THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 19 – The Anal Virgin, Part 1
GARY
“UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!” Petite babe’s grunts mingled with those of the man on top of her. His body seemed to be crushing her as he fucked her while clutching her ankles beside her head, bearing down on her with all his weight for his cock to gain maximum penetration. I could see his balls smacking against her crotch as he impaled her with a ruthless efficiency.
“You like that, bitch?” he snarled. The table shook as he fucked her. I could only imagine the sensations along her innermost parts as she got hammered, her cervix bruised by his vicious plunges.
There were two more Frost Demons still in line to take her. They looked fully aroused, enjoying the show, but also impatient. Both had already stripped. Their hulking yet well-muscled biker bodies both sported rigid cocks of 7-8 inches. They were new to the gang, so I didn’t recognize them. One had a much thicker cock than the other though, so in my mind I had already nicknamed them ‘Thicker’ and ‘Thinner.’
Nearby, a fourth man was now fucking petite babe’s boyfriend. The bitch-boy had long since gone silent, his face ashen as his ass took its latest pounding. The biker laying into him teased and mocked him every chance he got. He forced the boyfriend’s head up. He forced him to watch his girlfriend’s brutal rape.
“You like the view, bitch-boy? I bet you do. Yeah, your girl’s cunt has never taken cock so deep. I bet she’s secretly LOVING every second of it too. We’ll satisfy her tonight like you never have,” he jeered.
The Frost Demon atop the slender brunette groaned and slammed downward with especially savage force. The table rattled and I could imagine the biker’s testicles emptying their sticky tsunami deep in the girl’s womb. He trembled as he came. Finally, he rolled off of her. The cute brunette was gasping for air. Her cramped legs slowly returned to a horizontal position. She looked dazed and in pain, yet there was a spark in her eyes still. She wasn’t totally far gone like her blonde sister across the way. The bitch still had her wits about her. She still seemed to harbor a hope of surviving and getting back home more or less in one piece.
Thicker and Thinner sauntered over, eager for their take of the action. The two reached the table almost simultaneously. Their hard stares met. For a moment, I wondered if a fight would break out between them as to who would get her first. Then, in some unspoken understanding, the two seemed to decide that cooperation was preferable. Would they share her? I served another round of drinks to a nearby table. My gaze strayed over to the action as I walked back toward the front of the bar.
But petite babe was already sitting up. Cum dribbled out of her pussy to form a tiny puddle on the tabletop between her legs.
“Please, I’ll fuck you. I’ll make it good for you. My legs hurt so bad though. That position, I-I can’t take it anymore.” She babbled on, “My name is Sara. Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Thicker and Thinner exchanged a look. Thicker took the lead. “First off, bitch, we don’t care what your name is. You’re just ‘Cunt’ or ‘Fuck-hole’ or ‘Hot Tits’ to us. Second, you want to make us happy? Well, I know your ass is still virgin, slut… so let’s start there. You willing to give up that tight asshole for a little mercy? Is that a fair trade?”
The willowy brunette was trembling. Although the biker had phrased it as a question, she could probably tell it was anything but.
On the other side of the bar, a man now roared as he came deep in the blonde woman’s ass. He drew out as a fresh stream of red-tinted jism leaked from the girl’s caved-in asshole. The deep, soul-numbing agony of her sister’s muffled cries reached Sara as a new man took the previous man’s place. Two cocks continued to spit-roast her, one in her mouth and one in her ass or pussy – I couldn’t tell which one the new man had opted to go for, at least not from my current vantage point. Reminded of how much worse her ordeal could get, the younger sister nodded reluctantly.
“Y-yes sir. My ass… is yours.”
“Good girl.” Thicker climbed up onto the table. Thinner seemed content to stay on the sidelines for now. Thicker pointed. “Get down on all fours, bitch. Present that sweet ass to me.”
Sara complied. I watched the lithe, sexy brunette bend over, her legs spread, ass high up in the air for her rapist’s anticipation and pleasure. Her pale skin reminded me of fine porcelain as she knelt there, awaiting her next degradation and humiliation. Head bowed, she acted the part of a true submissive.
“Please Sir, take me in the ass. This ass belongs to you,” she murmured. I had to give this much to her – she was smarter than her sister. She instinctively knew that to abase herself in front of this audience might – just might, if she was extremely lucky, pay off somehow in the end.
Marcus, the boyfriend, chose that moment to make a strangled sound of protest. Apparently seeing his girlfriend beg to be ass-raped was too much even for his considerably diminished dignity. The biker ass-raping the college student punched him in the back of head.
“Did I say you could complain, pretty-boy? Shut up and focus on my cock bursting your bowels. Your girlfriend is upping the show for us now. Her first anal fuck. It’ll be hot. You should be thanking her, not whining like the little bitch you are,” the biker growled, slamming into him again as Marcus’ caramel-colored eyes fluttered in agony.
To my surprise, I still felt a pang of sympathy for the couple. Before I knew what I was doing, I approached the table where petite babe leaned over about to get her first anal shafting. Thicker had his erection laying along the crack of her ass, admiring her sensual curves, prolonging the moment.
“What’s up?” he rumbled as I came closer. I had grabbed a bottle of olive oil.
“This might help,” I murmured, handing it to him. He frowned at me at first, but soon his face broke out into a good-natured grin. “Well, well, well. Look at that, some unexpected chivalry. You hear that, cunt? The bartender here is giving me some oil to lube up my big boner before I tear your guts out with it. Quite the gentleman, isn’t he? Thank him, bitch. Show some gratitude. I was going to just force myself in, but since it’s convenient for me, I’ll go easy on you now.”
Sara turned toward me.
“T-Thank you for h-helping him lube up his cock for my ass, Sir.” I saw the plea in her eyes and an odd twinge of gratitude there mingled with condemnation, as if to say ‘Thank you for what you’re doing, but for god’s sake call the cops. Help rescue us from these maniacs!’
She didn’t know what I knew – that out here on the edge of the Alaskan wilderness with a corrupt absentee sheriff, the Frost Demons and their only major rivals, the Blue Claws, made up the law. I looked away and walked over to serve one of the nearby tables.
My attention didn’t stay away for long, though. I watched Thicker lather the oil up and down his elongated manhood. He then poured a little into the girl’s rosebud-opening. She hissed as the oil dripped into her butt. Thinner was watching his comrade intently, reaching underneath now to palm and play with the girl’s tits.
“Stop wasting time and fuck this bitch. I want to see the look on her face as you take her ass,” Thinner grumbled.
Thicker lined up his cock perfectly. He began to thrust the bulbous, mushroomed tip at the pale beauty’s anal crevice. Petite babe had her hands folded together as if in silent prayer, her head still bowed, body tensed for the coming impalement. She let out a sharp gasp as he began to prod just the tip into her virgin anus.
END of CH. 19