Two young tourist couples pick the wrong biker gang to mess with.
THE SHARK AND SEAL - TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 7 – Enter the Vicious Vixen
GARY
It was Sasha. Rex’s woman. If he was the embodiment of cruelty, she was the scheming manipulator who loved to direct all that pent-up rage and depravity. I didn’t think he’d brought her with him. She must have been at the back of the bar, content to watch as the men had their fun. But I knew Sasha. She loved to watch, but eventually the woman never could stay clear of the action.
With skin pale, pure, and smooth as moonlight, Sasha strode with an elegance that belied her cruel nature. Her face was sheer symmetry and perfection. Her dark eyes, like a raven’s shadow, matched the inky-black of her long, braided hair as it flowed to the small of her back. She wore tight jeans and a biker vest, but for all her seeming elegance and beauty, the woman’s eyes had the same predatory glint as any other Frost Demon. To be a Frost Demon’s woman, and especially Rex’s woman, you couldn’t afford to be a delicate flower. You had to be willing to get dirty, just like the men.
No man with more than a few brain cells to rub together would let that elegant beauty’s harmless-seeming appearance fool them. Sasha wasn’t a rose coated in thorns: that bitch was a rose booby-trapped with IEDs. And only a fool would underestimate what she was capable of.
“Hello, gentlemen. Mind if I join you?”
The men whistled with appreciation and approval as the young woman began to strip.
Sasha had been a runaway picked up by the gang when she was just a teen. I’d opened this bar six years ago. I did the math. Yeah, it had been at least four years since she’d joined the gang. She still had that young teenage look even though she had to be in her early 20’s by now. In a cruel irony, perhaps, the blush of youth clung to her and made her seem immortal despite the jaded world-weariness behind her eyes.
Now she stood fully naked. She was like the petite babe tourist, only different. I glanced at the driver’s license of the younger female tourist, Sara Reynolds, age 22. Sasha and Sara were probably about the same age, and both had dark hair, pale skin, and similar body types. Despite all that, though, the two remained firmly distinct.
Sasha had a cruelty and an arrogance to her. Her face was narrower, the cheekbones more delicate and pronounced. She was slightly skinnier – not anorexic but not far from anorexic either. If Sara was petite, then Sasha was petite-ultra. If Sara was pale, then Sasha was almost vampire-pale.
“Bartender, can I get a shot of whisky over here?” Sasha’s melodious voice flew my way. I poured her the drink and began to walk it out to her. In the meantime, she put her boots back on. Otherwise still naked, she walked a slow circuit around the dark-skinned fiancé laying on the floor.
I had rifled through his wallet too. Ricky Patel, age 26. Poor Ricky didn’t look too good - bruises covering his face, one eye swollen shut, chest horrifically bruised above one, possibly multiple broken ribs, and a knee that looked just as broken.
He wheezed and looked up at her.
She stared down at him like he was a piece of shit stuck to the bottom of her boot. Kneeling beside him, she grabbed him by the hair and twisted his face to look at his fiancée bouncing and squealing on Gallagher’s iron-hard shaft while Rex gave her back another lash with the belt.
“You see my man, bitch-boy? He’s taking real good care of your girl, isn’t he? I guess it’s my turn to do the same for you, huh? Yeah, that sounds fun.” She raised her voice. “What do you think, boys? Should I take care of this little bitch?”
A raucous din of approvals hit her like a barrage of cannon fire. I had finally reached her with the shot of vodka, but she stopped me with a gesture.
Now I watched her hand clasp the base of Ricky’s drug-induced yet still engorged manhood. She slid her hand up and down, giving it a few pumps. She seemed to stare clinically at his cock as a drop of pre-cum beaded up at the very tip. Then Sasha’s hand slid lower down. She cupped the wrinkled sac of Ricky’s brown testicles.
“Can someone get me a hammer?” she called out.
I stiffened. Oh shit. Did I hear that right? A small hush passed over the crowd. Clearly this woman meant business. Some of our less regular patrons, or those who didn’t know the Frost Demons as well as I did, now realized how dark a turn tonight’s festivities might take. Despite his dark complexion, Ricky’s face had somehow turned ghost-white. When he tried to beg for mercy, Sasha took her panties and used them as a makeshift gag for his mouth.
Finally a man with a braided beard and black biker vest stood up and called out. “I’ve got one somewhere in my truck. I’ll go get it.” He stepped away and I wondered if I should do something to stop this before things got out of hand. Before I could, though, Sasha seemed to remember I existed.
“Gary.” She nodded at me with respect. “Good to see you, babe. I’m ready for that drink now.” She took it from me, then knelt down by the stricken fiancé. She took the gag out just long enough to force him to choke down the potent liquor. Then she retied the gag to his face. I was just turning to walk back to the bar when her voice hit me like a deadly caress.
“Whoa there. Where do you think you’re going? I still need a drink.” I turned back and frowned at her. I wasn’t sure what the hell she meant. She made a coaxing gesture with one hand. It wasn’t far off from an imperious ‘come hither’. I walked up to her again. She was still kneeling beside the miserable wretch on the floor.
Before I could ask her again what the hell she wanted, I found Sasha’s hands at my waist, unbuckling my belt.
“Sasha-”
“Don’t move,” she barked, her gaze darting suggestively toward Rex as if to say You piss me off, my man will make you regret it. “I said I wanted a drink, and you’re going to provide it. The juice from your nut sac will do.”
I stood there indecisively. Sasha’s graceful fingers soon had my belt unbuckled and my pants unbuttoned and now my jeans were falling down around my ankles. My eager rod sprang free. I looked down at her, my limbs still frozen as she leaned forward and slowly engulfed just the tip of my shaft between her pink lips. The feel of her mouth around my cock felt like heaven. Her tongue cradled the underside of my dick and her one hand gently played with my balls. All the while, she looked up at me like a succubus, her dark, seductive eyes making it impossible for me to form a single coherent thought.
“Looks like your woman has a thing for Gary,” one of the Frost Demons dared to say to their leader. Rex paused in his beating of the blonde long enough to look at his wife. She withdrew her mouth from my shaft but was still licking the tip of my cock like a tasty treat while her gaze met his.
“I’ll make you pay for being such a whore before the night is through, honey. Count on it. Until then, though, go ahead and have your fun,” Rex rumbled. Rex didn’t mind letting his wife have some independence. She could fuck whoever she wanted, within reason. The rumor mill certainly had sent plenty of stories my way of her sexual escapades. The only men she couldn’t fuck were men from rival gangs and other Frost Demons – unless Rex specified otherwise. Sometimes he would give Sasha to one of his subordinates to fuck as a reward. As for Sasha, well, she never seemed to mind…
“Uuuuuuhhh.”
Had that groan been mine? I guess it had.
Now I lost my train of thought again while the beautiful brunette worked her mouth up and down my shaft. I watched her perfect lips form a tight seal around my manhood. Her hands now cupped my ass cheeks as she pumped her mouth back and forth, back and forth, slobbering all over my dick. Her eyes drew me in, seductive as ever while she looked up at me. Oh god… I had already been stiff from watching all the action on the barroom floor. It would be more than a little embarrassing to explode in this nasty vixen’s mouth right in front of all my customers.
Then again, maybe this level of bliss was more than worth a little embarrassment. Sasha had managed to slide her mouth all the way down my shaft. In an impressive feat, her tongue now lapped at the front of my balls while she deep-throated me. She pressed her nose against my pubic hair and made an impressive gurgling sound, impaling her face on my elongated man-meat. I belatedly realized that I was stroking her raven tresses with one hand and bucking my pelvis into her mouth as if to drill my cock through her skull.
I could feel the eruption coming. Fuck. I couldn’t last like I used to. I wasn’t a fucking 20-year-old anymore. I groaned and kept stroking Sasha’s hair as she slid her mouth off of me. She gripped my shaft and was staring at it, jerking it. The whole length of it was now a slimy, saliva-coated mess.
“You gonna CUM in my mouth, big guy?” Sasha cooed.
“Get your mouth on it and find out, bitch,” I said. I was beyond the point of no return, thinking with the smaller of my two heads.
At the same time, I now heard Gallagher’s grunts getting more desperate. The blonde’s cries and the whacks of the belt against her back punctuated the air. Gallagher was close. I was close. It was almost weird, the way I now fed off of the sexual energy and depravity around me. I was practically moaning now as Sasha re-smothered my cock and sucked and slurped on it loudly. Her sexy lips once more were sliding up and down my shaft, and her tongue cradled my erection with tender care as she looked up at me.
That was when I lost it. No, we both lost it.
“UUUGGGGHHHH!”
I heard Gallagher let out a growl-groan of ecstasy. The blonde’s groan joined his while he slammed her cunt down, stuffing her full of cock. The blonde’s naked figure shuddered while Gallagher’s cock spewed its hefty load up her twat. I could tell by the way his groan finally petered out that he had finally spent the last drop of jizz deep in the blonde’s well-used fuck-hole.
My own cock kept twitching between Sasha’s lips until I almost fell backward. The sexy brunette kept sucking me dry, though, until at last I felt the heady emptiness of being a man fully spent. I took a step back and nearly stumbled. Damn. Sasha knew her business.
Now I watched as Sasha knelt down beside Ricky again. Rather than swallow, she had kept my cum gathered in her mouth. With appalling seduction, she yanked the gag out of the fiancé’s mouth again. The pretty-boy started to panic.
Although Sasha couldn’t speak coherently with all my cum in her mouth, her intent was more than clear. I could well imagine what her expression was telling him as she leaned down to press her lips to his:
Oooh, baby, let’s kiss, you need to taste some of this cum.