Chapter 11
Frieda didn't have time to brood on her probleMs. She heard violent, arguing voices approaching her shed, then the door was kicked in viciously. It was Max, standing there next to Miss Hudson. She wondered what was wrong. "Old man Scotty," as the girls called her behind her back, looked terribly frightened about something, while Max was standing at the doorway, his eyes ablaze with hatred.
"You, you fuckin' bitch!" he screamed, stomping in and grabbing her by the shoulders. Frieda thought he was going to smash her to the ground, and cried out in fear. "You weren't lookin' for any pictures in the desk drawer, were you?"
Suddenly, it all flashed clear to her. He must have discovered the missing ledger and other documents.
"No," she said defiantly, shaking his hands loose from her shoulders. "Did you notice anything missing?"
Frieda heard Max panting like a hunted animal who was trying to get away from his pursuers.
They must have found the papers and figured out his little game. They're after him! Frieda thought.
"You fuckin' bitch! You know Goddamned well what's missin'! What did you do with those letters and-"
"The ledger?"
He looked as though he could kill her on the spot, but Frieda didn't care. She knew that his time was up, and she was enjoying every second of his end. "The police have it."
Both Max and Miss Hudson couldn't disguise their surprise.
"The police? Oh, Max. We'd better get out of here. If they've got those things, even the old ones, it won't take them too long to..."
"Shut up!" he retorted viciously. "They don't know where this place is. Yeah, we'll have to get out of here in a hurry. But we've got more time than we did the last time. Get the guards to drug the girls we want to take and toss them into my pickup. The rest of them ..." He paused, and looked at Frieda. "... well, you know what to do."
Miss Hudson looked at him carefully, and nodded in obedience. She started for Frieda, who shrank back.
"Not her...at least, not yet. I've got something special planned for this one. Are those guys still here?"
"Our customers who saw the donkey show?"
"Yeah. If they are, tell them to stick around. We've got some time, and I want to give them a show I think they'll enjoy. Keep 'em coming back by showing them the new, I say."
Miss Hudson looked quizzically at him. Obviously this was an entertainment he had failed to inform her of, but she nodded quickly and ran up the path.
"Whatever you're planning, you'll never get away with it, Max. The police almost caught you last time, and they'll get you for sure this round."
"I don't know how you got wise to me, and I don't care," he sneered. "I got away before, and
I'll do it this time. But I wanted to make sure that you knew what it was to cross me, baby."
He grabbed her and hustled her along the path to the plaza. On the way to the house Frieda heard screaming coming from some of the sheds. A few of the doors were opened and she could see guards holding down some of the girls while others were injecting something into their arms.
Max dragged her up the stairs and down the hall like a sack of spuds. They reached the sunny room at the end of the hall where she'd sucked off the judge. Max let go of her after he pushed her forward toward the windows.
Frieda looked around and saw the same men standing there who had witnessed Doris' destruction a few minutes before. Turning around, she saw a woman lying on a dining room table. Some of Max's guards were holding down her feet and legs. She must have been brought in only seconds before. Her clothes were scattered on the floor next to the table.
Frieda approached the table and was horrified to see that the woman was her mother! She looked at her daughter. It was obvious that she didn't understand any of this.
"What have you done, and why?" Frieda asked him, horrified. She saw that Max was enjoying this. "She doesn't know anything. Why take it out on her?"
Max walked up to Frieda and put his thumb and forefinger under her chin. He turned and looked at Frieda's mother. "I suppose it would surprise you to know that I've fucked your daughter, wouldn't ::?"
Frieda watched her mother's eyes widen in horror.
"And that she gave me a blowjob. Probably it'd surprise you even more that your precious son and daughter have beening fucking right under your own roof for the past few weeks."
Frieda saw tears well up in her mother's eyes and trickle down her face, while at the same time she heard murmurs of approval from the group of men behind her.
"You've been the only one, old lady, who's been missing out on the action. Well, not any more."
Frieda froze. What was he planning to do, fuck her mother in front of all these people?
"Bring him in," Max ordered. Two men stepped out for a second, then pushed a young man into the room. It was her brother!
"Brian! They've got you here too? Oh my God!"
"God won't help you here," Max snarled.
Frieda saw that her brother had been severely beaten, and that he was just now coming out of unconsciousness. He was focusing his eyes, and in a few minutes was able to take in the whole scene...his sister, the ogling men, Max, Miss Hudson, the guards, and his mother on the table. He trembled with rage and tried to break loose.
"Hold him!" Max ordered. "I'll bet you want to know how I got hold of them," he said to Frieda, enjoying his triumph. "It was a good thing I ran into your mother first. That damned dyke girl friend of your brother's was gone, but your mother told me she had something from my desk, something you gave her and something that upset her. It didn't take me too long to figure out what it was after I went through the drawers. Then it all fell together. I caught you after you'd stashed away some of those ledgers for Betty to find. She found them after I'd brought you here and ran out, as you've just told me, to the police."
The men in the back of the room looked startled. "Mr. Berger, uh, we don't want to interrupt, but, well, with the police and all ... " the judge began.
"Don't worry, your honor. They have no idea where this place is. It'll take 'em a week to find it, if they ever do. By that time, we'll be gone."
This seemed to calm them down, and Max continued.
"I don't know how you got on to me, and I don't care. Anyway, I decided to fix this family's wagon once and for all. Your brother came home. It seems Betty was in such a hurry that she didn't tell him anything. It was pretty easy for me to bring him to my way of reasoning," Max said, patting the nightstick that hung from his belt.
"Max, Max, don't! Leave them alone, please!" her mother pleaded.
"And you, you old whore. You think I married you for anything except a front?"
"I...I..." her mother stammered.
"The only thing that made it bearable was that young cunt flouncing around the house. So, here we are. I promised you gentlemen a show and you're going to get one. I'm sorry, but I of course had to go through all this to bring you up to date. Now, for a little fun."
Max walked up to Brian, who was still being restrained by two guards.
"Fuck your mother," he said nonchalantly.
At first Brain looked as though he thought Max were making a comment. He looked questioningly at him.
"Didn't you hear me? I said I want you to fuck your mother, so take off your clothes and get to it. I haven't got all day."
"Nooooo!" Brian howled, struggling to get free. Frieda started to run to him, but Max grabbed her before she got there. He pulled a knife from his jacket pocket, opened it, and held its tip just under the right side of her chin.
"Now, you're going to do as you're told, or this little girl is gonna have a hole in her throat that's gonna be hard to patch up."
Frieda first thought that he might be bluffing. He wouldn't kill her in front of all these witnesses. But then she thought of all of them in the plaza, publicly masturbating while a young girl was being torn to pieces by a donkey. They'd probably think it was kicky to watch her bleed to death in front of them.
"He'll do it, Brian. Believe me," she said. Her brother looked helplessly at her. "Frieda, I can't. She's my mother."
"Aw, ain't that sweet...his mother!" Max said, turning to the men in the rear of the room. The air was filled with chuckling and heavy breathing.
Frieda knew that Max would probably try to kill them after it was all over; but at least this way they'd have time to think of something, anything. Sometimes the best plans are made under pressure...but she needed time, at least a little bit. "Well?" Max said impatiently. "Brian, please," Frieda pleaded. Her mother lay on the table moaning.
Brian said nothing, but nodded in agreement. The guards let his arms go so he could undress. He reddened as he pulled off his sweatshirt and slipped off his shorts.
"Well, looky there. No hard-on. Can't have a fuck unless you get it stiff!" Max was.enjoying this to the hilt, Frieda observed.
"Goddamn it, I can't!" Brian exclaimed. "No problems there, son. Frieda, I'm afraid I'll have to trust you. But remember: there's a room full of us and only two of you."
Max took the knife from her neck and let her go. Frieda knew what he wanted. Under other circumstances she would have had no objections. But now, the idea of touching her brother seemed filthy, obscene, and worst possible thing she could think of doing. She looked at Brian and saw that he was thinking the same thing.
"What's taking you so long? Never took you too much time before to flip your brother's cock in your mouth. You couldn't get enough of it. So, TAKE IT!" Max's last words rang out like gun shots. All through his little speech Max had tried to play the part of the gentleman...speaking in a dignified tone while authoring a hideous crime.
Frieda walked up to her brother, looked apologetically into his face, then sank to her knees. She took Brian's cock between two fingers of her right hand and saw it spring into a semierection. Even in this situation Brian couldn't help himself when his sister touched him.
Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and started rubbing it gently under the cockhead. She saw Brian's muscular belly draw in sharply and felt his prick spring up further, bouncing against her upper lip. Frieda took a deep breath, opened her jaws, pushing her mouth over the stiffening prick, and started to suck.
After a few moments, Frieda backed away and saw that her brother's cock was fully extended, and looked at Max to see if she were through. He flashed a savage look at her, and motioned her to go on. Again she lowered her mouth over the swollen purple cockhead. Brian began to buck with passion, arching his hips slightly and lifting his heels off the floor. His rising cock throbbed furiously inside Frieda's hot wet mouth, his ass contracting and releasing regularly.
Frieda began to forget where she was...her mother, Max, Miss Hudson...everything seemed to melt into the background. All that was real was Brian and his hot, massive cock. She swirled her :;ngue around the underside of the cockhead until the shaft started throbbing almost uncontrollably. Frieda released his cock, and as it bounced and jerked wildly in the air, she moved her mouth down to Brian's balls. She clamped her lips around them, pulling them deep into her mouth.
"Ohhhh!" her brother moaned.
He was cumming. She hadn't been sucking him for more than a minute or two and he was ready to shoot his load. Well, maybe this would save her mother the agony of being fucked by her own son. Frieda released his balls and went back to his twitching cock. She ran her tongue around the base of Brian's massive prong, then quickly slid it up the underside to the sensitive head.
But both Max and Miss Hudson were too much the pros to let Frieda suck up the hot jism boiling in her brother's balls.
"Get back!" Max ordered.
Reluctantly, Frieda opened her mouth and let Brian's cock go.
"Now climb on the table and fuck her," Max ordered.
Brian realized there was little he could do but comply with his stepfather's orders. He walked slowly over to the table, where four guards were holding her down. At Max's signal, the two in front hoisted up her legs until they were in a spreadeagle position, exposing her cunt and asshole. Frieda's mind flashed back to Doris, poor Doris. Only a short while ago she was in the same position just a few feet away being fucked by a donkey. Now it was her mother, held down on the table, helpless, about to be fucked by her own son.
"She's probably dry, so you'd better slick 'er up a little."
Brian hesitated, then leaned forward and started tonguing his mother's cunt. Frieda heard her mother scream, then she arched her back stiffly, lifting her asscheeks off the table. Brian grabbed the outsides of both her thighs and pushed her down. Frieda was surprised to see that her brother seemed to be enjoying what he was doing...or at least, wasn't fighting the feeling.
Max had an idea. "Move that old bitch to one end of the table," he told the guards. They slid Frieda's mother to one end of the table. "Now, Miss Hudson, escort Frieda to the table."
Frieda wondered what this was all about, but had no choice but to obey. As Miss Hudson dragged her forward and propped her up on the table's edge, Frieda turned around and saw Bill through the window, standing by the sheds looking around with several police officers! They were tying up the guards and freeing some of the girls. They must have snuck up on them without arousing any suspicion, because she hadn't heard any shots or shouting. The dogs were barking furiously, but that didn't seem to bother anyone inside. They were too intent on watching what was going on in the room.
It was only a matter of time, she thought, smiling to herself as she lay back and exposed her cunt. Frieda knew instinctively that Max wanted exactly that. There they were, side by side, mother and daughter, their cunts exposed. Brian continued chewing on his mother's twat until he saw Frieda throw up her legs. He moved to her cunt, stabbing his tongue into the slick gash. He was licking her clit, slobbering on her inner lips, poking his tongue into the interior of her cunt, moving his body back and forth in erotic abandon.
Fuck me! Frieda thought, unable to control the rising tension that built in her belly and made her cunt twitch with pleasure.
He shifted his face slightly, pushing his nose into her cunt this time, poking forward until his nose was buried deep between the lips of her pussy. In spite of her growing passion Frieda was aware that her mother was groaning.
Frieda raised her head slightly and saw that Miss Hudson had moved to the front of the table and now was crouching down in front of her mother's cunt like some sort of pilgrim worshiping at a religious shrine, except that her face was buried in that exposed twat!
Frieda's mother gritted her teeth as she felt the tongue snake up toward her clitoris; she shivered in fear and disgust as a finger stroked her asshole. She felt Miss Hudson's tongue settle on her clit for an instant; then she could feel a pair of lips closing around the tiny knob, pursing as if to suck, and now the older woman was applying suction. She started screaming and twisting on the table.
"Leave her alone!" Frieda wailed.
Max sneered, then pulled Miss Hudson gently away from his wife's cunt. "My wife's got better things to do with her snatch," he growled.
Frieda winced at the idea that Max was married to her mother. Mrs. Max Berger! Oh God! And only now her mother was realizing what a murdering pig she'd attached herself to.
Frieda's thoughts were interrupted by another of her mother's screaMs. This time Frieda almost joined her. Max had ordered Brian to climb on the table and fuck his mother. At the same time the senator had come forward, unable to restrain himself and remain in the back. His withered cock was protruding angrily from his opened fly.
"Such a pretty little mouth," he said mincingly. "It was soooo nice before as my little girl. Do it again."
Frieda looked at him angrily. "Get fucked!"
He was astonished. His little girl was talking like a Hollywood hooker. "What?"
"You heard me, you old fart, I said get fucked. I'm tired of playing your stupid, filthy games."
"Mr. Berger; Miss Hudson," the senator called complainingly.
Max and Miss Hudson rushed to the table and took position behind Frieda, pushing her back flat against the table top and pulling her back until her head dangled over the edge. Max pulled out his knife again and held it at her throat.
"You get the picture, little girl?"
Frieda nodded as best she could. She waited until Max moved away then parted her lips, about to announce to everyone in the room that their game was up...that the police were at the door and probably would be busting the whole filthy lot of them in a matter of minutes...when she felt something hot and rubbery slip into her mouth. Then she felt something trying to enter her cunt. It felt like fingers! It must be Brian. She heard him groaning, could hear the squishing of his cock as it slid in and out of her mother's cunt. She spread her legs so that he could have more area to work in with his fingers.
Frieda started lifting her ass up and down, slapping it hard against the table top only to propel it up in the air again, impaling her cunt on Brian's probing fingers. Her brother seemed to have forgotten it was his mother under him. His eyes were closed, sweat beading his forehead, plastering his blond hair to the skin while rivers of perspiration ran down his neck, over his taut nipples and down his panting belly. The men in the back had drawn closer to the table, staring at the mechanical pumping of the young man's cock as it slid rapidly in and out of his mother's protesting cunt. Like Frieda, they too were excited by the wet sucking sound his prick made against the slick walls of his mother's twat, and by the slapping of his balls against her upturned ass.
Brian began shouting something unintelligible, muffled grunts that told Frieda he was cumming. She could stand it no longer. She humped and jabbed and impaled herself fiercely on his jerking fingers until she felt her cunt contract sharply in a series of explosions that racked her sweat-slicked body. Brian's grunt and Frieda's bucking weren't lost on the senator. He slammed his old prick harder and harder into Frieda's panting mouth until he cried out.
Frieda had almost forgotten about him, but was quickly reminded when she felt spurts of thick white cum drip down her throat.
Finally he was through, and withdrew his cock from her mouth. Frieda tried to spit the sticky cum onto the floor, but realized she'd swallowed it because of the awkward position she was in.
"You old pig," she mumbled as he went back to his cronies, zipping up his fly and chuckling in triumph. Frieda glanced to her right and saw her mother, her eyes wide open and glazed over. She was in shock, Frieda knew, and she reached over to try to slap her face and bring her back to reality.
"You want to get into her too?" Max sneered.
Frieda couldn't believe the incredible filthiness of the man.
"She's in shock," Frieda said disgustedly.
"Your brother seems to be sharing the same condition," Max observed.
Frieda looked at Brian, who had just finish squirting the last of his steaming load of jism deep into his mother's cunt. His head hung limply on his chest and his body heaved with sobs.
"Oh, Jesus, what have I done?" he kept repeating over and over. Frieda reached out to comfort him.
"You couldn't help it, Brian. You had to do it. Everything'll be all right, you'll see."
"Very touching," Max said dryly, "but the game's over. Come on, down from the table."
Frieda shrank from Max's hand. She would rather throw herself out the window if she had to than touch her stepfather. Suddenly the door to the room burst open. Everyone wheeled around to see Bill and a squad of police officers, guns drawn, looking every inch like they meant business. Frieda was never so happy to see a man before in her life. Bill's eyes were steely and he crouched on the floor, his right arm stretched out, holding his .38 steadily.
"All right, everybody...game's over. Don't try anything or I'll drop you right there."
Miss Hudson screamed and almost fainted. She had reason to be upset. Max just stood at the foot of the table and stared stupidly at the police. Bill ran up to him and threw him to the floor. Frieda could tell from the look on his face that he had to use every ounce of restraint to keep from kicking him to death in front of everyone. Max's eyes stared blankly at the far wall. He was out of action all right.
The rest of the police had disarmed the guards and cuffed them, while the group of old men cringed in the corner. Frieda crossed her legs and smiled at them, waving occasionally like a little girl at the senator. She knew that their careers were finished. After the papers got wind of this...and get wind of it they would...they wouldn't be able to clean toilets in Ulan Bator.
Frieda's thoughts were interrupted by yher mother's moaning. Brian had taken his cock out and was leaning against her raised right leg, covering his face with his hands. Frieda saw that her mother needed medical attention, and motioned to Bill to come to her.
"I can't explain right now what happened, but my mother's going to need a lot of help."
Bill looked at Frieda's mother, then at Brian, and shook his head.
"Thank God we broke up this band of sickies! There's a doc outside taking care of some of the girls in the sheds. I'll bring him right in to look at her."
"Oh, and there's a girl somewhere in this house.
They took her in here after she ... she ..." Frieda suddenly found it hard to spit out what had happened. It was all to grotesque, sickening, and she felt ashamed to tell anyone what had happened. "Oh God," she moaned, holding her head, "they forced her to screw a donkey!"
"Oh my God," Bill muttered.
"They tore her up pretty badly, but she might still be alive."
"Jasinski, Dolan, search this place for a young girl who's injured. They think she needs medical attention right away."
The officers ran from the room while Bill found some sheets for Brian and Frieda to wrap themselves in. The doctor had come in and looked over their mother, pronouncing that she was suffering from shock and needed immediate hospitalization.
"I'd better go along with her to sign any papers," Frieda said, getting up. Her knees were weak. She could hardly believe that the ordeal was over. The nightmare her family had been forced to live was now ended. Max and Miss Hudson were escorted, handcuffed, out the door.
"You'd better get some men to start digging around the perimeter fence," Frieda advised as she was walking with Bill and Brian to the ambulance. "I think you'll find what's left of a lot of missing girls around there."
"Christ," Brian muttered, feeling shaky. "I don't know what happened. I fucked my own mother! What kind of place is this?"
Frieda wanted to hold Brian's head and tell him it was all right, but her mother was waiting in the ambulance. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Bill on the forehead.
"Thank you," she whispered softly as she climbed into the rear of the ambulance.