Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

2,462 words

Chapter 1 

Al saw they were mother and daughter straight away. They were spot-lit in the beam of his powerful torch. At the thought of what he could no, would do to them his cock began to swell.

They had the same straw-colored hair, the same cornflower-blue eyes and the same long, shapely, stretch-denim wrapped legs. Momma had bigger, rounder, boobs and broader hips. She was a few inches taller than her kid and a few pounds heavier. The rain had soaked them both. Momma would have won the wet tee-shirt competition, had they been holding one on Black Bear Mountain that night. Her pale, blue veined, melons supported by a white broderie-anglais bra, were visible through the saturated cotton. Her daughter's full but firmer, unsupported tits with their pink button nipples giving quotation marks to the slogan, "Jesus Loves Me" would have run her a close second.

Al smiled. He said, "It's a while since I had a mother and her very little daughter. This must be my lucky day." 

"Please,"  said Momma, "Don't hurt us. There's money and cards in my pocket book, and  "

"Lady, shut up," he said to her. He had a firm grip on Momma's arm with one hand and her daughter's wrist with the other. The rain didn't bother Al or his sidekick. Their black, hooded, oilskin coats and rubberized jackboots kept them relatively warm and dry.

They had stopped when they saw the two women shivering in their wet tee-shirts and one mud-covered exhausted man trying to coax the Ford out of the shallow ditch bordering the forest. The situation was not what they had expected but in many ways it made their task easier.

The driver of the bogged Ford All Terrain Vehicle now lay, face-down, on the wet, muddy, road. The road was an unmade but graded track through the pine forest that grew on the north flank of Black Bear Mountain. He wasn't moving. The scene was lit by the dipped headlights of Al's auto.

Al said to his colleague, who was standing over the unconscious form of the driver, "What's in his pockets?"

Al's big off sider grunted as he knelt and then bent over his belly to search the prostrate figure. 

"Wallet, keys, handkerchief, coins. Packet of condoms."

"We won't need those, will we?" asked Al, cheerfully.

The older woman again begged, "Please don't  " but Al interrupted her.

"What's in the guy's wallet?"

"Notes. 'Bout $500. Cards. 'Bout a dozen. American Express Gold. Few packets of white powder."

"Don't get them packets wet, Max, you hear?"

"I ain't that stupid, Al. Hey, passport and driver's licence in his hip pocket." 

"What's it say?"

"Henry Ainslie Kaiser," Max read. "Consultant."

"Your husband? Her daddy? That right?" said Al. The question was addressed to Momma now shivering with the cold. She was ankle deep in the flooded roadway. She nodded.

"We call him 'Hack'. I'm Fiona Kaiser. She's my daughter, Juliette. Please don't hurt us. Is he  d d ?"

"Dead? Nah. Takes more than a tap on the head to kill a thick-skulled citizen like Henry here. Where the fuck were you going at this time of night in this god-damned weather? Who the fuck was he going to consult with?"

"We we've bought a cabin in the hills. A holiday home. We got lost."

"A cabin? Where?"

"South of Black Bear Mountain Village. Eldorado, it's called. It's an old gold mine. We were trying to find it when we slid off the track. We'd been trying to get out of the mud for three hours when you came by. He, Hack, thought you would help us "

"Yeah. Well, we all make mistakes."

"What d'you want me to do with him, Al?" asked Max. He knelt by the unconscious figure. He grinned up at the three people standing in the rain. "I could break his neck. No problem. Make it look like it happened when he slid off the laterite and into the woods. Same with the women after we fuck 'em, o'course."
						
"No!" screamed Fiona. Al grinned. There was a sudden squall of wind and a flurry of heavier rain drops. Juliette started to weep.

"I got a better idea," said Al. "Don't mind ol' Max. He's got a weird sense of humor."

He turned to face Max. "These good folk are from the city," he said. "I guess they are the 'investors' we was told about, who bought the shack by the old Eldorado mine. Weren't your cousin Aaron getting good money for doing up the old cabin on the  place?"

Max nodded. Water splashed from his black oilskin hood. Hack groaned and tried to rise, Max hit him with a rabbit punch and pushed him back down into the mud.

"See, city folk bring wealth and employment to us country bumpkins," Al lectured. "So it would be wrong to do what you are suggesting, Maximilian. Hell, I bet these folk came here to view their 'investment'. Maybe pick up a nugget or two. They are on vacation. They need to rest a while in the fresh country air." He turned to Fiona. "Ain't that right?"

The woman didn't know how to respond. She stared at the big black-clad man.

Another rain squall slashed down through the trees on each side of the track.

"I say we take them to the old Eldorado mine. Help them settle in to their new holiday cabin. Despite what they done. We'll show them a real good time."

Max grinned broadly. "You're the boss," he said.

"Okay," Al smiled. "Toss that no-good sack of consulting shit in the back of our truck. Then fix the winch cable to the front of the Ford. Let me know when you're ready to pull us out."

"Sure, Boss. Are you gonna drive the Ford?"

"Yeah. Useless heap of crap that it is. You go ahead when you've pulled us out. I'll be okay once we're free. Light the fire. Get things ready for when I bring Mrs Kaiser and her daughter in from the rain."

Max dragged the unconscious Hack Kaiser to the back of the white four-wheel drive vehicle he and Al had been driving when they came across the accident and threw him into the back of the vehicle. 

Al pushed the two women into the back seat of the Ford. Mother and daughter needed no encouragement to scramble into the dry interior of their auto. He cuffed them separately to the grab handles inside the car. Within minutes both vehicles were on the road and heading north.

***

The journey seemed endless to Fiona and Juliette. During the early part of the ride Al was quiet as he skillfully manoeuvred the underpowered vehicle along the treacherously slippery wet track. As he grew more confident he began to talk.

"How old are you, kid?" he said to Juliette.

"Eighteen," she mumbled.

"Really? Your Momma must have pupped young. That right, Fiona?"

The Ford slithered slowly sideways as Al steered the auto around a sharp bend.

"Please. What are you going to do when we get to the cabin?" said Fiona, avoiding the question.

"Why, Fiona, sweetheart," he said sounding surprised. "We're gonna show you a real Black Bear Mountain Welcome. How d'you like it? Straight or up the ass?"

"Oh, God," Fiona moaned. Al laughed.

"First, I think I'm gonna have you strip naked. That's you and your kid, both. Then I'm gonna have you to get down on the bearskin rug in front of the big fireplace on your hands and knees. You'll be warm and dry. But not too dry where it counts, I hope. That's where I'll fuck you real slow."

"You're disgusting."

"Yeah. Little Julie here can lick my balls while I'm about it. Get a close-up of the action and a taste of man-juice before Max nails her dainty ass to the cabin floor."

"Oh. God."

"That's just for openers. Later we'll get real fancy. You tongued a scrotum before, Julie?"

The teenage girl remained silent.

"Answer me you spoilt little brat or I'll stop the car, drag you onto the hood and ram my dick up your prissy ass here and now," Al growled fiercely. "I asked you if you'd ever licked a hairy ball-bag before. Have you?"

"No!" Juliette screamed.

"Nor me," said Al conversationally. "I'm told you gotta be careful not to get the hairs caught between your teeth. Heh, heh." 

Al stopped talking for a while as he manoeuvred the Ford around a small fallen sapling

"Heh, Julie," Al said once the vehicle was back on the rain soaked track and climbing through  the woods again. "You a virgin? "

"Leave the girl alone," snapped Fiona.

"Let her answer, Fiona. Still got your cherry, kid?"

Juliette shook her head. Al saw her tear-stained face in the rear-view mirror and grinned.

"Who popped it, kid? Some spotty boy with a cock like a weenie behind the bike shed?"

Juliette remained silent.

"Or maybe Daddy crept into your room and did some 'consulting'?"

"Stop it. Stop it," sobbed Fiona.

Al laughed but was quiet for a while as he wrestled the vehicle up a steep pitch of the slippery trail. The pine trees flanking the road were smaller and further apart than before.

"The last time Max and me had a mother and daughter the kid was a virgin," Al mused. "Penny, she was called. Younger'n you I'd guess, Julie. Skinnier anyway, with smaller tits. Didn't worry Max any, her being a virgin. She didn't bleed much. Cried a bit. Her Momma made more noise than the kid until I rammed my dick down her fucking throat."

Al again shut up as he negotiated the vehicle over a stream of water flowing across the trail. When he resumed his verbal assault on his captives' sensibilities the woods were even thinner than before and the surface of the track was smoother and less steep. The sky seemed less dark.

 "I'll bet you've sucked dick, haven't you, Fiona, eh?"

Fiona said nothing.

"How about you Julie?"

"No." Her voice was a subdued squeak.

"Well you will tonight, sweethearts. Mine, Max's donkey walloper and, if we're feeling generous, Daddy's little girl can suck Daddy's little dick."

"You're disgusting," hissed Fiona.

"Yeah. That's what Penny's Mom said when her little girl milked her Daddy like a ten-dollar whore."

Fiona was horrified and remained silent as Al concentrated on keeping the Ford on the slippery trail.

"What happened to them?" said Juliette in a frightened whisper.

Al grinned. "They was city slickers, like you. Not so well heeled. The three of them were camping illegally, at Heron Ponds about ten miles from here, when we came across their camp site. Three little tents. All the right gear. Friendly family. Momma had nice tits more or less covered by a halter top and legs right up to her ass. She was wearing cut off jeans that could have been painted onto her sweet round rump. A bit like yours, Fiona."

"What  what did you do to them?" Fiona said.

"They gave us breakfast, bacon, beans, eggs and real good coffee. We chatted about the weather and the fishing. It was real nice before Max stood up and unzipped his fly. You should have seen their faces. He's got a dong like King fucking Kong. 'Which of you cunts is gonna give me a blow job?' he says. Daddy got all excited until I hit him with a stick. Folded like a squeeze box."

"You killed him?" squeaked Juliette.

"Nah. Just put him to sleep for a while. We told Penny and her Mom, Jennifer, to strip and, when they had done that, to undress Daddy. They were reluctant at first but we soon persuaded them to do as they were told. There's nothing like a ass whipping to get cooperation," Al said.

"When they was all naked Max tied the man to a big, fallen log the campers had used as a bench by their fire. He was a big guy with a good covering of flesh. Max tied him face up.  'He'll make a better bed than those foam rubber mats in your tents,' says Max. And he was right. I fucked Jennifer as she bounced on her husband's belly and Max screwed Penny on his chest. The stupid bastard came to in time to see his kid lose her cherry."

Al changed down a gear to enable the Ford climb a slightly steeper gradient.

"What happened then, after " Fiona asked, fascinated despite the horrific nature of the story.

"After that?" said Al, deliberately misunderstanding Fiona's question. "Well it was a nice warm day and Max and me had nothing better to do so we took the girls for a swim. Then we ass fucked them both. We used Daddy's spreadeagled body as a mattress again."

"Oh, God," sobbed Fiona.

"Yeah. It was good. I forced my cock up little Penny's ass while Max pulled her Momma onto his big dick. They screamed and yelled like mad things. So did Daddy. You wouldn't believe it, but the dirty sod got a hard on while we was buggering his womenfolk. Fucking pervert. So, when we'd had our fun, we had Penny suck her Daddy dry while Jennifer rubbed her swollen pussy all over his stupid face."

Through the rain-spattered windscreen Fiona saw faint flickering lights ahead.

"That's your cabin. Looks like Max got the fire going. Be there in a couple of minutes."

Fiona could barely make out the shape of the cabin against the darker mass of the mountain. The details became clearer as they neared their destination. The building had a verandah running all the way around. The foundations and lower courses were of local rock but most of the construction was of Black Bear Mountain pine. Logs formed the cabin walls, wooden shingles graced the roof. Max's white truck was parked by the side of the cabin.

"What happened to Penny and her parents," said Fiona. "Did you kill them?"

"Hell, no," said Al. "They were prosecuted for camping in a prohibited area and they were sentenced to a period of community service."

"But but didn't they tell the judge what you had done to them?"

"Yeah. Old Judge Jensen didn't believe a word they said. He told them camping in the park was a crime and if they went on spreading wicked lies and slanders of a disgusting sexual nature 'bout the local constabulary, he'd lock them up for a long time. He did give Daddy a few days in the cooler for contempt."

"You  you're the police?"

"Yeah," said Al as the Ford came to a halt outside the front door of the cabin."That's right."

To be continued.