THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 22 – Satisfying the Last of the Frost Demons
GARY
The slender brunette, there was something different about her…
Just minutes earlier, she had been groaning and grimacing, mouth set in a grim line of resignation and despair. Not now, though. Now, as that lubed-up shaft slammed into her anal sleeve, that sexy slut actually looked like he was getting through to her. She stared straight ahead, grunting – no longer begging or whimpering or complaining – just grunting in time to his pulverizing thrusts. She seemed like a swimmer who had surrendered to the tide, letting the waves take her rather than fighting the current. She knelt there on hands and knees, her pale figure withstanding the ruthless barrage from the man behind her, getting fucked and learning to accept it.
I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it though. Then I felt a thrill of shock as I heard the beginnings of a moan slip from the girl’s lips. I guess her ass had finished acclimating to that well-oiled cock.
Thinner, the other biker who had been up to go next, turned toward Lem, Rex’s second-in-command, with a frown of disappointment.
“Damn. Looks like the cunt is actually enjoying herself a bit. Can I borrow some of those toys over there?” he added, jerking his chin toward the other table where the men were still raping the blonde, using cigarettes and candles and the belt to burn, beat, and abuse her naked body.
Lem cut him off with a raise of his hand though. “No… let the bitch show us that she’s accepted her fate. Let her learn to relish what pleasure she can get. This is amusement of a different sort but amusement all the same. Let her put on a fuck-show for us. Am I right, boys??” he said, voice raised to gauge the audience’s whims. The eager chorus booming back at him said all he needed to know.
Now the musclebound biker’s buttocks clenched as he drove into her harder, faster, more tenaciously than ever. The girl’s breasts swayed back and forth as he railed her. Her head hung downward, mouth slack. She was moaning softly now, overlaying her grunts, as he reamed her ass. Her shoulder-length, raven-black hair cascaded over one shoulder as the naked girl moaned and took everything Thicker had to give.
I stared at the girl’s nipples – now puckered up with shameless lust as a man raped her right in front of her own helpless boyfriend. Her hands were clasped together more tightly than ever. Those delicate forearms pressed against the table for leverage, keeping her knees from getting skinned and her body from sliding across the table as that cock split her ass cheeks like a harpoon. Then Thicker plunged in all the way with a guttural, bestial groan. As good as announcing his orgasm to the entire bar, Thicker unleashed torrents of sperm deep inside his gorgeous rape victim, spewing wave after wave of jizz deep in the girl’s ass.
I couldn’t be sure, but judging from the way petite babe trembled, her moan intensifying, it seemed that she’d managed to reach orgasm from the anal penetration alone just as Thicker came.
At last he pulled out, his cock glistening with fluid even in the dim light of my bar. He gave the sensual curves of the brunette’s ass an affectionate smack before dismounting from the table. Soon we all could see the copious excess jism flowing out of her anal crevice before cascading, like a tainted waterfall, down the slit of her pussy. She looked with glassy eyes down at the table beneath her, clearly still coming to terms with her just completed, first-ever anal rape.
“Not bad, cunt. You show my brother the same enthusiasm, he may let you stay in one piece,” Thicker drawled as he sat down and called for a beer.
Thinner’s eyes narrowed. The last of the Frost Demons to still have unspent seed churning in his balls, I could sense his impatience and his need. He approached the girl but instead of shrinking away from him in fear, as he’d clearly expected, she sat at the edge of the table, her legs dangling off the side, and opened her thighs wide to receive him.
“Please fuck me, Sir. Please take my pussy or ass or mouth… w-whatever you wish,” she chirped. I could tell now that the brunette was smarter than her older sister. She was trying to be as compliant and cooperative as possible. The men seemed to appreciate it. Even ‘Thinner,’ sadistic as he was, seemed taken aback but appreciative of the change of pace.
He marveled at her. “Fine, bitch. You want to play nice, I’ll let you off easy this time. Guess I’ll have to beat and torture your tits and pussy later. Keep those legs open. It’s time to fuck.”
She locked her legs around the biker’s ass while he began to impale her right there on the side of the table. Petite babe’s elegant arms wrapped around his upper torso as he slammed his cock viciously between her legs. The slut didn’t complain though. She moaned, her body rocking to and fro to the savagery of his raping shaft. She clung to him like a whore, letting him crush her breasts against his chest while his cock sought the paradise of her wet-warm sheath around every inch of its throbbing length.
The nearby patrons and I saw the girl’s upturned face, her expression one of guilt-ridden surrender. The pleasure that cock had to be giving her, awakening so many sensations, friction setting the nerve endings of her cunt walls alight, had to be preferable over the ass-reaming moments earlier. No wonder the girl’s pale, delicate hands were now cupping the tattoo-covered back of the thrusting biker. With her ankles locked tightly together, hips hugging Thinner’s waist, the young bitch seemed to have decided to make the best of her ordeal. Maybe she felt, just as I was sensing, that her very survival depended on it.
“Kiss me, you worthless fuck-toy. Kiss me!” Thinner hissed. The girl lifted her chin just in time as he claimed her mouth. The two kissed like lovers while the biker raped her like a tireless brute, his cock lancing through those soft folds and vanishing into her depths while those seed-churning testicles swayed below. Now petite babe’s hands roamed upward to caress Thinner’s scalp as she ground her pussy against him to meet his fucks. Meanwhile, the girl’s shameless moaning almost covered up the sound of the table rattling to the rhythm of their fucking.
Soon, out of the corner of my vision, I noticed Rex eyeing the pale brunette. He’d stripped naked again and his cock stood stiffer than a flagpole. He’d already raped the blonde, but he hadn’t yet laid a finger on petite babe. What was he thinking? Once Thinner finished busting a nut inside her, all of the Frost Demons would be satisfied. Then the rest of the bar’s patrons would finally get their chance to fuck and abuse the delicate-looking girl in much the same way they were already tormenting the blonde. What if the biker gang leader now had other plans though? What was going on in that twisted head of his? He seemed to share an equal loathing for all four of the tourists, so I almost shuddered to think what he would order next.
Petite babe’s enthusiasm wouldn’t save her from punishment: it only postponed the inevitable.
END of CH. 22