Tourists in Hell

Ch. 6 -- Enter the Vicious Vixen

GARY

He turned back toward the furious coupling in progress. The blonde had her big tits crushed against Gallagher's chest while the 900-lb gorilla of a man kept bouncing her on his cock. Now, as Rex approached, the girl had the presence of mind to sense impending doom. She glanced over her shoulder.

"No!! Please don't hit me!" she squealed. This of course made Rex give her the first blow with twice the force he might have used. Rex was a psychotic asshole like that. I watched as the leather connected with the smooth skin of the girl's lower back. She let out a shout with twice the volume I'd expected. It took a moment for me to realize why. He hadn't led with the leather -- he'd lashed her directly with the metal of the belt buckle itself.

"You like that love-tap, whore? There's plenty where that came from," Rex growled. He lashed her across the back again, this time with just the leather... but not out of any sense of mercy or 'going easy' on her. No, I could tell he was toying with her. She screamed again, expecting a bite of metal along her back that never came. Terror combined with the unknown to just heighten her torment.

But just when it didn't seem that things could get any worse for the unlucky slut, the two men found a way.

"Maybe if you stop crowing about how much you're loving that cock, maybe I'll stop beating you, bitch," Rex shouted.

"AAA!! O-o-oH-kaaay! Pleeeaase!" the blonde screeched as the third blow landed.

But moments later, Gallagher gave her an impossible choice.

"Did I say you could stop, stupid cunt? You keep telling me how much you LOVE my cock impaling your worthless little fuck-hole or I swear I'll fuck you in the ass even harder than Rex did -- and this time I'll tear your asshole. Which is it gonna be, huh bitch? A beating or a bloody asshole? You decide."

I couldn't see the girl's face, but I could imagine the horror that must have shone in her eyes. I heard her whimpering with indecision, broken up by fresh sobs, her body trembling while her pussy once more slid down to engulf her current rapist's shaft. That ass had never looked sexier as I watched her bouncing on Gallagher's meat. The welts already starting to form on her lower back were like a savage painting starting to trace its way across her once-unblemished skin. Gallagher's cock was sheened in a shameful coating of the girl's cunt juice though, I could tell each time he lifted her for the next impalement, so a primal part of the bitch must have been enjoying herself despite everything.

With a deep cry of humiliation and despair, the blonde felt the fourth blow of the belt -- buckle-side out -- bite into her flesh.

"What's it gonna be, cunt? Last chance. If you haven't reminded me about the joys of my cock embedded up your twat by the next time the Boss slaps that belt across your back, I'll bend you over the bar and give you the anal pounding you deserve," Gallagher promised. He lifted her up and brought the girl slamming back down onto his stiff erection. I could see pearly-white pre-cum seeping from the seal of the blonde's cunt lips -- cunt lips which were still red and swollen from the beating Rex had given her pussy earlier. Now the biker's thick pre-cum oozed from their joined sexes and begin sliding down Gallagher's cock all the way to his testicles. That man was almost ready to blow.

Just before Rex's next strike, the blonde managed to eek out a few semi-coherent words.

"I--l-love your big cock in-s-side... in-side meeee-AAYY!!!" Her babbling turned into a shriek as Rex's leather lashed against her left ass cheek.

Caught between a rock and a hard place -- raped and beaten at the same time. That poor tourist bitch and her little sister and their two pretty-boys may not have deserved the fate that my bar full of Neanderthals had in store for them, but one thing was for damned sure: They had made their bed by fucking with the wrong people, and now they were going to have to lie in it.

"AAAYYYY!!! I... LOVE... ugghkk!!... UGH! y-y-your COCK!!! AYYYY! NooO!!! Please STOP! Have MERCY!" The blonde's fresh cries, interrupted by sobs of despair, filled the bar while her cunt kept gripping Gallagher's cock and sinking all the way down his vein-engorged meat.

"Yeah, hit her harder, Boss. She squeezes my cock perfectly whenever she feels the belt," Gallagher groaned.

I watched as Rex raised his fist for another strike.

"AAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"

The girl shrieked bloody murder as Rex lashed her other ass cheek, her cunt hugging cock in the throes of her ordeal.

I just happened to glance now at the two purses and wallets which Rex's Frost Demons had dumped on the counter after relieving the tourists of their clothing. The biker thugs had already gone through the purses and wallets to remove anything valuable. Curious, though, I pulled out the older girl's purse and pulled out the driver's license.

Jamie Reynolds, age 24. The cunt and her sister were from Florida. I wondered what had brought them up here in late October, to freeze their asses off in the middle of nowhere. We had the occasional hardcore tourist who was hellbent on seeing polar bears or the Aurora Borealis or whatever, but I did wonder.

The fresh cries of the blonde pulled my attention back.

I watched Gallagher impale her on his cock again. The belt slammed against her back. The dual cadence now dovetailed together -- Jamie's cries from Rex's lashes and Gallagher's mighty cunt-impaling tool of a cock. Clearly the bitch had decided that saving herself from a bloody ass was worth the punishment to her back.

"AAAYY!!! I l-oooovvvee! OH FUCK! UUUGGHH!!!! Please---n-noo more! I l-love your cock. F-fuck me harder. Fuck me! EEEEE!!! Make him stop!!"

Rex paused long enough to survey his expectant audience. Jeers and loud cries of encouragement still hurtled toward him from the various tables.

"Flay the skin from that bitch's back! Make her pay!!"

"Give her the beating she deserves," another man called out.

"Make the cunt scream louder!"

Rex's shout rose above the din.

"Did you hear that, gentlemen? This shit-for-brains slut was actually begging my man to make me stop." He glared at the girl's back. "That's not how this works, you dumb bitch. I'm the boss here. I call the fucking shots. You want to beg for mercy -- there's only one man to beg it from. ME."

As he said this, Rex launched another devastating strike, this time against the blonde's left ass cheek. It jiggled from the force of the blow as a fresh cry tore from the girl's lips. Meanwhile, her cunt lips slid down to encase her rapist's cock for another bone-jarring, balls-deep impalement. Her arms tightened around Gallagher's neck as she held on for dear life and tensed up for the next blow.

Not much could have taken my eyes off of the action unfolding, but then the impossible happened. Something did. A beautiful woman now walked toward the front of the bar. Male gazes swept to her like she was the source of all gravity.

Oh shit. It was HER.

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 and innocent 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 - laid out, practically hyperventilating, his eyes roving this way and that while he watched the train wreck unfolding around him.

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?"

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To Be Continued...