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.