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Disclaimer:  This segment takes place on my second day on the job as  
warehouse slut for 
Spignotti and Sons distribution Center of Jersey City, NJ.  You should  not 
read this 
story if male Canine-male human type of activity offends you.  Read on  if 
you choose 
but you have been warned!
 
Recap of Chapter 15a for context:
"...I remained cowering on my knees  like this for what felt like hours, 
angry sneers on 
Brundt's and Sarge's faces and a subtle knowing smile on Mr. Spignotti's  
face.  It felt 
like a volcano was about to erupt.
 
Finally, the spell was broken when Mr. Spignotti asked, "OK fuckers, that's  
enough.  
Great job there Brundt.  Now which mother fuckin son of a bitch  trucker 
wants to double 
team the bitch with ole Max over there?"  Max had witnessed the entire  
series of events 
which was obvious from the humungous grey-black tube of dock cock jutting  f
rom between 
his black hairy legs. Immediately I heard Sarge say, "I'm up to the task,  
Sir.  Let me 
and Max work the bitch over the Black way.  Show you all how we  'black' our 
honkies in 
the Army".  Cheers went up from the surrounding truckers, just more  loudly 
from the 
Black truckers who had migrated around my kneeling body so they could get a  
good view 
of the up coming festivities..."
 
Brutal Trucker Sex #15b
A wicked smile spread across Mr. Spignotti's  face when Sarge volunteered to 
take up 
where Vinton Brundt left off.  It was clear to everyone in the  warehouse, 
including me, 
that Sarge wasn't going to just continue; oh no, he was going to try to out  
do, to 
fuckin outshine that Aryan bastard Vince Brundt.  First off Sarge  started my 
torments 
by walking up to my still kneeling figure and hauling off and kicking my  gut 
with his 
leather steel toed work boot so hard I flew several feet through the air  
landing in a 
heap about halfway towards the office door.  It was so unexpected that  the 
power behind 
this kick forced a great big glob of the fuck slime from Brundt and Titus  
out of my 
pussy, coating my balls and legs with a warm glazed coating.  Max  jumped up 
his 
grey/black cock bouncing noticeably, just as I was scrambling to my knees  
again only to 
be met by Sarge's second vicious kick to my gut; sprawling me to the edge  of 
the door 
as the desperately horny black and white truckers scrambled to get out of  
the way.  I 
was painfully crammed through the office door and into the drafty open  space 
of the 
warehouse with the toe of Sarge's work boot crammed halfway up my  
traumatized butthole. 
 My shocked squeals only delighted the truckers, adding to their  
anticipation.  I was 
surrounded by hard trucker cocks. 
 
Sarge slid my reluctant body across the cold rough cement floor into the  
open space of 
the loading bays.  The ceiling of the open warehouse, with its  fluorescent 
lights, was 
at least three stories away and all twelve bays were full of trucks, fully  
loaded, just 
waiting to unload.  Many, many more vicious kicks were showered on me  from 
Sarge's boot 
as I squealed in pain with each kick.  Throughout my traverse from the  
office to the 
open warehouse driven by Sarge's steel toed boot I became like a panicked  
frightened 
animal struggling to escape the brutal kicks raining down on me.  I  had 
never seen 
Sarge so angry as I laid weeping and pleading for him to stop.  Part  of me 
knew his 
anger wasn't directed at me specifically, just an outlet for his  frustration 
he was 
forced to endure at the expense of that sadistic, skinhead, Nazi Aryan  
Vinton Brundt 
who had so mercilessly insulted Sarge while brutally traumatizing me.
 
Sarge towered over me with an evil gleam in his eye and a healthy sheen of  
sweat for 
his exertions.  Through it all however I noticed that Sarge left his  
humungous black 
"Pussy Pounder" jutting from his warehouse supervisor uniform.  In  fact I 
was 
completely devastated, a sobbing mess on the floor, and Sarge still had  
perfect creases 
in his uniform pants.  Sarge glared down at me like I was a disease  ridden 
parasite.  
He sneered, more to the surrounding truckers than to me, "Shit pussy  breath, 
I can't 
fuck a slimy hole like you got now, can I honky?  Not when you's been  fuckin 
contaminated by god damned Aryan spooge.  No fuckin self respecting  Black 
son of a 
bitch like me, shit not even a self respecting black dog for that matter,  
would plow a 
crapped-up hole like you got, scumbag.  We got to purify your pretty  little 
fuck hole 
babycakes, using this man's Army way" Sarge shouted to cheers from the  
surrounding 
Black truckers and confused, uncomfortable faces on the white  truckers.
 
A good amount of the cum that had been plowed deep into me by Brundt and  
Titus was now 
coating my balls and legs by the time Sarge had me positioned where he  
wanted me; 
kneeling again with my knees widely spaced and my whipped and plundered  butt 
exaggeratedly high in the air.  Unfortunately everyone knew there was  a hell 
of a lot 
more slime inside me from the previous fucks as Brundt just calmly watched  
my newest 
torments, confident that since he got first fucks he got best fucks.   Sarge 
seemed 
intent on changing Brundt's attitude without even laying a hand on  him.
 
Mr. Spignotti had previously laid down the law that there would be  
absolutely no 
fighting between truckers in the warehouse, any fist fights would be taken  
off the 
premises; no one really wanted to leave and miss the opportunity to fuck  the 
new 
warehouse bitch, so insults that normally would have resulted in one  trucker'
s teeth 
crammed down his throat were grudgingly ignored.  I knew Sarge well  enough 
to know that 
he'd plow my tight white pussy as a kind of surrogate for every White  
asshole in the 
warehouse and every White asshole who had ever disrespected him in his  life .
 
Sarge slapped me hard on my ass cheeks and violently thrust two calloused  
fingers 
painfully inside me.  He withdrew them like an experienced auto  mechanic 
checking the 
oil level of an engine, reading the miles and time since the last oil  change 
by the 
color and smell of the lubricant.  A disgusted look crossed his face  as he 
scanned the 
crowd of forty of so truckers of mixed race and body-type; looking for a  few 
allies.  
 
Sarge called Max over and had the massive dog clean my balls and legs of  the 
Aryan cum 
from his brutal kicks.  After a few minutes Sarge smiled, looked out  at the 
crowd and 
intoned, "Madd-dog, Roosevelt, Smithson, Spider, Ranger, Shades and  
Primemeat.  You 
fuckers up to the challenge of cleaning this fuckwadd out for some good  ole, 
red white 
and fuckin blue all 'merican hard Black cock slamming?"  Sarge had  selected 
all strong, 
vicious and brutal Black truckers for my next ordeal.  No surprise  however 
that each 
man nodded that he was up to the challenge as the warehouse was filled with  
the smell 
of sweat, piss, dirt and grime and testosterone in a sea of hard, dripping  
cocks as far 
as my kneeling eyes could see.  I looked over at Mr. Spignotti, who  was 
watching the 
action from the office door, and saw even he had a first-rate tent  sprouting 
from the 
front of his fine silk trousers.
 
Sarge went to the janitor's closet, took an empty two-gallon bleach  
container with the 
bottom cut out that was used by the janitor as a crude funnel.  With a  gleam 
in his eye 
his dick bobbed up and down and his mind went through the  possibilities.  
Without a 
sound he simply reached his calloused black hand down, inserted his  
forefinger 
painfully, twisted itb violently from side to side enjoying my squeels of  
agony.  He 
then viciously crammed the makeshift funnel inside my upturned ass.   Sarge 
drew cheers 
from the Black truckers with the comment, "'bout the only thing I know  that'
ll kill 
fucking honky sperm is good strong Black piss, lots an lots of fuckin good  
strong Black 
piss."  I wicked smile spread accross Sarge's shiny coal-black face as  he 
bellowed,  
"Smithson Spider, get your fuckin cum filled cocks over here and fill this  
honky hole 
with your hot Black piss.  Fill the slut's hole to overflowing, you  
mothafuckin 
sombitch bastards".  Then to me he sneered, "You 'bout ta get your  first 
Black piss 
enema pussyboy, and you aint 'bout to forgit it anytime soon, aint that  
right boys, we 
sure as shit gonna make a god damned impression of this honky hole; even if  
it's more 
of an impression on the inside.  Now fill honky bitch's hole  boys".
 
Smithson and Spider were two large and muscular Black truckers and both  
apparently 
needed to piss like race horses because almost immediately I felt and heard  
hot piss 
streaming into the funnel and inside me.  The torrent of piss went on  for an 
eternity 
as my insides were flooded and my stomach began to distend from the shear  
volume of 
piss inside me.  My face reddened again as I realized I was serving as  a 
very public 
Black trucker toilet as the click, flash and whirl of Polaroids reminded me  
that I'd be 
reliving this newest humiliation for a long time to come.  After a few  
minutes of this 
new shame my mind began to focus on a new crisis, I was being painfully  
flooded, no 
really overflooded with piss and neither trucker showed any signs he was  
even close to 
finishing.  Panic filled my eyes as I looked up at Sarge.  He was  staring 
directly at 
Brundt with intense hatred and anger in his eyes.  I knew better then  to 
move as spasms 
of cramps flowed over my body and Sarge just laughed, sneering "take it all  
pussy, take 
all that Black piss you disgusting fucking honky toilet.  You're  nothing but 
a fucking 
toilet for Black piss, you understand bitch?" the whole time staring  
directly at 
Brundt. 
 
Finally, after what felt like an hour the torrents of hot piss began to  
subside and 
finally to dribble and eventually to stop.  The two-gallon plastic  container 
was still 
full to the brim as I endured an eternity of further abuse as the horny  
truckers 
standing all around me shouted and cajoled me to take "every last fuckin  drop
".  When 
all the Black trucker piss was finally inside my battered hole and my body  
desperately 
fought the urge to expel the huge volume, Sarge turned his attention to me  
with a 
wicked smile saying, "That's one fuckin loaded down pussy boy, one fucking  
overflowing 
honky hole toilet.  But we got to get all those slimy dead Aryan  swimmers 
out of there 
so we can have us some fun".  Twisting my head upwards to look into  his 
stern Black 
face Sarge hissed, "You want that disgusting fuckin Aryan seed out of you,  
honky?  You 
want it out, bitch?"  Desperate, I simply replied, "Yes Sir, Yes  Sergeant 
Carter, I 
want all that Aryan cum out of my hole, Sir.  I want it all out now,  please!"
 
"OK" he said nodding to the open door of the white porcelain trucker's  
toilet across 
the loading dock, "You've earned that right.  Shit I sure don't envy  your 
shitty 
predicament, boy.  Having to take those tiny pink dicks inside you  must have 
been quite 
a humiliating experience.  A real bitch like you needs to be fucked by  real 
men, real 
BLACK MEN" as cheers went up from the Black truckers and the white truckers  
were morose 
and silent.  I started to rise to walk to the toilet to release all  the 
Black trucker's 
piss inside me when Sarge just hauled off and backhanded my face so hard I  
tasted my 
own blood and saw stars as I awoke sprawled across the cement floor.   He 
glowered over 
me and sneered, "On your fuckin knees bitch.  You stay on your fuckin  knees, 
you got 
that?"  "Yes Sir" I stammered as I crawled to the public toilet with  the 
bleach bottle 
funnel still crammed in my upturned ass.  The surrounding truckers got  a 
real kick out 
of that as I desperately crawled around the legs of mean and nasty truckers  
who only 
wanted to prolong my pain, embarrassment and debasement.  "Door open,  
fuckwadd, we all 
want to hear that disgusting Aryan cum shooting from your nice hot little  
hole into 
that cold fuckin porcelain toilet.  That's where all fuckin Aryan cum  
belongs, fuckin 
cold porcelain toilet cause it's nothing but shit if you ask me" Sarge  
sneered at 
Vinton Brundt as the Black truckers applauded and the white truckers  
silently watched.  
 
The white truckers were annoyed sure, but not so angry that every trucker  
dick in the 
warehouse was rock hard.
 
As I crawled back into position in the center of the warehouse Sarge  
announced with 
authority, "I think this hole is clean enough that we can risk a little  
direct contact 
with Black dick.  Shades, get your ass over here and put that hard  black 
meat inside 
this honky hole.  Fill the bastard up directly from the spigot".   Shades was 
a younger 
Black trucker, maybe 19 or so, who got his nickname because he always wore  
sunglasses, 
even at night and even as he was pissing inside an upturned honky  asshole.  
Shades 
slammed his hard cock into my upturned ass with one shove, held it there  
until I felt a 
slow then increasing volume of piss flooding my hole again.  When he  was 
finally 
finished and my insides were flooded again with hot Black piss, I knew  
better this time 
and crawled over to the porcelain toilet without instruction. I crawled  back 
into 
position resigned and dejected as Madd-dog, Prime Meat and finally  Roosevelt 
all took 
turns filling my traumatized hole with their hot Black trucker piss.   By the 
time 
Roosevelt was finished my hole was cleaner than it had ever been, so much  so 
that 
anyone who looked at the results of the final expelled enema would simply  
have assumed 
someone had simply pissed in the toilet and not bothered to flush.  My  hole 
was now 
clean enough for Sarge's plan.  My dick twitched with the question,  what did 
this 
strong Black Sergeant have in mind for me next?
 
Throughout my enema ordeal, Max, the humungous black Dane/Mastiff mix would  
stroll 
along side me, his tail wagging with obvious joy, as I struggled to make it  
to the 
bathroom in time.  His large and distended grey/black shaft hanging  from his 
sheath 
told me and every trucker there that Max was experienced enough to know  what 
was coming 
next.  In my kneeling position, with my knees spread and my ass high  in the 
air Sarge 
led Max to my sore, battered but totally cleaned out butthole.  Sarge  simply 
patted my 
ass cheeks saying only, "Max, up".  
 
I felt the weight of Max before I felt his cock. He was so heavy it  felt at 
first like one of the truckers had landed on me from behind. I knew it  was 
Max immediately because the heavy, muscled body on my back had short  prickly, 
scratching hair that reminded me just how sore I was still from the  bullwhip 
hours earlier.  
 
Max held me tight with his front paws as cheers went up from every trucker  
in the 
warehouse.  With my legs spread like they were and his weight pressing  down 
on me I was 
pinned; it was impossible to move even an inch as I felt the first probing  
of Max's 
lengthening and thickening grey/black cock.  I felt a slick, knob of  some 
kind pressing 
at my hole but this had to be too large and thick to be a dog's cock .   The 
only dog 
cock I had been fucked by until now had been Titus and his was a pink tube  
of dock 
flesh about two inches across.  This new blunt object felt twice as  thick as 
it pressed 
urgently at my hole.  Because of the trucker piss enema my hole had  
tightened 
considerably since Titus and Brundt had plowed me.  Sarge had  gleefully 
decided against 
the use of any lube, content to enjoy the struggle of horny black dog cock  
against 
clean, tight honky bitch hole.  The pressure built as the shaft of dog  cock 
became more 
urgent and pressed with greater ferocity.  You could almost hear the  sound 
of my hole 
being torn open by Max's rigid cock as first three inches then the entire  
black dog 
cock was shoved violently inside me. 

The incredible power  behind this invasion was so great that my breath was 
knocked out 
of me as I struggled to accept this new intrusion.  By the time I  could 
finally breathe 
again Max was slamming that monster dog cock into me with all the force he  
could 
muster.  The click and whirl of Polaroids told me that this was a  great 
photo-op as my 
hole was being blundered by the Dane/Mastiff mix.  "Shit", I heard an  
unidentified 
trucker say, "that fuckin black dog cock must be a fuckin foot long and as  
big around 
as a fuckin beer can. God damned fuckin slut is taking it though, fuckin  
takin that 
monster dog cock dry and loving every fuckin minute of it."  
 
"Shit fellas", someone else blurted out incrdulously, "lookit there, fuckin  
bitch's 
cock is as hard as the rutting stud there and drippin as much fuckin precum  
too" to 
laughter from all those around me.  My own hard and wet dick jumped at  this 
new 
humiliation leaving a wet spot on my abdomen, simply confirming that what  he'
d said was 
absolutely true.  Despite everything I'd been through, all the pain  and 
abuse I'd just 
suffered from Sarge and the trucker enemas my dick was hard as a rock as I  
was being 
bred by a giant black dog surrounded by horny truckers waiting their own  
turn at my 
holes.  My cock had betrayed my true feelings again as snickers and  guffaws 
rained down 
on my battered psyche.  I had become a fuck hole for dog cock again  and 
against my 
wishes my dick loved it.  What had I become since arriving at  Spignotti and 
Sons?
 
But Max was not like Titus when he fucked me; this beast was on a mission,  
as if he 
knew from experience that the only way he'd be able to completely tie with  
me and fill 
my bitch hole with his dog cum was if he tore my hole to shreds  first.  The 
monster 
cock started to slam into me with greater and greater ferocity.  My  yips and 
whines of 
agony only encouraged the monster cock.  Max was pounding my hole  harder and 
with more 
intensity then many of the truckers who had used me so devastatingly to  this 
point.  I 
could actually feel my sphincter muscle being bruised, shredded and torn as  
the dog 
cock plowed into me mercilessly.  
 
With time no human muscle could stand such pummeling as exhaustion seemed  to 
seep inside me and my hole instinctively surrendered to the horrendous  
onslaught.  My screeches of agony only made the sadistic truckers cheer Max  on to 
greater and greater damage.  Finally, the inevitable surrender and  relaxation 
allowed the beast to inflict even more abuse on my battered hole.  
 
Tears filled my eyes as this rape of my hole by this humungous black dog  
with hooting 
and hollering truckers standing around shouting encouragement to the canine  
rapist 
while hurling verbal insults my way.  My world collapsed to two  things, the 
vicious 
thick black slab of dog cock slamming into me and the pain that overwhelmed  
me; 
spreading from my bitch hole outward in waves of agony.  With my legs  
straining under 
Max's weight I was powerless to even shift my weight to lessen my  suffering. 
 My legs 
trembled under the strain as beads of sweat formed on my forehead.   
Unconcerned the 
massive beast kept plowing away at me.  Max and the grimy horny  truckers 
loved it all 
but I could think of nothing but the vicious rape and brawl-like battering  
of my 
blistered bitch hole.
 
I was pulled back to reality as I felt Max's softball-sized knot slamming  
hard at my 
hole trying to pound its way in.  Unlike Titus, who's strategy had  been to 
push hard 
enough and the knot will eventually get in, Max seemed to be of the  
battle-ram school 
of fucking.  Max's cock had unfettered access to every inch of my fuck  
canal, now he 
started to pound the opening of my hole with his thickening knot.  His  
pounding on my 
hole was relentlessly as each smash seemed to echo in my ears and  
reverberate 
throughout my entire body.  Max had no concern for me, only that he  tie with 
his bitch 
so he could fill the pussy with his cum.  The pain would have been  
indescribable even 
if I hadn't been so savagely beating by Mr. Spignotti earlier, it was now  
beyond words. 
 
 I started to scream and cry out at the top of lungs.  The  screeches and 
squeals became 
high pitched whines as that monster Max broke down the last resistance of  
psyche.  As 
all my resistance faltered completely Max finally crammed that monster knot  
inside.  
Once locked that knot swelled further, effectively locking my onto his  long, 
thick 
black dog meat.  
 
Max spun around so we were positioned ass to ass.  I felt his cock  start to 
convulse 
and twist inside me as he silently continued his humping motions against my  
brutalized 
hole.  Drool was running from my lips and my eyes glazed over from the  
trauma.  Every 
trucker watching knew as well as me that Max was creaming my clean and  empty 
fuck hole 
with gallons of thin watery hot black dog cum as the familiar flooding  
feeling 
returned, dog cum this time, not Black trucker piss.  Chants of, "Fill  that 
bitch 
hole", "Breed the bitch, Max" and "Good boy Max, ole boy, good fuckin boy"  
filled the 
air and added to my mortification.  Max seemed to love the attention  and the 
opportunity to breed a bitch hole in front of an appreciative  audience.  We 
stayed 
locked like this for about thirty minutes as Sarge seemed to be intently  
reading Max 
for early signals.  
 
When Sarge was confident that Max's furry dogs balls had been drained by my  
fuck tube, 
but before his knot had even begun to deflate, Sarge started to smack the  
beast of the 
hind quarters shouting, "HHIIIYEEEAHHH, HEYEAHHH." as loud as he  could.  
This had the 
desired effect as Max instinctively tried to pull out of our tightly locked  
hole 
setting off a series of excruciating and instinctive reactions.  Max's  
response made me 
scream as loud as I could which only frightened the beast further causing  
him to tug 
harder and more pain for me.  Sarge kept hitting Max trying to pry the  knot 
from my 
hole before it seemed even remotely possible.  I saw no apparent way  that we 
could 
possibly be pried apart before Max's knot deflated; still Sarge continued  to 
drive Max 
from my hole.  I was a sobbing, pleading mess from the excruciating  pain 
Sarge's newest 
scheme was causing; screaming in agony so loud the truckers were falling  
over 
themselves in perverse pleasure at my predicament.  
 
Finally Sarge motioned for Roosevelt, the sweaty Black trucker with a great  
big 
trucker's beer-belly and a fat slick ass that complimented his extra large  
black cock 
and heavy balls nicely, to "shut the bitch up".  Roosevelt didn't need  to 
be told twice 
as he strode to my head, quickly slid himself on his back with his heavy  
black legs 
high in the air and his grimy and crusted asshole spread out in front of my  
face.  I 
smelled the hole before I saw it, being so intent on what was happening  
behind me.  The 
first stench of Black ass filled my nostrils like smelling salts as my head  
began to 
spin.  Wave after wave of stench filled the air between Roosevelt's  upturned 
trucker 
ass and my gapping mouth.  
 
With his strong black hand wrapped around my head I heard Roosevelt say  
simply, 
"Kiss my ass, bitch.  Fuckin eat my slimy asshole scumbag" as my 
face was thrown with fury into those upturned black mounds of black flesh  
and right 
unto that slime covered trucker asshole.  
 
It was clear that Roosevelt hadn't showered for days, being on a cross  
country run from 
Texas to New Hampshire.  Additionally, his toilet habits could use a  bit of 
improvement 
as my painted red lips were spread wide open into the musky hole.  My  first 
impression 
of Roosevelt's ass hole was how warm and slick it felt.  With my face  buried 
like it 
was I could no longer scream out at the pain being inflicted through Max's  
knot by that 
sadistic Sarge.  
 
Roosevelt slid my face all over his ass shouting, "Yeah baby, eat out 
Daddy's slimy hole for him.  MMMMMMNNN Yeah, that's fucking great  sweetums, 
eat my 
fuckin asshole out!"  This distraction allowed my mind to focus on  something 
other than 
the impossibility being forced on it by Sarge's sadistic game of torture  for 
both Max 
and me.  The cruel bastard loved the power he held over both of us as  the 
terrified 
beast struggled to free himself from my tortured hole.
 
Through the stench of Roosevelt's shitty asshole I heard a trucker, I think  
it may have 
been Freightliner shout, "Fucking bitch doesn't want to let ole Max's cock  
free, does 
it.  Fuckin hole craves slimy black dog cock" to laughter and applause  from 
the 
surrounding truckers.  I was embarrassed anew but my red face was  hidden 
from view as 
it was slathered all around Roosevelt's open ass cheeks.  Tentatively  I 
tried to lick 
at Roosevelt's hole, to try to appease him somewhat so he'd relax his grip  
and let me 
catch my breath.  The lightest touch sent shivers down his spine as he  
called out to 
his trucker buds, "Shit man, you got to feel this.  Fuckin bitch is  going 
crazy for my 
shit-filled asshole.  Fucking cunt is licking my hole like it's a  fuckin 
lollipop.  
That's right baby, been on the road for weeks, need your fuckin tongue  
inside me bitch. 
 Lick my hole clean".  The truckers around us hooted and hollered  at that 
one as 
Roosevelt only slid my face around his ass with greater intensity.
 
Finally, I don't know how long it was since Sarge startled Max but I could  
feel that 
humongous knot begin to pry itself from inside me.  The pain only  became 
greater as my 
hole was torn to shreds from the inside.  The whole process of  removing Max'
s knot 
seemed to take an eternity.  I would have screamed except the sounds  were 
muffled in 
the shaking folds of black flesh on my face.  
 
I felt the knot finally slip out but just as it did I felt it being crammed  
back in.  My mind 
could understand this but I knew instinctively that the monster dog knot  was 
going back 
inside me. But the knot didn't stop once it was lodged inside me.   This time 
the knot kept 
going in; sliding at least six inches and filling my hole even more than  
before.  I was confused, 
how could Max have reinserted himself?  Why would he want to, this  wasn't 
how things were 
supposed to work?  What was going on here?
 
My mind became a swirl of a dream-like reality.  What had Sarge done  to Max 
to make him 
slam that knot back inside my tortured hole?  Still semi-conscious and  
confused about 
what was really happening to me I felt myself being lifted into the air; my  
hands and 
feet left the ground but Max's knot was still inside me and now was at  least 
eight 
inches inside and creeping deeper.  My legs were forced up around my  waist 
as I was 
placed in a suspended sitting position.  
 
I looked around me and saw the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my  
life; all eyes
were on me and the reaction ran the gauntlet from amusement to  sympathy.  
 
It didn't make sense that Max's knot was what was tearing up my pussy hole  
now.  My 
first thought was, 'Where was Sarge?'   I realized he was behind  me and 
that he was the 
one who was suspending me in the air.  My legs were lifted by Madd-dog  and 
Smithson.  
Still something big and blunt was tearing into me and it wasn't Max's  knot. 
 The 
realization hit me that Max's knot had been replaced by Sarge's strong  
black fist.  It 
was Sarge's fist that was spreading my hole so painfully with all the  
truckers gapping 
in amazement at the sight. 
 
My head began to spin as reality merged with dream.  I looked out into  the 
crowd of 
truckers and saw such a mixture of responses it was actually kind of  funny.  
The black 
truckers were in awe of Sarge's feat, that he was fucking honky hole better  
and more 
completely than they could imagine.  The white truckers looked pained,  like 
they were 
imagining the agony I was feeling with a Black man's fist tearing up my  
butthole.  
 
Why is it we can sympathize with the trials and tribulations of someone who  
is the same 
race as ourselves and yet can deminish the troubles of someone of another  
race?
It was like the white truckers were imagining it was themselves suffering  
this fate; 
many of the white faces blanched.  The black faces, conversely, were  
celebrating as if 
their favorite football team had just scored a touchdown.  They were  
slapping each 
other on their backs, laughing, joking, smiling and obviously just feeling  
great about 
themselves.  They seemed more intent on the black arm sliding deeper  into 
me, imaging 
what Sarge must be feeling with honky pussy stretched tight across his  
forearm.  Sarge 
slid his free arm under my legs as if I was a ventriloquist's dummy.  
 
In this position Sarge strolled around the room looking deep into the eyes  
of each and 
every trucker he came across.  To the white truckers he strut up,  stare them 
down with 
his intense hate-filled glare as he pumped his arm into my spread asshole  in 
a sort of 
challenge.  It was as if he was saying to them, 'This could be your  asshole 
next time 
if you don't treat me with the respect I deserve'.  Sarge seemed to  spend 
extra time in 
front of Vinton Brundt as waves of hate flowed through me from one man to  
the other.
 
To the Black truckers Sarge was like a kid showing off a new trick.   He'd 
let his 
fellow Black truckers reach out and run their hands over my painfully  
stretched pussy 
lips, he'd tell them how hot and tight my fuck tube felt around his arm and  
he'd pump 
his arm in and out just so they could watch my legs twist and turn in an  
ineffective 
effort to escape.  This caused lots of laughter from the Black  truckers and 
stares of 
astonishment from their white brethren.  I must have looked like a  puppet on 
a string 
as my head rolled back and to the side, drool running down my face and my  
arms and legs 
flailing aimlessly about.  
 
The whole time I could feel Sarge's black fist inside me and his hard black  
cock pressing 
firmly against my back.  I drifted off into a kind of trance as I  began to 
imagine Sarge's black 
fist was the biggest Black cock in the world and it was fucking me.   My 
humiliation was 
compounded when Madd-dog shouted out "Lookee there fuckers, the bitches  
little pink dick 
was rock hard and drippin precum..." to raucous laughter from everyone,  even 
the freaked out 
white truckers. 
 
Again my cock had betrayed my true feelings to this group of brutal and  
sadistic 
truckers.
 

This is a good place to stop the story for now.  Let me know what  you think . 
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