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 Escape From Black Bear Mountain

   by Ozmanga

   3,016 words

   Chapter 10

   Juliette Kaiser had the best view of the new act.  From her vantage
point astride Adolf Thiler's lap she had a clear sight of the modified saw
horse where it sat in the center of the stage.

   Her immediate concern however was with Thiler's hard cock.  He had
rammed it firmly into her anus and it seemed to grow bigger as he thrust it
deeper into her body.  His hands now grasped her firm young breasts and he
used them as handles to lift her after each penetration.  Juliette
struggled to take the pressure off her breasts by pushing down on the arms
of the chair.  This eased her up the impaling member.  When her arms were
fully extended Thiler relaxed his pressure on her tits and pulled Juliette
down.  She slid back and Thiler rammed his cock a little bit deeper into
the teenager's ass.  The action was repeated over and over again.  Juliette
gasped and sobbed with each additional centimeter Thiler gained.  Thiler
grunted and smiled with satisfaction.  He took great pleasure that Hack,
her thoroughly humiliated father, watched in horror as the young woman was
debauched with a slow but sure rhythm.

   "You can have her again when I've finished, Hack," he said.  Hack
shuddered and looked guiltily away.

   As the drum roll reached its climax a slim figure stepped into the
spotlight in front of the saw horse and cracked a whip.  Three small white
fluffy dogs joined her in the spotlight and began to dance on their hind
legs and then perform a variety of clever coordinated tricks.  Juliette
recognized the performer.  It was Tracy, the veterinarian's former fiancee,
and until recently one of the Country Club "comfort women."

   Tracy was dressed in a cowgirl outfit with high heeled western boots,
fringed rawhide skirt and a fancy leather vest that did little to hide her
full bosom.  She held a short whip in leather gauntleted hands.  Juliette
remembered Tracy saying she would think of some sort of act once she got to
the Saloon.  It looked as though her skill with animals had paid off.  It
was not her only skill, she had the gift of the gab too.  Tracy's patter,
delivered in a lazy Texan drawl was as glib as it was corny.

   Juliette remembered Tracy's tentative plan to escape from Black Bear
Mountain and, with a rush of hope, realized that, with a helicopter on the
roof, perhaps tonight would be the opportunity they had been hoping for.

   Adolf noticed the change in Juliette's bearing.  She suddenly seemed
more alert.  "What's the matter, Juliette?" He asked suspiciously.

   Juliette's heart skipped a beat.  He mustn't suspect anything, she
thought, but I must get free of him quickly.

   "You're turning me on, sir," Juliette sighed undulating her hips so he
went deeper into her body.  "Oh, sir, fuck me harder.  Harder.  Please."
She pressed Adolf's hands onto her bosom in simulated passion and, when he
tugged sadistically at the tender flesh, she moaned in feigned ecstacy and
reached between her legs to fondle the base of his cock and his dangling
balls.

   Adolf was surprised but responded as Juliette had hoped with violent
enthusiasm.  After a mercifully brief but painful bout of brutal sodomy
Adolf ejaculated deep inside the teenager's guts while Juliette faked an
orgasm very like the ones her mother had become notorious for.

   Juliette's act upstaged and upset the trained dogs' routine but Tracy
soon had them going again doing doggy gymnastics while she ad libbed.

   "Like bitch, like puppy," wisecracked Tracy.  The audience laughed.

   "Do those stripes signify rank, sweetheart?  Six worn there make you a
bottom-sergeant?" Another laugh.

   "Where's your momma?  Oh I see her.  Same rank as you.  Sure you can
breathe down there, lady?"

   Irma was not amused.  "Get on with your act, Tracy, before I have you on
that trestle."

   "Yes, Marm" drawled Tracy.

   "These little dogs are horny little buggers," she continued.  "Not the
only ones here, though, Eh, Boss?" More laughter but muted.

   "Hey, looking at her rear end I say the kid has been done doggy fashion.
Well, folks, that's what we're about.  How about helping me, kid.  Here
hold this hoop."

   Juliette took the trick hoop Tracy had magically produced and the small
dogs jumped through it and scampered off stage to light applause.

   "You've heard of sniffer dogs, yes?" continued Tracy.  "Well folks,
these are 'strip her' dogs."

   Two medium size crossbred dogs bounced into the spotlight.  One rammed
his nose into Juliette's crutch and made her jump.

   " 'Course they sniff as well," said Tracy.  Laughter.

   " 'Specially when there's no one to strip.  Do I have a volunteer?  One
with clothes on?" There was a sob from the shadows and a woman was pushed
into the spotlight by one of the footmen who had raped the musicians. 
Juliette recognized the cellist.  She was now dressed in a long evening
skirt and blouse.  She wore yellow-silk evening-gloves and a big floral
hat.

   "Well thank you.  One volunteer is better than a bird in the bush, eh?"
said Tracy.

   The cellist said nothing she just stood blinking in the spotlight. 
Tracy paced around her.

   "Well, that's a very nice outfit you're wearing, Ma'am but these ladies
and gentlemen wanna see you naked.  So, let's start with the skirt, shall
we?" Said Tracy making a sign with her hands.  The dogs barked once then,
in a flash, whipped the skirt off the silent "volunteer." The cellist was
shown to be wearing black thigh length stockings and loose, lace trimmed,
French knickers.

   "Just collect the clothes, kid," said Tracy to Juliette.  "Take them
backstage when we've done." The dogs had dropped the skirt and were eyeing
eagerly both Tracy and the cellist.

   "I wonder what's under that blouse?" Tracy gave another hand signal and
the dogs began to circle the terrified musician.  "Why don't you unbutton
it?  Oh!  Too late."

   One dog had positioned itself behind the woman allowing the other to
jump up at her chest and knock her over.  Together the dogs pounced,
grabbed the blouse and, after a brief tug-of-war, had removed the garment
in two pieces.  The woman rolled onto her stomach and started to get up.

   "Stay on your knees," ordered Tracy.  The woman obeyed.  Her breasts
were encased in a black silk bra.  Her bosom showed signs of her earlier
maltreatment.  She was crying again.

   "Hat," snapped Tracy.  The dogs pounced.  After a brief tussle it went.
Juliette gathered it up as the two dogs circled the woman who crouched in
sheer terror.

   "Keep very still," said Tracy.  "The next bit is tricky."

   "Bra," she said and one dog tugged at the garment's front catch until it
came undone and the cellist's tits swung free.  The other dog gave a
cheerful bark and whipped the bra off the woman's back from behind.

   "You can stand up now," Tracy told her unwilling stooge.

   The woman struggled to her feet.

   "Knickers," snapped Tracy and with joyous barks the pair of dogs reduced
the lacy garment to rags.  The cellist stood trying to cover her vulva with
her gloved hands.  She was bruised and swollen after the pack rape and
bewildered and frightened by the dogs.

   "Oh dear," said Tracy, "Rubbing yourself, eh?  Feeling sexy are we?"

   The woman shook her head and looked panicked.

   "Take off those gloves, then," said Tracy, "and we'll see what we can do
for you."

   The cellist complied and stood for a moment with the gloves dangling in
front of her.  At a sign from Tracy the ugliest of the dogs took the free
end of the gloves in his mouth and pulled so the material slid between the
woman's legs and rubbed her tender crutch.

   "Help her, Juliette.  Hold her still," whispered Tracy.  Juliette took
the woman's arm.

   Tracy took the gloves from the woman's frozen grasp and pulled.  The dog
pulled back and the slippery material slid backwards and forwards
effectively stroking the terrified woman's slit.

   "This dog's a master," said Tracy as the mutt pulled one way and she the
other.  "A master bater!" she quipped.  More laughter.

   They see sawed back and forth for a minute.  The cellist's cries of pain
could have been mistaken for noises of satisfaction.  "Hey, folks.  She
likes it doggy fashion.  But for the real thing we need bigger dogs." Tracy
whipped the gloves away from the animal and handed them to Juliette.

   "Put your hands together folks for Groper and Grabber, the oh-riginal
stripper dogs!" cried Tracy and she bowed and cracked her whip as the two
dogs barked then scampered off through the second door.  To Juliette she
said, "Get those rags off stage." There was faint applause as Tracy ushered
the cellist upstage to where the saw horse stood.  She directed Juliette
through the first door.

   It was a dressing room.  Four of the footmen were playing cards.  They
looked up with interest.  "It's the young Kaiser woman.  She shouldn't be
here," said one.

   "No," said his buddy, "but seeing as how she is " he stood up and began
to unfasten his codpiece.

   Before Juliette could say or do anything the door from the stage opened
and another man poked his head in.

   "She's got the cunt on the trestle.  Two of you get Castor and two
Pollux.  Make sure they're wearing their muzzles and for Krisake don't let
either of them go until Trace tells you.  Got it?"

   "Sure, boss," they said in chorus before filing quietly out of the door.

   "You just wait here, kid.  We'll show you a real good time later,"
leered the footman who would have raped Juliette.

   Juliette, left alone in the dressing room, dumped her load of rags and
went straight to the door opposite the one she had entered by.  It was
unlocked and unguarded.  Looking through the doorway she saw a narrow
corridor and a flight of stairs that led up to a door, presumably onto the
roof.  She backed into the dressing room.  It was cold in the corridor. 
The large mirror reflected her bruised and battered nakedness.  She looked
at the rack of costumes.  They seemed to be mostly fetish gear.  She
selected a leather jump suit, fur-lined boots, and a bearskin overcoat. 
She was tempted to put the clothes on but resisted.  Instead she found two
net bags and stuffed them with a selection of the warmest clothes.  She
wondered what was happening on stage and risked a peep through the dressing
room door.  What she saw shocked her into immobility.

   Tracy had strapped the weeping musician onto the saw horse so that her
ankles were attached to the bottom of one set of legs and her wrists to the
bottom of the other.  A leather-covered pad lay under the woman's hips. 
Her backside was raised and her vulva exposed.  A broad strap bound her
firmly to the horizontal beam of the saw horse.

   Outside the spotlighted area, four men were trying to restrain two huge
Rottweiler dogs.  The dogs' heads were encased in stainless steel and
leather muzzles.  Tracy stood up and called, "Castor.  What a good boy you
are.  This lady said she wanted it doggy fashion but I doubt if she really
meant it.  Let's see shall we?" She nodded to the two men who were trying
to hold the huge beast by hauling on the chain attached to its
steel-studded, leather, harness.  They slipped Castor's lead.

   Juliette wanted to look away but didn't.  The dog ran around the woman
fastened to the trestle once then, on a command from Tracy, mounted the
helpless cellist and proceeded to hump her.  The woman began to scream as
the dog's sharp penis entered her and didn't stop until the exhausted
animal finished its business and withdrew.  The cellist was unconscious
when Tracy unstrapped her and she was carried away by the four handlers.

   "Straight to the infirmary!" ordered Tracy.  She had taken Pollox's lead
and kept Castor's in hand.  She rewarded the huge beasts with a treat from
a pouch on her belt.  " She should be okay.  They wear muzzles because the
dogs might get carried away and grip the object of their passion with their
massive jaws.  That's the real danger."

   "Well, ladies and gentlemen, that about wraps it up.  Unless, of course
one of you would like to give Pollux a treat.  It's not a game for the
fainthearted.  How about you Madam Magda?  You're a real bitch." Laughter
from all but one.

   "Her!" demanded Irma.  She pushed Fiona away from her with a kick.  "I'd
planned to have a piercing party but I think it would be more fun to see
Mrs.  Kaiser Rottweillered.  Take the muzzles off.  Too bad if they nip
her." There was silence from the audience.

   "Why not?" said Adolf."Do it!"

   "Are you sure, Madam, Sir.  It could kill her," said Tracy signaling to
Juliette to help Fiona to her feet.

   "Good," said Irma."Let's live dangerously."

   "In that case," said Tracy, herding the Kaiser women onto the stage and
across it to the dressing room door.  "On your head be it.  I'll take the
muzzles off."

   She did so and, as the dogs tossed their heads in satisfaction she
backed slowly through the dressing room door.  Tracy smiled savagely at the
audience and said, loudly to the huge animals, "Stay.  Guard."

   To the audience she said, "Please, don't anyone move or the heavenly
twins here will rip your throats out.  Goodbye."

   Juliette, Fiona and Tracy, raced through the dressing room, pausing only
to collect the bags of warm clothes Juliette had prepared.  Up the stairs
they ran and then onto the walkway leading to the helicopter pad.  A small
four-seater machine sat on the pad.

   "We've got a few minutes before the guards return from the infirmary and
the dogs attack.  So, while I get the engine moving, rug-up, jump in and
belt-up," said Tracy her eyes bright with the sweet smell of success. 
"We're going to be the first to escape from Black Bear Mountain."

   ***

   Federal Agent Morrison sat on one side of the plain wooden table.  The
escapees sat opposite him.

   Tracy spoke first.  "We have been here, 'helping you with your
enquiries', for three weeks now.  You have heard our story so many times
you must realize that we are not hiding anything nor making anything up. 
So what's happening?  When is the FBI going to close down the Special
Precinct, round up and prosecute the Thilers and their willing
accomplices?"

   Morrison cleared his throat.  "We're not going to," he said baldly.  The
women sat back in their chairs.

   "The evidence " began Fiona.

   "Is insufficient," said the Agent.  "The only alleged offence the
Precinct will admit to was that one of their officers, unbeknownst to them,
was smuggling animal parts out of the country to Asia.  Your testimony on
that point, Tracy, was rock solid.  Mr.  Jugg confessed fully, in writing
before hanging himself."

   "Toby?  Dead?" for a moment Tracy looked concerned.  Then she frowned.
"That was no accident," she said.

   "There is no contradictory evidence.  His confession also clears you of
the crime you were charged with before the precinct court."

   "Jaywalking!" spluttered Tracy.

   "The court records show 'soliciting'."

   "What about our illegal detention in the Country Club?" asked Fiona. 
"The multiple occurrences of sexual assault, rape, sodomy and finally
attempted murder?  Your medical people examined us all within an hour of
our landing at the airport.  They will testify to the state we were in."

   "I'm sorry to say, Ma'am, the Precinct lawyers claim you volunteered to,
er, serve in the club as payment for your crime of possession of drugs. 
They also claim you took great pleasure in the various, er, activities. 
They have produced visual evidence that would have been hard to fake, as it
were.  Your husband confirms this."

   "Bastard," said Juliette.  "I suppose he denies raping me?"

   "Yes, Miss, he claims you were, how did he put it, 'as big a lying whore
as her mother and an hysteric nymphomaniac, to boot'."

   "But what about the criminal records of most of the staff.  Those phony
policemen who raped us on the first night, for instance?" Asked Fiona.

   "The Precinct doesn't deny the fact it acts as a half-way-house to
rehabilitate offenders.  Mr.  Thiler points out none have re-offended since
taking employment with the Precinct."

   "The barracks, the military training?  The Hispanic workers?" Said
Tracy.

   "Rehabilitating youthful offenders by quasi-military training methods
and producing a pool of useful, fit, well-trained fire-fighters and timber
workers is seen as one of the main social goals of the Precinct.  The
training given to the illegal immigrants was a charitable undertaking
funded entirely by the Precinct.  I'm quoting Adolf Thiler."

   "The sex slaves in the Club and the Saloon?"

   "All volunteers for community service.  I interviewed all of them.  Not
one complaint.  Nervous, but they all toed the party line."

   "The band.  The women's string ensemble.  Did you interview them too?"
asked Tracy, sure that they at least would have screamed blue-murder.

   "No.  They had flown out the day before we got there.  A gig in Shanghai
I was told."

   "What about the mine?  What villainy were they up to in the Eldorado
mine?  They were very cagy about that," said Tracy.

   Agent Morrison looked pained.  "The mine is the concern of one of our
Federal intelligence agencies.  That's classified."

   The three escapees looked shocked.

   "So what do we do now?" Said Tracy.

   "You could try taking a civil action against the Precinct, but I don't
advise it.  They have some real heavyweight legal and political members,
you know."

   "Did they offer you membership of the Country Club?" said Juliette
angrily.

   "No, young lady, they did not," he replied sharply.  "Listen, I didn't
like what I saw.  I found Thiler's explanations too glib, too polished and
too good to be true.  I think he's lying in his teeth.  I believe your
stories.  But the prosecutor has said we haven't a shred of evidence to go
on and," Agent Morrison sighed, "with Federal involvement in the Eldorado
mine to be protected no prosecution will be launched."

   "Oh," said Fiona.

   "I also understand that warrants have been sought for Tracy's arrest on
various charges relating to the theft of a helicopter, breaches of air
safety regulations and cruelty to animals.  And an application has been
made for you, Mrs Kaiser, and Juliette to be returned to the precinct to
finish your sentence for traffic in Class A drugs."

   The three women were speechless.  Before they could protest Agent
Morrison stood and said, "I can delay their legal moves for a day or two. I
advise you to use the time to disappear.  If you are short of money I can
advance you $500 each now but please raise what other cash you can, realize
your assets, change your names, hide.  I doubt if they will pursue you, but
I can't be sure.  I will give you a phone number you can use to contact me
in an emergency.  Ask for Morrie and say 'Billy told me to call'.Any
questions?"

   They had hundreds but no one spoke.  The agent pushed three envelopes
across the desk.

   "Ladies, your documents, cash and a blank travel warrant.  You are
forthwith released from custody.  Sorry, it's the best I can do.  Good
luck."

   The end.