Truck Driver?s Bitch

Warning about violence, sex, death, mutilation etc.
Short AND nasty.

Clyde cracked the door on the sixteen wheeler and switched on the cab light illuminating the large cabin area of his rig. He smiled across the darkened back area of the truck-stop at the other monster truck that had pulled up beside him. ?Goblin Man? swung open the door of his own truck and spat a stream of chewing tobacco out into the night.
?Your bitch looks ready,? he grinned, ? ready to get her clit fed to her.?
Sitting between the big old mans legs was a wiry, buck naked Latino girl, her raven hair loose and flowing, her body tanned sweaty oily body shinning in the harsh light of the cab flood, criss-crossed with scars, smiling while she busily sucked his cock. Her coal dark eyes were locked onto the watery blue peepers of the pale skinned dirty blond white girl sitting spread legged fingering herself on the seat next to Clyde.
?The old shipping container by the Road House is free,? Clyde rubbed his chin and took a good look at the bitch Goblin was now directing to suck his balls. She had a good rep, she had lasted three years, a long time for a pit bitch, but ?Rain Man? had said his little Russian girl had nearly had her meat only a month ago, before she broke her neck.

Two hours latter Clyde pulled up his rig, killed the lights, and then led Dirty through the fields to the cube. The inside of the old metal container was lined with wood, stained through the years with blood, jizz, sick and excrement. Goblin?s girl was crouched at the far end of the enclosed space, snarling across at Dirty, and the big man held her leash tightly keeping her down as she tried to rush across at Clyde and has bitch as they entered the over heated container, in the dim light of four emergency lanterns hanging from hooks in the roof. Latino was already shimmering in the heat, naked waiting to unleash her fury, and within seconds the blonde teen had dropped and stepped out of her frayed high cut jean shorts, ripped off the bikini tie-up bra that was barely covering her small breasts, leaving her youthful nakedness sweating in the shadows. The blonde started to swear and taunt across the room at he other little bitch and Latino gave as good as she got in Spanish and heavily accented English. Clyde struggled for a second with the leash clip on Dirty?s collar, and then slipping her off her restraint let her rush across the floor on her sneakers at the other now free young cat who Goblin had set free.

In the dim light the two young fighters met in a whirling screaming howling ball of fury in the centre of the confined space. They had smashed bodily into each other in a test of hate crushing their small perky tits together as the pulled and yanked at each other shoulder length hair while swinging in fists and slaps to face and body, trying to hammer home hard knees into each other crotches or kick their tatty and holed trainered feet into each others sweaty glistening hairless cracks. Clyde had seen a few pictures of Latino, Goblins prize bitch, and she did not disappoint with her speed and aggression, but he had been right to accept the other tuckers taunting challenge when they had come within CB range last night. The small dark tanned girls body still showed bruises and cuts from her last fight, while he had rested up Dirty for three months waiting his chance, knowing he would be driving along Rout 66 soon.

The girls were now screaming with anger and pain as strands of blonde/brown hair and raven locks ripped from the bloody scalps of the teens started to litter the floor and blood dripped fro Dirty?s nose and Latino?s busted lip. The were whirling around now perceptibly slowing as their left hands held tightly onto their enemies head, so stopping escape, while the small hard knuckle of their right fist?s ploughed lower on their naked bodies. To whimpers they exchanged teat crushing blows, causing streams of tears to cascade down their cheeks, as the small red buds were brutalised and driven hard against their ribs leaving the developing chest of the girls traumatized and swelling, blue and purple with contusions. Then Dirty managed to muscle the other little vixen up against the side of the cube and with a yell of triumph smashed the dark girls head into the wall, stunning her. Clyde shouted out a scream of encouragement as his fighter, her hair now free, leaned away from the other girl and suddenly wind-milled her arms into the body and face of the other girl, spitting and yelling into the now clearly suffering other pit-bitches face. Latino looked tired, and Clyde guessed some of her cracked ribs from her victory over the Russian had not healed up and those little balled fists of Dirty were smashing her insides up. She may have been two years older, a few inches taller, and a few pounds heavier than his bitch, but the Latino was going to be the one under the shovel tonight.