Chapter 9
Sue was troubled. Her thoughts and emotions were elusive as trout
in a dark pool -- impossible to catch and examine. Something was wrong!
She didn't know what it was -- but something definitely was not right.
Earlier that next morning she had awakened -- languorously --
feeling more relaxed and happy than she could remember. She had been
awake only seconds before the dream returned. Once again she had
dreamed that Dick had made love to her -- violent, satisfying, and
thoroughly enjoyable love! And she had reached orgasm after orgasm
until her climaxes had all run together in one sweet, never-ending
symphony of sensation. She swallowed noisily as she remembered the
details of that dream. It had been Dick in the dream, but Dick looked
different ... actually Dick looked more like Tom Morgan and Lord
Medwell. She remembered what she had done. After Dick had licked her
down there and driven her to the point of madness, he had asked her to
suck on his penis. She had done so -- at first out of love, but then
with a deep animalistic desire to devour it. He had cum in her mouth,
and so entranced had she been with him that he had actually been forced
to push her mouth away after she had swallowed all of him and continued
to nibble at his deflated penis. That had been the Dick who looked like
Lord Medwell. Next, the Dick who looked like Tom Morgan had made love
to her the same way he had in the dream the night before ... slamming in
and out of her rectum until she was a screaming, helpless piece of wild
flesh impaled like an insect on the end of a skewer. Then the Lord
Medwell faced Dick had made love to her in the vagina! It was this
method that had caused her to reach peak after peak of progressively
greater orgasms.
And through it all there had been the lightning storm -- brilliant
flashes of light.
These dreams surely must be the subconscious telling me that I must
give myself completely to Dick, she thought. I'll tell myself that if
it doesn't hurt in the dream, then it won't hurt during the real thing.
She had wanted him in there during the shower yesterday; she supposed
that was why she had dreamed. Still, though, it was odd. She knew she
really wasn't interested sexually in Lord Medwell or Tom Morgan, and so
she was puzzled by the fact that her husband had their faces in her
dreams.
All morning long she worried over her dream like a dog with a bone.
At breakfast, though, other things happened that caused additional alarm
or concern. Lord Medwell actually leered at her; it seemed almost as if
he knew that she had dreamed about him last night. And Dick and Nora
seemed to be silently speaking to each other across the table; she
didn't like the hungry look on Nora's face, nor did she care for Dick's
guilty glances in the older woman's direction ... it was as though the
two of them were sharing some secret. She felt a pang of jealousy,
quickly dismissed.
All told, there was something wrong. The music of the days was
being played off-key. Her suspicions were not relieved when Morgan,
smelling of something like vinegar, arrived late for breakfast. He
smiled fondly at Sue, as if he were especially proud of something she
had done. She was forced to turn her head away because she remembered
that her husband had looked like Morgan when he made love in her behind
during the dream.
Lord Medwell had demanded impatiently of Morgan, "Well?"
Morgan smiled. "Perfect!"
"Even mine?" Lord Medwell asked hopefully.
Morgan lifted one eyebrow and smirked. "Every exposure is
perfect." He put a particularly nasty emphasis on the word "exposure."
Sue noticed that Lord Medwell and Nora both sat back, relaxed.
Both had snug expressions on their faces.
Later, when she and Dick had been walking around the castle
grounds, Sue said, "Those people gave me the creeps this morning."
Dick, who had been pondering Lord Medwell's and Tom's behavior,
confessed himself equally puzzled. Actually, he was glad to have Sue
voice her suspicions. During breakfast he hadn't been sure that it
wasn't his own nerves reacting to a guilty conscience. He could be
honest with himself. He knew that it was really Sue he wanted; he would
do anything for Sue. But he also wanted excitement -- action and
reaction. Sue, the times he made love to her, had lain there like a
show window dummy being raped. Her only comments being, "You're hurting
me." Nora? My God, that was really something. How could he have gone
down on her and made her blow him. He didn't doubt that it had happened
... all he knew for sure was that he had dreamed he was eating Sue's
pussy ... then had awakened to find himself with Nora. The dream that
first night had triggered it, he thought.
The day passed leisurely. A wind had sprung up over the lake which
made sailing a bit risky, so he and Sue had taken a long hike. She
seemed strangely withdrawn ... he hoped she didn't sense that he had
been unfaithful to her. God, anything was impossible! Maybe she could
smell Nora's cuntal juices on him when he returned to bed ... although
she seemed to be sleeping so soundly that she looked drugged.
Earlier when he had been making plans for the afternoon, he had
wanted to steer Sue to one of the deserted coves and beaches on the lake
and make love to her. Now she seemed so introspective that he decided
to wait until they returned to the castle. Twice she had turned to him
as if to say or ask something, but then her resolute expression had
changed and she turned away from him. The only crowning thing -- the
only thing that made him feel Sue's problem did not include him -- was
her impulsive grab around his waist and her upturned face saying, "I
love you, my husband!"
They had reached the castle gate when Dick found a small lizard
sitting on a rock beside the trail. He picked it up and Sue squealed in
a little girl's fright. He held it out to her, and she squealed again.
She ran. He chased her, laughing. They were joined by the dogs -- both
barking in joyous excitement.
"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.
