Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

2,770 words

Chapter 7

The morning after enduring the attentions of yet another pill-pumped sexual athlete and tolerating another disheartening display of uncontrolled sexuality by her mother, Juliette sought out Tracy. She tearfully demanded to know what was her plan to escape from the Black Bear Mountain Precinct.

Tracy, sensing that Juliette really was likely to attempt a suicidal dash for the surrounding pine forest unless she was given something to hope for, took the young woman to her bed. Tracy pretended to initiate a lesbian relationship to fool the ubiquitous electronic sensors. In hushed whispers she swore Juliette to secrecy and explained her plan of escape.

Tracy said it all depended on her being transferred to the Saloon. It was, she said, just a question of time before she was moved out of the club and made available to the more numerous, younger, and rougher clientele of the Saloon. Transfer of flesh from the Country Club to the Saloon was usual, said Tracy, as new talent replaced the longer serving pleasure slaves in the Country Club. Jenny, the mother of the late escapee, had been moved to the Saloon the day after her daughter's death. She failed to entertain the crowd, said Tracy, and was moved again to the Barracks. As a barracks bitch she lasted two weeks before meeting an "accidental" death on the electric fence that surrounded the barracks area.

Tracy said all women transferred to the Saloon were expected to perform in the Saloon's cabaret. If she could not put on some sort of show, she was likely to be shunted straight to the military style camp and a short life as a barracks bitch. Tracy felt she could work up a cabaret act for the Saloon. Probably a striptease or something like that, she said. But once in the Saloon she would be close to the helicopter training center. 

Tracy  said with a grin, "The bastards running the Precinct don't know I had damn nearly qualified as a rotary-wing pilot before becoming engaged to the weak-willed little jerk, Toby Jugg, I once thought I would marry. I'll take one of their choppers and fly off this godforsaken mountain."

Tracy promised that, if she could, she would take Juliette and her mother with her, but whatever happened, she would reveal the whole rotten Black Bear scam to the press and the relevant authorities. The Federal government would be forced, by public opinion, to close down the Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct. It was, Tracy said, just a matter of holding on.

Juliette was excited at the real prospect of escape and rewarded Tracy in the only way she could. Her agile tongue and gentle fingers soon had Tracy in raptures and confirmed to the security guard overseeing the sensors that the veterinarian's old flame had found a young lover capable of giving her multiple orgasms. When he called Magda Oldfields' attention to the video disc the madam snarled at him and two days later Tracy had been transferred to the Saloon.

***
Two weeks later when the short hot summer had given way to the cool of early autumn Adolf Thiler and his wife, Irma, arrived early one Monday morning by helicopter at the Country Club. The visit was treated by the staff with the nervous respect and sycophantic attention normally accorded to presidents or royalty. From his corner in the Beast Master's office Hack saw the effort that went into preparations for Thiler's coming. He asked his boss if he could arrange an interview with the CEO and was cuffed about his ears by the Beast Master for impertinence. Later that day, after the office had closed and he was at home above the fodder store, he spoke to Zelda who was equally dismissive.

"If Thiler wants to see you, lover, he'll send for you. Until then you just do what you're good at. That's making sure Products stays in the black money-wise and keeping me happy. Get on your knees. I'm gonna ream your ass."

She was, despite the chill in the air, naked except for her jack boots. She used the whip she carried with her usual skill and soon had Hack begging for mercy and sporting a usefully stiff penis.

When she had achieved orgasm, she slid off his erection and watched as followed her orders and masturbated to his own climax. While Hack obediently pumped away Zelda offered some advice.

"I guess, being an educated man, you spotted that 'Thiler' has the same letters as 'Hitler' only muddled."

"Yes," Hack panted. "It's an anagram. He made a joke about it when he came to dinner. Something about his parents being closet fascists."

"Whatever. He is a little Hitler here on Black Bear Mountain. He knows all that goes on in the Precinct and he controls everything. His word is gospel. No one contradicts him. If he wants to see you about that cabin, you say you bought from him he'll send for you. It's my guess you were set-up by him so don't think he's going to be any help, lover."

Hack jerked and spurted. Zelda laughed, dressed, and bade him "goodnight."

***
Irma Thiler, accompanied by an officious Magda and a muscular bodyguard, visited the Kaiser women the morning after the Thiler's arrival.

Fiona remembered Irma from the dinner party she had thrown to celebrate Hack's successful business deal with Adolf Thiler. Irma had changed little since then. The Black Bear Mountain Precinct CEO's wife was a petite firm-breasted thirty-something with a pixie-like face framed by an auburn page-boy and enlivened by big brown eyes. Juliette remembered her too. She had been fooled by the seeming innocence of Irma's lovely eyes and had been shocked and embarrassed when Irma French-kissed her in the bathroom and groped between her legs. 

Mother and daughter were paraded, naked, outside the door to their boudoir for the distinguished visitor. The pair stood to attention side by side as Irma inspected them carefully. Juliette and Fiona were aware that Magda was holding her electronic prod and endured the humiliation stoically. The guard looked on with interest.

"I do believe you've lost a little weight, my dear," Irma cooed in Fiona's ear. "It suits you."

Fiona said nothing until Magda jabbed her with the prod and said, "Say 'thank you' to Madam for the compliment, whore."

"Thank you," Fiona said.

"I also understand you are far less prudish than when we last met. Adolf has never forgiven you for rejecting his amorous advances. You made a bad mistake there." Irma patted Fiona's firm round buttocks. "Silly woman. You deserve to be spanked. Don't you?"

"Yes Madam," Fiona hissed as she remembered the house rules. "I deserve to be spanked."

"You will be. You surely will. Magda has shown me a DVD containing some of the highlights of your new career. It's so pleasing to see someone who truly enjoys her work."

Magda ran her hands over the prisoner's naked body and smiled as she saw Fiona's nipples pucker and harden. "But, what's this?" she exclaimed. "No piercings! Magda, please ensure that this whore is rewarded with at least two rings through her labia major and one in each rather prominent nipple."

"Certainly Madam," snapped Magda. "I'll see to it right away."

"No. I rather like the idea of doing it myself. If you could arrange for the necessary tools and bits and pieces to be on hand. Perhaps tomorrow, after the dinner party, or the next day?"

"Yes Madam," said Magda.

Irma turned her attention to Juliette. She stroked the naked flesh of the teenager's body dwelling longest on the smoothly plucked mound of her mount of Venus. Irma's long fingers probed Juliette's moistening slit. She kissed the young woman on the lips and enjoyed Juliette's reluctant acceptance of her tongue.

"Good," Irma said. "No more girlish modesty. A proper little tart. You are both invited to dinner tomorrow night. Not as guests, sadly, but as, er, entertainment. Your father will be there, Juliette. Won't that be nice?"

Juliette nodded nervously. Irma's fingers pushed deeper into Juliette's twat.

"Yes, Madam, it will be nice."

"You don't object to my touching your pussy now, do you?"

"No, Madam," Juliette said. "I don't object."

 "Good girl," smiled Irma. "I'm told you have become an accomplished lesbian lover, Juliette. No longer the silly little girl trying to avoid my flattering attentions. Is that true?"

"I was forced " Juliette began. She felt the tip of Magda's prod against her spine and stopped speaking.

"You broke the law and are being punished by performing community service," snarled Magda. "Whoring was all she was qualified for, Ma'am. She is good at what she does. Cunnilingus, mainly."

"Really? Show me."

Magda hesitated for a moment then forced Juliette to her knees

"She eats her mother's pussy most nights but perhaps Madam would like "

"I would. Show me, Juliette, if you can make your mother come now."

"Jump to it!" snapped Magda. The young woman turned to face her naked parent. Her head was level with Fiona's groin. Juliette softly stroked Fiona's puffy pudendum then kissed, tongued and probed the pink flesh until, predicably, the older woman shuddered to a climax.

The humiliation of the Kaiser women excited Irma. She turned to Magda with a lascivious grin.

"Let's fuck them both. The mother can attend to your requirements. Juliette can try to satisfy mine. The bed in there looks big enough for the four of us. But before we start get me a whip. I suspect I will feel the need to punish one or the other before our little session is over."

Magda nodded to the guard who grinned and she hurried away. While Magda was running her errand Irma amused herself by playing with Juliette's hair and taunting Fiona. "How fortunate you are to have such a talented child, Fiona. The DVD Magda showed me was an eye-opener. I had no idea your little girl possessed such an educated tongue. With a daughter like that who needs a husband, eh?"

Magda returned two or three minutes later with a riding crop and a thin dog-whip.

"Very good," said Irma. She selected the smaller whip and made it swish through the air before she gave Fiona a savage cut across the buttocks. "Move your ass in there," she said."Let's get down and dirty!"

***

"What's happening?" said Hack. It was three o'clock on Tuesday afternoon but the Beast Master had told him to stop work and get his skinny ass to his bunk in the hay loft above the fodder store.

"Just get there," growled the Beast Master. "You and Zelda have got a visitor."

Hack hurried from the office and within minutes was climbing the rough wooden steps to the hay loft. Zelda was waiting for him. She was stripped for action and wore nothing but her jack boots and her whip draped over her shoulders. She looked nervous and uncertain, something Hack had never seen before. He could see no visitor.

"A bit early isn't it," he said.

Zelda hit him across his chest with the but of her whip. "Remember the god-damn rules!" she shouted. She closed with him and whispered, "Command performance, Hack. Make it look good." She punched him in the stomach before he could say another word and snapped cuffs on his wrists before she stood back as Hack, winded and in pain sank to his knees before her.

"Bravo. Well done, Beast Mistress Five!" said Irma stepping out from behind a stack of hay bales. "Why is Mr. Kaiser wearing that dress? 'Zelda's Bitch'  How droll. I take it your name is Zelda?"

The Beast Mistress nodded, and snapped a smart, "Yes, Ma'am."

Irma, who was dressed in a smart woolen suit and a fashionable fur hat suitable for the early autumn day in the city, looked out of place in the dusty, ill-lit, hay loft, said, "Get up Hack I want to talk with you."

Hack struggled to his feet. Irma regarded him, her big brown eyes gleaming with anticipation of sport to come.

"The Beast Master gave Adolf a glowing report about your conduct. Quite the model prisoner. Useful, I understand, in sorting out and smoothing the administration of the Products division. He also said you wished to speak to Adolf?"

"Y-Yes," stammered Hack.

"Good," said Irma. "Adolf wants to speak to you. I understand he is sympathetic to the plight you find yourself in. You are a lucky man."

Hack, for the fist time in weeks, felt a surge of optimism, quickly dashed by Irma's next statement.

"But he doesn't know about this little arrangement." Irma indicated the straw-filled canvas bed and the few luxuries arranged neatly on a wooden crate that served as Hack's bedside table. "Surely this must be against the Precinct's regulations regarding convicts? Cohabiting with an executive officer in an unauthorized location?"

"Begging your pardon, Ma'am but regulations permit me to employ any prisoner assigned to the Bear Park in any way I choose. With respect, Ma'am, having Hack up here gives added security to the fodder store and fucking him helps me relax most evenings. That's good for everyone's morale." Zelda grinned.

"Then he didn't seduce you, Beast Mistress Five?"

"Please call me Zelda, Ma'am. No, he didn't seduce me." She grabbed the shaft of Hack's penis and sqeezed. "I raped him."

Irma gave a theatrical "Oh! Really?" and Hack began to realize that this little exchange had been arranged before he was sent for. That explained Zelda's nakedness. He was not surprised when Irma, her voice dripping with lust, said, "Show me."

Irma watched avidly as Hack wasuncuffed and stripped. At Zelda's command he knelt down before her, his bare backside presented for what had become a familiar, if painful, ritual. When, later, Zelda rolled him onto his back and mounted the erection induced by her energetic application of the whip-handle he saw the CEO's wife had reached under her skirt and was openly masturbating. He was still erect when Zelda climaxed and, sighing with satisfaction, slid off his cock and stood up.


"Will that be all, Ma'am?" said Zelda. "If he hasn't come, I usually get him to jerk off when I've done."

"Don't do that. I think I'll rape him too," said Irma and she slipped the woolen skirt of her smart suit down her nylon clad legs and handed it to Zelda. She tugged the wet, snug, thong that cupped her pouting cunt lips clear and stood astride the supine Hack.

"Let's not waste a good stiff cock," she said. Irma lowered her slight figure onto Hack's erection. She sighed as she fitted his already lubricated stiffy into her tight but juicy cunt and began to slide up and down as Zelda had done. As she rose and fell Irma unbuttoned her top and unfastened her bra. Her unfettered breasts bounced in time to her rutting.

"Play with my tits, bitch!" she ordered. 

Hack obeyed and Irma leant back as he took a nipple between the fingers of each hand and did his best to massage the erectile tissue to the aggressive woman's satisfaction.

As she grew more excited Irma groped for her victim's scrotum with her right hand. Her left was massaging her clitoris, pressing it against Hack's slippery meat. As her long-nailed fingers clamped painfully around his ball-bag Irma panted, "You'd better not come before me, you sniveling little shit, or I'll rip your bollocks off!"

It was a close run thing. Irma's orgasmic scream preceded Hack's shuddering groan by only a few seconds.

As she dressed, Irma gave Zelda her orders. She told Zelda she was to escort Hack to the office of the CEO at 0830 the following morning. She also told the Beast Mistress she was to attend the dinner party planned for the same evening as Hack's partner. This clearly alarmed the young woman greatly and she was only slightly pacified by Irma's assurance that the staff of the Country Club would ensure she was given something suitable to wear and time enough and help to smarten up before the dinner.

Irma smiled at Hack as he struggled back into his canvas dress.

"I'll see you again tomorrow, Hack. I'm sure Adolf wants to help you but if he does he will need to be sure of your sincerity. He will want proof of your commitment. Do you understand?"

Hack shook his head, puzzled.

Irma laughed. "You will, Hack. You will." And she walked down the dusty wooden steps to where, in the forage store, her bodyguard waited with a knowing grin on his beefy face.

To be continued.