Brutal Trucker Sex #26
Recap of Chapter 25 for context:
"Well baby cakes, what you say?" You ready to please your teacher? `cause I'm sure as shit ready to be pleased" as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper descending and felt him reposition himself at my hips.
I became hysterical as I realized exactly what the sadistic bastard had in mind as my frantic desparate thrusts and screams were met with derisive laughter from Sarge and howls of glee from outside the office. Sarge quickly removed his finger as I felt the hard blunt tip of his huge rigid cock head press firmly against my fuck hole, effectively holding my poor traumatized 18 year-old peach fuzz-covered honky balls hostage. A smile spread across his face as all he said was, "Make a fuckin wish baby, we're celebrating fuckin Thanksgiving early this year. Gonna split you down the fuckin middle bitch" as he crammed his hard black cock head through my pussy opening squeezing my tender balls tightly against the violently convulsing canal walls. My screech of agony echoed in my ears like a disembodied voice as I balanced on the edge between agonizing consciousness and divine blissful sleep. My body reacted violently as once again I bucked and heaved deeper and more fervently onto Sarge's humungous shiny black cock. I wanted to die but Sarge wouldn't let me slip into unconsciousness as several smart slaps to my cheeks brought me back to my cruel reality. "Fuck that feels great, scum bag. Ride my fuckin cock. Ride my cock and squeeze your fuckin nuts around my Black Pussy Pounder, baby..."
Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 26
"You know bitch, I only got my fuckin head in and yo's belly aching like a fuckin prim Donna. A god damned fuckin honky prim Dona!" he spat out derisively. "You too good for my dick, that what you trying to say? Well get ready for yo fuckin close up baby cakes, yo gonna hit higher fuckin notes n yo never hit afore I'm done with you tonight! Now smile for the camera slut, yo bout ta git your 15 naw make that a fuckin hour of fame baby. Fuckin gonna make you a god damned fuckin movie star, bitch. Fuckin talk of the truck stop" As derisive and demeaning laughter poured from Sarge, he motioned his hands and timid little Jimmy quietly crept into the office with a 9mm camera rolling; documenting my latest humiliation and torment. This new development of documentation of my abuse by the Spignotti truckers had all the earmarks of Mr. Spignotti; another money maker to use this particularly violent, painful and humiliating episode to sell copies to black market porn outlets from every hard scrapple 2 bit backwater town to large interstate truck stops across the country.
Isn't that the basis of every failed business start-up attempt; the incorrect assumption that the whole world enjoys what you enjoy? The world is crowded with small thinkers who cannot get beyond their own petty pleasures and vices. Mr. Spignotti suddenly seemed like simply part of a herd.
Still I could feel the walls of my pussy instinctively trying to force this new powerful Black invader from inside me without regard to the excruciating effect these spasms were having on my sensitive testicles. Sarge saw my body's reaction, saw the pain and powerlessness in my eyes and seemed to relish anew the complete power he held over me. "Get closer to the bitch's face, honky" Sarge brusquely told Jimmy, "I want every fuckin bastard who sees this film to enjoy his fuckin pain as much as me. God damn that's beautiful, god damned fuckin BBBBEEEEE-UUUUU-ti-FFFUUULLL" Sarge purred contented. He was in no hurry to finish his horrible devastating assault on my ass. Sarge was truly in the driver's seat and enjoyin the view.
For the first time in my life I started to get mad, to finally believe that I did not deserve what Sarge was doing to me. That I had value and purpose and that he was taking that away from me. But Sarge could see nothing of my slow transformation, to him I was just a despicable honky fuck hole, a tight hot tube of flesh to make his dick feel good so he could pump his hot slimy Black Army seed deep inside. I was nothing but a piece of meat to him...
But I was more than that. I realized that all my life I'd let everyone walk all over me. I'd let friends bully me and get me to do things for them. I'd act "good" for teachers and authority figures despite what my true feeling, wants and desires were. I acted the part of a good dutiful son, pupil and child.
I saw a gleam of pleasure in Sarge's eyes as I felt the indescribable searing pain of his huge black Pussy Pounder tearing deeper and deeper inside me. No lube, nothing to cut the agony, just hot terrible pain as my fuck hole was torn apart and my balls were crushed by his humungous hard column of meat and my own fuck canal walls' valiant attempts to keep the invader out. I could see now how my fuck muscles made Sarge's cock feel through all those painful and brutal fucks; to finally understand all the pleasure these muscle massages would give a hard cock. But these muscles were giving me nothing but suffering and agony. Things were suddenly black and white as the contrast was never clearer in my mind. Sarge's pleasure meant pain for me, no questions, no negotiations, just cold hard facts. A new reality set in where I was again powerless to change anything as Sarge's cock was about half way deep inside me and I was a writhing struggling mass of sweat and a pathetic despicable babbling lump of a human garbage. I heard Sarge say as if from a deep tunnel, "Get a close up of honky's face as I tear the fucker a new asshole. Let the boys see what a real man can do to a willing bitch" as both Sarge and even the ineffectual little Jimmy laughed cruelly at my predicament. The truckers behind the glass were making lots of noise themselves, clearly enjoying the show.
It suddenly was clear to me that my timid actions and submissive behavior throughout my entire life started as a young child. I realized that my all powerful and sadistic father would constantly and cruelly verbally insult me (in public), physically beat me (in our home in the presence of my equally powerless and ineffective mother and siblings) and sexually (at his evil whim in my own bedroom when my mother was home and his room when she wasn't). But Dad didn't stop there, oh no. Dad made sure I knew that I was not his first choice to abuse; that he preferred anyone else, my mother, my sister even my little brother over me. He'd cruelly let me know that I was barely worth his time to abuse and degrade while sadistically hurting me physically and mentally. Dad's abuse was made all the worse by the double insult of hating me so much that even the negative attention of abuse was not given to me. Dad was a nasty mean fucker! I saw then that I was not to blame, that my father was the one with the problems, not me.
I was snapped back to my horrible reality as Sarge hauled off and bitch slapped me out of my trance. He was having too much fun to let me off easy. Besides he was telling me to beg for his cock. To beg for the honor of this new degradation and humiliation, all captured on film for the prurient pleasure of uncounted future audiences. My shame was overwhelming until Sarge cruelly informed me that out little agreement dictated that I comply with his every command if I was to win our wager. With gritted teeth I half heartedly murmured, "Please fuck me Sir". But this was not enough as an angry Sarge snapped his hips viciously downward again and again, pulling his monster cock all the way free than slamming it all the way back in sending wave after wave of agony cursing through my body. I was instantly a babbling mess, begging and pleading for him to stop but this was not what he wanted and let me know this by continuing the merciless pounding. Finally, he grabbed my hair (all caught on film by Jimmy) and shook my head firmly while staring directly into my eyes. "I said do you want me to fuck you now bitch?!?" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Tell me how much you want my hard black cock, slut!! Tell me and all our viewers just how much you need my dick, honky! Say it or pay the consequences. Say it!!!"
As tears welled in my eyes I felt powerless to deny this powerful man what he demanded. I felt weak, ineffectual and inferior but I also felt the beginning of anger. Just a spark for now but the very first sparks of true, passionate anger. I looked Sarge directly in the eyes and sneered, "Fuck you fuck wadd. Fuck you and every other hairy-assed trucker here. Fuck you all." Sarge smiled, pleased to now be given "carte blanche" to do with me as he wanted and twisted the camera to his own face as he conspiratorially sneered, "Fuckmen, you just can't please some bitches. Got to teach this one some fuckin manners" as his relentless pounding started all over again as the terrible agony returned.
I realized that Sarge, Mr. Spignotti, George, Madd-dog, Blackmore and every other trucker in the place should not have done what they'd done to me. I was better than that; I did not deserve this. They were absolutely wrong to do what they did to me without my consent. My realization turned my timidity to anger. I felt anger at Sarge like a white hot flame in my heart and saw him for what he really was, a useless ineffective cog in the US Army machine. After all he was still only a Sergeant even with twenty years of service. He might tell himself that he was enjoying his job, turning his barely contained anger on the poor white recruits placed in his care but he was only a bully, no better than every teacher or friend I'd ever had; or even my father.
After what felt like an eternity and with sweat dripping from Sarge for his exertion it was suddenly clear that I was able to withstand what Sarge had planned for me. My new resolve and seething anger made me strong. It looked like I could take what he dished out and this new triumph felt great. Angrily Sarge ripped his cock free, grabbed a roll of duct tape from the desk and tore off a piece placing it over my impacted balls as he stood up to ponder the situation. With the camera still rolling Sarge gracefully turned and squatted over my face pressing my lips and pathetic excuse for a moustache against his sweaty fetid ass lips. He pressed down really hard, so hard my lips were forced slightly opened despite my attempts to resist. I heard Sarge bellow, as much for me as I camera, "Oh yeah baby, lick that fuckin Black hole. Lick my pretty Black ass you useless, worthless cracker honky bitch. You aint good for nothing but fuckin and lickin ass, you know that bitch. Fuckin useless fuckin whore" as he started writhing back and forth over my open mouth.
I knew Sarge was enjoying himself; that his dick always got hard with "honky lip to dick service" and that with luck I might get him to drain his balls and hopefully put an end to all this. I might even earn my freedom so I licked and sucked at that disgusting hole for all it was worth. Sarge just kept writhing back and forth like a bad porn actor moaning and thrashing about for the camera.
Fuckin cracker slut like you is not worth my fuckin spit, you know that boy? You understand me? You're a worthless piece of shit worthy only of my fuckin shit. You're a fuckin toilet face, a god-damned fuckin toilet face honky slut. Well here you go asswipe. Here's a fuckin present for you", as I suddenly felt his ass lips part and my mouth was immediately full to overflowing with a hot, rancid matter. Immediately I fought to expel it but Sarge was to quick and in an instant was holding my head in a tight head lock, forcing me to stare directly into the camera in my most humiliating moment of my life, all caught on tape.
"Fuckin yeah you look great, fucker. A fuckin cover girl shot if ever I saw one. What do you say we make this the poster for your movie babycakes? You think the fuckin sadists across the fuckin US of A will buy your movie with a fuckin cover shot like that, cracker?" as laughter erupted from Sarge and Jimmy simultaneously.
"That's right baby, look right into the camera, and let the camera see how you feel right now. Right now deep inside, show us all how you're feeling. You right where you want to be, aintcha babycakes? Fuckin right where you want to be!" I knew exactly how I felt then as I struggled to spit it out as Sarge placed his hand over my mouth and coldly commanded, "Swallow it fucker! Swallow it all right here and now. Show me respect bitch face, show me and everyone how superior I am to you a worthless piece of shit! Show the crowd what a cracker bitch can do for his Black superior. Put on a fuckin show fer us."
I couldn't do it, I wouldn't do it. A stern severe anger filled Sarge's eyes as uncontainable anger spread outward to cover his coal black face. He flew into a rage, ripped the duct tape from my butt hole and quickly covered my overfilled mouth. I instinctively gagged but managed not to vomit knowing I'd choke to death with the tape there. Sarge began to negotiate with me which was a tactical mistake. You only negotiate with an equal and his attempts to make me do his bidding only hardened my resolve. Coldly Sarge informed me that if I didn't comply I'd loose the bet but I stood firm as torrents of hate-filled insults rained inconsequently down on me. Sarge taunted me, saying the boys of company A will do all this and a hell of a lot more. That I'd be getting off easy. But I had become immune to Sarge's cajoling and threats. I would decide my own fate and what I would do and not do from now on!
I felt nothing but anger at Sarge. He was nothing; a pawn. Sarge had muscles and a lethal animalistic rage but little else. The real mover was Mr. Spignotti. I felt anger at Mr. Spignotti too for what he did to me, for what he allowed others to do to me for the fact that he was using my and my powerless position to get money and to increase his standing among the employees. I saw him as an evil sadistic drain on society, nothing but a money grubbing leach, a parasite who boosted his own self importance and self esteem with fine expensive tailored suits and fancy meals among powerful friends. His power was only attained on the hard-working blue-collar backs of others. He was nothing and did nothing of significance on his own.
The tide was turning; suddenly I wasn't afraid of Sarge or anyone else. I'd suddenly found my backbone. Things were about to be different; at least in my mind.
End of Chapter 26. This is the second to last chapter. It's lasted a hell of a lot longer than I expected. Writing down my experiences been cathartic; as I've been able to get these experiences of my chest and out in the open. I thank you, the gentle readers, for allowing me to release. Let me know if you're enjoying the story. I'm sorry it's got to end. Danhol900@aol.com