The Shark and Seal – Tourists in Hell Part 25

Ch. 25 – Final Temptation

GARY

“Jamie!” The panicked cry came from the blonde’s younger sister. But when petite babe tried to run over to see if her sister was all right, two hulking truckers pulled her back and reminded her that she had more ‘work’ to do. In fact, the bigger of the two ‘reminded’ her quite forcefully by slamming her onto her back across the nearest table, mounting her, and lancing her cunt with his battering ram of a cock. With one hand clamped over her mouth, he growled, “Shut up, cunt. Worry about pleasing cock. Who gives a fuck about your sister?”

I watched him punch into her balls-deep with every thrust after that. His cock filled her to the hilt. Her pitiful struggles soon ceased. She lay there, grunting, hands clenched at her sides, forced to wonder whether her sister still lived even as the man raped her. And he wasn’t content to just rape her either. Apparently she had her eyes squeezed shut, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Open, bitch. Open those eyes. Look at me as we fuck,” he ordered.

Keeping that hand clamped over her mouth, probably because he enjoyed the added sense of power and domination over her, he continued to pin the pale brunette to the table with his cock. Sara’s thorough violation continued while Rex bent over the blonde and checked for a pulse.

“Still breathing,” he muttered, almost with a hint of disappointment. “We’ll let the bitch be for now. She’s served her purpose.” Rex turned to the rest of the bar and raised his voice again to that booming cadence he excelled at so well. “There’s no more to see here. You want to fuck a bitch in her tight holes, go see the brunette over there. She’ll satisfy you.” He paused. “As for the rest of you,” he added, addressing not his own Frost Demons but the rest of the bar, “the Shark and Seal is closing up early tonight, so finish your drinks and get the fuck out.”

I should have been pissed that the Frost Demon leader thought he could unilaterally do as he pleased. This was my bar, for fuck’s sake. And yet… given the illegal acts that had just taken place, closing up early wasn’t such a terrible idea. The sooner this night ended, the sooner these tourists could ‘disappear’ and the sooner I could get on with my life.

So, despite feeling disgruntled and annoyed, I let Rex’s announcement stand. The following half hour was filled with a series of rapes, one after the next, as the beautiful Sara found her tight holes shafted by another two dozen or so cocks. Bent over the table at one point, her moans sailed through my bar as a man pounded her ass viciously. She tried to suck off as many customers as she could, but few men preferred that method of getting off. About half of them fucked her pussy and most of the other men took her ass. Somehow, maintaining a façade of enthusiasm and full cooperation, the brunette managed to please the remaining cocks. Judging from the occasional flashes of tormented lust that crossed her face, I could tell that a tiny part of her even enjoyed it.

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How long had I been absently wiping the countertop with a fresh dishrag? I checked the clock on the barroom wall. It was past 1AM. My bar normally didn’t close until 2AM. Already, though, all except for the Frost Demons and a few die-hard regulars (all truckers) had left for the night.

Sara had completed her task. The girl was dripping cum from every orifice, with more seed smeared along her breasts, thighs, and face. She was curled up on the floor, tears staining her cheeks. Rex nodded at her.

“You did good, cunt. You get to comfort your sister now. That’s right, she’s not dead yet. Go kneel behind her and give me a cunt-slurping show. You can lick that pussy until she wakes up. You heard me, bitch. Get moving. NOW.”

Sara stared blankly. Her horror-filled eyes were dazed, distant, and haunted beyond repair. A spark of hope still peeked through, though, the second Rex acknowledged that her sister was still alive – that the cruel bikers hadn’t shocked her to death after all.

Soon petite babe was crawling over to kneel behind the unconscious, naked blonde still bent over the table. She removed the cigarette still protruding from her sister’s anus and dropped it on the floor. Next she caressed her sister’s welt-covered back and ass cheeks as if to catalogue every lasting trace from the men’s abuse. Then she nudged her tongue into the girl’s cum-encrusted slit and began to eagerly lap at her sister’s ravaged sex. The soft sounds of her licking filled the intervals between the revving of the motorcycle engine and Sasha and Ricky’s mutual cries. I stared at Sara as she tenderly lapped at her sister’s cunt with a loving care that seemed both obscene and incredibly hot. Perhaps petite babe knew that she and her sister might never see each other again. Who knew what the bikers would do with them? I wouldn’t have put it past Rex to sell one or both of them to rival gangs or human traffickers.

Seemingly just living in the moment, Sara continued to use her tongue to caress her sister’s cum-soaked pussy. Licking, sucking, and slurping sounds emanated from between the blonde’s legs as the brunette showed her sisterly devotion in the only way she could. Staring at the brunette’s pale, perfectly sculpted torso and ass while she knelt there and kept up her cunt-munching display, my cock jerked to attention in my pants

Down, boy. Was I every bit as much of a monster as the Frost Demons for allowing tonight’s depravity to transpire in my bar while saying and doing nothing? For witnessing everything I’d witnessed not just with indifference, at times, but even arousal?

A man could use denial to his advantage. I was no exception. I would sleep like a baby tonight despite what I’d done (or not done). Whether that made me a monster or not, well, I didn’t care because I was one thing above all else: a survivor. The tourist cunts and their men had made their bed, so they could lie in it for all I cared.

Just then, I heard a plaintive groan from across the bar. It was the fiancé. Judging by the fact that it wasn’t a shriek of agony, I could tell it meant something else: the man was finally, at long last, coming inside the snatch of Rex’s wife.

“YES! You bastard, come,” Sasha cooed. Everyone knew why she was anxious for him to come. Now she could finally get a reprieve from the electric shocks. Just as her husband had ordered her, Sasha now proceeded to lower her sticky folds to the face of Sara’s boyfriend. Rex and I watched a long, thick rope of cum ooze from her despoiled pussy into the boyfriend’s mouth. He swallowed just as he’d been told. Then she was face-sitting on him, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth and nose. The pretty-boy’s sudden if muffled bellow of pain spoke volumes.

“Oooohhh… what’s wrong? Is my pussy nudging against that busted nose of yours? Too bad. Now keep licking and sucking, baby. Mmmm… yes, just like that,” Sasha purred. The raven-haired vixen continued to smother the man’s face with her wet folds. She placed two delicate hands on his chest and began to stroke his pectoral muscles even as he groaned in pain, forced to eat pussy.

“She’s a rare woman, isn’t she?” I had been so glued to the scene that I hadn’t noticed Rex’s approach. Lem was with the other Frost Demons, giving orders as they prepared to leave. They were gathering up their gear, putting away chairs, cleaning tables. Just as Rex had promised, his men were tidying up after tonight’s mess and disposing of evidence.

Startled, I managed to nod. She’s rare, all right – her sadism second only to yours, asshole. Of course, those words remained thought rather than spoken for the sake of self-preservation.

Rex’s bearded, Neanderthal face gave me a rare and wry smile.

“You feeling left out after only getting teased by my wife?” He jerked his chin toward the slender Sara. The 22-year-old captive was still kneeling, lapping at her sister’s cunt with single-minded purpose, her nose pressed between her sister’s ass cheeks. The blonde still hadn’t stirred. Watching petite babe now, it seemed like she was trying to revive her sister through the tenderness of her cunt-slurping alone. I stared at the glistening, gaping hole of Sara’s ass still leaking cum too. It was almost distended enough to put my fist through, but not bloody and torn like her big sister’s. She’d been lucky. My eyes flicked up and down between the alluring sight of the brunette’s swollen pussy and her gaping asshole. My cock yearned for both.

“Left out?” I echoed. The erection in my pants now strained even harder for release.

“Yeah. Look, I know we took advantage of you tonight. What happened, it wasn’t pretty, but I have to maintain discipline with my men. I can’t let an insult go unpunished, especially from a bunch of worthless, stuck-up tourist cunts and their pretty-boys.” He paused. “You know what I’ve always admired about you, Gary? You know how and when to keep your mouth shut,” he added, his gaze meaningful as it bored into me like a drill. He proceeded to hand me a thick wad of $100 bills. I gave him a deft nod.

“You can count on it, Rex. If anyone asks, I didn’t see or hear a thing.”

His broad grin met my reply. He gave me a pat on the shoulder.

“Good man. That’s what I thought. Now, look… if you want to give that younger, dark-haired pussy a try, now’s your chance. Everyone’s gone except for me and the boys. It’ll take us a little while to finish cleaning up your bar, putting things back in order, and getting everything squared away for the ride back. Why not live a little?”

I considered the Frost Demon leader’s proposal. And the more I stared at the beautiful, willowy figure of the naked brunette dutifully licking her blonde sister’s pussy, the more tempted I became.

END of CH. 25