Chapter 3

Hack shivered in the cage in the back of the police wagon. The rain had stopped and the sky was clearing. The night was getting colder. He could make out movement inside the cabin from time to time but had no real idea of what was happening to his wife and daughter nor who was the hooded and jackbooted man he had seen escort them inside. As he watched, the door opened and in the light from the cabin he saw a slim, broad-shouldered, man go down the steps from the verandah and open the back doors of the Ford. After a minute or so the man returned to the cabin carrying one of the boxes of supplies Hack had loaded yesterday. Hack shouted and shook the cage, to no purpose. He was couldn't be sure it was the same man he had seen earlier. Both had been wearing jackboots. Hack felt sick to see that the man who had collected the box was wearing only jackboots.

"This the one?" Al asked Fiona. "It's labeled 'booze'." He held out a cardboard box for her inspection. The big-breasted blonde was nursing her unconscious daughter on one of the small leather settees. She glared at the naked policeman."Yes," she snapped. "Get her some brandy."

Al laughed as he went into the kitchen area in search of glasses.

"Your... your 'buddy' could have killed her. You realize that?" she yelled at him.

She glared at the older, hairier, fatter, baldheaded policeman who sat, spread-legged, on a settee opposite. Max was grinning happily. His monstrous, now flaccid, cock glistened in the flickering light of the fire.

"Nah," he said. "I only got it half way up the little cunt. Thanks to this." Max patted his beer gut.

His belly overhung his long member. The fact may well have saved Juliette from having to take its full length, and so avoid internal injuries. The idea was small consolation to Fiona. She had tried to pull Max off her struggling daughter when he first grabbed the girl but had been dragged off the rutting policeman by Al. Fiona had had no option but to watch helplessly as Max brutally tossed Juliette onto the floor and ripped into the terrified young woman with his hideously long, and poker-stiff, cock. Juliette had felt the head of Max's cock bang against her cervix from the first thrust. She had tried to squirm away from his overpowering bulk but without success. Max held her fast and, despite the handicap of his belly, fucked Juliette as if he wanted to poke her eyes out from inside her head. The young woman had passed out minutes before he came, shooting great gobs of cum into her unresponsive body.

Al found four tumblers and splashed a good quantity of brandy into each. Juliette came round after being given a sip by Fiona. The young woman looked puzzled for a moment as she tried to recall where she was, then, as full memory returned, she whimpered pitifully and clung tightly to her mother.

"What's the time?" asked Al. He scratched his pendulous balls as he savored the expensive French spirit.

"I make it eight o'clock," said Max looking at his newly acquired Omega.

"Gives us another hour to play hide the sausage," grinned Al. "Before we take these offenders to the sherif's office. What do you think, Max?"

"I think you're right," said Max. He leered at Fiona. "How about I give momma a tit-fuck. She's built for a tit-fuck. Dugs like medicine balls. Have Julie go down on her at the same time and you root the kid's virgin ass while she's gumming her momma?"

"Sounds good to me," said Al. "What do you think, bitch?"

Fiona looked appalled. She was still mortified that she had enjoyed multiple orgasms during the first rape. The thought of Juliette again tonguing her while Max played with her sensitive breasts should have horrified her, she knew. Instead Fiona felt a thrill of anticipation. She suppressed the feeling with a shudder of self-loathing.

"No," she croaked. "Please, I beg you, leave us alone."

"Or," said Max, ignoring Fiona's objection, "we could always bring daddy in from the paddy-wagon and use him as a mattress like we did with that family last year. 'Course he's skinnier than what-was-his-name so it would be harder on the women."

"He's here? My husband, Hack?"

"Yeah. He's in the wagon. You want him in here? You could tell him what a good time we've been having," said Al. "Then Julie could give him a blow job while Max and me top and tail you. Be educational, I guess."

Fiona stared at him with horror then shook her head.

"I'll do whatever you say. Leave Hack out of it," she said weakly.

Al finished his drink then led Fiona to where Max was sitting and, after the fat policeman had shifted his ass, Al sat the woman between them. He told her what to do and she obeyed. She put one leg over Max's thigh and the other over Al's. Spread wide, her pussy was open to what Al called, "a bit of finger fucking" and she writhed in suppressed ecstasy as Al played with her open cunt. He was skillful in arousing, yet again, Fiona's smouldering libido.

To Fiona's surprise Max was just as subtle in his foreplay with her breasts. He softly teased each nipple and massaged her full bosom with gentle caresses with his huge and calloused hands.

On her part, Fiona was made to take a flaccid penis in each hand and stroke them erect while Juliette nursed the aching bollocks of first one policeman then the other.

When Al and Max were again erect they stopped playing and swung into action. Fiona was ready to explode. She thrust her tender pussy against her daughter's questing tongue and squeezed Max's huge cock between her fleshy tits with wild abandon. She sought the sticky knob of Max's prick with her lips as he thrust between her breasts. When she found it she sucked him eagerly.

Juliette tried to pull away from Fiona's crutch as Al parted the cheeks of her ass and proceeded to bugger her. Fiona caught her daughter's head in a scissors grip and held her fast. Fiona did not let go until she, Max and Al had climaxed noisily.

"Mother," wailed Juliette, when she at last struggled free of Fiona's grasp."How could you? He b... b... butt-fucked me and you helped him."

Fiona, terribly ashamed but sexually satiated for the first time in a decade, said nothing as she and her daughter were led to the bathroom and the joys of a long, hot, shower—supervised by Al.

While Al helped the women clean up Max unloaded the boxes and suitcases from the Kaiser's family auto and put them on the verandah. When the women had showered, Al had them put on summer dresses and heeled sandals retrieved from the back of the Ford. Then, when Max was back in uniform, the big-bellied cop loaded the women on board the Ford and drove to the sherif's office. Here Fiona and Juliette were charged with causing damage to drainage systems and plantation trees, the property of Black Bear Mountain National Park; insulting language to officers of the Black Bear Mountain Police and Environment Authority, and with being accessories to trafficking in class A drugs.

The officer on duty was a handsome dark-skinned woman of about thirty. She smiled cynically as Max read the charges. The name tag on the breast of her smart black and tan uniform identified her as Senior Warden Asa Lincoln. She was a few centimeters taller than Fiona with full breasts and a narrow, leather-belted, waist. Her uniform skirt was shorter than regulation length and when she stepped out from behind the counter allowed her long, slim, jack-booted legs to be seen to advantage.

"Al is bringing the husband in. Same charges 'cept assault of officers and possession of trafficable quantities of class A drugs." said Max. "It's been a long day. Can I leave these two with you Asa?"