THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 18 – Sasha’s Punishment
GARY
I never made it to the backroom. Just as I slipped behind the bar, I felt the curves of a slender woman rub up against me. It was Sasha, Rex’s girl. She was still naked and still looking horny as hell. The pale brunette’s dark eyes drifted to my jeans as she stroked the bulge of my pants with one hand.
“Hi there, Sexy. Want to go for a Round 2? This time though, instead of me sucking you, I’m thinking this big, hard cock might like to take a dip in my pussy. What do you think, slugger? Ready to stuff me full?”
The answer was a resounding ‘Fuck yes’ but before my smaller head to could get any more excited, Rex’s burly form burst between us.
“You stupid little whore. You think I’d wait all night and let you taunt me by fucking the bartender. You thought wrong, bitch.” He grabbed her by the neck and yanked her so that she had no choice but to follow.
“AAY! Rex, baby, I was just having a litl—uuuhh!!”
I watched with disappointment but more than a trace of curiosity as the biker gang leader of the Frost Demons dragged his young wife toward the de facto ‘stage’ set up near my trophy wall. There the fiancé, naked and with ribs bruised or broken, still knelt tied to a table, squealing with the occasional electric shock as Dmitri revved the bike and sent the voltage straight to his testicles. I almost winced, observing the wire that ran from the bike’s engine, a gator clip snapped onto the delicate sac. Vladimir’s miracle drug still kept that bitch-boy’s manhood stiff though.
“AAAYYYYYYYY!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!” the bitch-boy screeched, though I could only hear a fragment of two of it above the growl of the engine.
Rex motioned Dmitri to ease up for a moment. He pointed at the still raging erection of the blonde’s fiancé.
“You like cock so much? You can have that cock, right here, right now. In fact, you don’t get a choice, bitch. Kneel and back that pussy up onto his dick. You’ll fuck him like that until I say otherwise.”
Sasha gaped in horror. I could tell from her reaction that though she was used to the occasional correction from her brutal husband, this punishment was extreme.
“B-but baby, he’s getting shocked. If I’m fucking him, that- that–” Her words petered out. Rex stared at her with meaningful malice.
“Does it look like a fucking care, bitch? You got out of control. Just because I told you to go service some other cock doesn’t mean you can slum it with the fucking bartender.”
Ouch. That hurt. I wanted to feel offended, but I was too busy being both curious and aroused.
“You’re still my woman and you can’t just fuck anyone you want. Maybe after your pussy gets enough electro-shock treatment, you’ll remember to have better standards next time.”
“Baby, please don’t make me—” she began to whine, but before she could finish, he had a hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air as she flailed her legs and made a croaking sound.
“Listen carefully. Sex-hungry slut or not, you’re still MY wife. You’re still MY cunt, MY fuck-meat, and I decide who or what fills your tight holes. That means if I say fuck a cock above a pair of electrocuted balls, you’ll do exactly that. Get on all fours and start fucking, or I swear I’ll tie you to a table beside the blonde and encourage every man in this bar to take you deep in the ass!”
That seemed to get through to her. When he set her down, once she was done coughing, the slim brunette dutifully knelt in front of the pathetic fiancé. I watched, mesmerized, while she eased back and encased the man’s shaft with her pussy. She began a rhythm, fucking herself, lunging backward again and again. The fiancé grunted each time she impaled herself. His mouth hung open, his eyes instinctively dilated with lust as he must have felt that tight pussy clamp up around his drug-fueled boner.
Rex nodded at Dmitri to continue. The moment I’d been anticipating these past few seconds had seemed to stretch to eternity. Then it happened: Dmitri revved the bike. Half the bar could see Sasha’s cute face morph into a twisted mask of agony as her shrill scream joined the cries of Ricky the fiancé. She was getting stuffed full of cock, but certainly not the way she’d hoped.
The biker gang leader lumbered over, patting my shoulder with a meaty arm.
“No hard feelings there, brother. I can’t let just anyone fuck my woman. Truckers and hunters, as long as they’re just about as well-endowed as me, that I’ll allow. But this time the bitch went too far.” He jerked his chin to indicate my nether region, and I had to admit that part of me was pissed. I had a respectable 7.5 incher, and yet the man didn’t think I was worthy of plowing his girl?? I wanted to grumble, but then again, I had to admit that Rex’s cock was huge. The fucker had me dead to rights on that, at least.
I nodded with a shrug, my face as impassive as I could muster.
“NOOOOOO!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!” Sasha squealed as the next revving of the engine buzz-sawed its way to all our ears. I watched her keep fucking though, her pussy thrusting backward to engulf the pretty-boy’s shaft. Her breasts shook with each resulting shock. I noticed something though. After a while, she tried to time her fucking to miss the shocks. She would engulf him completely with her cunt, but then come off of him completely too, hesitating just long enough to avoid the occasional shock as Dmitri revved the bike.
Rex noticed it too. He stomped his way over to her. His hand slapped her cheek so hard I thought her neck would snap. Her face rebounded, tears stinging her eyes.
“You keep that pussy around his dick, wife. Don’t you draw that cunt all the way off his fuck-stick, not even for a second. You keep fucking him and maintain contact, whore. That’s a fucking order.”
Miserable but compliant, Sasha slammed her pussy back onto Ricky’s cock. For the next thirty minutes or so she kept sliding the tight seal of her cunt lips back and forth along that rigid slab of man-meat. Each resultant zap of voltage made the couple scream and shake to my barroom audience’s delight. Sasha stared straight ahead, plunging backward like a machine as we enjoyed the sight of her writhing, naked body dangling on the end of an electrocuted cock.
Damn. The night was just getting started and I had to admit, Rex’s cruel imagination was firing on all cylinders. My only question was what he would come up with next.
END of CH. 18