The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 17 - Sex Stories

The Shark and Seal - Tourists in Hell Part 17

THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL

Ch. 17 – Hurting You is Half the Fun

GARY

I glanced at petite babe’s purse, which still lay discarded on the bar where I’d been rifling through it. Tucking it away in the ‘Lost and Found’ box, I had a feeling the cunt wouldn’t be needing it again. I glanced at her driver’s license one last time. Sara Reynolds.

Sorry, Sara, I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore.

I took the driver’s licenses into the back room and put them all in the shredder. Then I threw the tiny pieces in a waste basket with some paper, lit a match, and watched it burn for a while. I wasn’t sure how I knew it, but I just knew it. Rex wasn’t letting these four go after he was done with them. As for the truckers and all the witnesses?

This was Frost Demon territory and the only sheriff was a corrupt son of a bitch who looked the other way as long as the kickbacks kept coming. No… these tourists wouldn’t catch a break tonight. These tourists had come to the wrong place and I couldn’t see any way out of it for ‘em. They would pay the ultimate price.

A loud feminine plea from the bar pulled me from my thoughts. The fire having done its work, I snuffed it out and walked back out onto the barroom floor.

“NOOOO!!! Please just leave him alone. He won’t try anything. He won’t resist!” the girl named Sara was whining and begging. Lem pulled her upright by the back of the neck. A stream of cum oozed down her inner thigh.

“Shut up, bitch. You don’t ...

... need to worry about your pretty-boy no more. We got him covered.” He looked at the five Frost Demons who had all been waiting their turn with the brunette. He looked at the tallest of the bunch. “Jax, this cunt is all yours.” Saying this, he pushed the unfortunate girl into the next biker’s arms.

“P-please I’ll fuck you, y-you don’t need to hurt me,” she babbled. But the tall, muscle-ripped black man grinned at her with feral delight.

“Bitch,

hurting

you is half the fun,” he growled. He picked her up and body-slammed her face-up on one of the tables. Then, leaping onto the table with the athleticism of a panther, he grabbed her by the ankles, forcing her legs backward and to each side of her head. Fully helpless and pinned in that uncomfortable position, the girl could only let out a cry of shock and pain as the black biker drove his thick, meaty fuck-stick with a downward impalement that made the entire table shake. He began fucking her like that, raping her with crushing force in a piledriver position. Her ass was now completely off the table, her body folded up by his massive strength as he slammed down into her vulnerable cunt again and again.

“Please, I’m not that flexible!” she squealed, but the big black biker kept pounding into her, his giant snake of a cock – all 11 inches of it – plunging between her cunt lips like a spear. That cock must have been crashing into her cervix judging by the way she begged, groaned and trembled with each of his downward ...