Escape From Black Bear MountainChapter 5
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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.
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