The Shark and Seal – Tourists in Hell Part 25
Introduction:
Two young tourist couples pick the wrong biker gang to mess with.
Ch. 25 â Final Temptation
GARY
âJamie!â The panicked cry came from the blondeâs 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 âworkâ to do. In fact, the bigger of the two âremindedâ 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, âShut up, cunt. Worry about pleasing cock. Who gives a fuck about your sister?â
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 wasnât content to just rape her either. Apparently she had her eyes squeezed shut, and that just wouldnât do.
âOpen, bitch. Open those eyes. Look at me as we fuck,â 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. Saraâs thorough violation continued while Rex bent over the blonde and checked for a pulse.
âStill breathing,â he muttered, almost with a hint of disappointment. âWeâll let the bitch be for now. Sheâs served her purpose.â Rex turned to the rest of the bar and raised his voice again to that booming cadence he excelled at so well. âThereâs no more to see here. You want to fuck a bitch in her tight holes, go see the brunette over there. Sheâll satisfy you.â He paused. âAs for the rest of you,â he added, addressing not his own Frost Demons but the rest of the bar, âthe Shark and Seal is closing up early tonight, so finish your drinks and get the fuck out.â
I should have been pissed that the Frost Demon leader thought he could unilaterally do as he pleased. This was my bar, for fuckâs sake. And yet⊠given the illegal acts that had just taken place, closing up early wasnât such a terrible idea. The sooner this night ended, the sooner these tourists could âdisappearâ and the sooner I could get on with my life.
So, despite feeling disgruntled and annoyed, I let Rexâs 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 didnât 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.
âYou did good, cunt. You get to comfort your sister now. Thatâs right, sheâs 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.â
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 â that the cruel bikers hadnât 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 sisterâs anus and dropped it on the floor. Next she caressed her sisterâs welt-covered back and ass cheeks as if to catalogue every lasting trace from the menâs abuse. Then she nudged her tongue into the girlâs cum-encrusted slit and began to eagerly lap at her sisterâs ravaged sex. The soft sounds of her licking filled the intervals between the revving of the motorcycle engine and Sasha and Rickyâs mutual cries. I stared at Sara as she tenderly lapped at her sisterâs 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 wouldnât 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 sisterâs cum-soaked pussy. Licking, sucking, and slurping sounds emanated from between the blondeâs legs as the brunette showed her sisterly devotion in the only way she could. Staring at the brunetteâs 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 tonightâs depravity to transpire in my bar while saying and doing nothing? For witnessing everything Iâd 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 Iâd done (or not done). Whether that made me a monster or not, well, I didnât 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 fiancĂ©. Judging by the fact that it wasnât a shriek of agony, I could tell it meant something else: the man was finally, at long last, coming inside the snatch of Rexâs wife.
âYES! You bastard, come,â 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 Saraâs boyfriend. Rex and I watched a long, thick rope of cum ooze from her despoiled pussy into the boyfriendâs mouth. He swallowed just as heâd been told. Then she was face-sitting on him, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth and nose. The pretty-boyâs sudden if muffled bellow of pain spoke volumes.
âOooohhh⊠whatâs wrong? Is my pussy nudging against that busted nose of yours? Too bad. Now keep licking and sucking, baby. Mmmm⊠yes, just like that,â Sasha purred. The raven-haired vixen continued to smother the manâs 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.
âSheâs a rare woman, isnât she?â I had been so glued to the scene that I hadnât noticed Rexâs 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 tonightâs mess and disposing of evidence.
Startled, I managed to nod. Sheâs rare, all right â her sadism second only to yours, asshole. Of course, those words remained thought rather than spoken for the sake of self-preservation.
Rexâs bearded, Neanderthal face gave me a rare and wry smile.
âYou feeling left out after only getting teased by my wife?â He jerked his chin toward the slender Sara. The 22-year-old captive was still kneeling, lapping at her sisterâs cunt with single-minded purpose, her nose pressed between her sisterâs ass cheeks. The blonde still hadnât 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 Saraâs ass still leaking cum too. It was almost distended enough to put my fist through, but not bloody and torn like her big sisterâs. Sheâd been lucky. My eyes flicked up and down between the alluring sight of the brunetteâs swollen pussy and her gaping asshole. My cock yearned for both.
âLeft out?â I echoed. The erection in my pants now strained even harder for release.
âYeah. Look, I know we took advantage of you tonight. What happened, it wasnât pretty, but I have to maintain discipline with my men. I canât let an insult go unpunished, especially from a bunch of worthless, stuck-up tourist cunts and their pretty-boys.â He paused. âYou know what Iâve always admired about you, Gary? You know how and when to keep your mouth shut,â 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.
âYou can count on it, Rex. If anyone asks, I didnât see or hear a thing.â
His broad grin met my reply. He gave me a pat on the shoulder.
âGood man. Thatâs what I thought. Now, look⊠if you want to give that younger, dark-haired pussy a try, nowâs your chance. Everyoneâs gone except for me and the boys. Itâll 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?â
I considered the Frost Demon leaderâs proposal. And the more I stared at the beautiful, willowy figure of the naked brunette dutifully licking her blonde sisterâs pussy, the more tempted I became.
END of CH. 25