Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

3,155 words

Chapter 8

"Come in, Hack," boomed Adolf Thiler from behind his polished, antique, wooden desk. He was a small, thin, man with bright blue eyes. His black hair was slicked down and parted to one side. He was clean-shaven. Had he grown a small moustache the resemblance to his anagrammatic namesake would have been complete. Adolf Thiler's office was located on the top floor of the Country Club. The whole floor was occupied by Thiler's suite of rooms. The view from the tall double-glazed windows was of ridge after ridge of fir-clad mountain slopes stretching to the horizon.

"You wait outside, Beast Mistress," he said to Zelda. "I'll call you if I need you."

Zelda nodded and closed the office door behind her leaving Hack to walk the fifteen or so paces to the imposing desk. There was no chair close enough to the desk for Hack to sit on so he stood. The financier felt foolish and vulnerable in his too short blue denim dress with its slogan, "Zelda's Bitch." Thiler was wearing a well-cut suit and silk tie. Hack cleared his throat nervously but, as he began to speak, Adolf,  the power behind the Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct, raised a hand and stopped him.

"Oh, Hack. I cannot say how sorry I was to hear you had fallen foul of the local law," he began. Adolf's voice oozed false sympathy. He sighed and shook his head ruefully.

"It was foolish of you to attack two of my most trusted and competent security officers. Why? Was it because you attempted to bring hard drugs into the Precinct? I should have warned you. They are available, of course, but only to executive officers and members of the Country Club. Rank has its privileges in the Precinct but you, Hack, had no rank whatsoever. Your womenfolk didn't help your cause, or theirs, by accusing the police of rape."

Hack started to reply, angry and anxious to put his account of the Kaiser family's first dreadful night spent on Black Bear Mountain, but he was once again silenced by an imperious wave of Adolf's carefully manicured hand.

"No matter. You have been here for several weeks and, I am reliably informed, have settled down to do the time for your crime. You have proved useful in increasing the profitability of Products Division, and have formed an, er, affectionate relationship with one of my junior executives. I know, from our earlier business association what a skilled manipulator of funds you really are. You would be much more use to me here in the headquarters where your unique skills and intimate knowledge of the international financial sector could be put to better use. I am tempted to free you, but you must first agree to join my team."

Hack could keep quiet no longer."Free me? I should never have been enslaved in the first place," he shouted. "This whole operation is illegal, crazy, un-fucking-believable!"

Adolf said, quietly, "Calm down, Hack. Or shall I have Zelda come in and bring you to heel?"

The threat worked. Hack shut his mouth.

"That's a good bitch," smiled Adolf. "You were a criminal before you came here. Don't pretend otherwise. Our deal with the cabin was, as you know, in breach of both state and federal anti corruption laws. Oh, by the way, I have, of necessity, confiscated all your property on Black Bear Mountain, cabin, car, coke. Your other, off-mountain, assets, are similarly vulnerable while you are imprisoned in the precinct. So your choices are really very limited. Join me, in an admittedly illegal operation, and keep your wealth and grow richer  or refuse and try to finish your sentence. You still have a month to serve, I see. I doubt you'd last the winter in that frock."

Hack thought quickly. Join him. Escape. Send for Fiona and Juliette. There is only one answer I can sensibly give. He's mad. Be careful. He said, "I know we cut some corners when I negotiated that transfer of funds for you and I accepted some unauthorized payments and perquisites but, Adolf, I am not that big a crook. What I have seen of the set up here is totally outside the national law. It is wildly illegal. Unconstitutional. Criminal."

Adolf looked pleased. "Yes. Yes. We have created a state within a state. But strong. If you elect to join me you will learn just how strong a community we are forging on Black Bear Mountain. And with what wide-ranging influence." Thiler sighed and looked pleased with himself.

"Well," he said, "do you accept my offer. Do you want to join my team?"

Hack nodded. Don't seem too keen or he'll suspect your sincerity.	"I guess so," he said.	

"Good," said Adolf. "You are dismissed. Go and find your mistress. Both of you report to Magda Oldfield who will allocate you temporary quarters here in the Club. You and Zelda are invited to dinner with Irma and me tonight. You have until seven to clean up and get out of that ridiculous dress."

Hack turned and started toward the door.

"Oh," said Adolf. "Before I fully welcome you to the team, I will expect a demonstration of your commitment."

"What sort of demonstration?" said Hack.

"We are, as you have so accurately observed, a criminal organization. I want to be sure you are one of us in fact as well as spirit. I want a record of you deliberately breaking the law. Committing a crime."

"What crime?" said Hack.

"I'll think of something," said Adolf and waved him out of the room.

***
An hour before lunch, the dresser fitted Fiona and Juliette with what passed for French maids' costumes.  These were topless, brief, figure-hugging black, white-collared, dresses. The very short skirts revealed transparent, white, knickers above matt black stockings. Pleated white linen caps, black neck-ribbons, crisp white aprons and high-heeled black pumps completed the Kaiser women's outfits. Rouge applied to lips and exposed nipples complemented their bright scarlet nail-varnish and garters.

"Don't worry, dearies," cackled the dresser, when Fiona pointed out her costume was too tight and Juliette's too loose. "You won't be wearing them clothes for long once the party gets going. That Adolf Thiler and his Missus like to see what they're fucking. They'll have you naked in no time flat. And if they don't, Madam Magda will. Now, you just go and get some lunch while I fit out your old friend, Tracy."

"Tracy?" said Juliette. "Is she back from the Saloon?"

The dresser nodded and looked over her shoulder. She saw Magda was occupied with the clothing racks, choosing her own outfit for the big event. In a confidential whisper she confided, "They brought her in 'specially. Her act is the latest hit with the mob in the Saloon. Her ex boyfriend's going to be at the dinner too with his latest floozie. Nasty little shit, if you ask me. Him, not her. She's just desperate. Calls herself Maria."

"Who else will be at the dinner?" asked Fiona also in a soft whisper. "Do you know?"

"That slut from the bear-park, Zelda, needed an evening dress. She's here with your hubby, Dearie. She's a randy little vixen if you ask me. The Thiler's helicopter pilot's fiancee, Kim Lee, asked if I could fix the hem on her skirt."

"Stop this gossiping," called Magda. "If you're finished with the dresser get back to your room. I'll be there shortly."

***
Magda Oldfield sat on the side of Fiona's big bed and smiled spitefully at the two Kaiser women. 

Fiona and Juliette stood at attention fearful of the wicked electronic prod Magda twirled carelessly with her fingers. It was just after lunch and her presence in their room was both unusual and unwelcome. Memories of yesterday's lesbian orgy were clear in the minds of the two prisoners. Fiona particularly had been subjected to savage treatment by both Magda and Irma Thiler. She hoped Mad Magda's visitation was not a precursor to yet another bout of sexual sadism.

"I've met your husband, Fiona. He's a guest here. I put him and his girlfriend in one of the VIPS' suites. She's not much older than Juliette. A brunette. I left them fucking in the spa-bath."

Fiona said nothing. Magda stood and unfastened her skirt. 

"Your Daddy's got a big cock, Juliette. Hasn't he?"

Juliette remained silent. Magda let her skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of the pool of black cloth. She was wearing a strap-on double-dildo. The obscenely large and knobbly projection wobbled as Magda undulated her hips.

"But not as big as this one," she snarled. "Whore," she barked at Fiona, "Get that slut of a daughter on her knees and hold her pussy open for me. I'm gonna fuck her doggy fashion."

Fiona hesitated and Magda stabbed at her with the prod. Juliette jumped in front of her mother. "Just do it," she said fearfully.

Fiona knelt on the thick pile carpet. Juliette knelt and faced her. She presented her smoothly rounded rump to the rampant madam. Fiona wrapped her arms around the young woman's hips and with gentle fingers slipped her daughter's transparent panties down her thighs. She felt for then gently parted Juliette's labia.

"Wider! Get your god-damned fingers inside her twat and stretch it!"

Fiona did as she was bid. Juliette, feeling she might tear, began to sob and squeal. 

Magda sank to her knees behind the weeping woman."That's better, remember to do as you're damn well told."

She slid the large, stiff, rubber, phallus into the proffered opening and pushed hard and deep. Juliette sobbed and began to struggle. The gossamer thin panties tore. The young woman's squeals of protest grew more shrill and louder. Magda gripped her victim's hips with talon-like hands and dragged Juliette further onto the hard rubber cock.

"Hold the piglet tight, while I spit her," Magda snarled at Juliette's mother, and proceeded to ram the thick dildo, backwards and forwards, into Juliette's tight, dry, cunt. She laughed as she cruelly abused the blonde teenager. The one-sided struggle went on for a long time until Magda appeared to enjoy a brief climax. Then she withdrew, unfastened the strap-on, eased the smaller end out of her vagina and climbed back into her skirt.
 
"That was by way of being a rehearsal for tonight," she said as she adjusted her clothes.

"Tonight, you are to attend a special private dinner party. You will be dressed as you are now as servants. You will wait at the table. At first your duties will be limited to serving the various wines. Make sure you know which wines go in which glasses and understand the correct order. I will punish any sloppiness, believe me. You are to ensure the glasses are never empty. Do you understand?"

Fiona said, "Yes, Madam."

"Good," said Magda. "Later, under the Thiler's or my direction, you will do whatever the dinner guests require. As accomplished whores this should pose no problems for either of you. The Thilers like to watch, and sometimes participate in, sexual entertainment during and after their meal. A cabaret of sorts, drawn from the best the Saloon has to offer, will perform throughout the dinner. You too may be required to participate. So if I tell you to 'give me the piglet', Whore, you will know what to do, won't you?" Said Magda.

Fiona said, "Yes Madam."

"And if I say, 'give me a sow' you, Juliette, will stretch your mother's cunt in the same way she has just done to yours. I guess she'll be a bit sore after our little session yesterday morning, but I won't mind if she screams and nor will Madam Irma. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madam," the prisoners said in a chorus.

"Good. Get those costumes repaired before this evening and God help you if you let me down."

After she had gone Fiona comforted Juliette and checked to make sure no lasting damage had been done to her daughter's genitals. Neither woman knew what the strange incident had been about but both were certain it boded no good for either of them.
									
***

Hack felt uncomfortable in his new tuxedo, soft white shirt and crisp black bow-tie. The unfamiliar feel of the clothes was the least of his concerns. He was exhausted. Zelda had sought to calm her nervousness regarding the dinner party in a daylong bout of furious sexual activity that had left him weak-kneed and bleary-eyed. He was frightened and uncertain. His host, who had been amused by Zelda's antics, as transmitted by the closed-circuit surveillance system, greeted them at the anterior door.

"Why, Zelda, my dear, you look positively radiant. What a lovely dress," said Adolf Thiler.

Zelda smiled and looked around the wood-paneled room. She had the impression of gleaming wooden sideboards and expensive leather furniture surrounding low tables, before a footman, dressed in ultra-tight black trousers and a white-silk Russian blouse, offered her a choice of aperitifs.

Through the folding doors at the end of the room she could see a highly polished table set for ten. The glossy board was set with a bewildering array of silver and crystal. Beyond the dining table, at the end of the dining-room, was a low stage on which a trio of naked women musicians was playing something vaguely classical. Doors led off the stage to both sides, each guarded by a footman. The guards were dressed like the drinks-waiter in Russian blouses and stretch black tights. The tights' detachable codpiece did nothing to hide the contents. Zelda recognized one guard as the man who had accompanied Irma to the Bear Park the day before. He grinned at her and scratched his bulging groin. She looked away.

The doors to the kitchen were set in the left-hand wall. The opposite wall was curtained from floor to ceiling. Zelda assumed the heavy brocade-covered windows overlooking the forest below.

The guests assembled. Hack was introduced to Toby Jugg, the Precinct's veterinarian, an overweight young man with a tic in his right cheek and his consort, Maria, a small blonde woman with artificially enlarged tits. Hack nodded to Magda Oldfield who was partnered by the Beast Master, fat and sweating in unaccustomed formal wear.

The last guests to arrive were Bruce, the helicopter pilot, and his fiancee. The pilot was a tall Australian. His girlfriend, a slim Asian woman, matched his height. He had arrived by air and had landed on the helipad on the roof in order to deliver Castor and Pollux, he said. He apologized for being late. Bruce's partner looked flustered and knocked back her first martini while reaching for the second.

Before Hack could ask who were Castor and Pollux, the guests, at Irma's prompting,  filed into the dining room. Adolf sat at the head of the table with Hack and Zelda on his right and Irma on his left. The Beast master sat next to Zelda with Magda on his right free to supervise the coming and going on the stage. Toby and his blonde sat next to Irma. The Aussie and his twitchy consort, Kim Lee, sat next to them.

The dinner started quietly with cold consomme being served by the footmen. Hack was startled when his wife and daughter appeared, carrying decanters. They were dressed as bare-breasted 'French Maids' in miniskirts and see-through panties. He started to say something to Thiler but Adolf interrupted him.

"Surprise!" he said. "Being under sentence, your women folk couldn't be here as guests, but I thought you would like to see them, 'in the flesh' as it were. How well they look in those outrageous costumes! You can chat to them later, not now, Hack. They have a job to do."

Juliette tried to catch her father's eye but Hack was either too embarrassed or too ashamed to do more than give her a cursory glance before looking down at his plate. Juliette and her mother were directed by one of the footmen. He fondled the women's buttocks as he told them what to do.

Thiler grinned wickedly as Fiona moved to serve him a dry sherry to go with the cold soup.

As Fiona filled Adolf's glass he put his arm behind her hips, slid his hand up under her skimpy black skirt and fingered her pussy through the gossamer thin stuff of her panties. Fiona, unable to back away, stood and gasped as Adolf pushed the cloth aside and inserted the tip of his index finger.

"This sexy lady and her daughter delight in being manhandled," Adolf announced to the diners. "So feel free to enjoy them as they serve the wine."

He forced his probing finger into her tightly clenched pussy. Fiona squirmed and gasped. She nearly dropped the crystal decanter she was holding. The diners had all stopped eating to observe the tableau at the head of the table. They were all grinning expectantly as Thiler forced two more fingers up his victim's twat. Fiona closed her tear-filled eyes and squirmed but she refused to cry out. 

Adolf slowly removed his fingers and gave her buttocks a noisy slap as she turned to move behind Hack in order to fill his quickly emptied glass.

Hack muttered something in protest but Adolf ignored him and turned to smile at Irma. 

Irma had taken hold of an exposed nipple as Juliette bent to serve her. The sadistic woman gave Juliette's rouged flesh a savage pinch before she released the young woman. 

Hack tried to refuse the wine. He made no move to caress his wife. Fiona insisted on filling his glass. "Treacherous gutless bastard!" she hissed as she bent close to his ear.

"I heard that," snapped Adolf. "Magda," he called. "Your older wine waitress has just insulted one of my guests. I think she should be disciplined immediately. But make sure she can continue with her duties without indulging in any more abuse." 

"Certainly, sir," crowed Magda from the other end of the table. She pushed her chair back and signaled to one of the guards on stage. He rummaged behind the cellist's chair and produced a leather bound riding crop. The musician vacated her central position and stood wide-eyed and trembling by the violinist. Magda moved swiftly down the room and caught hold of Fiona's wrist.

"Put the wine down, whore," she said, "and get up on stage. I have my prod handy should you decide to resist."

Fiona did as she was told. She regretted her outburst. She knew she was going to be hurt. On stage she was bent over the cellist's chair. Magda slipped Fiona's panties half way down her thighs and, as the dinner guests craned to get a clear view, the Madam administered six wheal-raising parallel cuts across Fiona's pink, plump, backside.

"Enough," ordered Adolf Thiler. "For the time being."

To be continued.
