While Linda still shivered, the blonde, muscular trucker turned her around like a puppet. He laughed quietly, then ripped the dress he'd just given her off with a single, powerful jerking movement.
'Ohhh!' Linda cried out in shock as the cold desert wind slashed between her warm thighs. She shuddered, hiking her arms to her tits to protect her nipples. She closed her thighs as best she could. The cold morning desert air whipped through her pussy hair, making the sensitive flesh pucker up into goose flesh under those pubic curls.
'Put on a little morning show for the boys,' Bill said, grabbing her by the shoulders and pitching her forward. Linda stumbled, arms flailing in front of her as she tried to regain her balance. 'Come on, bitch. Show them all what, a fine lady you an,' the trucker taunted.
Linda stood dumbfounded and naked in front of the gaping men. Shame covered her as she turned and saw Bill walking up to her.
'I said move!' he shouted, raising his hand as if to strike her.
Linda raised her arm over her face for protection, but instead of hitting her, Bill grabbed the arm and flung her forward again. 'Move!' he ordered again, sending her stumbling toward the line of chuckling truckers.
Linda staggered forward several steps then got her balance and stopped. She felt confused and shamed in front of this line of sneering truckers.
Finally one of them reached out. She backed up quickly, avoiding his grasp by that quick move. More hands reached out. The men were awake now and taunting her, laughing and calling out obscenities as she clutched her tits protectively and shrank back toward where Bill was still standing.
When she almost got back to him, Bill shouted and raised his hand again. Linda dodged to the right, then ran back toward the men. Her jugs bobbed teasingly. Her ass-cheeks and belly jiggled as she ran around the yard like a confused, hunted, frightened animal. Goose flesh broke out on every part of her chilled body as the shouting and laughing grew to a deafening roar.
As she got closer to the uneven line of truckers, she felt hard sharp blows across her butt-cheeks. They were slapping her, pinching her tender flesh as she stumbled helplessly in front of them. Some of the men threw clumps of dry earth at her.
Linda spun around, sobbing and choking with horror as she looked helplessly about her. Her long, blonde silky hair flew out in every direction as the howling wind passed her. She didn't know which way to go. Every direction she ran in promised nothing but pain and humiliation.
Then Linda looked at the long line of truckers and realized that they were exposing themselves to her.
They were unzipping their dirty Levi's, pulling their cocks out and rubbing them to stiffness.
'Oh!' she cried, spinning around and running back toward Bill. She heard steps behind her. It was a tsll, dark-haired trucker with a thick, stubby dick poking out from between the gold teeth of his zipper. As Linda shrieked with pain, he caught her hair and pulled her back. He rasped out some obscenity as Linda stumbled to her knees, sobbing and pleading for him to let her go.
'Fuck I will!' he grunted, pushing her down on her belly, then rolling Linda over on her back. Dust and sand covered her twisting body as the trucker crawled on top of her and rammed two fingers of his right hand into her twat.
'Ahhh!' Linda yelped, feeling her cunt muscles clamp down hard on the invading digits. She ground her snatch-lips hungrily against his hand and jerked up, spearing herself on his fingers. While the ruggedly handsome trucker sneered lewdly at her, Linda threw herself against him gladly.
'Shit! This bitch loves it!' the trucker said in a loud voice as he clawed the blonde's cunt savagely with his calloused fingers. He probed her slit violently, exciting Linda so much by his brutality that she pissed involuntarily on his hand.
'You fuckin' slut!' the trucker cursed, jerking his hand out of her snatch and pushing it up to her mouth. He was going to make her drink her own piss!
Linda groaned and turned her head away, refusing to take those fingers between her teeth. He cursed again, squeezing her ass tightly while he moved around and thrust his right knee hard into her belly.
The blonde groaned, opening her mouth to gasp in the air that had been knocked out of her.
'Suck it!' the trucker said savagely, jamming his piss-coated fingers deep into her mouth. Linda choked on the taste and smell while the trucker and his cronies laughed at the lewd spectacle.
Bill came up to them and signaled the trucker to back off.
'The more you give this slut, the more she begs for it,' Bill sneered, raising his boot and placing the heel on Linda's shoulder. She lay there quietly, trembling and wondering what would happen next. The blonde had heard of people so tortured and shamed that they welcomed death when it finally came. Slowly, she began to realize that this might be the case with her. This constant barrage of pain and degradation was eroding her self-respect and sense of hope.
'On your belly, bitch,' Bill said in a low voice, putting pressure on her shoulder and forcing her to roll over on the dirt. At the same time he reached down and unbuckled his belt, yanking it out of the loops of his Levi's. He held that long, thick black military belt doubled in his fist. Before Linda realized what was happening, he slapped her ass with it, making her butt tingle with pain and pleasure. He struck her again, the thwacking sound filling the otherwise silent desert air.
'Ohhh!' Linda finally cried out, throwing her head back. With each following stroke she became weaker, wriggling on the dirt with less intensity.
'Fuckin' animal!' Bill hissed out at her, raising his hand and bringing the belt whistling through the air one more time.
'Ohhhhh!' the blonde cried out, clawing the hard desert dirt with her fingers and hot tears sprang to her eyes. She could taste the loose soil in her mouth as she tried to crawl away from the stinging pain of Bill's belt. Then another whistling sound filled the air, followed quickly by another hot, stinging sensation on her back. The belt sliced into her goose-fleshed skin mercilessly as Bill seemed to be increasing his whipping rather than growing tired of it.
'P-Please! AIYEE!' Linda howled as she felt the cold leather bite into the back of her neck. Large, curving welts raised all over her body as he flailed at her with increasing intensity.
Finally one of the truckers told Bill to relax.
'You're right. That bitch'll make any guy sweat his balls off to satisfy her,' he gasped, dropping his belt and wiping the sweat off his forehead. Linda groaned and slowly rolled over on her back and looked at Bill. He was right. They were two of a kind. The realization finally flashed across her mind like a burst of divine inspiration. She enjoyed pain and humiliation just as much as he enjoyed giving it to her. He sensed that earlier. It had taken Linda all this time to realize it.
'She still needs a little taming,' Bill said, fixing his burning eyes on her. Linda felt them boring into her soul, reading her innermost thoughts. She could tell that he knew her inside out now. Whatever these other men might think, Bill knew what he wanted and would give it to her in spades. 'Bring out that old bull whip.'
Linda's eyes widened when she heard those words. A bull whip? He had to be joking! Was he going to whip her to death in front of all these truckers? Was that how they got their jollies in between smuggling loads of heroin for high school junkies?
One of the truckers ducked into the jailhouse, coming out in a few minutes with an old, time-worn whip. Bill reached out and caught it as it was thrown to him.
Linda looked up at the man and started scooting away from him. She felt the dirt and sand spilling into her twat as her ass-cheeks scraped along the ground. Bill walked forward slowly, his boots crushing the loose dirt down as Linda kept on scooting backward. He kept snapping the whip, letting the knotted end strike his Levi's. It sounded to Linda like a gunshot.
'Ohhh, God!' the blonde moaned again and she looked desperately around her. There was no place to run. They'd catch her wherever she fled. 'Oh please, don't! No!' Linda pleaded.
'Come on, baby,' Bill sneered as he took longer steps toward her. Her terror stricken eyes focused on that whip as it snapped against the big trucker's Levi's. The cold bit into her nipples and palms as the wind blasted into her pussy. Finally terror completely overtook her. Linda rolled over and got up on all fours, crawling out of reach of the whip. Her tits hung down low, the nipples brushing the desert floor. She tried to regain her balance. But the loose dirt seemed to pitch her forward. She tried to crawl faster, then slipped and fell into the dirt. She got back up and started crawling away on all fours again.
