Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

2,712 words

Chapter 3 

Hack shivered in the cage in the back of the police wagon. The rain had stopped and the sky was clearing. The night was getting colder. He could make out movement inside the cabin from time to time but had no real idea of what was happening to his wife and daughter nor who was the hooded and jackbooted man he had seen escort them inside. As he watched, the door opened and in the light from the cabin he saw a slim, broad-shouldered, man go down the steps from the verandah and open the back doors of the Ford. After a minute or so the man returned to the cabin carrying one of the boxes of supplies Hack had loaded yesterday. Hack shouted and shook the cage, to no purpose. He was couldn't be sure it was the same man he had seen earlier. Both had been wearing jackboots. Hack felt sick to see that the man who had collected the box was wearing only jackboots.

"This the one?" Al asked Fiona. "It's labeled 'booze'." He held out a cardboard box for her inspection. The big-breasted blonde was nursing her unconscious daughter on one of the small leather settees. She glared at the naked policeman."Yes," she snapped. "Get her some brandy."

Al laughed as he went into the kitchen area in search of glasses.

 "Your   your 'buddy' could have killed her. You realize that?" she yelled at him.

She glared at the older, hairier, fatter, baldheaded policeman who sat, spread-legged, on a settee opposite. Max was grinning happily. His monstrous, now flaccid, cock glistened in the flickering light of the fire. 

"Nah," he said. "I only got it half way up the little cunt. Thanks to this." Max patted his beer gut. 

His belly overhung his long member. The fact may well have saved Juliette from having to take its full length, and so avoid internal injuries. The idea was small consolation to Fiona. She had tried to pull Max off her struggling daughter when he first grabbed the girl but had been dragged off the rutting policeman by Al.  Fiona had had no option but to watch helplessly as Max brutally tossed Juliette onto the floor and ripped into the terrified young woman with his hideously long, and poker-stiff, cock. Juliette had felt the head of Max's cock bang against her cervix from the first thrust. She had tried to squirm away from his overpowering bulk but without success. Max held her fast and, despite the handicap of his belly, fucked Juliette as if he wanted to poke her eyes out from inside her head. The young woman had passed out minutes before he came, shooting great gobs of cum into her unresponsive body.

Al found four tumblers and splashed a good quantity of brandy into each. Juliette came round after being given a sip by Fiona. The young woman looked puzzled for a moment as she tried to recall where she was, then, as full memory returned, she whimpered pitifully and clung tightly to her mother.

"What's the time?" asked Al. He scratched his pendulous balls as he savored the expensive French spirit.

"I make it eight o'clock," said Max looking at his newly acquired Omega.

"Gives us another hour to play hide the sausage," grinned Al. "Before we take these offenders to the sherif's office. What do you think, Max?"

"I think you're right," said Max. He leered at Fiona. "How about I give momma a tit-fuck. She's built for a tit-fuck. Dugs like medicine balls. Have Julie go down on her at the same time and you root the kid's virgin ass while she's gumming her momma?"

"Sounds good to me," said Al. "What do you think, bitch?"

Fiona looked appalled. She was still mortified that she had enjoyed multiple orgasms during the first rape. The thought of Juliette again tonguing her while Max played with her sensitive breasts should have horrified her, she knew. Instead Fiona felt a thrill of anticipation. She suppressed the feeling with a shudder of self-loathing.

"No," she croaked. "Please, I beg you, leave us alone."

"Or," said Max, ignoring Fiona's objection, "we could always bring daddy in from the paddy-wagon and use him as a mattress like we did with that family last year. 'Course he's skinnier than what-was-his-name so it would be harder on the women."

"He's here? My husband, Hack?"

"Yeah. He's in the wagon. You want him in here? You could tell him what a good time we've been having," said Al. "Then Julie could give him a blow job while Max and me top and tail you. Be educational, I guess."

Fiona stared at him with horror then shook her head.

"I'll do whatever you say. Leave Hack out of it," she said weakly. 

Al finished his drink then led Fiona to where Max was sitting and, after the fat policeman had shifted his ass, Al sat the woman between them. He told her what to do and she obeyed. She put one leg over Max's thigh and the other over Al's. Spread wide, her pussy was open to what Al called, "a bit of finger fucking" and she writhed in suppressed ecstasy as Al played with her open cunt. He was skillful in arousing, yet again, Fiona's smouldering libido.

To Fiona's surprise Max was just as subtle in his foreplay with her breasts. He softly teased each nipple and massaged her full bosom with gentle caresses with his huge and calloused hands.

On her part, Fiona was made to take a flaccid penis in each hand and stroke them erect while Juliette nursed the aching bollocks of first one policeman then the other. 


When Al and Max were again erect they stopped playing and swung into action. Fiona was ready to explode. She thrust her tender pussy against her daughter's questing tongue and squeezed Max's huge cock between her fleshy tits with wild abandon. She sought the sticky knob of Max's prick with her lips as he thrust between her breasts. When she found it she sucked him eagerly. 

Juliette tried to pull away from Fiona's crutch as Al parted the cheeks of her ass and proceeded to bugger her. Fiona caught her daughter's head in a scissors grip and held her fast. Fiona did not let go until she, Max and Al had climaxed noisily.

"Mother," wailed Juliette, when she at last struggled free of Fiona's grasp."How could you? He b   b   butt-fucked me and you helped him." 

Fiona, terribly ashamed but sexually satiated for the first time in a decade, said nothing as she and her daughter were led to the bathroom and the joys of a long, hot, shower supervised by Al.
*** 

While Al helped the women clean up Max unloaded the boxes and suitcases from the Kaiser's family auto and put them on the verandah. When the women had showered, Al had them put on summer dresses and heeled sandals retrieved from the back of the Ford. Then, when Max was back in uniform, the big-bellied cop loaded the women on board the Ford and drove to the sherif's office. Here Fiona and Juliette were charged with causing damage to drainage systems and plantation trees, the property of Black Bear Mountain National Park; insulting language to officers of the Black Bear Mountain Police and Environment Authority, and with being accessories to trafficking in class A drugs.

The officer on duty was a handsome dark-skinned woman of about thirty. She smiled cynically as Max read the charges. The name tag on the breast of her smart black and tan uniform identified her as Senior Warden Asa Lincoln. She was a few centimeters taller than Fiona with full breasts and a narrow, leather-belted, waist. Her uniform skirt was shorter than regulation length and when she stepped out from behind the counter allowed her long, slim, jack-booted legs to be seen to advantage.

"Al is bringing the husband in. Same charges 'cept assault of officers and possession of trafficable quantities of class A drugs." said Max. "It's been a long day. Can I leave these two with you Asa?"

"Sure, Max," the duty officer replied. "You'd better be ready to testify tomorrow at ten. Judge Jensen presiding."

Max chuckled. "Ain't the rule of law wonderful?" He strolled to the door.

"You'd better believe it," said Asa. "You two," she barked at Fiona and Juliette, "You're remanded in custody. Get your sorry asses in there and strip." She indicated a door signed 'Wash Room'.

"Why?" said Fiona

"Because, sister," said Asa menacingly, "I say so." She reached into a drawer and pulled a pair of latex surgical gloves from a box and snapped them on.

Asa was efficient as she carried out a routine full-body examination of Fiona and Juliette. Her latex covered fingers probed all cavities where contraband may have been stowed. Fiona thought the policewoman took longer than necessary in her inspection of Juliette's vagina. 

When Asa had finished peering into her naked prisoner's nether regions she folded their summer dresses, undies and footwear into two strong plastic bags, stowed them in a steel locker. Asa then issued both Fiona and Juliette with a shapeless blue denim garment. The prison dress was a rectangular sack with unpicked seams to allow the head and arms to protrude.

"I want to make a complaint," said Fiona, after she had struggled into her sack dress. It was tight across her ample bosom and so short that the hem barely reached below her fork.

"Don't like the outfit?" said Asa

"No, I don't but that's not the problem. My daughter and I have been raped. By two officers, one of whom brought us here."

Asa's eyes narrowed. "Didn't look like it to me," she said. "I've just examined you. No sign of semen, bruising of the genital area, torn clothing, that sort of thing. You sure you want to claim you've been raped?"

"We had a shower," said Fiona. "And used a bidet. They, the policemen, Al and Max, made us clean up before bringing us here."

Asa laughed. "You've got to be kidding. Listen," she said. "You go ahead and make an official complaint and it's your word against Senior Warden Al Mazzard's and Warden Maximilian Rodriguez. Who do you think the judge will believe?"

"But it's true," said Juliette. "They made me do cunny linctus on my mother! Then the one called Al made me lick his balls, then they fucked me. The fat one nearly killed me and Al butt-fucked me."

"I think you mean cunnilingus, kid. Is that right Mrs Kaiser? Are you saying your daughter went down on you?"

"Yes," said Fiona, blushing furiously at the memory of her arousal. "She had no choice."

Asa looked thoughtfully at the two prisoners before saying carefully, "I really wouldn't try to sell that story to Judge Jensen. The anti gay laws in Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct are ferocious, so are the prohibitions against incest. He'll lock you both up for ten years for suggesting Black Bear Police Officers would permit such a shocking thing to happen."

"But it did!" insisted Juliette.

"There's no proof," said Asa, and without further comment marched Fiona and her daughter to the cells. She locked Fiona in the first and followed Juliette into the second adjoining cell. 

Asa closed the cell door and held a finger to her lips. She whispered, "You want to give me some proof of your story?"

Juliette nodded. "If I can," she whispered back.

"Good," said the policewoman. She smiled brightly showing her white teeth and pointed canines. "Show me what those two macho cops made you do to your momma." 

Asa unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her legs. She wasn't wearing any pants. Her dark brown pudendum was crowned with a neatly trimmed bush of tight black curls. The pink flesh of her inner labia protruded between the pale chocolate outer lips.

Juliette was stunned. She didn't want to go down on the tall policewoman but, she thought, if she didn't do what was being asked of her, there would be no proof of what had happened.

"Well?" said Asa, spreading her legs.

Juliette sank to her knees. "Momma told me what to do. Like this." She pressed her soft lips against Asa's cunt and began to probe with her tongue.

"Momma told you good, kid," sighed Asa.
***As the Ford drove away from the cabin Al crossed to the Toyota and unlocked the back door and the prisoner's cage.

"Out!" he ordered and Hack hurried to obey.

"What have you done to my wife and daughter?" croaked Hack."Where have you sent them?" He clambered stiffly out of the cage.

"You'll see them later, if you cooperate," said Al. Leading the stiff-jointed man toward the cabin.

"Co-operate? How?"

"I'll tell you how. Is this your cabin?"

"I guess so. Black Bear Mountain. Vicinity of Eldorado Gold Mine?"

"You don't know it? You bought it without seeing it?" said the policeman, as they climbed up the steps onto the verandah.

"It was part of a settlement," Hack mumbled. "The previous owner is a friend. Said it was recently renovated. Close to a country club. Rural living urban amenities. What the fuck is going on?"

"The cabin used to belong to Adolf Thiler. He owns a lot of stuff on Black Bear Mountain. He your friend, Mr. Kaiser?"

Hack nodded. "Yes. I helped him with some difficult financial negotiations. Do you know him?" Hack thought he detected a change in the policeman's demeanor. Al seemed more respectful less aggressive. 

Al stopped his prisoner in front of the small pile of boxes and luggage and suggested they move the goods into the cabin. Hack took a box and, escorted by Al who carried one of the four suitcases.

Hack looked around. He was impressed at the opulent decor inside his new acquisition. Then he noticed the pile of discarded women's clothes in front of the fireplace, and with mounting alarm the sticky deposits on the bear skin rug. Before he could voice his suspicions that his womenfolk had been abused by the policemen Al growled at him. 

"You had drugs in your possession," said Al.

"A couple of packets of coke. For personal use," said Hack.

"And you were here for an extended vacation?"

"We planned on three weeks."

"So where's the rest of your stash? Three weeks worth of 'personal use' is a lot of coke."

Hack shook his head. "I'm not a heavy user," he said.

"Just tell me where it is. Look, I don't give a pinch of shit that you're a pal of Tiler's. I just do my job. So, I could beat the answer out of you but you will be in court tomorrow and it would look bad if you was bruised and broken."

Hack said nothing but he eyed the policeman warily.

"So what I'll do is get on my cell-phone to Max, my big buddy, and get him to visit little Juliette. She'll be in the lock-up now. No one will hear her screams and he'll have a ball fucking her teenage ass. When he's finished with her she'll be back to wearing diapers for a month or three. You can listen to the whole thing on my cell. What do you say?"

"The coke is in the cigar humidor in the box marked 'booze'. There's a false bottom. Take it."

"Thank you," said Al. "I will. Now how about we get the rest if your gear stowed in the cabin then get you cleaned up before we join the ladies in the sherif's lock-up?"

"And Juliette? You'll make sure nothing happens to her?"

"Too late for that, Hack," said Al pushing a heavy suitcase at his prisoner who caught it and staggered under its weight. "I already butt-fucked the little ball-licking, slut while she was sucking my scum out of your big-titted wife's cunt. Now, shift your idle ass before I forget I'm a straight guy and make family night of it!"

To be continued

