THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 5 – New Destruction
GARY
I stared at Rex, who’s lion-like roar signaled impending climax.
“AAAHHH!!! Get ready for it, bitch. I’m about to fill your ass!”
He had both of the blonde’s elbows locked in a vice-like grip now, using them as leverage to yank her slender body toward him with each brutal thrust. In such a position, she could no longer suck her badly beaten boyfriend’s cock, as Rex had ordered her to do earlier, but Rex didn’t seem to care. I could see the blonde’s face twisted in a mask of agony as the biker gang leader impaled her ass with teeth-rattling force. She seemed to stare at her boyfriend’s cock, just out of reach and still coated in her saliva. Her eyes had a faraway look, as if she was seeking some mental refuge to escape the tremendous waves of pain – that cock plunging into her ass like a spear, stabbing into her rectum.
The girl’s grunts, in time to her ass-rape, had been the only sounds besides the heavy slapping noise of Rex’s pelvis slamming against her backside. But now more helpful encouragement came from all directions as the rowdy patrons of the bar cheered him on.
“Fill that bitch’s ass!”
“Put your spunk in her guts!”
“Tear her asshole!”
The blonde had managed to find a place of numbness in a whirlwind of pain and what had to be an asshole on fire. That’s all I could think as I watched Rex’s cock split those smooth ass cheeks like a battering ram, forcing her rectum to sheathe every inch of his hefty shaft. Her body trembled with the force of each impact. With each soul-searing thrust as her butt took a fresh pummeling from the gang leader’s cock, all I could hear were her grunts of resignation and despair.
“UUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!” We all heard the plaintive groan of climax and triumph that now erupted from the biker’s lips. Rex shuddered and spurted a full dose of spunk deep into the girl’s intestines. As his shudders finally subsided, the bearded biker pulled out his cock from the girl’s ruined asshole. He knelt down and framed it with his fingers, highlighting the distended anal crevice and the reservoir of cum now glistening inside as it twitched, trembled, and tried in vain to revert back to its smaller size.
“Look at this, boys. I give you one cum-filled asshole. One hell of a masterpiece, don’t you think? But don’t worry, gentlemen, we’re just getting started. The show must go on.”
I could hear the blonde sobbing now as Rex’s cum began seeping from her asshole.
“Please… you’ve ass-raped me. My fiancé needs a hospital. Y-you’ve gotten your revenge f-for what we did to you. P-please l-let us go,” the blonde begged through her tears. But Rex just smacked the back of her head.
“Shut up, bitch. I haven’t even begun to pay you back for driving me off the road.” Now he raised his voice and called out to one of his fellow bikers.
“Gallagher, get your cock over here. I think this bitch needs a ride.”
Gallagher was a man I knew well. He was a regular patron at my bar. He was hard to miss too. By far the tallest of the Frost Demon bikers, he stood a whopping 6’8 and had the muscles to make that height look even more intimidating. He was known for being a ‘ladies’ man’. His sexual prowess pleasuring multiple women over the course of an entire evening had made the rounds at my bar. He was, perhaps, the ‘gentler’ and less brutal of the bikers, though to call him that wasn’t saying much. The Frost Demons were all as tough as nails and as ruthless as predators.
“This bitch’s sore ass needs a break. I think you should give her pussy a try.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Gallagher drawled as he stepped up beside her. By now, the blonde had curled up into a fetal position on the floor.
“Get up, bitch. Get your ass UP!” Rex roared. With a torrent of tears still streaking down her face, the blonde slowly got to her feet.
“Please… no more,” she whimpered. She stared at Gallagher, who had disrobed and now stood as naked as her. His cock was not as thick as Rex’s, but it was quite a bit longer, at least 10-11 inches. Damn. If I was being honest with myself, I was more than a little jealous of the well-endowed Frost Demon.
“Up you go, bitch. I’ll impale you and then you’ll get the ride of your life.” Gallagher lifted her up like she weighed almost nothing. “Put your arms around my neck, bitch, and hold on. I won’t ask again.”
Still whimpering and sniffling through her tears, the blonde managed to wrap her arms around the big man’s neck. Meanwhile, Gallagher slid his hands underneath the girl’s hips and positioned her cunt just above his raging erection. With a sudden lurch, he dropped her onto his cock. The entire bar watched as her cunt sank onto his man-meat, engulfing his shaft as he impaled her.
“UUUUUUU!!!!” The blonde’s groan flew to the four corners of the bar.
“Oh yeah, I think that bitch is really feeling it,” one man called out.
“Fuck that whore. Fuck her good!” another man shouted.
Rex stood behind the blonde, his hands fondling the girl’s ass cheeks.
“Give it to her rough, brother. Make this pussy feel it. I destroyed her ass. Now it’s your turn to destroy her pussy.”
“You got it, Boss,” Gallagher grunted, lifting the girl up by the hips and then bringing her crashing back down onto his shaft. The blonde squealed at the sudden impalement. She buried her face against his neck and groaned as the rape continued, her cunt forced to sink itself down onto the fleshy spike of his manhood again and again while fresh waves of depraved encouragement flew over from almost every table.
“Stretch that pussy!”
“Bruise that bitch’s cervix. Fuck her deep!”
“Destroy that pussy. Make her hurt!” another man bellowed.
Gallagher seemed intent on doing exactly that. In what became a mockery of a romantic scene, the blonde clung tightly to her rapist, holding on for dear life while he impaled her sex with a depraved indifference to her well-being. The whole bar watched as her cunt bottomed out on the tall Frost Demon’s cock with a savage rhythm, his entire shaft vanishing inside her silky-soft fuck-hole until only his testicles showed beneath.
The man’s upper body strength was a thing to behold. He stood there like a champ, impaling his slender victim without so much as working up a sweat. The rhythmic rape of the blonde’s ass bouncing, her cunt sheathing the tall spike of that tireless, blood-engorged flesh, became almost mesmerizing. Eventually someone at one of the tables began clapping in time to the impalements. Soon others joined in. Then more added their clapping to the chorus. Soon it seemed like over half the bar was clapping out the rhythm of the blonde’s brutal rape.
What surprised me most, though, was that instead of becoming passive, Rex remained active behind the scenes. He had not forgotten the beaten-up fiancé. The dark-skinned young man’s cock had drooped after going so long without his girl’s attentions. Evidently Rex was intent on changing that.
He leaned down and looked the boyfriend in the eye – the one eye which wasn’t swollen shut.
“You should have come when you had the chance, bitch-boy. Now you’ll just have to watch the rest of my boys give your girlfriend the time of her life. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stay alert to enjoy every fucking second of your prissy fiancée getting raped.” He now turned and called out to one of the other Frost Demons.
“Vlad, you got some of that Viagra-imitation shit on hand? ‘Cuz I think we need to give pretty-boy here a decent dose so he can stay hard while he watches us all torture and fuck his girl.”
Around the bar, most of us called him ‘Vlad the Pharmacist’ for good reason. If you wanted a drug under the table, Vlad was the one to hook you up. He was, for all intents and purposes, the ‘pharmacist’ of the Frost Demon biker gang.
Now he came up and handed Rex a pair of gelatin capsules.
“This should keep him hard for all the action, Boss.”
“Nice.” Rex turned and called for a glass of water. I brought it over to him. The blonde’s groans continued while Gallagher slammed her pussy down onto his shaft with the help of gravity.
“All right, bitch-boy, time to take your medicine.” Rex forced the fiancé’s mouth open. The pretty-boy’s one good eye widened in horror as Rex forced the two pills between his lips and growled at him.
“You drink and swallow or I’ll gouge out your remaining good eye.” The pretty-boy took the proffered cup of water and managed to gulp down both pills with a wretched sob. Within a short time, we all saw the change. The boyfriend’s once drooping manhood soon solidified into a tall and stiff erection.
Rex’s booming laugh filled the bar.
“Looks like our bitch-boy is finally enjoying the show.”
Meanwhile, Gallagher’s attack on the blonde’s pussy had now reached a fever-pitch. The loud smacking sounds of their bodies joining had risen to a thunderous crescendo. The blonde’s sexy ass kept slamming downward as he forced her pussy to milk his throbbing manhood. I was jealous on multiple levels now…
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” Gallagher now growled at her. The blonde’s sweat-slick body seemed to tremble each time her cunt lips slid down the girth of that raping shaft. She opened her mouth, but only incoherent sounds tumbled out.
“Uuuuuuuuuuu… p-p—n—n-n—AH-”
“Bitch, you tell me how much you LOVE my cock deep up your PUSSY or I’ll start reaming out that already sore asshole instead. Do it now!”
With a heart-wrenching sob, the blonde tried again. He didn’t make it any easier on her either, the way he impaled her with bone-jarring plunges.
“AHH! I l-l-love!! UUUHH!!! L-love your cock! OOHHH!!! Please!”
Rex heard their exchange and now he turned to the audience with a raised voice.
“Did you hear that? Miss Slut-With-the-Big-Tits here is having way too much fun. She’s enjoying her rape.” The burly biker made a tsk-tsk of disapproval as he surveyed the crowd. “We can’t have that. Fuck no. Bitches were made to have their holes filled rough and hard and take pain. Who wants to help me even out the score here? Who here has a belt I can borrow?”
A man with a crocodile’s wide-open jaws tattooed across his shoulder stood up and slid the leather belt from the waist of his jeans, tossing it to Rex. The cruel biker caught it with a deft hand and tested the feel and weight of it between his big, scarred, and calloused fists.
“This’ll do.”
END of CH. 5