Escape From Black Bear Mountain

by Ozmanga

2,429 words

Chapter 6

Fiona and Juliette were kept busy during their first three weeks as pleasure slaves in the Comfort Wing of the Black Bear Mountain Country Club. The debacle of their first night was soon forgotten as one rapacious "client" followed another. They were popular. They were fresh meat. Because they had not yet become resigned to their fate and put up some resistance they attracted the members who relished forcing one reluctant woman or both to act out some humiliating fantasy. There  seemed to be no limit to what sexual acts Fiona and Juliette could be made to perform. 

It might have been easier for them if Fiona had been able to control her unnatural urge to respond noisily to being raped. She didn't want it. She didn't seek it, but frequently the combination of her daughter's increasing expertise in cunnilingus and the animal lust displayed by her rutting "admirers"—particularly after the third or fourth fucking— triggered an uncontrollable and loud response.

Their first client after the senator was a middle aged sexual athlete, described by Madam Magda as,"an influential businessman and long-time member of the club". The man, a vain and self-centered amateur body-builder, boosted his sexual performance by taking more drugs than a Tour De France cyclist. The session started quietly. He had Fiona and Juliette strip to their underwear and pose for him before he chose the older woman as his first fuck for the evening. He made her bend over a chair and, after rolling her panties half way down her thighs, rogered her hard, doggy fashion, while Juliette played with what he called "my dangly bits, little lady."

At first Fiona managed to repress the urge to respond climactically to being brutally raped, a catastrophic event she had first experienced in the cabin by the Eldorado mine. But when the rapist ruthlessly plundered her cunt for the third time, while Juliette flicked her tongue over her mother's clitoris, Fiona yielded to her weakness and came. Fiona bucked and shrieked, her eyes screwed shut in shameful embarrassment as she gyrated her hips and tried to squeeze his thick erection dry with the muscles of her lower abdomen. Most of the rest of the night was spent by Fiona guiltily trying to get Juliette to exhibit a similar uninhibited response. The teenager couldn't even fake a believable orgasm, but she tried.

Fiona's "weakness" and Juliette's "failure to cooperate" earned the pair a further ten days community service from a vindictive Magda. Fiona didn't even bother to protest. By then she  had realized that what they had been told by Tracy—the farce of extra punishments was designed to break their spirits while giving a veneer of legality to what was in fact slavery—was true. The pair began to realize that their only hope was to somehow escape from Black Bear Mountain.

The next club member of note eager to try out the new mother/daughter comfort-girls was an unashamed sadist. Drooling, he tied Fiona, naked except for a garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled pumps, to the foot of the four poster bed in the captive's room. Her arms and legs were spread wide. Then he undressed before he took a short tawse and beat her savagely while Juliette, dressed as a schoolgirl in a very short skirt and tight blouse, pumped his flaccid penis until it was stiff enough to penetrate Fiona's tight anal sphincter. No amount of skillful cunnilingus by Juliette could bring Fiona to orgasm under these conditions as her tormentor finally drove deep into her rectum. 

Later, towards morning, at the client's insistence, Juliette rimmed her mother's anus while he ruthlessly fucked the older woman as he kneaded her full bosom. Alas, as Juliette delicately tongued her mother's erogenous zones, Fiona again disgraced herself. She yielded to her strange appetite and climaxed vociferously.

Word spread, and a night with the Kaiser women became something to boast about by those members of the exclusive Country Club who could afford the time and money to indulge their sexual deviance. Every night thereafter Fiona and Juliette were subject to the unwelcome, and usually violent, attentions of club members.

A Texan father brought his teenage son to Fiona and Juliette's room. At his "request" the women were dressed as cheer leaders, with Stetsons, tight red sweaters, cow-girl boots and fringed leather skirts so short it was clear they were not wearing panties. The cattleman made the women perform a few cheer-leader routines. They guffawed heartily as mother and daughter performed high kicks exposing their naked and hairless pussies. The boy—a big sandy haired youngster with the build (and I.Q.) of a longhorn bull—declared he was, "going to tit-fuck the one with the biggest dugs for starters". He did so while his daddy butt fucked Juliette so hard the teenager screamed and wept and begged him to stop. 

The high point of the evening, according to the boy, was when he forced his cock into Fiona's pussy while she was sitting on his Daddy's lap, unable to wriggle off the fleshy pole the cattle man had rammed up her fundament. As he and his daddy screwed the helpless woman the young man played with her tits and Juliette scrabbled to lick his, and his daddy's, weighty scrota.

"Hell,"the young Texan said later, "momma loved it. She came three or four times before I did and Daddy was still pumping her ass!"

***

While the Kaiser women were being debauched by the demands of the well-heeled members of the Black Bear Mountain Country Club, Hack Kaiser received a promotion.

Zelda, talking to Hack after she had successfully ridden him to orgasm one evening, discovered that he was a qualified accountant. In the real world outside Black Bear Mountain, Hack had earned a reputation as a financial whizz-kid. Hack explained how his business dealings with Thiler had led to the purchase of the holiday home by the old Eldorado mine and, indirectly, to his present humiliating position.

"Don't whinge about it, Hack," she grinned down at him as she rubbed his tumescent cock against her sticky pudenda. "I can think of worse positions."

The next day she talked with the Beast Master. She knew the big man was having trouble with the book-work and suggested Hack would be more use sorting through paper than clearing up bear shit. Hack was transferred from Row 5 to the administration building. He made himself useful by quickly sorting out the Bear Park's Products' quarterly budget and suggesting a number of ways of simplifying the accounting system. He was given a desk in the corner of the Beast Master's comfortable office and computer access to some of the necessary files but no telephone nor access to the web. 
		
Hack soon confirmed to his own satisfaction what he had suspected since being "sentenced". Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct, and all it contained, was a vast criminal enterprise. 

The ‘Products' were bear organs and fluids destined for the Asian markets. The Conservation Project was a cover for the illegal activity. The use of the Work for Freedom Foundation labor during the short summer season was another, more sinister, profit making activity. Hack asked where the illegal migrants went when they left the Foundation and was told it was none of his business. The personnel records, such as they were, had departing workers recorded either as "deceased" or "returned" or, for the majority, "Eldorado". 

But the Bear Park was only one of the activities being carried out in the Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct. By keeping his ears open and reading between the lines of some of the files he was able to view Hack began to get a feel for the size and scope of the operation.

The Country Club, he knew, arranged illegal bear hunts for wealthy members. Hack also found a few references to "special hunts" but they were infrequent and vague. The club was an exclusive institution, he was told. Membership was limited to Black Bear Company Executives of the Beast Master's rank and above and by many rich members of the Black Bear Special Precinct Trust. The President, Adolf Thiler, vetted every membership. It seemed to offer all the usual country club activities—golf, tennis, swimming, trap-shooting—and much more. Hack heard the Beast Master mention a high-rollers casino and a dope-bar where illegal drugs were traded openly. The food was good and the booze cheap according to Hack's boss.

The Country Club was also a brothel where the women were undergoing "community service". The Beast Master was full of admiration for Hack's wife and daughter. He told Hack the Kaiser womenfolk were the talk of the club. He'd seen some of the tapes edited by Magda Oldfield of what she called the "highlights" and screened in the Blue Room. The big man reckoned, to Hack's horror and disgust, it would be a couple of months before he could afford the price of a night with Fiona and Juliette, but he'd be sure to give Hack a "blow by blow" account when the time came.

The Barracks, Hack gathered, was a training facility for timber workers, fire-fighters and security guards. From his office window Hack often saw squads of about thirty young men in fatigues marching or running down the road in front of the Bear Park gates. There was a helicopter training school located the other side of the village and a large entertainment center known as the Saloon set somewhere between the two. Zelda was entitled to use the Saloon but not the Country Club. 

Zelda said she didn't go to the Saloon often. It was frequented by the "squaddies" from the barracks and, said Zelda, was "no damned place for a lady."

Hack could find few references to the Eldorado mine and when he asked he was again told to mind his own business.

The Beast Master thought it a great joke to keep Hack wearing nothing but a short sack dress. He had two made with, "Zelda's Bitch" embroidered front and back. Hack himself was thought to be a bit of a joke by the few paid staff. He was regarded with envy by Manuel and the other slave laborers of Team 5 with whom he still ate and bathed. Hack, with Zelda's support, kept his private billet in the hay loft above the fodder store and looked hard, but in vain, for a way to escape from Black Bear Mountain.

***

Tracy, the woman who had first welcomed Fiona and her daughter when they arrived at the Comfort Wing, was the only one of the other sex slaves the mother and daughter team came to know at all well. Most kept themselves to themselves when not employed in servicing the demands of the club members. Nearly all were resigned to their fate and some appeared to enjoy their life of sexual slavery. Tracy made an effort to comfort Juliette, and grew alarmed when the young woman confided that she was at the end of her patience and was desperate enough to try and escape by ducking under the wire and making a dash for the trees.

Tracy was worried. She was adamant that no one had escaped from the wing. The last to try had been a girl called Penny, Tracy explained. Like Juliet and Fiona she had been sentenced with her mother, Jenny, to a term of "community service" and like Juliette and Fiona they had been paired and subjected to the attentions of the nastiest of the Country Club's nasty members. 

Video tapes had been made of what Penny and Jenny had been forced to do to each other while being ruthlessly abused by their "clients". Tracy had seen the tapes. The final straw, the last disgusting act that drove Penny to her reckless attempt to escape, was when her father, who had been "sentenced" to hard labor, was dragged naked into their room for the pleasure of a sadistic homosexual club member. This pervert had mother and daughter "milk" his victim while he sodomized and tortured the big but tightly bound man. Toward the end of the session, Penny's father had suffered a stroke. Help was summoned but he died.

Penny tried to escape that night. She got past the immediate obstacles and into the forest where she was attacked and killed by a black bear—so it was said. Tracy, who knew something about bears, said she thought it unlikely that the story was true.

"Black bears aren't aggressive. If Penny was clear of the wire and the minefield and into the trees, with reasonable luck, she should have been able to get clear of the precinct within a few days," said Tracy. "She did thread her way through the minefield. But within hours the young woman was dead. Something got her in the woods. So don't try it, Kid."

"How do you know it wasn't a bear that killed her?" asked Juliette.

"I'm pretty sure. I know bears. I came to Black Bear Mountain on contract as a vet's assistant. My fiancé was the vet. I soon realized that the conservation program they are running was a front for organ farming. It's illegal and immoral. I resigned. My boy-friend tried to persuade me to stay on. The money was very good. We had a house in the village. Life was a breeze," Tracy said. She sighed.

"I told him to forget it. It was me or the job. Before he made up his mind I was arrested for jay-walking. They dragged me into the Sherif's Office and I was stripped, beaten and raped. The next day I tried to tell the "judge" what had happened. He lectured me for half an hour on the unwisdom of abusing the police. Then he sentenced me to ten days community service. I've been here ever since."

"And your fiance? The veterinarian?"

"He was one of my first ‘clients'.  Later Magda gave me a video of his visit as a memento. Sweet of her, wasn't it? There were four of them. He was the one holding my ass cheeks apart so Adolf Thiler could butt-fuck me. He's been back a couple of times since, but not for me. I guess he was made to play the macho man as a condition of keeping his job."

"So there's no chance of escape?" Juliette sobbed.

"I didn't say that, Kid. Just cool it for now."

"What do you mean? Is there a way …" Juliette began.

"Shh," hissed Tracy. "Later…"

To be continued