Chapter 8

"Come in, Hack," boomed Adolf Thiler from behind his polished, antique, wooden desk. He was a small, thin, man with bright blue eyes. His black hair was slicked down and parted to one side. He was clean-shaven. Had he grown a small moustache the resemblance to his anagrammatic namesake would have been complete. Adolf Thiler's office was located on the top floor of the Country Club. The whole floor was occupied by Thiler's suite of rooms. The view from the tall double-glazed windows was of ridge after ridge of fir-clad mountain slopes stretching to the horizon.

"You wait outside, Beast Mistress," he said to Zelda. "I'll call you if I need you."

Zelda nodded and closed the office door behind her leaving Hack to walk the fifteen or so paces to the imposing desk. There was no chair close enough to the desk for Hack to sit on so he stood. The financier felt foolish and vulnerable in his too short blue denim dress with its slogan, "Zelda's Bitch." Thiler was wearing a well-cut suit and silk tie. Hack cleared his throat nervously but, as he began to speak, Adolf, the power behind the Black Bear Mountain Special Precinct, raised a hand and stopped him.

"Oh, Hack. I cannot say how sorry I was to hear you had fallen foul of the local law," he began. Adolf's voice oozed false sympathy. He sighed and shook his head ruefully.

"It was foolish of you to attack two of my most trusted and competent security officers. Why? Was it because you attempted to bring hard drugs into the Precinct? I should have warned you. They are available, of course, but only to executive officers and members of the Country Club. Rank has its privileges in the Precinct but you, Hack, had no rank whatsoever. Your womenfolk didn't help your cause, or theirs, by accusing the police of rape."

Hack started to reply, angry and anxious to put his account of the Kaiser family's first dreadful night spent on Black Bear Mountain, but he was once again silenced by an imperious wave of Adolf's carefully manicured hand.

"No matter. You have been here for several weeks and, I am reliably informed, have settled down to do the time for your crime. You have proved useful in increasing the profitability of Products Division, and have formed an, er, affectionate relationship with one of my junior executives. I know, from our earlier business association what a skilled manipulator of funds you really are. You would be much more use to me here in the headquarters where your unique skills and intimate knowledge of the international financial sector could be put to better use. I am tempted to free you, but you must first agree to join my team."

Hack could keep quiet no longer."Free me? I should never have been enslaved in the first place," he shouted. "This whole operation is illegal, crazy, un-fucking-believable!"

Adolf said, quietly, "Calm down, Hack. Or shall I have Zelda come in and bring you to heel?"

The threat worked. Hack shut his mouth.

"That's a good bitch," smiled Adolf. "You were a criminal before you came here. Don't pretend otherwise. Our deal with the cabin was, as you know, in breach of both state and federal anti corruption laws. Oh, by the way, I have, of necessity, confiscated all your property on Black Bear Mountain, cabin, car, coke. Your other, off-mountain, assets, are similarly vulnerable while you are imprisoned in the precinct. So your choices are really very limited. Join me, in an admittedly illegal operation, and keep your wealth—and grow richer— or refuse and try to finish your sentence. You still have a month to serve, I see. I doubt you'd last the winter in that frock."

Hack thought quickly. Join him. Escape. Send for Fiona and Juliette. There is only one answer I can sensibly give. He's mad. Be careful. He said, "I know we cut some corners when I negotiated that transfer of funds for you and I accepted some unauthorized payments and perquisites but, Adolf, I am not that big a crook. What I have seen of the set up here is totally outside the national law. It is wildly illegal. Unconstitutional. Criminal."

Adolf looked pleased. "Yes. Yes. We have created a state within a state. But strong. If you elect to join me you will learn just how strong a community we are forging on Black Bear Mountain. And with what wide-ranging influence." Thiler sighed and looked pleased with himself.

"Well," he said, "do you accept my offer. Do you want to join my team?"

Hack nodded. Don't seem too keen or he'll suspect your sincerity. "I guess so," he said.

"Good," said Adolf. "You are dismissed. Go and find your mistress. Both of you report to Magda Oldfield who will allocate you temporary quarters here in the Club. You and Zelda are invited to dinner with Irma and me tonight. You have until seven to clean up and get out of that ridiculous dress."

Hack turned and started toward the door.

"Oh," said Adolf. "Before I fully welcome you to the team, I will expect a demonstration of your commitment."

"What sort of demonstration?" said Hack.

"We are, as you have so accurately observed, a criminal organization. I want to be sure you are one of us in fact as well as spirit. I want a record of you deliberately breaking the law. Committing a crime."

"What crime?" said Hack.

"I'll think of something," said Adolf and waved him out of the room.

An hour before lunch, the dresser fitted Fiona and Juliette with what passed for French maids' costumes. These were topless, brief, figure-hugging black, white-collared, dresses. The very short skirts revealed transparent, white, knickers above matt black stockings. Pleated white linen caps, black neck-ribbons, crisp white aprons and high-heeled black pumps completed the Kaiser women's outfits. Rouge applied to lips and exposed nipples complemented their bright scarlet nail-varnish and garters.

"Don't worry, dearies," cackled the dresser, when Fiona pointed out her costume was too tight and Juliette's too loose. "You won't be wearing them clothes for long once the party gets going. That Adolf Thiler and his Missus like to see what they're fucking. They'll have you naked in no time flat. And if they don't, Madam Magda will. Now, you just go and get some lunch while I fit out your old friend, Tracy."

"Tracy?" said Juliette. "Is she back from the Saloon?"

The dresser nodded and looked over her shoulder. She saw Magda was occupied with the clothing racks, choosing her own outfit for the big event. In a confidential whisper she confided, "They brought her in 'specially. Her act is the latest hit with the mob in the Saloon. Her ex boyfriend's going to be at the dinner too with his latest floozie. Nasty little shit, if you ask me. Him, not her. She's just desperate. Calls herself Maria."

"Who else will be at the dinner?" asked Fiona also in a soft whisper. "Do you know?"

"That slut from the bear-park, Zelda, needed an evening dress. She's here with your hubby, Dearie. She's a randy little vixen if you ask me. The Thiler's helicopter pilot's fiancee, Kim Lee, asked if I could fix the hem on her skirt."

"Stop this gossiping," called Magda. "If you're finished with the dresser get back to your room. I'll be there shortly."

Magda Oldfield sat on the side of Fiona's big bed and smiled spitefully at the two Kaiser women.

Fiona and Juliette stood at attention—fearful of the wicked electronic prod Magda twirled carelessly with her fingers. It was just after lunch and her presence in their room was both unusual and unwelcome. Memories of yesterday's lesbian orgy were clear in the minds of the two prisoners. Fiona particularly had been subjected to savage treatment by both Magda and Irma Thiler. She hoped Mad Magda's visitation was not a precursor to yet another bout of sexual sadism.

"I've met your husband, Fiona. He's a guest here. I put him and his girlfriend in one of the VIPS' suites. She's not much older than Juliette. A brunette. I left them fucking in the spa-bath."

Fiona said nothing. Magda stood and unfastened her skirt.

"Your Daddy's got a big cock, Juliette. Hasn't he?"

Juliette remained silent. Magda let her skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of the pool of black cloth. She was wearing a strap-on double-dildo. The obscenely large and knobbly projection wobbled as Magda undulated her hips.

"But not as big as this one," she snarled. "Whore," she barked at Fiona, "Get that slut of a daughter on her knees and hold her pussy open for me. I'm gonna fuck her doggy fashion."

Fiona hesitated and Magda stabbed at her with the prod. Juliette jumped in front of her mother. "Just do it," she said fearfully.

Fiona knelt on the thick pile carpet. Juliette knelt and faced her. She presented her smoothly rounded rump to the rampant madam. Fiona wrapped her arms around the young woman's hips and with gentle fingers slipped her daughter's transparent panties down her thighs. She felt for then gently parted Juliette's labia.

"Wider! Get your god-damned fingers inside her twat and stretch it!"