Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

3,034 words

Chapter 5

Hack Kaiser was a worried man as the Beast Master led him through two sets of high, electrified, gates topped with razor-wire. The sign above the first set of ultra-secure gates read, "Black Bear Products' Bear Park   Conservation Program". The facility looked like an old army barracks with row upon row of huts. Hack realized that most of the "huts" he could see were, in fact, lines of roofed cages. In each cage he could see there was a bear. A few people, naked or in rags, were at work outside the cages and two or three, in white coats, seemed to be treating sick animals. The smell was rank and the noise disturbing. Hack thought he was going to throw up. He'd never liked animals, not even small cuddly ones. The Bear Park's inhabitants looked mean and vicious to him.

The Beast Master and Hack were met by a thin young woman, pony-tailed, jack-booted and dressed in the same outfit as her boss. The inscription on her tee shirt read, "Beast Mistress - 5". She too carried a plaited whip.

"Here's a replacement for that idle son-of-a-bitch Elmer. Name's 'Hack'. Don't ask me why.
Judge gave him seven days. I've told him the rules and given him two more."

"Why's he wearing a dress?" asked Beast Mistress Five.

"Likes to feel the breeze around his balls," said the Beast Master. "You got him, Zelda?"

"Yep," drawled Zelda. "I got him."

The Beast Master grinned at her and strode away towards the hut that housed the office of Black Bear Products Limited.

"That true, Hack?" she said and lifted the hem of his skirt with her whip to verify he was without underwear.

Hack stood a head and shoulders above the slender, small-breasted, woman but made no move to prevent this further indignity.

"No, mistress," Hack spluttered. "The policewoman on duty when I was arrested thought it funny."

"That'd be Asa Lincoln, right?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Okay. Our bears are the young ones in row five. Your main job is to keep them healthy by keeping the cages clean. I see bear-shit, you get an extra day. I'll show you how to handle bruin without losing an arm, like that stupid sod Elmer. You can doss down in the hay loft above the fodder store for now. Better than the U-em's dormitory. You eat in the cookhouse at eight, twelve and six. That clear?"

"Yes, mistress."

"You married, Hack?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Where's your good lady?"

"Like me, she was sentenced to community service with my daughter, mistress."

"Where? Not here. The barracks? The saloon? The Country Club? What did Jensen say?"

"The Country Club." Hack paused. "What do you mean the barracks and the saloon?"

Zelda's whip cracked under Hack's shriveled scrotum. He yelped and jumped.

"'Mistress' you forgot to say 'mistress' didn't you, Hack?"

"Yes, mistress," said Hack. Tears of pain and humiliation ran down his unshaven cheeks.

"You got another day Hack. Don't you worry about your women. The Country Club looks after its whores really well. Feeds them. Keeps them clean. If they give the VIPs what those horny high-rollers want your girls are on easy street. Happy?"

"Yes, mistress," Hack lied.

"Good. You knock off when I say so. If I say 'jump' you say 'how high?', if I say 'fuck' you'd better have a stiffy. Understand?"

Miserably Hack nodded. He followed Beast Mistress Zelda as she led him towards the loft above the fodder store and the start of his community service.

***

"This is your room," said the ash-blonde woman in the pink kimono. "There is an en suite bathroom behind that door and a pleasant view of the pine forest through the bars on your sealed window. Even if you look carefully you can't see the electrified security fence nor the anti-personnel mine-field. Do not leave this building. Please, forget any ideas of escape."

"Who are you?" demanded Fiona. She was still shaken and trembling from the shock treatment handed out by the manageress of the Black Bear Country Club.

"Take it easy," cautioned Juliette supporting her mother as Fiona tottered to the huge four poster bed in the center of the room."I think she's on our side."

"That's right. I'm a fellow convict serving a term of community service. I have been told to help you settle in to the Black Bear Country Club. Call me Tracy. So, welcome to the members' only 'comfort wing'."

"What the hell is a'comfort wing'?" snapped Fiona. 

"Essentially," said Tracy, "it's a knocking-shop for the wealthy members of the club."

"A brothel?"

"Exactly."

"So we are to be sex slaves?"

"That's about it."

"This is crazy," said Fiona. "The whole thing is crazy! We were raped by the policemen who we flagged down for assistance. We were abused by the policewoman who was on duty in the sherif's office. We have been subjected to a ridiculous travesty of a 'trial' I'm no lawyer but Judge Jensen's court and its proceedings was a mockery sentenced to an elastic period of slave-labor in what turns out to be a glorified bawdy-house run by a sadistic mad woman! It's crazy!"

"You've got it right, Mrs Kaiser. It's a mad-house. But you should understand the lunatics are in charge of the asylum and there's nothing you can do about it. Black Bear Mountain Inc and its subsidiaries owns and controls the whole precinct right up to the Canadian border. It's a state within the state. The company runs the police, the court, the administration of justice and every other damn thing that goes on here. No one gets out." Tracy shrugged. "Sounds like you had a rough time. Want to tell me about it?"

Fiona and Juliette unburdened themselves to the kimono clad blonde. Tracy was a good, sympathetic, listener and by the time the newcomers to the comfort wing of the country club had finished their tale of woe the three were on first name terms. Fiona pressed Tracy to tell her story but the young woman said it would keep. They had plenty of time for story telling, Tracy said. She had been sentenced to seven days community service three months earlier and still had a week to serve. The "community service" sentence system was just a sick joke of the Black Bear Mountain Inc hierarchy, she said.

"In fact there's them and us masters and slaves. They call us 'U-ems' some damned joke of Thiler's, I heard."

Tracy was particularly interested to hear that Hack Kaiser had bought the cabin by the Eldorado mine from Adolf Thiler.

"Thiler is one of the Black Bear Mountain Inc directors. If he's a friend of yours you may be in luck. Perhaps they made a mistake giving you the treatment," said Tracy."Have you met him?"

"Once," said Fiona. "He and his wife came to dinner at the conclusion of some financial matter my husband had assisted them with. I wouldn't call him a friend. In fact he got a bit drunk and, when Hack was called away to answer an urgent telephone call, Thiler made a strong pass at me. He had one hand inside my bra and another between my legs when he heard Hack coming back. I was glad when the pair of them left."

"Me too," said Juliette. "His wife, Irma, was all over me like a rash. Touching here and patting there. I don't know why Dad invited them. Still, that's business, I guess."

Tracy looked thoughtful. "Maybe," she said. "Anyway, mad Magda has decreed that you two are to remain together as a mother-daughter team until further notice. I guess you know what that means?"

Fiona put her arm around Juliette's shoulders. "Don't worry. We survived Al and Max yesterday," she said. "We can manage, kiddo." At the same time she felt a guilty thrill of anticipation a response she tried hard to repress.

Juliette smiled nervously and nodded.

"You are to bathe and rest," Tracy said. "There are robes for you in the wardrobe. The dining room is on the ground floor. I'll take you to lunch at noon."

"What happens after that?" Juliette asked.

"The dresser will fix you up with an outfit for tonight," said Tracy.

"Tonight?" queried Fiona.

"You two are fresh meat. There's a queue for your services. Someone with influence has reserved you both for tonight," said Tracy. "See you before twelve." And she slipped out of the room. 

***

Hack couldn't eat any lunch. A mix of terror and revulsion robbed him of any appetite. His fellow workers, filthy and naked, frightened him almost as much as the bears. They were short, dark-haired men, who spoke what Hack thought was a Spanish dialect. He was glad to escape to the relative privacy of the fodder store and hay loft during the hour long break.

Zelda had shown him how to isolate the young bears by penning them into a corner of their cage using a metal gate on small wheels. She used her whip to encourage him to learn how to use a hose and mop to clean the floor. He had stumbled twice and only Zelda's quickness with her whip had saved Hack from injury. 

The financier was able to wash his blue dress and clean himself up in the lavatory attached to the fodder store. He found a bag of cleaning rags and used some to dry himself. He fashioned a breech-clout from the back of an old shirt, and put it on while his dress dried. He climbed up the ladder to the hay loft where Zelda had told him to doss down. There was a straw filled mattress-cover for a bed and a crate for a table. Hack flopped on the straw-filled sack . He was exhausted and alone but not for long.

Zelda woke him with a kick. She had removed his breech cloth while he slept.

"Time to fuck, Hack," she said. "You better be stiff by the time I get my pants off or your tongue is going to be working overtime."

Hank knew she meant what she said. He pumped furiously at his flaccid cock but did not achieve an erection before the slender young Beast Mistress, who had stripped naked then carefully put her boots back on, picked up her whip. Unlike Fiona, who waxed regularly, Zelda's delta was covered with, neatly cropped, black, curly hair.

"I don't think you like me, Hack," she said. She smiled cruelly as Hack redoubled his efforts to get stiff and failed. "Do you?"

"I do  I do!  " Hack wailed. The whip cracked sending a stab of pain across Hack's chest. "Mistress," he added with a sob.

"Get on your hands and knees, Hack. I know how to get your cock upright."

Hack scrambled to do as he had been ordered. Only when he felt the butt of Zelda's whip pressed against his anus did he begin to protest and by that time it was too late. Zelda drove the leather and metal-studded handle of her whip deep into Hack's exposed ass then deliberately pulled it back six inches before repeating the sequence. 

Hack screamed and writhed as Zelda used one hand on the whip and the other on the pink slit between her legs, now glistening with juice. The louder he yelled the harder she drove the whip handle in and out of his tender ring.

"Asa Lincoln said you like to take it up the ass, Hack," panted Zelda after the naked man had endured this further humiliation for what seemed to him like an eternity. The financier said nothing. His sobs could not now be heard because his head was buried in the straw-filled sack. 

Later she panted,"Hey, I guess she was right. On your back, slut. I'm gonna fuck you good."

Hack rolled onto his back The whip still jammed up his rectum. Despite his humiliation or perhaps because of it  Hack's cock was rock hard. Zelda mounted him. She was surprisingly tight but well lubricated as she slid onto Hack's erection. She rode him until she came then, contemptuously, sat on his face while he licked her clean. She made him masturbate until Hack shot his load onto his belly.

***
The dresser measured Fiona and Juliette. She grumbled that Fiona's bosom made it necessary for her to unpick and resew the black silk dress Fiona was to wear. Juliette was less of a problem.

"When I've finished with you, dearie," the woman crooned , "You'll look like a proper little schoolgirl. The senator won't be able to keep his hands off you, the dirty old bugger!"

The dresser was a seamstress, an elderly English woman serving an endless sentence of "community service" for trespass. She was resigned to her fate and advised Fiona and her daughter to accept theirs. It wasn't her job to tell them what the senator wanted, she muttered, but the last time she had dressed a mother/daughter pair in the black and white costumes she was getting ready, neither of them had been able to sit down for a week.

Mad Magda inspected the pair as they were being dressed half an hour before the client was due to arrive. Fiona and Juliette were careful not to give Magda an excuse to use her prod. Fiona didn't dare complain as she squeezed into an stretch black-lace corset. The garment nipped her waist and its wired half cups pushed her large breasts up and together without covering her tender nipples. Scarlet garters held up her sheer black stockings and matched old fashioned buttoned boots. Before Fiona pulled up the translucent silk, lace-trimmed French knickers handed to her by the dresser, Magda probed Fiona's hairless pussy with a gloved hand.

"I think you like that," Magda said as she stroked the length of Fiona's slit."You do, don't you?"

"Yes, Madam," agreed Fiona, anxious to avoid punishment.

"You're happy to be a whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Madam."

Fiona pulled up her knickers and stepped into the close fitting black silk dress. With her blonde hair tied in a tight bun and wearing a pair of horn rimmed glasses she looked like a Victorian school ma'am.

Magda frowned. "The senator likes to get a head of steam up by watching the school teacher/mother punish, then seduce, her errant pupil/daughter. Once aroused he generally fucks one or the other and then spends some time playing various games until he is ready to fuck the other. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madam."

"In plain terms, Fiona, you will undress Juliette, then beat her with a whip, before using your tongue on her pussy and anus. You will then take off your dress and adopt a sixty-nine position. Your daughter will pull down your panties. You will both make sure the senator has a clear view of your big tits swinging to and fro and your daughter's mouth palping your cunt. After that just do what the gentleman requires."

The dresser gave a snort of amusement and muttered, "Gentle he ain't," which earned her a mild shock from Magda's metal prod before she, and the manageress of the Black Bear Mountain Country Club, vacated the room and left Fiona and Juliet to await the mercy of the elderly, retired, but still as horny as a stag in rut, senator.

As predicted, the white haired one-time politician could not keep his hands off Juliette once Fiona had bent her daughter over her knee, pulled down her pants, and given her rosy buttocks a few cuts with a bamboo cane. He insisted Fiona hold Juliette's cheeks apart while he lubricated the young woman's tender ring by rubbing his dripping cock against it. While Juliette protested loudly he then forced his short but broad cock into his victim's anus and buggered her energetically until he came for the first time.

While the senator rested and got his second wind (and a couple of pills washed down with a good four fingers of single malt whisky) he had Fiona and Juliette take off their dresses and entertain him with a display of Sapphic sex. Fiona was barely able to control the rush of eroticism that engulfed her when Juliette again used her tongue and lips on her tender, swollen, sex. 

Erect once more the senator demanded Fiona kneel on the floor so he could, with Juliette's assistance, sodomize her. As he insisted 'the little girly' spread her mother's ass cheeks, he suffered a mild heart attack and was rushed away by an efficient team of medics. 

Fiona said to Juliette she was delighted to be spared the ordeal the senator intended to inflict upon her. They were both surprised at the speed shown by the medical team who arrived within seconds of the senator's attack. Fiona guessed that the whole performance must have been monitored and, presumably, recorded.

***
Hack spent the afternoon shift with four workers allocated to the Row 5 bear cages. He learned how to clear the drains and sullage traps, despite the fact that his workmates spoke little or no English. He gathered that they were illegal migrants who had been shipped from the southern states to Black Bear Mountain on a "Work for Freedom" scheme sponsored by the company. They worked naked in the wet and filthy environment, thigh deep in bear shit and the run-off from the cages. By the time the work was done Hack was exhausted. One of his new colleagues, Manuel, handed him a block of industrial strength soap and insisted he clean up with the team under the hot communal showers, then eat with them in the U-em'smess hall.

"You fuck Zelda good," said Manuel later, his mouth full of mutton stew. "Keep bitch happy. She bin real nasty since Elmer got bit. You got bigger dick than he. Eat, you need get strong." 

Zelda was waiting for him in the hay loft, bare, booted and as horny as bitch on heat. A large rubber-coated vibrator dangled on a strap from her left wrist. Hack suppressed a sob and crouched, like the catamite he had become, to await what the Beast Mistress regarded as foreplay.

To be continued