At this point, she was numb to all the cheers and adulations from the cheering crowd. She could only think of the searing pain that shot through her nipples deep into her chest as she feared for her life. She kept thinking to herself, "one stumble I'll be dragged down the street my tits!!" "OH!! F..U..C..K ... M Y .. T. . indian . . I. . ..T.. S !!! Pinkie shrilled as she watched her big breasts stretching off her chest, the flesh and muscle tearing as the elastic boobs turned to dark crimson tit balls and pulling the tit flesh further than imaginable as the cords harnessed an incredible strain on her nipples and tore the holes even wider open as the Indian Porn spectators looked on in shock and amazement. "JESUS CHRIST!!!" shouted the biker who let go of Pinkie's arm as the big bike dragged her from their clutches, surging forward in first gear as Tallesman putted forward along the old Boulevard in front of the Tattoo Mania Convention. With arms still pinned behind her back, Pinkie trotted double time behind the motorcycle as her breasts were yanked and stretched to their limit, her nipples distended several inches beyond anything she'd ever experienced. "ALL RIGHT, GO PINKIE!!!" the bikers cheered her on as she felt the pain and pressure expanding in her breasts and chest as she ran fasting behind the Harley in her ridiculous high-heels. At this point, she was numb to the fact that she was ruining her once beautiful breasts. She could only think of the searing pain that shot through her nipples deep into her chest as she feared for Indian Sex her life. One stumble and she'd be dragged down the street by her tits, she kept thinking to herself. "TALLESMAN IS A BRUTAL FUCKIN' ASSHOLE," she kept thinking to herself. "HE'S MEAN AND MERCILESS," she thought. "HE'LL DO ANYTHING TO ME, JUST TO ENTERTAIN ALL THESE HEATHENS," she considered, her cunt starting to get a little wet as she trotted behind his bike. Finally, he came to a stop and the crowd went wild with adulation for Pinkie and her daring dash behind the bike with her tits distended beyond any natural limit. "OH MY GOD, ITS OVER," she sighed relief, as the excitement of the crowd and the thrill of danger overwhelmed her and she asked to sit down and let the blood rush back through her poor breasts, now almost black from the torturous ordeal. "LET';S GET YOU INSIDE THE TATTOO SHOW, WHERE THE REAL ACTION IS, SLAVE!!" shouted Tallesman as Pinkie staggered about among the cheering bikers. Chapter 26 - TATOO MANIA Inside the Paladium, the Tattoo Mania Convention Pussy Fucking was a zoo with artists buzzing away in booth after booth. Over 300 artists and 2,000 customers all under one roof celebrating the primitive art of body adornment. There were guys and girls at every booth getting inked, pierced and branded in every place imaginable. A full body tattoo contest was being held on the center stage while two men hung by their chests, pierced with large metal hanging rings. The place was pulsating with outrageous erotic behavior and Pinkie was heaving with lust and excitement as Tallesman pushed her through the crowd like a human shield - using her big tattooed titties as bumpers as he deliberately shoved her forth into strangers, holding her firmly by her Pony Slut harness from behind her arms being cuffed tightly behind her back. "FUCK MY TITTIES!" she laughed obnoxiously as men slapped and grabbed at her vulnerable soft-swinging boobs, pulling on her nipple rings as Pinkie proudly thrust out her battered boobs, recklessly sloshing them about as Tallesman pushed her into the lawless crowd of heathens and perverts. 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