Two young tourist couples pick the wrong biker gang to mess with.
THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 17 – Hurting You is Half the Fun
GARY
I glanced at petite babe’s purse, which still lay discarded on the bar where I’d been rifling through it. Tucking it away in the ‘Lost and Found’ box, I had a feeling the cunt wouldn’t be needing it again. I glanced at her driver’s license one last time. Sara Reynolds. Sorry, Sara, I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore.
I took the driver’s licenses into the back room and put them all in the shredder. Then I threw the tiny pieces in a waste basket with some paper, lit a match, and watched it burn for a while. I wasn’t sure how I knew it, but I just knew it. Rex wasn’t letting these four go after he was done with them. As for the truckers and all the witnesses?
This was Frost Demon territory and the only sheriff was a corrupt son of a bitch who looked the other way as long as the kickbacks kept coming. No… these tourists wouldn’t catch a break tonight. These tourists had come to the wrong place and I couldn’t see any way out of it for ‘em. They would pay the ultimate price.
A loud feminine plea from the bar pulled me from my thoughts. The fire having done its work, I snuffed it out and walked back out onto the barroom floor.
“NOOOO!!! Please just leave him alone. He won’t try anything. He won’t resist!” the girl named Sara was whining and begging. Lem pulled her upright by the back of the neck. A stream of cum oozed down her inner thigh.
“Shut up, bitch. You don’t need to worry about your pretty-boy no more. We got him covered.” He looked at the five Frost Demons who had all been waiting their turn with the brunette. He looked at the tallest of the bunch. “Jax, this cunt is all yours.” Saying this, he pushed the unfortunate girl into the next biker’s arms.
“P-please I’ll fuck you, y-you don’t need to hurt me,” she babbled. But the tall, muscle-ripped black man grinned at her with feral delight.
“Bitch, hurting you is half the fun,” he growled. He picked her up and body-slammed her face-up on one of the tables. Then, leaping onto the table with the athleticism of a panther, he grabbed her by the ankles, forcing her legs backward and to each side of her head. Fully helpless and pinned in that uncomfortable position, the girl could only let out a cry of shock and pain as the black biker drove his thick, meaty fuck-stick with a downward impalement that made the entire table shake. He began fucking her like that, raping her with crushing force in a piledriver position. Her ass was now completely off the table, her body folded up by his massive strength as he slammed down into her vulnerable cunt again and again.
“Please, I’m not that flexible!” she squealed, but the big black biker kept pounding into her, his giant snake of a cock – all 11 inches of it – plunging between her cunt lips like a spear. That cock must have been crashing into her cervix judging by the way she begged, groaned and trembled with each of his downward fucks.
“Aaaahhh…ooohhh god, it hurts, not so hard…pleasenot-AHHH UGH!!!”
“Bitch, the more you beg me not to, the more I want to do it,” Jax threw back at her. He descended again, trying to bury himself balls-deep in his prey as most of that shaft vanished into her tight folds. Again and again, he fucked her like he wanted to kill her with his cock.
Finally she seemed to accept the futility of her predicament. Her feminine groans sailed through the bar, her face twisted in pain as he battered her cervix. Wet sounds of suction, thanks to the recent load of cum already lubricating her pussy, adding to the depravity of it all. His massive body, with her slender, folded-up figure pinned beneath him, continued to rape her like a juggernaut to the men’s raucous shouts of approval.
Lem had been enjoying watching his men take the young slut down another notch, but he seemed to have other plans for the boyfriend, Marcus.
He waved his arms back and forth to get the bar’s attention – or at least the nearer part of the bar that wasn’t participating in or watching the blonde getting spit-roasted across the way.
“Keep enjoying the show, gentlemen. We’ve got five more Frost Demon cocks that need satisfying in this bitch’s pussy and then you all can take your turn. Until then, though, we have a perfectly fine piece of meat right here, for those who aren’t too picky.” He gave the boyfriend’s ass a slap and spread the man’s butt cheeks with both hands to emphasize his ravaged and vulnerable anal opening. “Who wants to take a dip in this tight little paradise? I can vouch for its excellence, and our young bitch just lubed it up for you with her skillful little tongue.” Laughs from tables all around joined in the sadistic mirth.
Soon a few men – maybe three of four – were up to answering the call.
Marcus’ face scrunched up in anticipation of a whole new wave of pain as the first bar patron took up position near the pretty-boy’s ass, dropped his pants and prepared to give it a fresh reaming. He lay his throbbing shaft along the crack of the boyfriend’s ass. In the background, Sara’s groans and whimpers drifted to my ears, along with the loud smacking sounds each time Jax’s cock hammered into her cunt for another pounding.
As if hyper-attuned to those very same sounds, the man preparing to ass-rape Marcus stroked the pretty-boy’s ass cheeks and said, “Listen to your girl, bitch-boy. Don’t you love it? Don’t you love those sounds she’s making? She’s getting fucked like the worthless pair of tits and cock-sleeve she is. She’s having the cock of her life, boy… and I bet you’re jealous. Your girlfriend’s getting fucked hard, so I bet you want to get fucked hard too. Yeah, don’t worry. I’m here to save the day,” he said mockingly.
I had no desire to watch this next part. Besides, I had a backlog of orders to deal with. I turned to go back to the kitchen to check on Pedro. Soon I was walking toward the backroom, all the while serenaded by the groans and grunts of the beautiful brunette and her boyfriend as their rapes intensified.