "Have you been to your room yet?" she asked, almost breathlessly.

"Yes. Sue's asleep. She won't miss me. She won't miss this long hard thing I've got for you."

Nora groaned deep in her throat; obviously her body was rapidly coming to life. "You're sure you want me?" she asked.

"I want you so badly that I'm going to get down on my hands and knees in front of you and I'm going to… going to…"

"Yes… Yes! Don't talk about it. Do it. Do it. Do it!" He could hear her panting; the heat had come on her that quickly. She threw the blanket and sheet from her and began struggling out of her gown.

Dick tried to sound equally excited; he made short gasps of what he hoped would pass as impatience. Then he said, "Oh, damn!"

"What is it? What is it?"

"Nora, I have to go back to the room for a second. I felt the water running. I'll be right back."

"God-damnit, hurry then!" In the dim glow of her illuminated clock he could see her fumbling with her curlers.

"I will… meanwhile you just think about what it's going to feel like when I start biting, when I slip this thing into you." He saw her legs clench together in passionate impatience, and then he quickly left the room.

He reached the top of the stairs and turned back to look in the direction of Nora's bedroom. He grinned. He tossed her a kiss. "Just keep thinking about it, baby. Think about it… all night… long."

The dogs met him at the front door, but they remained silent this time, wagging their tails and frolicking alongside him. They continued to play with him while he pushed the car down the road, and through the front gates, and across the little stone bridge. Then they were rolling free down a small incline. When he reached the turn in the road hiding them from the castle, Dick put the car in gear and started the engine.

They drove up… up… up the hill, then swung around a curve. For a moment, the moon glittered and skipped on the lake, while the castle looked as though it were some ghostly apparition from the past… then it disappeared from sight.

Sue fought it, but began weeping again.

Dick patted her knee. He had never felt more sure of himself in his life. What he planned to do might be a horrible mistake; but he knew it was their only chance. He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a manila envelope. "Here. These probably won't make you feel any better, but they may change your mind about a lot of things."