Two young tourist couples pick the wrong biker gang to mess with.
THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 14 – Cunt Defeated
GARY
It wasn’t the young hunter fucking the blonde on the floor that got my attention. Granted, the sight of his ass clenched up, his cock pounding between her legs like a hammer, wasn’t exactly easy to miss.
No, what jerked my attention to that section of the bar was Rex’s girl. Sasha was screaming out the orgasm of her life. You should have seen this bitch. She was thrashing on top of the fiancé’s face. He must have been one skillful cunt-sucker.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!! YES, YOU DUMB BITCH BOY, MAKE ME CUM!” she cried out at the top of her lungs. She proceeded to grind against his face, her juices flooding his nose and mouth. Judging from his muffled cries beneath her, the bitch was almost suffocating him. Rex had walked closer as he’d noticed Sasha climbing toward bliss. Now he reached out and gave his girl’s left nipple a harsh pinch while he grunted with mild disapproval.
“You fucking whore,” he grumbled. “I’ll have to punish you later.”
“Please do, baby,” Sasha replied with a wink and a grin that had I dare you to written all over it.
To Sasha’s credit, she had kept her fingers curled around the fiancé bitch-boy’s cock the entire time. She was still jerking him like a pro, his drug-fueled hard-on still stiff as a board. Looking over her shoulder, she called out to him.
“OK, my boy-toy, you made me come, so now I’ll return the favor. You have my permission. CUM for me.”
She began jerking his cock harder in her enclosed fist. Her delicate fingers slid up and down his vein-engorged manhood in a quickening blur. Anyone within 30 yards of the action could hear the tourist’s intensifying groans of near-surrender. He groaned and squirmed beneath her despite the pain in his ribs and knee. Pleasure had him by the balls now, I could tell that much. I stared at that rock-hard dick, Sasha’s delicate little fist pumping him like a porn star who’d done this to a thousand cocks before. I saw the slender brunette’s gaze fixed on that helpless cock. It was putty in her hands. It was her plaything. She would make it come no matter what its hapless owner wanted… no matter how humiliating, debasing, and dehumanizing.
The fiancé’s groans reached a new level of forlorn intensity now.
“UUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!!”
“CUM for me, little bitch-boy. Let it all go,” Sasha hissed. She jerked that 6-inch cock with a maddening tempo. Then it happened. We all heard his groan of surrender like a death knell. The fiancé made a plaintive groan both erotic and pathetic, his testicles emptying their salvo at last. I watched that tourist tense up beneath Sasha. His cock began twitching in the slut’s skillful hand, spewing his sticky jizz a good six feet across the bar, spattering my already dirty floor with flecks of spunk.
“Oh yeah, baby. What you lack in size you make up for in distance,” Sasha cooed in a kind of twisted, mocking compliment. She wiped the residual cum along her fingertips against the fiancé’s belly. Leaning down, she sucked on one testicle with a loud slurp, then traced her tongue up the length of the pretty-boy’s erection. “Want to try for a Round 2?” she added seductively.
Rex had seen enough. He grabbed his young wife by the nape of the neck and hauled her to her feet.
“Get lost, bitch. Go find another cock to service. This bitch-boy just reached his expiration date.”
Sasha gave her biker gang leader husband an aggrieved look but knew better than to fuck with him when he got angry. She left without a word and he turned to one of his cronies.
“Hey, Dmitri!” The biker was at his Boss’s side like a dog answering the call of a whistle.
“Yes, Boss?”
I couldn’t hear all of what he said next. Something about bringing in one of the motorcycles into the bar itself. Dmitri nodded, his face serious. Whatever they were going to do, I had a feeling the fiancé and his wife-to-be were not going to like it.
Moments later, Dmitri confirmed my suspicions. He directed four men to pick up the stricken fiancé. The man writhed in agony while they carried him over to the far side of the bar, near where I had my hunting trophies mounted. They then proceeded to lay down a thin blanket on the floor. Next, they overturned a round table and dragged it onto the blanket. After that, they tied the unfortunate fiancé to the table, forcing his knees against the thinly blanketed floor, his arms lashed to either side of the wooden surface, another rope constraining his neck. The table served as a heavy anchor to which the pitiful tourist was now tied in a kneeling position. Of course, nothing could have been worse for the bastard because in that position he was forced to put weight on his knees, including the likely-broken one.
“AAAYYYYY!!! PLEASE!” the fiancé screeched. What was his name? I checked his driver’s license. Ricky. Ricky Patel. Well, Ricky Patel, you came to the wrong bar tonight I thought with a grim, fatalistic fascination, curious to see what Rex had in mind.
Incredibly, the fiancé’s cock still stood out, stiff and ready for more action. I had to hand it to Vlad, his drug concoctions were top-shelf. They could torture this fucker for hours and his dick would stay hard as a slab of steel.
“While we’re waiting for Dmitri to set up a show which none of you will ever forget, let’s check on our blonde fuck-toy,” Rex said with a booming voice that carried through the entire bar.
All eyes swiveled to the scene on the floor. The young, energetic hunter was still raping the blonde, who still had her wrists tied behind her back. The dirty blonde just lay there, relatively quiet except for her grunting in time to her rape. The smack of the hunter’s body slamming into hers continued at a steady pace. He sheathed that erection in his rape-meat with a stamina that I had to admit was greater than I’d expected. Meanwhile, she looked up at the ceiling with a vacant stare. Even the screams of her fiancé hadn’t snapped her out of it. Perhaps the bitch was finally breaking.
“UHHHH!!!” the hunter growled. “This pussy’s so snug, but I’m going to make it last.”
Rex towered behind him now though. “Finish up soon, boy. We have PLANS for this pussy. She’s about to service the rest of the bar. Don’t be selfish now.”
The young, eager hunter wasn’t satisfied to just finish inside her though. No, he seemed to want to complete his rape on a more romantic note. Giving the blonde a light smack on the cheek, he stared down at her. Her eyes finally seemed to register his existence. A brief flicker of recognition shone on her face.
“Kiss me, bitch. Kiss me as we fuck,” he growled. The young hunter smashed his lips into hers. From what I could tell, she began to kiss him back. How enthusiastic or merely mechanical she was in performing her part, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that that boy had better empty his balls in the cunt soon, because Rex was known for many things, but patience wasn’t one of them.
The whole bar feasted on the scene fast progressing now. The eager hunter covered the blonde like a blanket, fucking her like a champion, plowing that cunt like he was a husband on a wedding night hoping to impregnate his wife with their first child. I couldn’t help but stare as the girl’s pale legs and thighs, skewed to either side, accepting the thrusts of that hunter’s body, his cock lancing deep into her ravaged hole.
With his face glued to hers, I couldn’t see her expression anymore. I had drifted closer to the action in the meantime, spying some broken glass on the floor to clean up. I paused. Their tongues seemed to be genuinely going at it. The hunter wasn’t just kissing her. The blonde was kissing him voraciously back, as fiercely as any passionate lover now. She was even nudging her cunt to meet his impending fucks, aiding in her own rape. I watched her driving her crotch toward his ramming pelvis. As their bodies joined, she even moaned into his mouth.
Was she broken so badly now that she was… what, now a willing participant? That didn’t seem credible. And yet…
But then, soon afterward, I understood. As I leaned down to sweep up the pieces of broken glass from the barroom floor nearby, I heard the brief exchange.
“Please call the cops after you come inside me. I’ll tell them that you weren’t part of it,” the blonde hissed frantically between kisses.
Ah, so that was her game. Cooperation in the hopes that maybe she could wake up a conscience in one of her assailants. Not a bad gambit. The young hunter was a better bet than any of the bikers or the grizzled truckers in my bar.
But the bitch was still wasting her breath.
“Shut up and kiss me, bitch. Fuck, I’m gonna come! I’ll fill your pussy!” the young man hissed back. The whole bar watched him seize up on top of her. He shot his load deep between those cunt lips. A fresh batch of rapist baby-batter was surely swimming up her now-tainted womb. New trails of tears soon gleamed along her cheeks as the young hunter pulled out of her, stood up, and stumbled off.
Her ravaged pussy now glistened with a big pool of cum between those delicate, harshly abraded lips.
“Please…” she croaked, but whatever she meant to say next, she either didn’t have the strength to finish or realized there would be no point. The blonde had the look of a woman who had played her last card, her very last hope snuffed out.