THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 1 – An Unforgettable Night Begins
GARY
As the owner and head bartender of the Shark and Seal, I’ve seen a lotta shit. I’ve seen stuff go down that would make the average person piss themselves. Now tonight just happened to be one of those nights.
From a mile away, I could see right away that they didn’t belong. Everyone else could see it too. We never get tourists at the Shark and Seal, and most of my patrons (me included) prefer it that way.
Two couples had walked in. Both girls looked to be early to mid-20’s, same with their beaus. Money oozed off of ‘em, from their designer parkas to their glossy hair and brand name shoes.
Both girls came up to the bar, confident as you please.
“Hi. I’d like a sex on the beach,” the older girl said.
“I’ll have one too,” the younger girl added, looking at me like I wasn’t worth the dirt on the bottom of her left shoe.
I knew these girls – knew their type, at least.
“Can I see your IDs?” Both bitches looked at me with outrage, like how dare I fucking ask them a simple question and do my job. They regarded me with a contempt that made my blood boil, but I kept my pleasant smile… for now. These two bimbos and their clueless boyfriends had no idea who they were dealing with. If they had, well, maybe they would have survived the night in one piece.
I looked at the first driver’s license and glanced up to make sure it matched the owner. Jamie Reynolds, age 24. She had luxuriant, light brown to dirty blonde hair that streamed down to the small of her back, and her tits were big – D cup or even DD cup.
Just as I’d suspected, the other girl was a few years younger, but she was legal too. Sara Reynolds, age 22. She was less voluptuous than her sister, more like a B cup or C cup at most. Slender and petite, the slut had hair as dark as a raven’s feathers, and she kept it short. It barely reached her shoulders.
Both girls wore a skimpy tank top underneath their coats and below the waist they wore only tight-fitting black miniskirts… impractical as fuck given the cold temperatures outside. Then again, these were tourists we were talking about.
“Here you go,” I handed the girls back their IDs, then had their beaus hand me theirs. I hardly registered the two pretty-boys. Both had that look of ‘I just graduated college not that long ago and I think I’m the shit’. Arrogance came off of both men like the stink of rotting meat.
I bided my time, curious how long it would take these tourists to piss off the wrong people.
You see, my bar has one kind of clientele and one kind only: the brutal kind.
As an ex-con, I don’t much care for what society thinks. I could give two shits. All I care about is this: I keep my watering hole well-stocked and my shotgun handy. If you don’t bother me, well, then I won’t bother you. That philosophy made for a good business plan this far out from civilization. You see, the Shark and Seal sits along a forgotten stretch of highway miles from any town in the frigid Alaskan wilderness. Yep, my hole-in-the-wall bar was the only sign of civilization in a 45-mile radius.
Most of my patrons were ex-cons like myself, extreme survivalists, conspiracy nuts living off the grid, or members of one of the two biker gangs that dominated the area.
Pretty-boys and tourists in general seldom darkened my bar’s doorstep. And the ones who did? Usually they were smart enough to recognize that this wasn’t their kind of place. The smart ones left before they could overstay their welcome.
But these four? Nope. I could tell. They weren’t that bright. And I was going to push every damn button I could to see where it might lead.
While I pretended to make the drinks the two girls had ordered, I overheard some of their conversation.
“Baby, thanks for taking us here… even though this place is a total shithole,” the dirty blonde said to her beau with sarcasm. “You’re the best fiancé ever!”
The dark-skinned pretty-boy smiled with his perfect, white teeth. “Oh shut up, Jamie. It’s not that bad.”
“You’re right. It’s worse,” the younger bitch chimed in. She looked around the bar, then snuggled up beside her boyfriend. “Look at all these creeps. I bet half of them would marry their cousin at the drop of a hat, and the other half probably don’t even know how to read. And Jamie and I are the only women even here.”
Oh yeah, these cunts were definitely better than the rest of us. I could feel their elitism staining my bar like a splattering of engine oil.
“Look, at least we got out though, right?” the dirty blonde said trying to muster up some enthusiasm. “I couldn’t stand being cooped up in that hotel for one more night. This trip has been lame as hell,” the dirty blonde said to her younger sibling. In my mind I had already named them ‘Big Tits’ and ‘Little Tits’. Not too original… but then again, when dealing with tourist scum, giving them considerate nicknames wasn’t exactly the point.
I now placed four beers on the counter in front of the two couples.
The girls frowned and their pretty-boys scowled.
“They ordered a sex on the beach,” protested the older boyfriend, the dark-skinned one. “You hard of hearing or something?”
I wiped at my bar with a dirty rag and gave him a polite go-fuck-yourself grin.
“We don’t do fancy drinks here. We got beer, vodka, and whisky. No frills, no fruity flavors. That’s it. Take it or leave it.” I nodded at the quadruplet of beers – better than what these stuck-up tourists deserved.
The fiancé looked like he was ready to make an issue of things, but then the dirty blonde put a hand on his shoulder.
“Ricky, it’s not worth it. I’ll take the damn beer.” She threw another look of contempt my way as if to say ‘This redneck living in the frozen armpit of the world isn’t worth my time.’
Just then, the door to the bar opened and a gust of freezing air stormed the wide-open bar. I saw seven, no, make that at least 13 bikers from the Frost Demons came stalking in. They were one of two biker gangs in the area. Lucky for me, my bar was considered neutral ground, and both groups knew to stick to that if they didn’t want my shotgun pellets up their asses. I recognized Rex, the leader of the Frost Demons, right away. He came striding toward the front of my bar with a purpose.
Now I had a sudden feeling that something bad was about to happen. There was a glint of rage behind the man’s eyes. You didn’t piss Rex off – not if you valued your own skin.
“Oh shit,” the dirty blonde said. I could tell she recognized him.
Then I heard the younger sister murmur to the dirty blonde, “Isn’t that the guy you ran off the road on our way here?”
What happened next happened quickly…
Rex reached for one of the beer bottles. The older pretty-boy, he had just enough time to protest. He thought the guy was only trying to nab a free beer, his clueless brain not even close to recognizing the real danger.
“Hey—”
But he never finished the sentence as Rex slammed that beer bottle into the side of that pretty-boy’s skull. The tourist staggered back, dazed, while two other Frost Demons came out of nowhere. One punched him in the face and the other began kicking him while he was down.
The dirty blonde’s hands flew to her face as she let out a shriek. “STOP!! STOP IT!”
Meanwhile, Rex grabbed the dirty blonde by the throat and brandished the leftover shards of his beer bottle near her neck. “You want me to cut, you bitch? I bet you thought it was real funny, driving me off the road and into a ditch earlier, didn’t you?”
“Y-you were hogging both lanes a-and we wanted to pass, asshole!” The dirty blonde’s eyes darted toward her fiancé balled-up into a fetal position on the ground. “Please make them stop!!”
The other pretty-boy took the temperature of the room and I had to admit – he wasn’t the shit-for-brains I thought he was. He just put up both hands up like he didn’t want any part of this.
“Look, man, we’re sorry. We… we don’t want any trouble.”
But his hot girlfriend, she wasn’t so smart. The petite raven-haired bitch piped up to her boyfriend.
“Marcus, aren’t you going to do something!?”
“Yeah Marcus, you gonna do something?” Rex growled. He lifted the pretty-boy by the throat and flung him down the length of my bar. His body went flying, knocking glassware and beer bottles in its wake. I heard a loud crash as he slid over the end of the bar and tumbled to the floor. Before he could even get up, two more Frost Demons were on him, whaling on him like he was their bitch.
“NOOO!! STOP! Please don’t hurt him!” the petite babe screamed, finally realizing this wasn’t some fucking romantic comedy where her boyfriend always won the day. Lem, Rex’s second, came up now to get his boss’s instructions.
“Sorry about the mess,” Rex said, giving me a quick nod. “You know we’ll pay for whatever damage we cause tonight and then some. Just stay out of our way and let us deal with this.” I didn’t say a word or even nod, but my lack of a reply was an answer in and of itself. We had an understanding.
“Stop!!! Look, please stop hurting Ricky. Please, I’ll do anything!” the dirty blonde squealed.
Rex tossed aside the remnant shards of the beer bottle and grabbed her by the throat. “Damn right you will, bitch. Start by taking off those fucking clothes. Get naked. Now!”
The dirty blonde looked at him aghast. Then her eyes slid to her boyfriend still in a fetal position taking blow after blow.
“OK, OK! Please, I’ll do it, just make them stop hurting him!” she begged.
Rex smirked and release his grip. He put up a hand and nodded. The two Frost Demons paused in their assault. The rest of the bar could soon hear the man groaning. I was guessing they had broken a rib or two, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Ricky! Oh god!” The dirty blonde knelt over her stricken boyfriend, but before long one man was raising his foot to stomp on the fiancé’s face.
“You gonna get naked or do you wanna watch us beat your boy-toy to death?” Rex boomed.
“NO! OK, I’m doing it!” the dirty blonde squeaked. She took off her tank top and shimmied out of her panties and miniskirt. Next she unhooked her bra and let those big, glorious tits spill free. Last, the cunt took off her shoes and stood in her birthday suit for the raucous applause of the men in the bar.
“Those are some nice tits!” one man called out.
“Rex, you gonna fuck her or what?” another man shouted.
Other obscene comments flew from the peanut gallery while I emptied some of the broken glass into the nearest trashcan. The other two Frost Demons who had been wailing on the petite slut’s boyfriend now dragged him to his feet.
“What about this one, boss? What should we do with him?”
Rex glared at him. He motioned to Lem. “You wanna have fun with that one, Lem? I know you prefer girls usually, but sometimes I know you get restless. He your type?”
Lem was shorter and stockier than his boss, but otherwise the two bearded, bulked-up bikers could have been twins. He stroked his salt-and-pepper beard and grunted with what I could only assume was satisfaction.
“He’ll do.”
“NOO! What the fuck are you doing? Are you people monsters!” That was dark-haired babe again. Definitely shit-for-brains. The stuck-up 22-year-old tourist tried to go put her arm around her boyfriend’s shoulders and help the injured prick make a getaway.
Yeah, not gonna happen.
Lem was on her in a flash. He put a knife to her throat and grabbed her by the hair.
“Pl-uuHH!” She trembled like a leaf while the biker held that knife close to an artery.
“Let me guess, bitch. You’re feeling jealous. I’ll tell you what, since I’m feeling generous, I’ll let YOU fuck your boyfriend first before I do.” He released her, and the girl went spinning, sobbing all the while, against the bar before falling onto her butt. “Start stripping, slut. Let’s see if you have a body as tight and hot as your big sister.”
Meanwhile, the dirty blonde had her hands full. She stared at the floor red-faced while Rex towered over her.
Her fiancé lay on the ground, battered and bloodied. The left side of his face was bruising up already and one eye was swollen shut.
“You want us to kill your fiancé? If not, you better start acting like a well-behaved bitch. And you can start by giving me a big, sloppy kiss to apologize for driving me off the road,” the biker leader ordered.
The dirty blonde looked at him aghast, then back at her fiancé who was coughing up blood.
Something broke in her. She walked up to Rex, leaned up on her tiptoes, and gave the rough-looking biker a kiss on the lips. It was more of a peck than anything though.
“You call that kissing, whore?” He backhanded her across the face as everyone gasped. The dirty blonde was rocked back into the bar, clutching her cheek. Before anyone else could even react, Rex had unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of his pants and boots. He shrugged out of his biker vest and shirt and stood in his naked, muscular, tattoo-covered glory.
“Let’s skip the lovey-dovey shit. Kneel and suck me off while I think about what to do with your dear bitch-boy. Come on!”
Still clutching her reddened cheek, the dirty blonde walked over on wobbly legs. She sank to the floor, kneeling at the biker’s feet. With clear revulsion, the dirty blonde tentatively licked at the head of his shaft.
“Get your mouth on it you dumb bitch!” Rex grabbed her by the hair and nearly pulled it out by the roots as she screamed.
“AAAAYYYY!!!” When he let go, tears streamed down her face. The second time, she did better. Her mouth smothered the head of his cock. She got a little suction going, her mouth even pumping back and forth a bit while her hands spread uncertainly against his hips.
From my vantage, I could admire the pale curves of that sexy ass and the exposed slit of the bitch’s bare pussy. My cock stiffened, yearning to explore its depths.
Rex turned to survey the crowd while the dirty blonde girl continued to slurp on his cock.
“Listen up, gentlemen. For tonight we’re going to have some unplanned entertainment. That’s right, you see this fine piece of ass kneeling at my feet? Yeah, this young pussy is going to be VERY agreeable tonight, boys. Any man who wants her, gets her. Now I’ll take first rights and my men get sloppy seconds, but if any man here tonight wants to experience the joy of fucking this blonde’s brains out, then tonight is your lucky night!” Raucous applause erupted from every table.
I could see the dirty blonde flinch at that awful pronouncement. She was smart enough to keep sucking, though, her tongue cradling Rex’s elongated spike as she worked her mouth up and down, up and down. One of the other Frost Demons was already kneeling behind her, fingering her open pussy.
“We’ll all have our cocks in there, you worthless cunt. You’re going to get all your holes reamed tonight,” he hissed into the girl’s ear while she kept sucking. The girl shivered when the man slipped a finger into her sex, thrusting in and out as a preview to her full defilement.
At the other end of my bar, I could see things progressing with the petite babe too. Lem had two of his men lay out the boyfriend so that he had both arms pinned to either side, lying face-up. One of the men had pulled down the poor boy’s pants to his ankles. His flaccid cock drooped over his balls. Lem pointed.
“What are you waiting for, cunt? Take your clothes off and suck your boyfriend’s cock. Get him good and hard so you can bust your pussy on it. We ain’t playing, bitch.” Clenching the knife in one fist, Lem leaned down and made a cut across the boyfriend’s knee.
The boyfriend let out a bellow of pain.
“OK, OK! Please don’t hurt him you sick fuck!” petite babe squealed. Now I watched the sexy brunette slip out of her clothes, joining her older sister to become the second gloriously nude female in my bar. The girl knelt between her boyfriend’s legs. He stared listlessly toward the ceiling, his face bloody, nose probably broken. Gingerly, petite babe began to lick along from the base of his shaft to the very tip. Gradually the boyfriend’s cock came to life, firming up as she continued to pump the base with her hand and lick the tip like it was some fucking lollipop.
Lem smacked her in the back of the head.
“AAY!”
“None of this kissy shit, slut. We don’t have all night. Get busy. You got him hard. Congratulations. Now mount up. Time to bust that pussy.”
Petite babe threw Lem a look of pure hatred mixed with fear and then proceeded to straddle her boyfriend’s helpless figure. The two Frost Demons holding him down had also made him strip out of his shirt, so now he laid there nude and bloody while his naked girlfriend mounted him. The half of the bar that wasn’t watching what was happening to the girl’s big sister now had their attention fixated on her. There had to be at least thirty sets of eyes on the girl’s slender, naked figure while she positioned her boyfriend’s penis and lowered her pussy onto that cock. At last she had her cunt engulfing the full length of her lover’s shaft. With a mortified look of shame, the girl began to move her hips a little, humping her boyfriend’s manhood.
Catcalls and jeers erupted from the onlookers.
“Yeah, bitch, ride him. Show him who’s boss!”
“Pump that pussy, slut! C’mon!! Faster!” another heckler cried out.
“Give us a show!”
“Fuck him like your life depends on it, you worthless whore!!”
Those and many other debasing insults were hurled at the brunette while she was forced to fuck her injured boyfriend.
“Marcus, I’m so sorry,” the brunette keened softly while she rode him. Lem leaned down and grasped the nape of her neck, giving her a violent shake while he hissed in her ear.
“No apologies, bitch. You want to tell your boyfriend how fucking sorry you feel? You can do it by squeezing those cunt muscles around his pathetic dick. Milk your boy-toy’s balls and be quick about it. Don’t forget: once you’re done fucking him, it’s MY turn.”
Tears streamed down the girl’s gorgeous face. She looked up at Lem like he was a monster. I knew Lem well enough to know that, well, maybe that wasn’t too far from the truth. He was one of my regulars, though, and he always paid his bills. As far as I was concerned, that’s what mattered.
Petite babe now spread her palms against her boyfriend’s chest and upped the ante, smacking her pussy down double-time onto his shaft. Fresh whistles and catcalls filled the air. The crowd was enjoying the show – and they especially seemed to enjoy the sight of those medium-shaped melons bouncing with a gentle rhythm to the bitch’s impalements.
It was like every second she was forced to put on a display for all of us, another piece of her soul shattered. I saw it in the girl’s pain-wracked face. I saw it in the way her eyes clouded over with shame and guilt while she continued to bounce her sexy ass and entrap her boyfriend’s prick in her soft, warm fuck-hole.
And yet, she had it easy compared to what was now happening to her older sister.
“All right, slut. Enough of your pathetic sucking. You don’t know much about pleasuring a man, do you? Your fiancé probably sucks on your cunt and clit all day ‘til you get the ten orgasms you need before you’ll let him get his rocks off, am I right? Well here in this bar we do things differently, don’t we gentlemen?”
Savage applause erupted all over. I almost felt sorry for the bitch because I had seen that gleam in Rex’s eyes before. It was the gleam of a man intent on inflicting maximum pain.
“Get on the floor and give your boy-toy some comfort, bitch. I want you to suck his balls while I try out that fine ass. Ever been ass-fucked, blondie?”
The girl looked up at him in horror.
“No! I’ve never… please, I…” Fresh tears glistened in the girl’s eyes and she got a fresh slap across the face for her trouble. A keening wail of grief rose from the girl’s lips now. But when one of the Frost Demons stomped on her fiancé’s thigh with a loud crunching sound and he let out a hideous shriek, that got her moving. Soon the beautiful blonde was crawling over to her stricken fiancé. Soon she was unbuckling his belt and sliding down his slacks and underwear. As she leaned down and began to miserably suck on her fiancé’s testicles, Rex sauntered up behind her.
His raging erection, still sheened in the girl’s spit, bobbed with a kind of predatory grace. He slid a hand along the smooth contours of those well-sculpted ass cheeks and admired the beckoning rosebud-opening of her anus.
“Well, boys. Are you ready to see an ass-rape like no other?”
“Rape that bitch!”
“Wreck her ass!!”
“Make that bitch feel you!”
These and other lewd comments shot through the air like bullets. I found myself glued to the bar, wiping at the same spot on the counter until it gleamed, because I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene unfolding.
END of CH. 1