Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

2,529 words

Chapter 4

The Black Bear Court House is on Main Street, Black Bear Mountain Village, opposite the Sherif's Office and lock up. 

At nine-thirty Senior Warden Al Mazzard and Warden Maximilian Rodriguez escorted Mr. and Mrs. H. A. Kaiser and their daughter Juliette from the lock up, across the road, and up the broad steps, between the two early breech-loading rifled cannons, into the pre-civil war building. Inside they sat in a paneled "dock" and waited for Judge Jensen to finish his breakfast and declare the court in session.

Hack tried to say something to his wife and daughter, who he had not seen since their Ford slid off the trail the day before, but Max told him, "No fucking talking." Max hit him in the kidneys with a short night-stick he carried to reinforce the prohibition. Hack was wearing the same sack-like denim dress as the women. 

The policewoman, who had been on duty when Al brought him in and charged him, had told him to strip for a full body-search. She had made him touch his toes and poked two fingers up his ass. The pressure triggered an involuntary erection and the policewoman commented, disparagingly, about its size. Hack had told her that he had been humiliated and would complain to the judge. 

She had smiled at him briefly then kicked his legs from under him. As he lay stunned on the floor of the Sherif's office, the woman forced her night-stick between the cheeks of his tightly clenched ass had grabbed him by the balls. Hack suffered an agonizing few minutes protecting his virginity before the policewoman, with a laugh, let go of him. 

She said, "You be glad you still got your balls, mister. Any more talk of humiliation and I'll rip them off."

When Hack's eyes had stopped streaming and he was again on his feet, she had given Hack a small blue sack dress to put on. It barely covered his rump. The policewoman had told him not to complain or she, Asa Lincoln, or one of the other officers, would ram a night-stick up his "fucking fundament." Without his underpants Hack decided not to test her resolve and spent the night in his cell in silence.

In the dock neither Fiona nor Juliette tried to communicate with him or with each other. They had been told they risked a beating, or worse, if they talked. Their night in the uncomfortable lock up had left them both tired and irritable. 

Juliette had demonstrated her newfound skill at cunnilingus to Senior Warden Asa Lincoln's satisfaction. As a result, the dark-skinned officer told the teenager she believed the story Juliette and her mother had told. She warned the young woman, however, to say nothing about what she had been made to do by the arresting officers. 

"It won't do you or your momma any damn good," she said. "Just give Jensen an excuse for a sermon and a reason for locking you up for a long time." Before Asa could explain further Al arrived with Hack and Asa returned to her duty at the desk. 

Asa's replacement at midnight had been a young male officer who, in his own words, was a "a big-tit man." He spent the early part of his watch admiring Fiona's breasts. They invited inspection as they strained against the coarse blue cotton of the blue sack dress she had been given to wear. His hungry gaze though the cell door made her uncomfortable and she feared he might take advantage of her if she slept. The thought he might come into her cell and molest her during the night alarmed her but also induced a shameful feeling that, if he did, her body might again betray her into yet another sexual climax. She stayed awake most of the night.

Judge Jensen a wiry-haired, bearded, little man arrived promptly at ten. A few interested spectators had filed into the courtroom and stood, respectfully, when the judge took his position  behind an imposing ornately carved desk at the front of the court. The judge glared at the three accused. He peered over his steel-framed glasses at Hack.

"I understand you own property in the Black Bear Mountain Precinct. Is that correct Mr" Jensen consulted a file already placed on the desk "Kaiser?"

Hack stood. "Yes," he said.

"You mean, 'yes, sir', Mr. Kaiser. Here on Black Bear Mountain we show respect for the bench."

"Yes, sir," amended Hack.

"You bought the old cabin on the Eldorado site from Mr. Thiler. That correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you are entitled to all the privileges and penalties associated with being a landholder in the Black Bear Special Precinct. Said privileges, etcetera, include the acceptance of any and all summary findings, orders, awards and corrective or coercive remedies, etcetera, as may be directed by the Black Bear Precinct Court, such summary findings, etcetera, taking precedence over state or national laws. Do you understand?"

"Er " Hack began.

"Good. Let's hear the charges."

"Do I get a lawyer?" blurted Hack.

"Sir!" admonished the judge. The reprimand was accompanied by a tap from Max's night stick, now thrust between Hack's legs from the rear.

"Sir," said Hack.

"No. No lawyer. Black Bear Special Precinct Edict number 254. Landholders are expected to conduct their own defense. Officer, read the charges."

Al read a list of alleged crimes starting with damage to the drainage ditch into which Hack's clumsy vehicle had slid. The charges included breaking a number of saplings Hack and his "womenfolk" had uprooted to put under the vehicle's wildly spinning wheels in a vain attempt and get it out of the ditch. The recital of damage to the environment was followed by an allegation of a wild attack on the Black Bear Mountain Police and Environmental Authority patrol officers, as they proceeded about their routine duties and the subsequent discovery of a quantity of cocaine on Kaiser's person following his forcible restraint. The women were accused of being "accessories before and after the fact and using abusive language to said patrol officers when questioned." When Al had finished reading the indictment Judge Jensen glared at Hack.

"Well? How do you plead?" he barked.

Hack was speechless.

"I can't abide drug suppliers, dykes, faggots and folk who fuck family. Why is the prisoner wearing that cockamamie frock?"

"I understand the lock up was out of clean coveralls, Judge," said Al smoothly. "It does look kinda   queer."

There was subdued laughter from the growing number of spectators in the body of the courthouse. Judge Jensen used his gavel once and order was restored. Hack took a breath and was about to tell the Judge just why he was dressed in such a humiliating manner when he felt a tap on the underside of his balls from Max's night stick. 

The big policeman whispered, "Not a word. Or we tell the judge 'bout your 'cigars'. He'll hang you."

"Well?" demanded the judge. "Guilty or not guilty?"

"G  guilty, sir," stammered Hack. Fiona glared at him. She could not believe he would cave in without a fight.

"You pleading guilty too, Mrs. Kaiser?" said Judge Jensen.

"No, I am not!' Fiona said. "These two officers attacked my husband without any provocation. They rendered him unconscious and locked him up in their wagon so they could rape me and my daughter."

There was a murmur of interest from the spectators and Judge Jensen banged his gavel twice to restore a respectful silence. He glared at Fiona over his glasses.

"You saying you was raped, lady?" said the judge.

"Yes, sir, I am. They drove us to our new cabin by the Eldorado mine and stripped and raped me and my daughter."

Jensen sighed. He shook his head. "Why is it that you city folk think that all you have to do to avoid prosecution for all and every misdemeanor is to holler, 'rape'?" He switched his gaze to Hack. 

"Mr. Kaiser, did you see these officers rape your wife?"

"No, sir," mumbled Hack. "But  " 

The Judge did not allow Hack to continue."Is the lock up duty-officer present in the court?"

"Yes, judge," said Asa Lincoln from the public benches. "Off duty now. Do you want me in the witness box?"

"No need, officer Lincoln. I can hear you good from where you are. Did you examine the accused last night?"

"Yes," Asa said. "Mrs. Kaiser said she'd been raped but, judge, there were no indications she had been. No semen, no bruising, nothing like that. Same with her daughter. I spoke to her afterwards and warned her about the dangers of making that sort of accusation. I think she got the message." Asa glared at Juliette.

"I hope so. I'm sick and tired of having to listen to slander being trotted out every time our officers bring in some female miscreant. It happened last year. Same sort of thing. Wild claims of assault by an incestuous bunch of ecoterrorists. You, girl, are you like that too, eh? Sleep with your Daddy, do you?" The question was directed at Juliette who merely shook her head and dissolved into tears.

"Well, it didn't work then and it won't work now. I've had a bellyful of you city folk coming to Black Bear Mountain and trying to besmirch the name of our police and environment officers. I find you all guilty as charged and sentence you to seven days community service," thundered Judge Jensen. 

There was a smattering of applause from the public benches. 

"The women can serve their time working for the country club. Mr. Kaiser can make himself useful with Black Bear Products. Officers, cuff the prisoners and take them to the lock up until they can be collected by the appropriate supervising officials." Jensen banged his gavel twice. "Any more business?" he asked. "No? Then this court is now closed."

***
The Kaiser family did not have to wait in the lock up for more than half an hour. During this time Fiona told her husband, in blunt language, what she thought of his pusillanimous attitude
and berated her daughter for not backing up her account of their rape. Fiona said Juliette should have given the court a truthful account of what the two of them had been made to endure. Hack, sensibly, said very little. Juliette took refuge in tears.

The official from Black Bear Products was the first to arrive to collect his latest employee. He was a huge barrel of a man with long, greasy, black hair and beard. His black jeans were tucked into rubberized jackboots. He wore a black tee shirt inscribed "Beast Master -BBP" and carried a plaited leather whip. Before Hack was uncuffed and released to the official's custody, he asked his escort to get him dungarees or his own trousers from the lock up to replace the embarrassing blue frock he had been made to wear. The big man merely laughed and cracked his whip. Hack, still dressed in the humiliating outfit provided by the vindictive Asa, was led away.

Shortly afterwards, Fiona and Juliette were collected by a tall redheaded woman who smiled sweetly as she ushered them to a waiting, chauffeur-driven, limo. She introduced herself as Magda Oldfield, manageress of the Black Bear Mountain Country Club. Magda joined them in the rear compartment. She sat opposite Fiona and Juliette and smiled with her mouth. Her eyes were grey and stony. Fiona thought she looked something like an air hostess from an old 1980s movie in her smart black and gold uniform with matching hat, bag and shiny leather high-heeled boots.

"Are you going to keep us in handcuffs?" said Fiona as the limo drew away from the lock up. Magda, did not reply straight away. Still smiling, she reached into her leather hand bag and produced a shiny metal cylinder. It could have been a small torch.

"The first rule for prisoners sentenced to community service is to speak only when spoken to," said Magda as she uncapped the cylinder to expose two blunt metal spikes.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?" asked Fiona.

"You weren't" said Magda. She leaned forward and tugged the short sleeve of Fiona's dress down her arm. Fiona's right nipple was exposed. Without hesitation Magda pressed the cylinder against Fiona's breast. The exposed nipple was squeezed between the two metal spikes.

"What  " Fiona began then, as Magda pressed a button on the side of the cylinder, the blonde woman screamed in agony, jerked like a shaken rag doll, stiffened and collapsed across her daughter's lap.

Juliette's eyes were wide with horror as she looked from her mother's sweat-beaded face to Magda's steely smile.

"It's a tasar. High voltage. Very painful. No real damage unless your mother has a weak heart. Does she?"

"No," whispered Juliette.

"Good," said Magda. "Sit up, Fiona, and I'll tell you how to avoid being punished again." 

Fiona struggled to sit up. The pain of the electric shock was fresh in her memory.

"It's simple. Obey the rules. You know the first rule, don't you?"

Fiona nodded.

"Well?" said Magda holding the miniature cattle prod as if she was about to use it again.

"Speak only when spoken to," croaked Fiona.

Magda nodded. She reached forward with the tasar and gave Fiona's nipple another, milder, shock. Fiona screamed again but did not collapse.

"When you address either a member of staff or a client you will always be polite. My name, which I told you earlier, is Oldfield. So, Fiona, you will address me as either Mrs. Oldfield or, as I prefer, 'Madam'. Failure to do so will result in summary punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes   Madam," said Fiona.

"Good, the second rule is to obey, instantly, any order given by a member of staff. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Madam," said Fiona. 

"Good," said Magda, "In that case we'll get along quite splendidly. Your nine days community service will soon be just a memory."

"Nine days!" blurted Fiona, "But  " She stopped talking but it was too late.

Magda tugged the front of Fiona's dress to expose the blonde's left nipple and quite slowly pressed the metal prongs into the plum-colored aureola.

"You forgot the first rule?" she smiled.

"Yes, Madam," whispered Fiona. She trembled in anticipation of another shock. 

"I'm no lawyer," said Magda as she toyed with the silver cylinder. She pushed it into Fiona's bulging breast. "So I can't quote you chapter and verse from the exact ordinance but the Black Bear Special Precinct laws state that should a person undergoing community service fail to satisfy the supervising authority that's me, Fiona a day's additional service shall be automatically added to said person's sentence. You've failed to satisfy me three times during this short drive and you have been, and will be, punished accordingly." Magda gunned the tasar and smiled more broadly as Fiona screamed and jerked in agony.

"So it's now ten days community service, Fiona," said Magda but Fiona had lapsed into unconsciousness as the limo drove through the wrought iron gates of the Black Bear Mountain Country Club.

To be continued.

