The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 24 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 24

THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL

Ch. 24 – Blonde’s Final Punishment

GARY

“We can’t have pretty-boy here getting bored,” Rex bellowed, noticing Sara’s boyfriend bent over the table, his wrists still tied behind his back. The naked, musclebound biker stalked over to his prey, yanking Marcus to his feet.

His pain-wracked eyes showed what I already suspected: the college student had no fight left in him. His nose wasn’t the only thing that the bikers had busted. He was broken, both mentally and physically.

“Let’s have you join my wife’s party over here, bitch-boy. You’re in for a real treat,” Rex growled. He proceeded to drag the young man over to the far side of the bar where Sasha still knelt in front of the tied-up and electrocuted fiancé. Sasha was still plunging her soft sex back to encase the fiancé’s drug-induced erection. The brunette’s pale body shook in time to another of Dmitri’s cruel engine revs.

“AAAYYYYY!!!!” Sasha and the fiancé both cried out at once in a terrible chorus of anguish even as their continued coupling created a diabolically arousing sight.

“Here, you get to watch things up-close, bitch-boy. Slide underneath and watch my wife fuck your friend. Keep your mouth open and stick out your tongue and stay ready. Once he comes in my wife’s cunt, I want it dribbling out of her nasty snatch into your mouth and you’ll swallow every drop of your friend’s sperm. Understood?”

Sara’s boyfriend nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. Rex ...

... punched him in the stomach. He doubled over with a wheeze.

“I can’t hear you, bitch-boy…”

“Yes. Yes, I understand! I-I’ll swallow all of his cum,” the boyfriend squeaked out pitifully.

Rex now forced the young man to lay down face-up. He then pulled the pretty-boy by the shoulders along the floor until his head was just underneath where Sasha’s pussy slammed back to sheathe the fiancé’s shaft. Marcus dutifully stuck his tongue out, mouth wide open, waiting for the inevitable debasement. Meanwhile, Sasha’s slender figure continued to plunge back against Ricky’s pelvis. The fiancé grunted in time to her impalements on his helpless cock. A fresh revving of the motorcycle’s engine created another cacophony of pain as the two shouted. Dmitri smiled.

“Keep up the good work, Dmitri,” Rex boomed as he clapped his subordinate on the back and left him to continue his work.

By now it was getting late. It being late October, the Alaskan sunset hit by before 7pm, and now it was nearly midnight. The last batch of new truckers, hunters, and other assorted townies and riffraff had sauntered their way in by now. Some of the newcomers were shocked and surprised by the rape-orgy in progress, but in this backwater wilderness everyone knew everybody, and men (as well as ex-convicts) made up a disproportionate part of the population.

As I scanned the crowd and saw no signs of any other tourists, only regulars, I knew that tonight’s remaining patrons would keep their mouths shut ...