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 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