Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

3,037 words

Chapter 9

Fiona stood up and carefully eased her thin white panties over her striped rump. Mad Magda, whip in hand, grinned at her, happy with a job well done.. 

"Get back to your duties, whore. But first apologize to the guest you insulted," she said.

Fiona glared at the madam but said nothing as she stepped down from the low stage and made her way to where her husband sat. He was tense and white-faced, perched between Adolf Thiler, at the head of the table, and Zelda, Hack's dominating mistress.

"I  I'm sorry, Sir," she said. That you are a treacherous gutless bastard, she thought. Hack swallowed and nodded acceptance. Juliette watched her mother's humiliation with growing anger.

The trio of naked musicians reassembled and began a wavering out-of-tune classical piece. The flautist found it difficult to play with a dry mouth. They looked scared after the brief flurry of violence. The guards, on the sides of the stage regarded them lasciviously. One fingered the bulge in his codpiece suggestively. Fiona guessed they were to be part of the sexual "entertainment" planned for later and wondered if the musicians knew.

Fiona recovered her decanter and continued to pour sherry. First she served Zelda who took the opportunity to spitefully claw the sex-slave's tender rump.

"He's mine, now," Zelda hissed.

The Beast Master whispered he'd been looking forward to a session with the famous Kaiser women and he was going to give Fiona the fucking of her life-time before the night was out. He ripped the thin fabric of her knickers in order to explore her tender twat with one of his massive calloused paws. 

Magda merely smiled and nodded and placed her electronic prod on her side plate next to the riding crop she had just used.

Fish followed soup. Fiona and Juliette served Riesling. The dinner guests grew bolder with each glass of wine. Smoked chicken breast was accompanied by a fruity Chardonnay. Toby Jugg, the vet, clumsily ripped Juliette's short skirt and bodice off her back as he attempted to nibble one of her pinched and swollen nipples. At Adolf's suggestion Hack removed his wife's maid's outfit to match, said Thiler, "Your lovely daughter's enticing nudity." Hack managed to undress Fiona without touching her flesh. When he had finished Fiona was wearing only her maid's linen cap, black scarlet-gartered stockings, and shiny black high-heeled pumps. She risked giving him a look of utter contempt before swaggering to the buffet to collect another bottle of wine.

When the waiters served the meat course the humiliation of the Kaiser women continued. Irma used a candle from one of the elaborate candelabra to penetrate Juliette's tight little anal sphincter just as the young woman was pouring a rich red Burgundy. Some wine spilled on Irma's dress and she demanded that, "the clumsy little trollop be punished immediately." Magda was happy to oblige and, once again, the musicians moved aside so the diners could enjoy the sight of Juliette, on stage, as naked as her mother, being bent over the central chair to receive the same punishment Fiona had already endured. 

Juliette was not as stoical as Fiona and screamed loudly as each blow raise a bloody welt on her tender backside. As Juliette returned, weeping, to her duties, and the trio once more attended to their music, Adolf beckoned Fiona to his side. He fondled her naked, lividly-marked, buttocks and stroked her smooth belly and groin.

"You are a lucky man, Hack Kaiser, to have been married to this sex-bomb," he said to his potential recruit. "How long was it?"

"Twenty years, sir," quavered Hack.

"I'll bet you fucked her every night and twice on Sundays, eh?" Adolf laughed loudly. The other diners guessed some new torment was about to be heaped on the blonde "maid". Conversation dwindled as they kept an eye on the head of the table.

Not since our honeymoon and never on Sundays you creep.

"Er well," began Hack. Adolf interrupted him.

"No need to be modest, Hack. How does she suck? Like a demented vacuum cleaner, I'll bet?

He wouldn't know. He never even asked me once. Your fucking Cunty Club members taught me all the tricks I know of that trade, asshole.

Hack was unable to answer. He shrugged with embarrassment.

"You wouldn't mind if she showed us how good she is? You'd be happy for her to give me a blow job?" Adolf fixed Hack with a glare from his fierce blue eyes.

"A blow job?  You mean now?" Hack stammered.

Adolf unzipped his fly and his tumescent cock flopped onto his thigh. "Sure. Now. She is still your wife so I wouldn't have her do it without your say so, Hack. Tell me. You won't object to me publicly fucking your wife's face?

Tell him 'No' you coward.

"No," croaked Hack.

"Good," said Adolf, taking the negative to mean Hack wouldn't object. "Magda, may we have some suitable music. Something with a bit of bounce."

"Yes. Sir." said Magda. The trio paused, consulted, then began a cheery polka, only slightly off key.

"So, get on your knees Fiona," said Adolf. As the blonde sank to her knees between the trousered legs of her principal jailer he muttered, "One hint of teeth and I cut your daughter's throat, understand?"

Fiona nodded. Adolf pumped his thickening tool and bent to kiss her on the lips. As he finished he murmured,"Don't you wish you had been less prudish when we first met, Fiona. All this need not have happened." His voice was too low to be heard by anyone apart from the near naked woman now crouched at his feet.

Bullshit

Fiona took Thiler's growing member between her palms. She blew softly on the pink tip of Adolf's helmeted cock. She glanced to her right and saw that her husband had leant forward. He and his mistress had a clear view of her head and Adolf's groin. She couldn't interpret Hack's expression. Was it horror? Lust? Envy? She saw Zelda reach between Hack's legs and squeeze a tell-tale bulge along the inside leg of his dress trousers.

Lust, then. You're welcome to him, kid. He's not worth a tinker's dam.

"Now!" said Thiler and Fiona surged onto his erection. Her lips and tongue moistly palpated the head of his still growing cock as her hands skillfully stroked and massaged the exposed shaft. As Fiona did her utmost to bring her tormentor to a swift climax her husband stared in disbelief.

"Oh. Oh. That's good!" panted Thiler grinning cruelly at Hack.

Fiona eased Adolf's scrotum through the open fly of his pants. Her left hand stroked the hairy sack and manipulated his fat testes. Her right pumped his thick veined shaft while her lips and tongue played on the most sensitive part of her captor's prick.

 Some diners left their seats and applauded as their host began to moan and gasp in ecstasy.
They clapped in time to Fiona's bobbing head and wildly swinging tits. The tempo grew faster and Adolf grabbed her blonde head and pressed it to him as he came in Fiona's mouth.

***

"Well that was pretty quick," said Irma leaning over her husband's shoulder to observe Fiona's cum streaked mouth. "She swallow most of the gism?"

Adolf nodded.

"Don't worry, dear, It's not really fattening," she smiled at Fiona. "But you've given me an idea. Later we'll have a race. Mother versus daughter. The young whore can blow Toby and Bruce while Fiona does her husband and our revered Beast Master. What do you think?" 

"Why not include the women?" said Maria. "They like oral sex too."

"So they do, young lady," she said her eyes narrowing. "Change places with your boy-friend and you can show me during the dessert course."

Maria laughed nervously but when the diners resumed their seats Toby made sure she sat next to Irma and waited for the boss's wife to make her pleasure known.

Dessert was served with a sweet Graves. Maria disappeared beneath the table before she was served with the confection and emerged twenty minutes later as cheese and biscuits were being put on the table. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick smudged. Toby gave her an encouraging smile and patted her shoulder. Maria flinched. 

Fiona and Juliette circulated Port and Madeira. By the end of the dinner the guests were drunk enough to have lost any sexual inhibitions they may have had. Bruce's girl-friend was almost comatose but pawed ineffectually at the pilot's groin. Even Hack, who had tried hard to remain sober, was feeling the effects of too much alcohol.

At a signal from Magda the musical trio stopped playing and stood up to take a bow. They were three attractive women clearly still unused to being naked in public. They smiled nervously at their small audience. The dinner guests applauded politely as the musicians dipped from the waist their breasts swinging freely. Three footmen joined them on stage and took their chairs and instruments before returning. Another three positioned themselves behind the bowing mussos. Fiona and the diners could see, what the nervous performers could not, that the men had removed their cod-pieces and were all massively erect.

The pack rape was conducted to the recorded strains of "The Thieving Magpie" played on a Moog synthesizer. Some attempt had been made to choreograph the men's movements but the women were tossed from one to the other like rag dolls. Their unrehearsed screams were more often than not muted by a thick cock rammed into an open mouth or a colleague's pussy being squashed onto a tear-streaked face. The men showed considerable self control. Only at the end of the performance, when the chaotic dance had resolved into a static grouping where each of the three women was fellating one of the footmen while being brutally sodomized by another, that the men came, noisily, one by one.

 Shades of "The Clockwork Orange", thought Fiona. She was ashamed to admit the violent act had excited her. She had to resist the urge to finger her rapidly moistening pussy as she watched the cellist carried off the stage seemingly insensible but still twitching in the throes of orgasm. 

I'm not the only freak in the circus, she thought, as the applause faded away.

***

"Coffee and liqueurs will be served in the ante-room while the stage is reset for the next act,"
announced Magda. The guests rose unsteadily and made their way through the double-doors to the anteroom. The footmen returned and busied themselves rearranging the dining room. Magda told Fiona and Juliette to stick close to her. As the guests settled themselves in the ante-room the Kaiser women followed the madam into the richly paneled chamber. When everyone had drinks and coffee, Adolf stood up and said, "May I have your attention please." There was immediate silence.

"As you all know," he began, "I ask for proof of commitment for any newcomer seeking an appointment as an officer of the Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct executive. Generally evidence of a major crime, committed but not detected, is sufficient. This ensures loyalty and puts us all in the same boat, as it were."

There was a murmur of agreement from the well-fed guests.

"Tonight it's Hack Kaiser's turn to show his commitment to our community. Tonight Hack will commit a crime I understand still carries the death penalty in his home state."

Hack sat up suddenly in his well upholstered leather chair. His coffee spilled onto the thick pile carpet.

"I will?" Hack squeaked.

"You will, Hack," smiled Adolf. "Or go back to shoveling bear shit. Bring the whores to me, Magda."

Magda, prod in hand, pushed Fiona and her daughter to where Adolf stood next to Hack. The financier stood up. He looked at his prospective boss.

"What?" Hack croaked. "What do you want me to do?"

"Why Hack, I want you to rape your daughter, both vaginally and anally. Incest, rape and sodomy  recorded and witnessed should be enough to keep you loyal to the cause. I thought of having you strangle her as well, but she and her mother have some milage left before we do anything so final."

"Give him a piglet, whore!" ordered Magda as she pressed the electronic prod between the cheeks of Fiona's ass. Fiona, horrified, braced herself to resist but Juliette, as before, saved her mother from the near lethal shock Mad Magda planned to deliver.

"Just do it," she whispered. She turned to face her mother. They both knelt and Juliette remained still as Fiona wrapped her arms around her daughter's hips and used gentle fingers  to open her cunt for Hack's convenience.

"The cameras are all functioning, sir," reported Magda. "The visual record should be most entertaining."

"I I can't " stammered Hack.

"Yes you bloody well can," insisted Zelda as she pushed herself forward to stand behind him "Even if I have to shove something up your ass."  She reached around him and unzipped his fly. His cock flipped out, already stiff and growing. Zelda grabbed at the swelling erection and jerked Hack to his knees between his daughter's legs. Zelda would have tried to force his impressive stiffy into the open vagina but Adolf stopped her.

"Let him go, Zelda," said Adolf. "This is something he has to do himself. But quickly, Hack, we haven't got all night."

Hack sobbed. He slowly inched forward until the tip of his penis touched his wife's fingers as he entered Juliette's opened pussy. Then, with a wild yell of "God forgive me!" he thrust deep inside her and fucked her with fierce unrestrained thrusts. Juliette tried hard to endure the assault and to look calm but could not. As Hack pounded away to the ribald applause and smart-ass comments of his fellow guests she started to weep. Before he came Hack recalled his instructions and, trying not to look at Fiona who was, at Magda's insistence, now holding her daughter's ass cheeks apart, withdrew from Juliette's wet cunt and thrust his well lubricated cock into his daughter's fundament. The young woman's tears streamed down her cheeks and her sobs grew louder as Hack, with growing excitement, drove in and out of this tighter orifice with ever increasing vigor.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," he cried as he neared his climax. Hack withdrew before he came. His juices spurted onto Juliette's back and Fiona's hands. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled as he struggled to his feet. Zelda took his arm and led him back to his chair.

***
"Magda tells me we have some time before the stage is ready for the next act," said Adolf. "So if any of you would like to let off a little steam with the Kaiser women please feel free to help yourselves."

Toby Jugg was the first to react. He dragged the weeping Juliette out of her mother's arms and tossed her to his blonde partner. Maria was sprawled, legs apart, in one of the leather arm chairs. She caught the stumbling teenager and held her tightly while Toby struggled tipsily to get his trousers off.

"What you're gonna do, Honey Bun," Maria said, "is go down on me while Tobe butt-fucks you. Okay? I hear you're really good with the old cunny lingus."

Juliette didn't reply. She stopped weeping and tried hard to become resigned to another night of debauchery. Another like so many since her arrival on Black bear Mountain.

"Okay," said Toby as he waved his swollen cock. He had remembered to take his shoes off and the trousers no longer posed a problem. "Get your head up her skirt, Kid, and your ass in the air. Here comes the Toby Juggernaut."

When Toby wrenched Juliette out of her arms Fiona had felt an overwhelming wave of blind rage. Before she could do anything rash she felt the Beast Master's calloused hands under her tits. He lifted her up off the carpet and carried her effortlessly to one of the large sofas. Fiona didn't struggle as he dropped her onto the soft leather. She lay unmoving and supine as he unzipped his fly. His cock was as big as Max's, the "policeman" who had raped her on her first night on the mountain. Fiona trembled with a mixture of fear and suppressed desire. It was, she knew now, only a question of time before this ugly giant brought her to another, shameful, screaming climax. She spread her legs and bent her knees in surrender. "Please ," she said before he crushed her into the leather cushions and filled her slippery cunt with hard, hot, meat.

***
The dining table had been pushed against the wall and comfortable chairs and small tables had been arranged in front of the stage when the dinner guests were eventually shepherded back into the dining room. A large metal cage had been erected on the stage. A sturdy wooden saw horse sat in the middle of the cage. Leather straps and pads attached to the saw-horse suggested it was not intended for carpentry. 

Irma had claimed Fiona after she had climaxed noisily impaled by the Beast Master's huge cock. The prisoner had fucked him back. She had thrust  her pelvis hard against the big man's hips as he flooded her womb with jets of warm sperm. The first lady of Black Bear Mountain put a choke-collar around Fiona's neck and led the naked and ashamed prisoner into the dining room. As Irma took her seat on her husband's left, she smiled to see Adolf had Juliette on his knee. She saw he had already inserted his rigid cock into Juliette's asshole and was slowly bouncing the young woman up and down in a leisurely but penetrating manner while he chatted amiably with the girl's father. To his right Hack was trying to ignore the continued abuse of his daughter by fondling Zelda's small breasts as she masturbated his flaccid cock. 

The lights dimmed and a recorded drum roll foreshadowed the next act. Irma made Fiona kneel between her stockinged thighs and use her tongue while her captor sat back to enjoy the show.

To be concluded







