Two young tourist couples pick the wrong biker gang to mess with.
THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 27 – Not a Fairy Tale Ending - PART 2
GARY
“NOOOOO!!!” The shrieks of blondie and her fiancé melded together for a moment as time seemed to stop. I witnessed it all with a fascinated kind of horror. I knew Rex was sick, but a small part of me never thought he would ever go this far.
With the two engines revving, Ricky now got a double-dosage of voltage straight to his balls. He writhed and writhed. I thought the poor bastard’s eyes would fall out of their sockets as he screamed at blood-curdling levels. By the time both bikes’ engines had died down, Ricky hung limp. His body didn’t stir. A moment of awful stillness and silence suffocated my bar like a funeral shroud.
Rex unclipped both sets of electrodes. Ricky’s cock and testicles now hung as limply as the rest of his ominously still form. The biker leaned down to check for a pulse. A slowly-spreading, sadistic smile now graced his face.
“You’ve cooked him, gentlemen. I’d say that’s well done.” A cheer went up from the other Frost Demons who had gathered around to watch the night’s nadir. The biker king turned to the sobbing blonde.
“Looks like you won’t have to worry about marrying this bitch-boy after all, little cunt. I took care of him for you.” He grabbed her by the hair and forced her misery-laden gaze to meet his. Now you’ve lost something, bitch. Now we’re even.”
He turned to Dmitri. “Let’s fry these big tits one more time. Give the bitch something to distract her from her grief.”
There were still two electrodes attached to the blonde’s nipples. The other ends of them had been detached from Dmitri’s motorcycle, but now the Frost Demon got them into position again.
I pulled Sara back and forced her to her feet. No sense in letting the poor cunt get shocked along with her sister.
“Y-y-you’re monsters,” petite babe stammered. “Y-y-ou’re all just a bunch of fucking monsters.”
I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. I could feel the remnants of my sperm leaking onto my palm from her ravaged folds. My lips hovered near her ear.
“If they’re the monsters you think they are, all the more reason to obey, girl. It’s your only hope.”
I saw Sara’s gaze shift to the plight of the remaining male captive still breathing…
Petite babe’s boyfriend groaned underneath Sasha’s humping figure as if her cunt was squeezing his shaft like a device from a torture chamber.
Meanwhile, I felt Sara shiver against me. I held her against my chest while Dmitri revved the engine. We both watched her big sister writhe on the table with another awful, plaintive wail. Jamie’s once-pleasured pussy, still dripping fluids, lay forgotten as the full surge of electro-shock coursed through her nubile frame. Soon she lay still. Rex pressed a finger to her neck.
“Bitch still has a pulse.”
Much of the rest of the night was a blur. I was still reeling from all I’d seen… from how complicit I’d become. These four tourists, the longer the night had unfolded, the less human they’d become to me. I had somehow reached a point where it was like they weren’t even people to me anymore. Just objects.
Eventually, vaguely, I was aware once more of Sasha cooing and grinding atop Sara’s boyfriend. Her smooth belly flexed as she moved her hips with a mesmerizing rhythm. The girl’s fingernails raked down his chest. Her hard nipples jutted out like twin peaks. Throwing her head back, she moaned louder and louder… like a porn star whore looking for an award at an orgy competition.
“YES… oohhh god, baby, you feel so good. Your cock belongs deep in this pussy. Mmmm. Let me have it now. I want your sperm. Don’t hold back. Give me everything, pretty-boy. Everything! AHHHH!” She crooned like the shameless cunt she was, all but announcing the bitch-boy’s orgasm as he spewed inside her. He groaned beneath her and I wondered if the knowledge that he’d reached orgasm despite witnessing the demise of his girlfriend’s future brother-in-law had created a scar that would never heal. Sasha stroked his chest and stayed sitting on him as if to revel in the feeling of his sticky load filling her up. Staring at the ceiling with a look of haunted resignation, he looked spent from his exertions.
Meanwhile, Sasha basked in a certain afterglow as she sat astride her rape victim.
“Baby, can I keep him. Please??”
Rex sauntered up to his wife and leaned down to give her a surprisingly tender and almost sensual kiss. “You may, bitch. After today, you can consider him your personal fuck-toy. Try not to go through this one as quickly as the last one though, OK?”
Sasha smirked. “I can’t make any promises, baby. Sometimes a girl likes to play rough with her toys.”
A few minutes later, they led Sara and her boyfriend Marcus through my bar toward the back door, where a van had pulled up. One Frost Demon was holding the back door open. I could see the black van and hear its idling engine as snow blew in from the cold.
“Don’t want our new fuck-toys to freeze to death on the ride back,” Rex said with a wink. “The rest of my men are waiting for them back at the warehouse. Our sweet lovebirds will have their asses shafted together, and that brunette’s pussy hasn’t even begun to feel cock compared to what’s coming to her between now and sunrise.” Sara’s face crumpled while Marcus’ expression looked completely numb. Rex reached out and pinched the dark-haired girl’s nipples before giving her ass a slap. He even grasped the base of the boyfriend’s cock and gave it a playful squeeze before ordering his men to take the two away.
I watched as the young couple, still naked and now with their wrists tied in front of them, were escorted toward the exit by four muscular bikers. Their fate would forever remain a mystery to me, but I had no doubt that whatever it would be, it would be grim. Fucked and tortured to death by the gang or sold to human traffickers… Neither were a great way to go. I stared at Sara’s fine ass while they led her away and said a silent farewell.
“What about the other two??” I asked. The last thing I needed was a fucking dead body left in my bar.
Rex put his hands on my shoulders with a reassuring look. “Relax, my friend. I’ll have this well-cooked bitch-boy disposed of properly.” He proceeded to walk over to the table where the busty blonde – now unconscious (again), lay prone and limp like a ragdoll. He finger-fucked her pussy to see if she’d stir. When she didn’t, he untied her, re-tied her wrists behind her back, and then slung her naked body over his shoulder. He patted her ass while cum and a trace of blood seeped out.
“As for this cunt, she’s my personal plaything… until I tire of her. Then maybe she’ll join her sweet fiancé.”
The rest of the Frost Demons continued scouring my bar and putting everything back in order. They wrapped up the fiancé’s body in a rug and carried it out to the van. By the time they were finished, the whole damn place smelled like bleach. Before Sasha got dressed to leave, the pale dominatrix stalked up to me, slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of my pants, and gripped the base of my cock with one hand.
“Sorry we couldn’t do more, baby. Maybe next time I can convince Rex to let us take things to the next level,” she said suggestively, giving my cock a final pump in farewell before placing a kiss on my lips. Then she was gone. As for Rex, he gave me a nod of farewell soon after. With one hand possessively cupping the blonde’s butt cheeks, he walked out the back door of my bar and vanished into the night.
There was not even a trace left of the two young tourist couples who had entered my bar last night. Jamie and Sara Reynolds and their fiancé and boyfriend might as well have never even existed. I also had no doubt that the Frost Demons would stash the couples’ vehicle away just long enough to take it apart and dispose of any shreds of evidence that remained.
I sat down. Silence reigned. Pedro came out, finally, having cleaned the kitchen.
“Boss, mind if I bounce?”
I nodded numbly. The enormity of what I’d done and become complicit in still hadn’t worn off yet. “Go on. Get out of here.”
What a night. A night I would never forget. A night that would always remind me, ever after, of the dark depths to which my soul could plunge if given the proper chance.
END of CH. 27
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EPILOGUE: TOURISTS’ FATE
REX’S POINT OF VIEW
I laid back, plush cushions all around me, satin sheets beneath me. The two girls knelt at the foot of the bed, doing their all-important work.
The two cunts formerly known as Jamie and Sara were now just ‘Big Tits’ and ‘Wet Pussy,’ the names I’d given them as I allowed them to live and ‘join’ the Frost Demons as the men’s personal cum-dumps – and my cum-dumps first and foremost.
Wet Pussy was kneeling and lapping gently on my balls while Big Tits smothered my shaft, deep-throating me like a whore. I relished the girls’ dedication. Standing beside the bed, my wife Sasha had a strap-on cock dangling from her waist. She had the boyfriend – she called him ‘Cunt-Eater’ – kneeling and ready to take the strap-on for his daily morning anal pounding.
Sasha eased it inside his bum, the oily prong pushing past his sphincter while I watched and enjoyed the dual pleasuring I was receiving.
“Oooohhhh yeah, Cunt-Eater. You feel me deep in your ass? You like that?”
That bitch-boy knew that there was only one right answer to my wife’s question.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his cuffed hands bracing himself on the floor as she began to fuck him. Meanwhile, the brunette switched from licking to sucking on my balls. Big Tits slurped loudly and came up off my cock temporarily, pre-cum coating her lips. Both girls had their wrists cuffed behind their backs. I seldom allowed them to be anything except naked and cuffed at all times. No use tempting fate. The bitches were probably fully broken… but there was no use taking any risks.
“Kiss each other, sluts. Share some spit,” I ordered. I watched the arousing sight of the blonde kissing her dark-haired sister. As their jaws rippled, mouths pressed together, I was glad I’d decided to show the cunts a little mercy. Warming my bed and pleasing my cock – that had become the two sluts’ main purpose in life, at least when they weren’t being passed around to my men.
By now they were used to pissing and shitting in front of the gang and eating out of the dog bowls I’d gotten for each of them. I kept them like not just sex slaves but animals, and they had learned their place well.
“That’s enough,” I barked. “Now turn around, Big Tits. Ease that pussy onto me. Let me see you fuck.” Awkwardly but somehow with a certain grace all the same, the busty blonde turned around and carefully lowered herself onto my raging hard-on. Without her hands to position my cock’s tip at her fuck-hole, the girl had to aim just right.
I watched that beautiful ass descend onto my lap and felt my cock slide into Big Tits’ sheath of a pussy. Damn, that glove was a snug and heavenly fit around my cock. I pillowed my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show as Big Tits began to move. I was tempted to smack that bouncing ass. I savored the sight of the seal of her cunt lips slurping up and down my meat.
“You love this cock, Big Tits? Well?”
“Yes Master! I love your cock!” the bitch crooned wisely. Now I turned my attention to her slut sister.
“Wet Pussy, don’t just sit there. Keep up that ball-worship,” I growled. Immediately I felt Wet Pussy’s tongue lapping at my testicles again. The soft sounds of her licking and the wet suction-filled sounds of the blonde impaling her cunt on my pre-cum-lubed dick soon filled the bedroom. This was music to me. Fuck yeah. And now, as I laid there and savored every sensation, I heard the bitch-boy groaning in the background and looked at my wife’s face filled with triumph as she railed that helpless asshole.
A few minutes later, I grabbed my cell from the nightstand. Big Tits was still pumping that pussy, working that ass. With her wrists cuffed behind her, she had to strain her leg muscles to stay upright and keep fucking. I loved the sight of that, but if she thought she could make me come too easily, she had another thing coming. To distract myself, I pulled up a video from my news feed. Local news. It made me smile.
“Local authorities still are unable to locate four tourists who have been missing since late October. Now, with the search continuing into its sixth week, family members and relatives of the missing travelers fear the worst. I am here with Sheriff Greeley of Yakutat City and Borough. Sheriff, what can you tell us about the current search efforts?”
I swiped off the video and felt the dam finally give way as impending pleasure surged through my testicles and beyond. The blonde’s cunt sank onto me as I began to spurt up her love-hole. She began to grind herself against me, wringing out every last drop as I’d taught her, sucking up the seed of her master greedily into her pussy.
“Yes! Thank you, Master. Thank you for your cum!” she squealed.
Mmm… yes. These two cunts had had to learn the hard way what a dangerous place the world could be. I was looking forward to being their teacher on that and much, much more in the days to come.
A few moments later, Sasha had joined me on the bed with her cock-toy. She had the boyfriend (AKA ‘Cunt-Eater’) lie on his back with both wrists cuffed to the headboard. Next she straddled his face with her dripping pussy, sliding her slit back and forth across his mouth and nose while he groaned and slurped on her slutty snatch.
“Mmmm!!! Yeah, baby, lap up my cunt-juice. This is going to be your only dinner tonight, so eat up. Ooohhhh!” Sasha cooed.
Meanwhile, I already had a re-stiffening shaft. Watching Sasha torment the young college kid always gave me a boner. Soon I had ‘Wet Pussy’ bending over the side of the bed. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, she obeyed, knowing what was coming… I inserted my cock into her exposed little pink hole and began fucking her. Then, pointing at the girl’s violation in progress, I barked at her older sister. “Get down there, Big Tits. I want your face pressed against your sister’s ass cheek while you watch, up-close and personal, every second of your baby sister getting her cunt stretched.”
“Yes, Sir,” Big Tits chirped. Like a well-behaved fuck-slave, the woman known formerly as Jaime leaned down, pressed her face against her sister’s ass cheek, and stared at my cock plunging in and out of that young pussy. She stared at my cock – still glistening with her cunt juice and about to get fully coated in the rapidly gathering fluids of her younger sister – as it pounded the girl with a savage tempo.
My cell rang. I had Sasha toss it over.
“Yo. What the fuck? I said I would call you.” Damn, this brunette’s fuck-hole was paradise. I would come soon if I wasn’t careful.
“Fuck off. You want to do this or not? Vigo said you wanted to set up a meet? What’s up?”
Gregor Devereux, the leader of the Blue Claws, my main rival and the only other biker gang that threatened my Frost Demons’ influence in this part of Alaska, sounded deceptively nonchalant over the phone. We hated each other, but sometimes we became allies of convenience. Over the years we’d learned to tolerate each other’s existence and achieved a precarious balance. If anyone tried to move in on our turf, well, they found out in a hurry that it was a quick way to wind up dead.
“Yeah. I have a peace offering for you.” Every now and then we offered each other ‘gifts.’ Most of these gifts came in the form of drugs, other smuggled commodities… and of course, fresh pussy.
“That so? Like what?” he rumbled.
I stroked Jamie’s hair as she stared at my raping cock. Her ass had been healing nicely over the last few weeks. Soon she’d be ready for some action up her butthole again. But I’d had enough of the cunt. I was bored of her: it was time to put her to good use and earn a little goodwill from my arch nemesis.
“I’ve got two fresh pussies. I think you’ll like ‘em.”
I watched with sadistic delight as the cute blonde’s eyes turned big as saucers. Stupid bitch had no idea what was in store for her.
“Give me more than that, man. Details?”
I readjusted the phone against my ear and lanced Wet Pussy’s snatch with another fervent thrust. “Well, let’s see… I got two sisters, 22 and 24 years old. The younger is a brunette, the older is a blonde. The blonde’s got some big melons on her. I’ll give you the blonde for free, but if you want the more petite younger bitch, she’ll cost you.”
“Fine,” Gregor grumbled. “The usual?”
“Twenty-five K, not a penny less.”
“If she’s my type, sure. Deal. See you next week.”
Devereaux hung up. I threw the phone onto the bed. Sasha was close to climax. Her hips gyrated as her damp cunt kept grinding against her boy-toy’s face. With her nipples poking out with arousal, the little slut soon began to reach toward the pinnacle of orgasm. Her breasts shook wildly as the mattress squeaked. She humped his mouth like a hellcat. Damn. At this rate my girl was going to break that boy’s face.
“OOOOOOHHHH FUCK! YES BABY!” My beautiful wife was a true gusher, and she spurted her sweet cunt-nectar all over that boy-toy’s face. The college kid got a river of cunt juice in his mouth, down his throat, and splashing all over his nose and chin. Coming down from her high, Sasha kept languidly grinding, unconcerned with whether her cock-slave could breathe or not. His pathetic sputters didn’t concern her. The pungent scent of her sex filled the room.
“Thanks for letting me keep this one,” she said with a contented sigh.
I grunted with a frown. “For now, bitch. Remember, you serve MY cock first and foremost. Don’t get too attached to your toys.” She smirked at me at first, but then she schooled her features and nodded with the respect she knew I demanded. Reaching down, the sexy girl grasped the base of her boy-toy’s shaft and begun to pump it with slow, teasing movements. His plaintive groan made her lips curl into a devilish grin.
As for me, I kept plunging into my brunette slave’s pussy. Sara took my cock without complaint while her sister watched. Deciding to switch things up, I flipped the petite bitch onto her back and slammed between her legs. Fucking her deep, missionary-style, with her legs splayed wide, I reached down and squeezed those soft, supple tits. With her wrists cuffed behind her, the bitch could only look up at me with forlorn eyes and let out little grunts and moans. Our bodies joined with savage intimacy.
“I’m gonna sell you, cunt,” I taunted her between fucks. The blonde was so well trained that I didn’t even need to tell her what to do. Big Tits was kneeling behind me, sucking dutifully on my ball sac.
“AHHH. Yeah, Big Tits, give the swimmers in my balls a good time before they shoot up your sister’s pussy,” I groaned with appreciation. Then, turning back to look down at Sara, I said to her, “Do you know who I’m selling you to, bitch?”
“N-no,” she whimpered, staring up at me. I pinched both of her nipples and gave them each a cruel twist, making her squirm and yelp.
“I’m selling you to the leader of the Blue Claws. You and your sister will serve him and his men like good little cock-sleeves for the rest of your days. I’d be on your best behavior too, if I were you.”
Wet Pussy’s bottom lip trembled. “W-why?” she gasped, my cock throttling her cunt with yet another plunge.
“Because,” I said, my tone turned gloating and dark, “because of what Devereaux likes to do with his cunts once he gets tired or angry with them.”
“Wh-what does he like to do?” Sara stammered as I kept raping her.
“Rumor has it that once he’s done with his bitches, he doesn’t put them up for resale. He’s possessive like that. He likes to eat them.”
I watched with satisfaction as the brunette’s face crumpled with horror and disbelief.
“Please don’t sell us to him!” Sara sobbed. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers for a slow, lazy kiss as I slammed my cock into her cunt to the hilt, my cum-churning balls resting between her legs. Finally, pulling back from my kiss, I stared into her soul-ravaged eyes and savored the silken sheath of her cunt gripping every inch of my cock.
“Sorry, slut. No can do. I’m getting tired of your worn-out fuck-hole. I’m sure you understand.”
Of course, her panicked gaze of horror said otherwise. Like most innocents, she couldn’t fathom my depravity. Few could. As for haughty young bitches like this, well, they had to learn the hard way. I was nothing if not an effective teacher.
“AAAAHHH!” I felt Jamie’s mouth create the perfection suction on my left testicle as I began to spurt violently into Sara’s snatch. With each jerk, my cock felt a fresh jolt of bliss until the last sticky volleys had fired deep toward the brunette bitch’s womb. Laying on top of her in the aftermath, crushing her body with my own, I felt grateful.
Grateful that two stupid young tourist couples had decided to run me off the damned road six weeks ago.
Payback was a bitch. Payback was glorious. And payback was fucking mine.