Chapter 1

Al saw they were mother and daughter straight away. They were spot-lit in the beam of his powerful torch. At the thought of what he could—no, would—do to them his cock began to swell.

They had the same straw-colored hair, the same cornflower-blue eyes and the same long, shapely, stretch-denim wrapped legs. Momma had bigger, rounder, boobs and broader hips. She was a few inches taller than her kid and a few pounds heavier. The rain had soaked them both. Momma would have won the wet tee-shirt competition, had they been holding one on Black Bear Mountain that night. Her pale, blue veined, melons supported by a white broderie-anglais bra, were visible through the saturated cotton. Her daughter's full but firmer, unsupported tits with their pink button nipples giving quotation marks to the slogan, "Jesus Loves Me" would have run her a close second.

Al smiled. He said, "It's a while since I had a mother and her very little daughter. This must be my lucky day."

"Please," said Momma, "Don't hurt us. There's money and cards in my pocket book, and..."

"Lady, shut up," he said to her. He had a firm grip on Momma's arm with one hand and her daughter's wrist with the other. The rain didn't bother Al or his sidekick. Their black, hooded, oilskin coats and rubberized jackboots kept them relatively warm and dry.

They had stopped when they saw the two women shivering in their wet tee-shirts and one mud-covered exhausted man trying to coax the Ford out of the shallow ditch bordering the forest. The situation was not what they had expected but in many ways it made their task easier.

The driver of the bogged Ford All Terrain Vehicle now lay, face-down, on the wet, muddy, road. The road was an unmade but graded track through the pine forest that grew on the north flank of Black Bear Mountain. He wasn't moving. The scene was lit by the dipped headlights of Al's auto.

Al said to his colleague, who was standing over the unconscious form of the driver, "What's in his pockets?"

Al's big off sider grunted as he knelt and then bent over his belly to search the prostrate figure.

"Wallet, keys, handkerchief, coins. Packet of condoms."

"We won't need those, will we?" asked Al, cheerfully.

The older woman again begged, "Please don't..." but Al interrupted her.

"What's in the guy's wallet?"

"Notes. 'Bout $500. Cards. 'Bout a dozen. American Express Gold. Few packets of white powder."

"Don't get them packets wet, Max, you hear?"

"I ain't that stupid, Al. Hey, passport and driver's licence in his hip pocket."

"What's it say?"

"Henry Ainslie Kaiser," Max read. "Consultant."

"Your husband? Her daddy? That right?" said Al. The question was addressed to Momma now shivering with the cold. She was ankle deep in the flooded roadway. She nodded.

"We call him 'Hack'. I'm Fiona Kaiser. She's my daughter, Juliette. Please don't hurt us. Is he... d... d... ?"

"Dead? Nah. Takes more than a tap on the head to kill a thick-skulled citizen like Henry here. Where the fuck were you going at this time of night in this god-damned weather? Who the fuck was he going to consult with?"

"We... we've bought a cabin in the hills. A holiday home. We got lost."

"A cabin? Where?"

"South of Black Bear Mountain Village. Eldorado, it's called. It's an old gold mine. We were trying to find it when we slid off the track. We'd been trying to get out of the mud for three hours when you came by. He, Hack, thought you would help us..."

"Yeah. Well, we all make mistakes."

"What d'you want me to do with him, Al?" asked Max. He knelt by the unconscious figure. He grinned up at the three people standing in the rain. "I could break his neck. No problem. Make it look like it happened when he slid off the laterite and into the woods. Same with the women—after we fuck 'em, o'course."

"No!" screamed Fiona. Al grinned. There was a sudden squall of wind and a flurry of heavier rain drops. Juliette started to weep.

"I got a better idea," said Al. "Don't mind ol' Max. He's got a weird sense of humor."

He turned to face Max. "These good folk are from the city," he said. "I guess they are the 'investors' we was told about, who bought the shack by the old Eldorado mine. Weren't your cousin Aaron getting good money for doing up the old cabin on the place?"

Max nodded. Water splashed from his black oilskin hood. Hack groaned and tried to rise, Max hit him with a rabbit punch and pushed him back down into the mud.

"See, city folk bring wealth and employment to us country bumpkins," Al lectured. "So it would be wrong to do what you are suggesting, Maximilian. Hell, I bet these folk came here to view their 'investment'. Maybe pick up a nugget or two. They are on vacation. They need to rest a while in the fresh country air." He turned to Fiona. "Ain't that right?"

The woman didn't know how to respond. She stared at the big black-clad man.

Another rain squall slashed down through the trees on each side of the track.

"I say we take them to the old Eldorado mine. Help them settle in to their new holiday cabin. Despite what they done. We'll show them a real good time."

Max grinned broadly. "You're the boss," he said.

"Okay," Al smiled. "Toss that no-good sack of consulting shit in the back of our truck. Then fix the winch cable to the front of the Ford. Let me know when you're ready to pull us out."

"Sure, Boss. Are you gonna drive the Ford?"

"Yeah. Useless heap of crap that it is. You go ahead when you've pulled us out. I'll be okay once we're free. Light the fire. Get things ready for when I bring Mrs Kaiser and her daughter in from the rain."

Max dragged the unconscious Hack Kaiser to the back of the white four-wheel drive vehicle he and Al had been driving when they came across the accident and threw him into the back of the vehicle.

Al pushed the two women into the back seat of the Ford. Mother and daughter needed no encouragement to scramble into the dry interior of their auto. He cuffed them separately to the grab handles inside the car. Within minutes both vehicles were on the road and heading north.

The journey seemed endless to Fiona and Juliette. During the early part of the ride Al was quiet as he skillfully manoeuvred the underpowered vehicle along the treacherously slippery wet track. As he grew more confident he began to talk.

"How old are you, kid?" he said to Juliette.

"Eighteen," she mumbled.

"Really? Your Momma must have pupped young. That right, Fiona?"

The Ford slithered slowly sideways as Al steered the auto around a sharp bend.

"Please. What are you going to do when we get to the cabin?" said Fiona, avoiding the question.

"Why, Fiona, sweetheart," he said sounding surprised. "We're gonna show you a real Black Bear Mountain Welcome. How d'you like it? Straight or up the ass?"