Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2006 14:38:17 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal Trcker Sex #18

Recap of action from Chapter #17 for context.

"...Involuntarily I started to slide my battered pussy lips around the boot
tip, feeling the leather and rubber grip my opening as I was able to get a
few inches inside.  I purred like a kitten murmuring, "Oh yeah, oh yes Sir.
I love your boot, Sir.  I love the feel of your black Steel boot Sergeant.
Please Sir, please put it in me, please" I urged.  Sarge responded with his
own low guttural voice saying, "Fuck yeah bitch.  You need to be boot
fucked, you need this fuckin black leather boot inside that stretched out
pussy hole.  You want to make your ole Sarge happy don't you baby?  You
need to make your Sarge feel good, right?"  I was hypnotized by that voice,
by my need to give "my Sergeant" pleasure, to make him feel great, king of
the world, no matter what the cost to me.  I gyrated my hips upward trying
to get as much of that humungous black boot inside me to derision and
laughter from the truckers around us.

"You want it bitch, you got it" was all I heard from Sarge..." "

Chapter #18

"But you got to fuckin work for it first scumbag, you got to show your ole
Sergeant just how much you dearly need his big ol black Steel boot bitch.
Show me boy, show me just how much you want it baby", Sarge cooed quietly
to me as if we were the only two people in the warehouse.

Slowly I started to grind my hips up and around Sarge's boot, thrilled by
the sensations of that thick black leather and rubber sheathed appendage
rubbing along and probing doggedly at my fuck chute opening.  I became
mesmerized by Sarge's voice and the feel of his wide thick boot jabbing at
my hole.  At one point I could feel the toe of the boot stretch my hole
apart and slid in far enough that my sensitized pussy lips could actually
feel every stitch in the leather and the first row of rubber traction
ridges of the sole tear into me.  I was in heaven as I slowly started to
grind my hole further and further onto the leather boot.  My hard cock,
clearly visible with my ass so high in the air, started bobbing and jumping
from the traction of the humungous black boot tip sliding into me.
Unexpectedly, as I pushed my hips backwards also I felt Sarge pull his boot
away, teasing and tormenting me in my sincere attempt to demonstrate my
need to feel the wonderful boot of this powerful man inside me.  I heard
Sarge and Mr. Spignotti snicker between themselves.  "Please don't tease
me, Sir.  Please Sarge, I need it, I need your boot bad, Sir.  I need you
to fuck me with your boot, Sarge.  Please don't pull back, Sir.  Let me
have it all, Sarge, let me have your boot please" I begged when I couldn't
take the torment any longer.  This really got the surrounding truckers
going, laughing and cajoling me as I begged Sarge to let me cram his big
black boot into my poor tortured and brutalized hole.  I needed it that
badly.  The rough, dirty sweaty grimy truckers spewed angry insults at me
calling me "Bitch" "Low life fuckin scum" "Pussy" "Slut" and many other
degrading names.  Instead of hurting me or insulting me this abuse simply
confirmed for my tormented mind exactly what I was, what I had become since
accepting the job at the warehouse.  Seeing me splayed out on the floor
like that, hips high, arms flailing outward and my chest pressed tight to
the cold cement floor begging for Sarge's boot the horny truckers thought
it was the funniest thing they'd seen for quite a while.  There was a true
sense of anticipation from the truckers and from me.

"Shit bitch, I can't do that pretty little bitch hole justice with your ass
high like that.  You need to get that hole at boot fuckin level, get that
hole down on the floor bitch so I can god damn fuck you right" Sarge
snarled from behind me.  I couldn't change position or even shift my weight
with my knees spread so wide.  Therefore, using his boot as leverage, Sarge
started to lift my hips up and drop me painfully down on my knees several
times until I finally collapsed in a heap after the fifth try.  Now I was
completely prone on the floor, Mr. Spignotti's fine leather shoe still
crammed between my shoulder blades and Sarge's boot tip still wedged in my
stretched and battered bitch hole.  I felt two sets of strong trucker hands
each grab a leg and spread them very wide so my beaten and pulverized
asshole was now completely open and vulnerable to whatever new sadistic
whim came to the evil mind of Sergeant Carter.  My poor traumatized fuck
hole which had tonight has already endured being whipped by Mr. Spignotti's
bull whip, fucked by two god damned dogs and two sadistic truckers and
simultaneously fisted and fucked by six truckers.  "Make a wish scumbag,
I'm gonna fuckin split you right down the middle bitch.  Fucking tear you
in two" I heard Sarge snarl as laughter erupted from the surrounding
truckers.  I was terrified, defenseless and thrilled all at the same time.

A chant went up from the surrounding truckers, Black and White, of "Fuck
the bitch, Fuck the bitch, Fuck the bitch..." as I felt Sarge's boot press
harder against my fuck hole.  I instinctively tried to fight this new
invasion, it simply felt too big to get past the opening.  Sarge kept the
pressure up, pressing and relenting continually as my hole slowly became
acquainted with his boot.  When he finally got most of the front of his
leather work boot inside me a cheer went up from the crowd.  Sarge took the
opportunity to begin swirling his boot in circles as he pressed into me
with greater and greater urgency.  Sarge was grinding all the dirt and grim
on the soles of his big black Steel Brand boot into my tender traumatized
hole, sending wave after wave of pain, humiliation and pleasure through me.
I was in ecstasy as I felt the boot sliding deeper and deeper inside me.

At this point I could even feel the laces of Sarge's boot.  I could tell
he'd gotten the first three eyelets inside me and knew from my inspection
with my mouth there was seven more sets to go.  I wasn't sure if Sarge
could get all additional seven inside me but I knew the fuckin sadistic
bastard well enough to know that he'd sure as shit give it the ole Army try
and if anyone could do it Sarge could.  Sarge pulled his boot all the way
out with a "SSSLLLWWOOOOP" sound, like a boot being pulled from five inches
of mud. Panic enveloped me with the sound as I begged again, "Please Sir,
put in back inside, keep it there, Sir, please.  Fuck me sir, please fuck
me"; so desperate was I to get anything back inside my hole.  I felt empty
and vacant without something inside of me.  It had truly been hours with a
cock, a fist or something inside me and I needed Sarge to fuck me with his
boot or anything he wanted.  I felt empty, vacant and ravenous with nothing
inside me.

I felt Sarge's boot repositioned again and slam inside this time to the
fifth eyelets with a "SSSSPLUUUNNKK" sound as my breath was knocked out of
me by the brutal assault.  All I could do was moan in pleasure as I felt
Sarge's boot tear into my battered hole, as now half of the thick black
rubber treads tore at my hole and pressed pleasurably on my prostate.  I
instinctively arched my back up so as to get as much of the leather boot
inside.  Sarge chuckled as I tried to keep his boot in me as I heard again
the "SSSLLLOOOOPP" sound of his boot withdrawing followed immediately by
the "SSSSPLUUUNNKK" of a new brutal invasion.  Soon the sounds of Sarge's
boot fuck were echoing off the walls and high ceilings as he steadily
increased the pace and the power behind each boot fuck
stroke. "SSSLLLOOOPPP", "SSSSPLUUUNNKK", "SSSLLLOOOPPP", "SSSSPLUUUNNKK",
"SSSLLLOOOPPP", "SSSSPLUUUNNKK" the sounds of Sarge's vicious boot fuck
reverberated through my body and across the amazed and enthralled faces of
the surrounding desperately horny truckers.  Sarge was using all the
trucker and dog cum previously dumped in my hole as lube for his newest
sadistic assault on my poor, traumatized hole.  I could tell that his boot
was covered with the slimy goo as a rivulet of warm liquid dripped from my
over stretched hole coating my balls and the inside of my thighs.  With
each more powerful boot fuck stroke my hips were forced higher and higher
in the air as I landed on the cold cement floor again and again slamming my
rigid hard cock between my wash board abdomen and the cold cement floor;
the dirt and grim from the floor coating my precum-covered cock.  The
grinding impact painfully tearing into my sensitive cock skin as the grim
and dirt from Sarge's boot also shredded the lining of my fuck hole.

Sarge became like an animal pillaging his prey.  I was nothing but a
pleasure and amusement toy to Sarge and the other horny truckers.  For the
first time I actually felt contented and comfortable in my new role of
warehouse trucker slut.  The cool dank warehouse became silent except for
the grunts of Sarge's exertions, an occasional shouted "Shit" or "Fuck"
from Sarge, me pleading for Sarge to "fuck me harder" and the sounds of his
sloppy boot fuck echoing off the walls.  Not content to just boot fuck my
hole with one foot Sarge began to alternate his fuck stroke from one foot
to the other.  So much so that I became disoriented, not knowing from which
direction the next boot would come at me.  The filthy stubble-faced hard
men around me were entranced by Sarge's complete annihilation of me and the
sight of his slime coated black leather work boots slamming into my pale
white ass and red painted fuck hole.  The boot fuck increased in intensity
growing faster and driving into me with mounting consequence.

Suddenly I felt Sarge slide one of his slimy-coated black leather work
boots under my hips, nestling my rigid cock between the leather and laces
of the boot and my grit and slime covered abdomen.  Slowly he ground his
fucking work boot around, stretching my hole to unimaginable lengths and
pressing my cock tightly against the lower boot.  With Sarge's help my
slick and gritty cock was sliding over and around one of his thick leather
boots while the other boot was fiercely fucking me.  I had never felt such
pleasure in my life, laying on the floor with a strong Black man's boot
crammed in my ass I felt a cacophony of emotions.  I had come quite a
distance since taking the job, who knew how much further into depravity I
would slide.  Right now both Sarge and I were enjoying ourselves which was
obvious to everyone around us.  I concentrated on the feeling of my rigid
cock sliding across the cum-coated boot while Sarge continued his cruel
vicious assault on my bitch hole.

Sarge started to pull his boot all the way free from my hole and slam it
back in at a faster and faster velocity.  After maybe thirty escalating
strokes Sarge's little game had graduated from a relatively simple boot
fuck to all out ferocious sadistic kick fucking.  He'd rip his boot free
and haul off with all his might driving the boot home again.  He was kick
fucking my hole, alternating his boots so I never knew which boot was
coming at me or from which direction.  My legs were stretched so far by the
rough calloused trucker hands there was nothing I could do but passively
accept the attack of Sarge's boots.  Each powerful kick fuck would send
forceful reverberations throughout my entire body, making my teeth rattle
so hard I was afraid I'd bite my own tongue if I wasn't careful.  About
every third kick would miss a direct hit on my traumatized hole, either
hitting my ass before sliding into my hole of at worse scoring a direct
painful hit on my balls.  The impact of the treads of Sarge's boots
reminded me just how much damage Mr. Spignotti's bull whip had caused.
When my balls were hit the pain was so severe I'd see stars as waves of
nausea washed over me.  Even then Sarge never let up, he just kept kicking
away at me calling me all sorts of degrading names as his anger erupted and
spewed contempt down upon me.  My poor battered hole was devastated by his
boots.

"Fuckin Bitch!!! God damned fucking bitch!!! Take it scum!!  Take my nasty
fuckin boot you disgusting low life scum!!!  Bitch! Scum!! Fucking trucker
slut, fuckin whore!!  Take my fuckin boot, pig!! Take it all fucker low
life trucker whore fucker.  Fuckin pig loves it.  You need it, don't you
slut?  Need my fuckin boot inside that fucking bitch hole, god damned slimy
fuckin hole!! Fuck!! Fuck!!  Shit?!!!" Sarge spewed vile and depraved
insults down upon my prone vulnerable body as he viciously punctuated each
insulting syllable with a cruel kick to my brutalized hole.

The sounds of Sarge's kick fuck changed from the "stuck mud" sounds of the
first boot fuck strokes to a combination of a slapping and a punching
sound.  The warehouse echoed with the powerful sounds of overwhelming
leather pounding on slime-coated flesh.  The horny truckers stared in
amazement as Sarge seemed to continue his onslaught interminably, I felt
like there was no end in sight just an eternity of being kick fucked by
this powerful sadistic Black Army Sergeant.

Amazingly my dick stayed hard throughout the entire assault as it was
painfully ground into the dirt and grim of the warehouse floor.  I could
feel my balls filling with cum as they felt like they were about to boil
over.  Suddenly I cried out, "Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir.  Pleeeeaase keep
fucking me Sir.  Keep going, don't stop.  Please, more, Sir.  Keep going,
please" my words coming between Sarge's kicks, only interrupted by a strong
supposedly misplaced kick to my balls by Sarge's Steel boots.  The crowd
loved it, apparently amazed that I would be begging for more after all I'd
been through tonight.  I couldn't help it; I needed Sarge's boot inside me,
preferably as deep and with as much force as he wanted to give me.  Someone
in the crowd shouted out, "That's right bitch fuck the floor you disgusting
slut, fuck the god damned fuckin floor" as laughter and cheers went up from
the crowd.  It was Madd-dog's voice as I felt his strong calloused hand
wrap around my hard throbbing cock as Sarge continued his ferocious kick
fucking.  With my legs spread and held so tightly by the two truckers
behind me and with Mr. Spignotti's shoe still pressing my chest to the
floor there was only so much motion my hips could generate as recoils to
Sarge's powerfully devastating kicks.  My hips and my cock were able to
reciprocate somewhat from the kick fuck, sliding maybe five or six inches
forward with each kick.  Without the restraint from Mr. Spignotti and the
truckers at my feet I'd have been slid across the entire warehouse floor by
this point, probably with my head crammed against the wooden pallets across
the way.

As it was I was kept stationary during the entire assault, any movement
from my hips taken up by my spinal column.  This movement allowed my cock
to slide comfortably inside the fuck tube formed by Madd-dog's hand.  My
head began to spin as I concentrated only on the black leather boot
slamming mercilessly into my fuck hole and the strong trucker hand forming
a fuck tube for my own cock.  I lost all track of time and place as Sarge's
kicking just continued and continued.

Finally, something brought me back to consciousness; Madd-dog suddenly
shouted out, "God damn the sumbag's about to fuckin explode down here.
Fuckin slut loves this shit Sarge, fuckin loves to take those slimy fuckin
work boots, don't cha baby, fuckin love da boots?"  Suddenly I felt five or
six thick ropes of hot cum splashing on my back.  Someone, either Sarge or
Mr. Spignotti had enjoyed the show enough that he felt the urgent need to
release his pent up cum.  And release it he did, all over me.  All the
experiences of my time at the warehouse came flooding back, the dogs, the
fisting, the abuse, every nasty degrading insult came flooding back to my
tormented mind.  All these things converged with the intense hatred I felt
from Sarge's unbridled rage-filled kick fucking.  This was all I needed to
push me over the edge of ecstasy as my balls contracted and spurt after
spurt of my own cum mixed with the grim and dirt of the warehouse floor,
adding additional lubrication as my dick slid into and out of the warm
massaging hand of Madd-dog.  "Fuck yeah" someone shouted, "the fucking slut
nutted from Sarge's boot, fuckin boot slave, god damned fucking trucker
boot slave" as most of the truckers around me seemed too amazed to say
anything.  To this day I still don't know whose cum I felt on my back.  I
was just pleased that I was able to bring pleasure to one of these powerful
men, simply by serving as a fuck hole for a Black man's boot.  Sarge's
kicks continued for a few more strokes until he finally slowed then
stopped.  I lay gasping for air on the floor, all my energy spent just
enduring Sarge's onslaught.  I stayed there; my legs still held firmly by
two sets of strong calloused hands, Madd-dog's hand massaging my softening
cock and Sarge's boot still crammed in my hole.  I was enjoying a short
lived afterglow.  Madd-dog ripped his hand from around my softening cock
and flicked my own cum brusquely onto my back saying simply, "Fuckin slimy
bitch.  You drained the fuckin slut's balls just with your god damned
fuckin boots Sarge" as my own cum joined the puddles of anonymous cum on my
back.


I heard Mr. Spignotti spit out, "Shit that's one fucked over pussy bitch.
One god damned slimy fucked over bitch you got there Sergeant" he said with
pride in his voice.  All eyes were upon him as he said this but I noticed
two dark figures slinking around the shadows of the warehouse.  From my
vantage point on the floor I couldn't get a good look at these men but they
were wearing dark business suits and sun glasses even though it was night.
Both men were dark skinned, had moustaches, maybe 5 feet six inches tall
and were dressed similar to Mr. Spignotti.  They appeared to be Spanish or
South American and both were carrying small leather suitcases.  They
lingered long enough that I felt they were noticed by Mr. Spignotti as they
then silently slinked off in the direction of his office.  Mr. Spignotti
continued, barely missing a beat, "One great job Sergeant, one fucking
great job.  I think everyone will agree with me when I say that in this
little contest between Vinton Brundt and Sergeant Carter that today, in
this contest at least Sergeant Carter is clearly the winner."  He said this
while shifting his gaze between Sarge and Brundt.  "I've got to say,
fucker, that's one nasty fucked over pussy boy, Sergeant.  One completely
fucked over trucker slut.  You and your men are to completely commended" he
said with macho pride in his voice shaking Sarge's hand vigorously and
wrapping his free arm around his shoulders, clearly a male bonding moment.

Mr. Spignotti continued as he walked over to Vinton Brundt, shook his hand
also saying, "As consolation prize I'm inviting Mr. Brundt to join my in my
office for a good cigar.  We'll shoot the shit and rack our brains to come
up with a new game for Friday for our new warehouse slut that he has a
chance to win."  Murmurs rippled through the truckers.  "We'll give our
bitch time to recover tomorrow.  No bitch time tomorrow boys; just a
private calisthenics session between Sarge and the bitch; a fuckin
rebuilding day.  Friday we'll have a new fuckin game planned with Brundt
and Sarge as team captains again if that's acceptable to both of you".
Both men nodded as murmurs and chuckles rippled through the audience again.
"Besides, there are some visitors I'd like Vinton to meet."  Then turning
back to Sarge he announced, "Again great job Sergeant Carter!  You've made
the god damned fuckin Army proud tonight, dog damned proud.  Sergeant,
you've got the floor" as he and Vinton Brundt strutted off to his office.

My mind raced, who were these two strange visitors?  Why were Mr. Spignotti
and Vinton Brundt meeting them?  What was in the suitcases?  Did this have
something to do with the "special deliveries" I'd overheard under the table
during my interview with the executive board?  These questions couldn't
last long in my mind as I heard Sergeant Carter announce, "Gentlemen, it's
fuckin oh five hundred, third shift doesn't end till oh seven hundred.  I
sure as shit know you slimy bastards have been fuckin waiting patiently and
I sure as shit know you all know how to treat a fuckin trucker warehouse
slut.  Therefore, I'm pleased to announce" he paused for impact, "open
fuckin bitch time for the next two hours.  Play nice ya hear".  As cheers
went up I immediately felt hands grabbing every part of my body, pulling me
this way and that as my mouth was crammed full of smelly slimy trucker cock
and firm fingers probed my traumatized fuck hole.  The next two hours were
a blur as I was fucked in every position imaginable, on my back, on my
knees, by one cock, by two cocks, a cock and a fist, two fists.  The racial
tension earlier was ablated as black and white cock merged in one common
objective, to empty every set of horny trucker balls in the place.  I was a
s likely to take two blacks inside me as two whites or a black and a white
cock side by side.  I was forced to eat out black and white grimy sweaty
trucker asses, swallow more than a few trucker farts just for amusement and
was subjected to every imaginable form of abuse, humiliation and
degradation.

By the end of the shift I was a complete wreck a babbling incoherent fool.
So complete was my degradation that I had to be dragged back to my shed but
not before one last humiliating trip through the front offices while
dangling like a puppet on the end of Madd-dogs humungous thick rigid Black
cock.  My reputation was already sealed among the truckers; this cemented
it for the office staff as well.  I was the official warehouse slut.

This seems like a good place to end this chapter.

I'll pick up with what happened to me on Thursday, my forth day on the job
at Spignotti and Sons.  I welcome your advice and comments.  I'm also
curious about who the readers think may have been the source of the cum on
my back during Sarge's kick fuck.  To this day I'm still not sure myself.
Any thoughts about how many of Sarge's misplaced kicks were intentional?
I'm also curious who the readers think those mysterious South Americans
could be and what their role was in Mr. Spignotti's decision to add a third
shift to the warehouse; surprisingly one without any conventional warehouse
help, folk lift drivers, packers or loaders only a single warehouse trucker
slut and as many truckers as the parking lot outside could hold.

Write me at danhol900@aol.com I enjoy hearing from you.  I'm working on the
next chapter now.