THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 15 – Tits, Pussy, and Ass All Open for Business
GARY
Rex stood over her now. He glanced down at the cream-pie the hunter had left behind. Seed seeped out of her swollen pussy, oozing down to the crack of the blonde’s ass. For all I knew, the girl might have been grateful for it. Maybe the sticky liquid felt soothing along the raw-rubbed, torn walls of her bleeding rectum. Rex nudged the girl with his foot.
“All right, no more kissy-shit. Get up. I’ve been gentle with you for long enough. It’s time that I pimped out your big pair of tits, tight pussy, and cock-clenching asshole to the rest of the bar.” He turned to address the crowd. “Am I right, gentlemen?” A clamor ten times as loud and enthusiastic came back in response.
“NOOO!!! What are you doing?! STOP!” The fiancé’s latest cry now interrupted the scene. I saw that Dmitri had brought in one of the gang’s motorcycles. He proceeded to hook up an electrode from the motorcycle, attaching the long, thin wire to the pretty-boy’s nut sac. I almost winced as I saw him attach the gator clip on the end of the electrode to the fiancé’s testicles. He strode back to the bike and then revved the engine.
Immediately the voltage from the bike to the stricken man became obvious. He screamed bloody murder, writhing against the table, though the sound of the engine drowned out most of it.
“AAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!”
“You gonna put on a show for us, bitch-boy. The Boss said to make you really SING,” Dmitri shouted with cruel delight.
Now the blonde’s attention flickered with empathy toward the man she loved.
“N-n-o… P-p-pleaaasee…d-don’t torture my fiancé!!” the woman sputtered in a broken voice. Apparently his cries had finally broken through her own pain-induced stupor. “You’ll KILL him!!” she sobbed, finally making herself more coherent toward the end. Her gray-blue eyes leaked despair as she looked up at the biker king. But Rex simply didn’t care. He leaned down, cupped her cum-soaked sex with one hand, and lifted her up by her cunt before slamming her face-down on a nearby table.
“UUUUGGHH!!!” Next he unbound her wrists as she struggled. Her struggles were weak though. Or weak, at least, in comparison to the juggernaut who held her pinned down.
“Help me tie the bitch down,” Rex growled, and three other bikers came to the man’s assistance. Soon they had the girl tied face-down on the rectangular table, her legs and arms spread wide. The girl’s ankles were lashed to the table legs and the girl’s wrists were lashed wide to either of the table’s edges. She was stretched taut. Helpless. Her breasts were crushed against the rough surface of the table. That ass and pussy were fully exposed and vulnerable for half the bar to admire. But that’s not what had caught my attention.
It was what else Rex and his men had assembled on the table that had my eyes glued to the action. Now it made me remember what Rex had said earlier: “Let’s set things up nicely so that she can officially be ‘open for business’ for all comers and all cocks. Help me set up a table. I’ve got an idea.”
“Stop! Or just kill me you fucking bastards!” the blonde wailed.
Rex clapped his hands together. The bar fell nearly silent.
“Listen up, gentlemen. We have ourselves one fine pussy, ass, and pair of tits now OPEN for BUSINESS. That means if you have a dick, you have a soft hole to stick it in to your heart’s content. Fuck her. Beat her. Do what you want with her. And to enhance your pleasure, my friends, we’ve added some TOYS to the mix.”
This was the presentation I’d been waiting for.
“First,” Rex called out, raising the first object, “we have a lit candle. Perfect for wax-play. You want this bitch to feel some scalding-hot wax drip into her most sensitive places? Have at it.” He put the lit candle back in its holder and then picked up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Or better yet, have a smoke and stub out your cigarette on her to make the bitch really make some noise, like her fiancé over there.” A chorus of vicious approvals rose at that suggestion. Dmitri revved the engine again and despite the electric shock to his testicles, the fiancé’s cock stayed hard while he screamed.
Rex then picked up a pair of needle-nosed pliers. “If fire isn’t your thing, though, these puppies will make your dick hard, gentlemen. Give the slut a real good time with these, pinching and twisting. Works well on nipples and cunt lips, believe me.”
More roars of approval echoed through my bar. And then Rex picked up the last of the objects laid out on the table beside his now helpless female fuck-meat.
“Of course, if all these fail to catch your eye, gentlemen, there’s always the classic approach,” he added. As he held the belt aloft – the same belt he had used to beat the blonde earlier – another deafening roar of approval rose up from the crowd of patrons. He set the belt on the table. For a moment, there was a near-stillness. A near-silence reigned except for the sounds of sex coming from the other end of the bar and for the fiancé’s pitiful pleas as he waited to receive his next shock.
“Well? Don’t be shy, gentlemen. Form a line at both ends. We have a blonde bitch to fuck and torture tonight. Let’s get started!”
“NOOOOO!!!! Please, this is inhuman! I’m a person. You can’t do this to me! You’re all a bunch of fucking monsters. STOP!” The blonde ranted and screamed. The last fight or flight response must have been coursing through her body now, her adrenaline spiking as she realized there was no other way to fight back. I watched the naked blonde scream and beg for her life while a 6’10 red-bearded trucker took up position behind her and inserted his throbbing cock into her gaping ass. A second man took up position at the other end of the table, shoving his cock between her lips.
Her pleas became muffled groans as the men began to spit-roast her with their cocks. The blonde nearly gagged while the second man began shoving his thick rod so far down her throat that his balls were snugly tucked against her chin.
“You’ll take me deep, bitch, or I’ll rip out your teeth one by one,” he growled.
Meanwhile, the red-bearded trucker’s cock was already slimy with pre-cum and coppery-scented with blood as I watched it knife between those sexy ass cheeks. He gripped her waist and stared at the distended anal opening which his cock seemed to stretch wider and wider with each fuck. Sickening sounds of wetness emanated from her torn asshole with each thrust too. The blonde’s naked figure trembled between the two men and her muffled wails made it sound like they were killing her. A long line had begun to form… Ten, then fifteen men or more, on either side of the table…
Oh shit. In that moment, I realized just how far the Frost Demon leader was willing to go. In that moment, I realized I had to make a choice. There was no simply looking the other way anymore. I could either embrace the lawless devolution of chaos unfolding around me or risk everything to stop it.
But if I tried to stop it, it would be for what? All to save a bunch of sniveling, stuck-up tourists who had thought they could walk in here like they owned the place.
Fuck that.
So I made a fateful decision then and there. These tourists are on their own. If I had to help Rex sweep tonight’s revelries under the rug, so be it. Sometimes you bowed to the will of the mob. Sometimes you had to let the demons out to play.
END of CH. 15