THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 16 – Jamie’s Worsening Ordeal While Sara Focuses Her Pussy and Ass on What Really Matters
GARY
I couldn’t watch much longer because I was impatient to see the latest going on with petite babe and her boyfriend. The blonde was about to get railed at both ends by a revolving door of cocks. I could well imagine the repetitive horrors in store for her. Still, I kept my eyes glued to the scene a short while longer.
While I bused dirty glasses and plates from the tables, I looked back to see ‘Redbeard’ (or so I’d named him in my head) still plowing into the blonde’s asshole. Her muffled groans continued in agonized bursts, her mouth stuffed full of cock too. The men could only last so long, though, and they knew that an impatient line of their fellow patrons awaited. Soon I saw Redbeard’s fucks reach a crescendo. His glute muscles clenched up as he slammed into the blonde’s tight butthole and roared his release.
“AAAAHHHH!!! Feel it in your bowels, bitch!”
The blonde seemed to tremble as she felt her ass being filled. The trucker pulled out at last, looking down at his handiwork: A torrent of cum flowed from her asshole, past the slit of her pussy, to form a growing pool on the floor. I had no doubt that by the time all the men were done with her, that pool would seem closer to a miniature lake. Redbeard stepped back and pulled her ass cheeks apart so we could all see the destruction he’d wrought – a gaped, swollen lining along an anus overstretched, cum-slick, and bloody. I had a feeling that hole would never be the same.
“Damn, bitch, your ass is one ball-milking paradise.”
Redbeard gave the girl’s left and right ass cheeks one parting slap each. More crimson-tinged cum dripped out of her. But soon he was pushed out of the way and the next man stepped up. Mercifully, at least for her sake, he thrust his big dick into the silken folds of her pussy instead. I heard the blonde’s groans quiet a bit as she felt his cock slam into her cunt. And now, just as he got a rhythm going, the man filling the blonde’s mouth reached his own apex of bliss.
“YES…. Swallow it, bitch. All of it!” the man groaned. The task he’d set her seemed reasonable at first. I saw the girl’s mouth bulge with the cock inside it as he began shooting what I imagined were thick ropes of seed down the girl’s throat. But instead of keeping his cock inside her mouth and giving her time to swallow all of it, the trucker pulled out mid-orgasm and kept splattering her face with more cum. The girl was caught between trying to swallow the cum he’d already deposited at the back of her throat and opening her mouth so that she could catch the last volleys of cum blasting against her face.
In trying to do both, the blonde girl failed spectacularly at doing either.
Coughing and sputtering, the blonde’s beautiful face was soon coated with jizz. More slid down her chin and began oozing toward the floor.
SLAP! SMACK!
“Stupid cunt. I told you to swallow,” the trucker growled. The blonde’s face jerked violently to the side with each blow. Then her head hung dejectedly while the next man took his place. I saw a tiny trickle of blood leak from the corner of her mouth and I knew that face would be bruised and battered before the night was out.
“You better do a better job with me than you did with him,” warned the next man in line. He fed his cock between the cowed girl’s lips. She took his cock deep and began grunting as he face-fucked her like a pro. Her long, golden tresses were a disheveled disaster framing a face red from the recent abuse. I had to admire the newest man’s commitment. He bunched up her hair in his fist and raped her throat so deep that she could sniff his pubic hair.
So now the second dual-rape began in earnest as the blonde’s holes were used to satisfy this second team of men. All the while, the lines of men at either end of her continued to lengthen. It would be a long night for this bitch… longer than any she’d ever known. And, the more I thought about it, the more I had a feeling it might be her last too.
Tucking that macabre thought away, though, I finished busing the dirty dishes and glassware to the kitchen. I told my cook, Pedro, to hurry the fuck up since he was behind on orders. Then I came back out to check on what was happening with petite babe and her boyfriend. Fortunately, I was almost just in time for the best part…
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The Frost Demon behind petite babe was still sinking his shaft into the soft sheath of her pussy. He still had her gripped by the hair too. But whereas she had been groaning and protesting before, I observed a change in the prissy tourist’s attitude. The slender brunette seemed to just be groaning softly, as if part of her had surrendered to the sensations of that cock sawing in and out of her cunt. She still had her one hand slipped underneath her boyfriend’s prone form as he lay bent over the table. Her fingers were curled around his manhood, jerking him like a true lover.
Lem had finished relieving himself in the boyfriend’s face. He’d left to do the rounds, making sure all the men were enjoying the dual rape-show. Now he came back, though, carrying a shot of whiskey. He offered it to the boyfriend.
“Here, bitch-boy. This is my way of saying thank-you for being a great toilet,” the hulking brute of a biker said with a laugh. To my surprise, the boyfriend didn’t even look sullen, just accepted the shot glass proffered to his lips and gulped it down. There was conflict there, both torment and pleasure vying in his expression. I could see the primal lust in his eyes. His girlfriend had been jerking him non-stop for the last fifteen minutes and by some miracle he had hadn’t yet blown his load.
That was about to change, I could tell.
The Frost Demon fucking her, Killer, wouldn’t be far behind either. His hawk-like face had morphed into a look of pure rapture. He had his fist tightened in her bunched-up black hair, slamming their bodies together with a violence that had every man in the bar stiff with a hard-on.
Then I looked down in time to see the boyfriend bucking against the table.
“UUUUUGH!!!!” The boyfriend’s skinny figure jerked as his cock twitched and surrendered, fountaining his sperm all over my once pristine (OK, maybe not exactly pristine) barroom floor. The brunette’s graceful fingers kept pumping his shaft, sliding back and forth along his enraptured cock. Finally, the last spurt shot to the floor and the pretty-boy’s dick grew completely flaccid and spent in his lover’s hand.
Lem had been standing by the table watching the action. He was about to say something to the boyfriend when Killer reached a happy place of his own. The big, muscular biker tensed up and shot his baby-making load deep in that young pussy. I heard the brunette let out a soft, instinctual moan of pleasure, her eyes dilated in a way that said she’d surrendered to the cock inside her. I couldn’t believe it, but this bitch seemed to be enjoying herself in a way her big sister across the way couldn’t – or wouldn’t. Of course, it helped that the men here were being ‘gentler’ with her so far.
I knew, though, that that would change, sooner or later…
“UHHH!!! Fuck!” Killer groaned, wringing out the rest of his orgasm until his balls had completely emptied their cargo in the 22-year-old tourist’s slick and velvet-soft warmth. He released her hair finally. The girl sagged forward. Her hand still languidly pumped her boyfriend’s wilted shaft and she now reinserted her tongue into his anus, lapping softly at his butthole without any prompting. The boyfriend shuddered with pleasure.
Lem let out a chuckle.
“Well fuck, this bitch knows to obey orders until told otherwise. Seems she’s smarter than her sister.” But now Lem came over and pushed on the girl’s forehead.
“That’s enough aftercare on your boyfriend’s ass, slut. I think you’ve given our bitch-boy here enough pleasure for one night. Now it’s time that you focused your pussy and ass on what really matters: pleasing the rest of my Frost Demons and the rest of the cocks in this bar!”
The willowy brunette’s brown eyes widened. “A-all?” Her gaze flitted around, taking in the sixty plus-men in the bar – and those numbers were swelling as late-night truckers kept rolling in. “O-ok but if I cooperate you won’t hurt Marcus?”
Ah. Marcus. That was her pretty-boy boyfriend’s name. I’d already forgotten it.
All of a sudden, Lem spit in the brunette’s face. The gob of saliva landed just above her nose. She flinched, snapping her eyes shut.
“Bitch, we are going to hurt your boyfriend, make no mistake. This night of hell is just beginning for you two after what your sister pulled nearly killing the Boss. Now how bad we hurt him, well maybe that depends on you. You work that pussy and asshole on our cocks good enough, who knows… we might show a little mercy.”
END of CH. 16