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Here's Chapter 15 of my true trucker stories from a by gone era. I hope  
you're enjoying 'em.  Write for comments or suggestions.
 
Brutal Trucker Sex #15
 
Recap of Chapter 14 for context:
 
By the end of my embarrassing "bitch march" back to my shed I was  
broken and humiliated, having endured the most degrading experiences;  
publicly exposed for all to see.  Surprisingly my dick stayed  hard
throughout the entire march as if it was proud of the trucker's pussy  
bitch I'd become.  Sgt. Carter whipped open the door, threw me roughly  
inside the shed and warned ominously, "Remember slut, Mr. Spignotti plans on  
continuing his lesson tonight.  I've seen that sadistic bastard at the  Trove work 
over three guys at once.  Shit, you're fuckin in for quite an  exciting time 
on tonight's shift.  A god damned fuckin exciting time  tonight.  Shithead" he 
sighed mightily, stroking his thick black cock while  staring me directly in 
the eyes, "I might just have to give the recruits back on  base a break from 
my own pestering today.  Give ole Pounder a chance to  save up for tonight. Naw"
 he declared with certainty, "take more than one fuckin  bitch hole to drain 
these god-damned virile fuckin battle hardened ole army  issued balls; more 
than one fuckin bitch hole.." he howled, zipping his cock  away inside his 
uniform and closing and to my surprise locking the door behind  him.
 
Chapter 15
 
My second day on the job.
 
My second shift started a lot like my first.  I was prepared for Joe  Bruno's 
arrival at 10:45PM wearing the pink rose panties with the strategically  
located tear and the lavender overalls.  As I entered the shift  supervisor's 
office I saw that there were a few additions.  A complete set  of dumbbells and an 
exercise mat had been added. Additionally, a very strange  board, almost 
eight feet long and about four feet wide was propped in the  corner.  A multitude 
of assorted shiny steel clamps and thick leather  straps were attached to the 
board in no order that made any sense to me.   Additionally, on one side of 
this board was a leather covered hump; like a  pummel house that gymnasts use. 
This one however was attached directly to the  board without any legs.  Finally 
large black leather bull whip was coiled  in the corner.  Even without any 
understanding of what was in store my dick  strangely twitched and jumped for no 
obvious reason.
 
Again Sarge painted my tits and both sets of lips with the red  liquid.  
During the day since my last shift the color had not faded despite  my frantic 
attempts to wash it away. After Sarge's attention my tits, lips and  pussy glowed 
an inviting rosy red color.  As Mr. Spignotti had done during  my interview, 
Sarge next took a wide black Magic Marker and precisely wrote the  word CUNT 
across my forehead in crisp clear military-consise lettering, "a  reminder" he 
coldly informed me.  Finally the "bitch gel" from his buddy at  the zoo was 
reapplied to my fuck chute in the same exact pattern as last  night.  I stood at 
attention in the rosy pink panties as my second shift  began; beads of sweat 
forming on my forehead.
 
The first several hours were spent in aggressive calisthenics with Sarge's  
rigid black cock jutting from his perfectly pressed uniform for  encouragement. 
 The threat of calling for Mr. Spignotti's lesson was  invoked if my will to 
continue the exercises failed.  I quickly learned  that as soon as all my 
strength and resistance collapsed Mr. Spignotti would  take over.  This was surely 
a strong incentive to keep up with Sarge's  unrelenting commands for more and 
more physical exertions on my part.  The  itch from the pussy gel started 
like before and by the end of the exercise  session had become an incessant 
burning itch; keeping my focus where it  belonged, on my butthole and it's craving 
for hard dick.  On the bright  side, I was on my way to getting a pretty good 
physique from all this Spignotti  Basic Training.
 
When I was completely exhausted from the exercises and unable to move my  
arms Sarge callously picked up the phone on his desk and dialed Mr. Spignotti's  
office saying simply, "Sir the bitch is ready now.  Yes Sir".  Mr.  Spignotti 
strutted into the office in yet another fine tailored silk suit, this  one a 
shiny charcoal grey that brought out the coldness in his grey eyes.   Mr. 
Spignotti reached down firmly, lifted me by my blond hair and threw me  roughly 
over the leather covered hump of the strange board.  Sarge silently  went about 
strapping my arms at the elbows and my knees onto the board so that  my butt 
was jutting upward at an unnatural position.  
 
Without a word Mr. Spignotti took a long leather bull whip from the corner  
of the room and smiled the most frightening smile as his gaze bore directly 
into  me.  Silently he started my lesson with a single sharp snap of the bull  
whip on my left upturned cheek butt cheek.  The sound was terrifying and  
jangled my nerves but the shattering pain that immediately followed the sound  quite 
simply exploded in my brain.   I became terrified and my  struggles were met 
with laughter and derision from the two domineering men  towering above me.  
Being securely tied to the board I wasn't going  anywhere and the struggles 
brought out laughter and only seemed to make the  straps bind me tighter.  
 
Sarge twisted my head upward and snarled down at me, "Struggle all ya want  
bitch.  Just keep it up and this lesson will never fuckin end.   SHHHEEEETTTT", 
I heard him snarl to Mr. Spignotti like it was some kind of  private joke, 
"sure do like it when they struggle.  Don't you Boss?"
 
My heart sank as I remembered these exact same words spoken by Madd-dog and  
Mr. Spignotti previously.  I couldn't believe it; Mr. Spignotti actually  
wanted me to struggle to show I hadn't learned my lesson to further justify this  
new punishment.  Damn he was a mean nasty sadistic son of a bitch.   Worse 
yet, he clearly hadn't forgiven me for my insubordination earlier.   Slowly the 
bull whip started swirling over my head; I could hear the whirring  sounds.  In 
my unnatural position with my ass high in the air tied with my  elbows 
supporting my upper body I couldn't see or anticipate where or when the  second 
strike would hit.  
 
The loss of control was maddening. 
 
Mr. Spignotti and Sarge really seemed to enjoy their domination and control  
over me as I could see the prominent bulge in the front of Mr. Spignotti's  
trousers and Sarge's hard black cock got even more rigid and upright as the  
whipping continued.  "AHHH Fuck!", I heard Sarge say, "fuckin honky getting  
whipped, now that's fuckin justice.  God damned fuckin U-NEE-ver-SAL  justice" as 
both men howled in laughter.  I never knew when the next blow  would land; all 
I could do was stay strapped in this painful position fretting  and dreading 
events that were beyond my control.  I tried to be the  compliant, submissive 
fuckhole that Mr. Spignotti seemed to want for his  warehouse bitch but I just 
wasn't able.  
 
I struggled and screamed as each new blow landed.  The fear and the  anxiety 
of the unknown is the worst kind of dread; the kind that sinks to the  very 
depths of a young inexperienced man's spirit.  Tears began to flow to  the 
amusement of Mr. Spignotti, Sarge and the truckers behind the glass  partition. 
 
As the blows began at a steady rate I could feel my ass cheeks heat up.  
Unfortunately the pain on the outside of my cheeks only seemed to make the itch  
from the bitch gel inside feel more potent, more intense, more agonizing  
actually.  Every whack of the leather sent vibrations coursing through me;  focused 
on the tingling walls of my eager pussy.  
 
The strokes sent waves of both pain and pleasure through me.  The  pleasure 
part only pissed off Mr. Spignotti more.  Strapped as I was I  couldn't move a 
muscle as I resigned myself that I was once again 
completely  at the mercy of the sadistic Sicilian warehouse owner. 

The beating  continued for hours and once again attracted a rather large 
crowd of horny  truckers waiting behind the glass partition.  Slowly I was reduced 
to a  sniveling mass of jelly as the first few pangs of pleasure within my 
sensitized  pussy gave way to the relentless and inescapable pain inflicted by 
Mr.  Spignotti's whip.  
 
In my forced position I had no way of knowing what my poor traumatized butt  
looked like but I was given some sense of the damage being inflicted when Mr .  
Spignotti took a break from the flogging to inspect his handiwork.  The  pain 
was incredible and I could still feel the whip tearing into me even after  it 
had stopped.  Slowly Mr. Spignotti slid his manicured hand over the  welts 
and bruises.  With his hand as a guide I could feel every whip mark  on my 
tortured backside.  He slid his fingers across each line like he was  tracing roads 
on a map.  He seemed to be enthralled with the look and feel  of the damage 
he had done and his dick very noticeably danced within his  trousers as he did 
this.  The sadistic revelry only seemed to make the  bastard hungry for more 
as he jumped right back into the flogging with a renewed  sense of vigor.  Damn 
his arm must have been sore but he showed no sign of  letting up.  
 
At my lowest point, when I couldn't imagine my situation could get any  worse 
I heard Mr. Spignotti snarl to Sarge, "Sergeant, spread that pussy hole  open 
wide for me.  I want to give it a little special attention."  A  crisp 
military, "Sir yes Sir" was Sarge's retort.  Sarge crotched down at  my head and 
reached over my back with his strong black hands and slowly caressed  my aching 
butt cheeks.  His rigid cock was pressed firmly against my lips  as my 
attention was divided between the smell and feel of his cock and the pain  the simple 
act of rubbing my butt was causing.  Firmly Sarge pressed his  hips forward so 
his cock head was once again spreading my painted red lips  wide.  Not fully 
into my mouth but just enough to tell me it wouldn't take  much to slam that 
monster home.  Sarge dug his fingers into my butt and  painfully spread my 
cheeks as far as possible.  I could feel the cold air  of the supervisor's office 
sweeping over the opening.  
 
Tears were streaming down my face as I was powerless to move or fight this  
newest degradation.  I started to babble incoherently, what with Sarge's  huge 
black cock head poised to tear my throat up while 
painfully stretching  my lips.  It felt like he was enraptured with the whole 
scene, like he was  planning what was coming next.  All I heard was Sarge 
saying to Mr.  Spignotti, "It's all yours, Sir.  Have a fucking ball!".
 
The first blow from Mr. Spignotti was expertly landed directly on my  painted 
red pussy lips.  It felt like a red hot poker was burning my pussy  opening 
as I instinctively shot my head forwards and upwards from the cruel  pain.  I 
tried to scream out but at the exact instant the bull whip tore  into my cunt 
lips Sarge slammed his hips forward so that his rock hard cock tore  my throat 
wide open; drove balls deep in a single thrust.  His forward  thrust was 
matched by my own instinctive upward thrust as we met in the middle;  his black 
balls slamming hard into my chin.  "Ahhh fuck", I heard Sarge  sigh, "That's 
fucking good throat pussy.  God damned fuckin great honky  throat pussy.  That's 
right bitch, massage my fuckin black pole with your  throat, fuckin milk my 
cock dry you fuckin bitch."
 
Sarge held his cock there for a minute enjoying the sensations as my pussy  
hole twitched and pulsed from the bull whip blow.  Finally Sarge pulled  back 
enough for me to catch my breath just as the next blow from Mr. Spignotti  
landed exactly in the same spot as the first.  The pain was magnified many  many 
times as my head again instinctively shot upward and forward in a futile  
attempt to avoid the pain.  This time Sarge didn't slam his hips forward,  he 
didn't need to.  My own instinctive defensive actions were thrusting my  head onto 
Sarge's thick black dick.  I slammed my head fully onto his dick  without even 
being aware of it.  As soon as I recovered I tried pulling  back to catch a 
second breath just as another blow send my head slamming upward  again.  
 
This continued again and again and again as I was being forced to  
involuntarily fuck Sarge's cock with my throat. The sounds of the bullwhip  cracking 
against my tender hole echoed in the office.  Tears ran down my  face at both the 
agony of the situation and the humiliation of taking that black  pole balls 
deep with each and every strike by Mr. Spignotti.  
 
Sarge didn't need to move a muscle as my head bobbed full fuck stroke onto  
his cock of its own accord.  Mr.Spignotti was clearly enjoying whipping the  
warehouse bitch and Sarge was getting one of the better blow jobs he'd had in a  
while. It only seemed to help for him to know that his pleasure was 
intimately  connected to my agony.  Again I saw the flash of cameras from behind the  
glass reminding me that the scene was being preserved on film and that there  
were other hard cocks waiting for my attention.  
 
The bullwhip blows started to fall at a faster and faster pace as my head  
was thrown onto Sarge's cock at the same hurried pace.  Faster and faster I  was 
deep throating Sarge's cock; involuntarily slamming my face from the  
gigantic black hooded head to those heavy black balls with every thrust.   Sarge 
loved it, especially since all he had to do was stand there crouched over  my 
strapped sweat drenched body.  I was doing all the work; tearing my own  throat 
apart on that humungous black "Pussy Pounder".  Finally I felt Sarge  grab my 
head with those strong black hands and start pumping his cock into my  throat as 
hard as he could.  I knew it was only a matter of time and was  rewarded with 
a huge slimy load of army soldier cum directly down my  throat.  "Ahh 
fuck!!!", I heard above my head, "Fuck ,fuck, fuck, fuck,  fuck that's sweet fuckin 
throat pussy.  Fuckin sweet fuckin honky throat  pussy" as he painfully ripped 
his cock from my throat and smeared the last drops  onto my face and hair.  He 
seemed to be enjoying the contrast of his slime  covered black cock and my 
own reddened tear stained face and rumpled blond  hair.  "Fuck yeah" was all I 
heard. 
 
And yet the blows from Mr. Spignotti didn't stop but continued in agony,  
one, two, three more.  I felt like it would never end but I was totally  defeated 
now.  Finally I lifted my head, an empty shell of a man, and  simply pleaded 
with Mr. Spignotti, "Please fuck me Sir.  Please use either  hole you want, 
Sir.  Pleeease!"  Mr. Spignotti knew that he had broken  me sufficiently.  He 
grabbed my hair, twisted my head painfully up to his  own and snarled, just 
inches from my face, "Well bitch, had enough?  Know  your fuckin place yet?"  
 
With tears streaming down my face I pleaded with him to stop and assured  him 
that I'd learned my lesson, that I was nothing but a pussy bitch for any  
hard cock that wanted to use any hole I had to offer.  
 
"Any fuckin hard cock?" he asked ominously. "You're a fuckin bitch hole for  
any hard cock in the place?  You'll satisfy any fuckin cock here that wants  
your hole, drain any set of balls that come to you no matter what?" he asked  
with a stern authority in his voice.  
 
I felt like I was making a verbal deal with the devil as I assured him that  
I was nothing but a fuck-tube for any hard cock.  My sincerity showed as a  
wicked smile spread across his face.  He seemed satisfied as he picked up  the 
phone and dialed the three digits of an internal number saying simply,  "Bruno, 
Spignotti, bring Titus" then the evil bastard seemed to stop to think,  
reached down to run his fingers over my traumatized ass cheeks just to watch the  
involuntary twitches and muscle convulsions this simple pain was  
causing.  Finally he added after what felt like hours, "AHH what the  fuck, 
bring that bastard Max too. Might as well let the bitch do some real  fuckin 
work", and hung up the phone brusquely.
 
At the names of Titus and this new guy Max the truckers behind the glass  
cheered in unison.  I didn't know what was making them so excited but the  
testosterone was so strong in the room at the mention of these two names that  you 
could taste it.  Maybe the truckers were pleased that I'd have to  endure 
another session with Titus's cock lodged deep inside me or maybe this Max  guy was 
an even more worrisome addition.  Either way Mr. Spignotti's cock  was 
distended and tenting his trousers something fearsome and Sarge's black cock  was 
dripping precum on the floor ready again to work-over a honky hole.  
 
I heard dog barks and the truckers outside parted as Joe and the other two  
came into the office.  My jaw almost fell to the floor as I looked over my  
shoulder and saw standing there, Joe Bruno holding a snarling Titus and (most  
unexpectedly) the biggest, blackest meanest looking guard dog I had ever  seen.  
I broke out in a sweat as I heard Mr. Spignotti growl; "Now the  fuckin fun 
can really begin" as the impatient truckers cheered yet again.
 
 This seems like a good place to end Chapter 15.  Let me know if  you're 
enjoying the story.  The next one might be a little rough so be  warned!!
 
   _danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:danhol900@aol.com) 
 
   




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