Two young tourist couples pick the wrong biker gang to mess with.
THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 26 – Not a Fairy Tale Ending - PART 1
GARY
I couldn’t believe that I was doing this, but I was. Had I done plenty of unsavory things in my bar? Sure. More than I could ever count. This, though, took it to another level. I had never raped a cunt in my own bar. Maybe seeing Rex and his Frost Demons have their way in the Shark and Seal all night had affected my judgment, corrupted me with a primal libido that wouldn’t take No for an answer. All I knew was that I was thinking with the smaller of my two heads at this point. My cock raged to get inside the tight body of that sexy brunette.
Sara stiffened as she felt my hand slide along her buttocks. I had already shrugged out of my clothes and thrown them onto the floor on the way over. My erection stood out like a vicious spike. Petite babe looked over her shoulder at me with fear, shock, and disgust.
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I said huskily, nodding at her sister’s prone figure. “Raise your ass up for me. Let me see that pussy.”
The girl gave me a sullen look. She almost said something. I could well imagine what was going through mind. How could you? How could you just watch these psychos rape and torture us? How could you join in?! By now, though, the bitch knew I was a lost cause. She dutifully repositioned herself on her hands and knees. Her neck strained upward so that she could keep lapping at her sister’s tainted sex.
Meanwhile, I was greedily fixated on the puffy-red lips of that magnificent cunt before me and that gaping anal opening, its webbing still sheened in the leftover cum of more than a dozen men. I rested my shaft along the crack of Sara’s ass while deciding which hole I wanted to rape. The arousing sounds of her lapping at Jamie’s cunt kept my shaft as hard as diamond. I stroked the smooth, velvet-soft skin of both ass cheeks and traced my fingers along the gorgeous contours of her spine and lower back. She was magnificent. She was the most magnificent piece of ass I had ever laid eyes on.
And she was all mine.
“You came to the wrong bar tonight, but if you play your cards right you might still survive more or less intact,” I advised her. “I’m going to fuck you now, so don’t try anything stupid,” I added, surprised at how cruel my own voice sounded. She paused from slurping on her unconscious sister’s pussy long enough to give me a hateful glare.
“You fucking bastard. You’re just as bad as they are,” she spat.
“Maybe I am,” I agreed. I eased my cock into her asshole now as if to confirm her worst fears. To her credit, she didn’t even flinch as I took her gaping ass with my rigid manhood. She merely turned back to giving her sister’s snatch those loving, gentle, and tender licks. The slut alternated between doing that and sucking on the blonde’s reddened labia and swollen clit like some horny fuck-slave.
Yes… this bitch was a survivor all right. We would get along just fine for these next few minutes until I took what I wanted. After that, well, she could use her newfound skills to become the Frost Demon gang’s newest, most successful communal whore for all I cared.
Within the next fifteen minutes or so, I almost reached a place of bliss like no other. I gave her rump a good, hard fucking, but that was just the beginning. I decided to get the best of both worlds. Her tight little ass, despite being stretched, almost made me come too soon, so I switched to the girl’s pussy instead. I pounded that tight, sticky fuck-hole as if my life depended on it.
She didn’t give me the satisfaction of moaning – the sullen bitch – but I could tell from her heavy breathing and the way that her pussy began juicing up around my shaft that I was starting to get through to her. The girl’s primal instincts were responding to the cock reaming her sensitive young sex. She just kept feasting on her sister, though, trying to ignore me as best she could… even as her body tightened with me inside of her and seemed to beg, More! More!! More!!!
Then rapture came. I felt it rushing toward me like a train. My cock lanced her silken-soft love-hole and then I felt myself spilling deep inside her. Pumping cum toward her womb, I gripped her waist tight and tainted her with the full blast of my raping seed. She shuddered as I slammed into her and spewed in her again and again. Her cunt was sucking out my ball-juice like it was the only true purpose of her existence. Soon I felt like I had emptied not just my sperm but my very soul into the bitch. I felt completely spent, almost desiccated. Satisfaction vied with exhaustion. I paused to relish that snug fit, my softening cock nestled in her warmth.
Pulling out, I looked down at my accomplishment. One last torrent of cum seeped from the folds of a ravaged 22-year-old pussy. Meanwhile, she was still licking pussy, on and on, desperate to revive her poor sister.
“Mmmm. You did good, bitch. For what it’s worth, I hope you and your sister don’t die.” I reached out and stroked her hair. Then I pressed her face against the blonde’s cunt, making her sister’s flowing juices coat her mouth, nose, and chin in a glistening mess. The girl grunted in protest but kept licking.
Finally, I released her. I let her continue at her own pace.
Perhaps part of me regretted what I’d done, acknowledging guilt in its own subconscious way. I used a napkin to wipe the bitch’s fluids off my cock and felt the sudden need for the night to just be over. I just wanted to drink a damn beer, watch TV, and wind down for the night in my cabin eight miles away. I pulled on my jeans and shirt. Just as I was preparing to hurry Rex along and lock everything up, though, I discovered that the action across the way wasn’t quite finished.
In fact, I would soon witness Rex’s crowning act of depravity for the night, and it was something I would never forget.
“Lick my pussy. Lick it! Suck my clit, bitch-boy. Ooooohhhh fuck, yessss!” Sasha, the paler of the two brunettes in my bar, and Rex’s bitch-wife, was still riding the face of Sara’s unfortunate boyfriend. Of course, maybe I should have considered him the fortunate one compared to Jamie’s fiancé, who still had his testicles wired for the occasional electroshock.
“AAAYYY!!!”
“UUUGGGHH!!”
The shriek came from Ricky, the fiancé. The muffled groan was from Marcus, the boyfriend. As I watched the scene unfold, a certain irony occurred to me. Before, when Sasha had been face-sitting on top of the fiancé, it had been a blessing of sorts for him – better that, he’d probably figured, than having her put pressure on his broken rib (or ribs). Not so with Marcus. He had the opposite problem. His torso was no more than bruised and a little battered, but his broken nose couldn’t handle the constant jostling of Sasha’s wet pussy grinding against his face.
He seemed to be sucking clit and licking cunt like a madman, desperate to please the psycho bitch on top of him.
Rex came over to watch the action up-close.
“Are you behaving yourself, wife?”
Sasha looked at him with a smoldering gaze. “Yes, baby.”
The biker rubbed his chin with a thoughtful frown. “I don’t know. I’m not so sure. I said you were to make the bitch-boy suck up the cum from your pussy after the other pretty-boy gushed inside you. I didn’t say you could ride his face and make him pleasure you.”
A spark of fear shone in the girl’s eyes, but also anticipation – like a submissive who knew that even if she got punished, she would get more than a little enjoyment out of it.
“I’m sorry, baby. I got carried away. Please forgive your worthless slut of a wife, I—”
Before she could continue, Rex thrust his stalagmite of a cock in her face. She quickly smothered him with her mouth, sucking and looking up at him with desperate, imploring eyes. Amazingly, she got him to come in only a few minutes despite his recent climax. She swallowed like a pro, licking her lips afterward. She looked up at him expectantly now, like a dog waiting for a bone.
The biker gang leader reached down and fondled his wife’s right breast. “Good, bitch. Keep behaving like that and you’ll get more rewards. Now I want you to CUM in that bitch-boy’s face. Let yourself go. Then you can fuck him too if you’d like.”
The eyes of the porcelain-pale brunette heated with a mix of gratitude and lust.
“Yes, Sir.” She thrust her tits out, humping the boyfriend’s face even more emphatically. His muffled groans of pain continued. So did the brunette’s rising moans as she journeyed toward climax. I felt almost sorry for the poor bastard as Sasha finally reached the pinnacle of orgasm. She ground herself with intentional violence now, crushing his mouth with her soaking-wet cunt. With a series of shudders and gasps, the raven-haired vixen rode out her orgasm to maximum effect. The euphoric expression on her face was priceless. At last, satisfied, she stood up. She stood up and admired the glistening face of the broken-nosed man lying helpless beneath her.
“Pp-pplease…” Marcus croaked, his face probably throbbing with pain.
“Stop whining, bitch-boy. I’ll make it up to you. Soon enough you’ll be groaning in pleasure,” Sasha purred.
First, she yanked his body across the floor by the ankles to create some distance between themselves and the fiancé. Some things could overcome a lot of pain, apparently. That was all I could think as I watched Sasha step over and kneel down near Marcus’ waist. Next she grasped his wilted manhood in one tiny fist and began to pump. Then, leaning over, she licked the tip. Instantly, the tourist’s cock sprang to life again. Sasha smothered just the tip for a short while longer, pumping the base with her delicate fingers simultaneously. Once she’d gotten him good and hard, she straddled him. The girl lined up that cock with her pussy.
“Mmm. Let’s fuck, baby.” She sank herself down onto that prick. Soon her slender figure began a steady rhythm humping astride the bitch-boy’s waist. Slowly lust replaced agony on Marcus’ face.
This entire time I had just been standing behind petite babe while she continued licking out her sister’s pussy. I was standing there, my one hand rubbing the pussy I’d just tainted with my seed. The bitch was even moaning a little, finally, admitting how much she liked it. I began fingering her and she gradually surrendered to my touch. Soon the bitch was even nudging her cunt back to help my fingers sink deeper into her soft little paradise. Her breathing ramped up in time to her licking. She was close, so fucking close. And then she was right where I wanted her. I stabbed my middle finger and index finger deep into her snatch, following it up with a come-hither motion as I stroked her G-spot. The brunette slut moaned loudly into her sister’s pussy as she came, her cunt twitching around my fingertips.
Now I heard a new sound though. The blonde was finally beginning to stir.
“UUUUU…”
Rex and I looked down in time to see Jamie weakly lift her head. She was slowly regaining her senses.
“Good, you’re awake, bitch. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. It’s time for the grand finale. My final masterpiece,” Rex announced.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I stared at the scene spellbound, my curiosity overcoming my morality. All sets of eyes soon turned to the fiancé. He was still bound, on his knees, to the overturned table. A pair of electrodes were still attached to his horrifically abused testicles, connecting them to the motorcycle which Dmitri had been revving occasionally this entire time. But now I noticed something had changed: the drugs which had given the fiancé his hard-on had finally worn off. Ricky looked pitiful, his flaccid cock drooping down alongside his hanging sac. Still unsure what the biker boss had in mind, I watched him call over one of his men. Moments later, a second motorcycle was brought inside. Soon, the Frost Demon subordinate was attaching a second pair of electrodes to the unfortunate fiancé’s testicles.
“Your sweet husband-to-be seems to take shock pretty well, bitch. But let’s see if he can take TWO bikes at once,” Rex said with a dark chuckle.
The blonde finally seemed to have fully regained all her senses. Jamie stiffened and let out a sputter of protest.
“Nnn-nooo!!!”
Sara had stopped licking her older sister’s pussy. She could only gape, watching the unfolding scene with horror. Her revulsion and instinct to look away must have been overpowered by a morbid curiosity equally rooted in the human psyche. She now craned her neck so that she could see over the table at what would happen next. But now I grabbed the nape of her neck, thrust her face back against her sister’s cunt, and growled at her, “Who said you could watch? Close your eyes and keep sucking pussy, bitch.” Dominating her felt good. More than good.
“UUUUHHHH!!! Please stop!” the blonde cried out. Having her sister continue to pleasure her as she watched her fiancé in dire straits must have felt confusing, surreal, horrific, and terrifying all at once.
“You’ve suffered, bitch, but you haven’t lost anything. Not yet,” Rex spat. “So, as far as I’m concerned, that means you haven’t yet paid the proper price for what you did to me. That changes now.” Rex nodded at Dmitri and a second man who was manning the other motorcycle. “Let this bitch-boy have it, gentlemen.”
“NOOO!!! PLEASE! You’ll kill him!” the blonde screeched. At the same time, I saw the fiancé’s terror as his eyes bulged. His once proudly erect cock hung limp as if cowering in anticipation of what would come. Those four electrodes all attached to his balls might as well have been the tentacles of a nightmarish creature about to inject their venom for the kill.
I kept my hand on the back of Sara’s head, keeping her mouth shoved up against her sister’s pussy. I was doing the bitch a favor: she didn’t need to see this.