Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2006 13:28:15 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal Trucker Sex #15

Brutal Trucker Sex #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.  Furthermore,
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 lettering,
"a reminder" he coldly informed me.  Furthermore 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.

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 silk
tailored 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 larger 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, Sir".

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.  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 cock.  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 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 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.  So that I will not offend
any gentle readers I will post the next chapter to the Nifty
Cafe/Beastiality/Titus Too #3.  When I'm done with this portion I will pick
up the thread here in the authoritarian section so stay tuned.  Sorry for
any inconvenience these shifts cause.  Let me know if you're enjoying the
story.

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