FUCK 'EM! FUCK ëEM! FUCK 'EM!" she hollered out as her tattooed tit-bags swing and flop couple about wildly as the crowd thickened to see the pixie-faced punker mutilate her huge hangers for their perverted entertainment. "PULL MY NIPPLES", she hissed as she offered her heaving breasts to their strange hands and fingers reaching out gouging and pinching her huge distended breasts outdoor as Tallesman controlled her like a puppet holding firmly to her Pony slut harness. "WHO WANTS TO SEE OUR LITTLE PAIN SLUT GET HER BIG sex TITTIES PIERCED WITH THESE LOCK RINGS?", shouted Zin as he held up a chain of three-quarter inch piercing rings. "PIERCE HER TITS!!!" shouted one of the skinheads. "YEA, LOTS OF TITTIE RINGS FOR THIS LITTLE CUNT!" shouted another. "AND HOW ABOUT YOU, SLAVE?" Zin indian asked . "THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT?" he dared her, looking her right in the eye. "WHAT THE FUCK, GO Ahead!" she sassed. collage "MAKE MY DAY!" "CUT HER DOWN AND LET'S TAKE HER TO GIZZARD'S TATTOO BOTH". Zin ordered. Tallesman just stood dumbfounded, not sure what Zin really had in mind. But curious that Pinkie was so willing to go along with it. Zin used some wet tissues to wipe up the small droplets of blood as he removed the surgical needles from Pinkieís breasts. They removed the heavy weights from her nipple rings and labia and touched up her make-up before escorting her to the main floor where Gizzard had his tattoo stall all set up. With a leash attached to her clit ring and two more attached to her nipple rings, Pinkie was escorted through the thick crowd by Zin, Tallesman and a dozen skinheads. She loved playing the buxom slave as they tugged her along. She was still stoned on crack and was to eager to take on any pain or punishment they wanted to dish out with their extreme torment games. She knew she'd be aching for days, but right now she was craving all the bizarre sensations and attention she was getting. Gizzard's both was in a center isle with a small wooden table and a few folding chairs. She immediately noticed a number of photos of other women with many tattoos and piercings. "WELL, WELL, WELL, ISN'T SHE A PRETTY SIGHT" Gizzard mused as Zin presented Pinkie, standing nude in her super tall fuck-me heels, pony-slut harness and spiked leather colar. "SHE'S EVEN BIGGER THAN I IMAGINED", Gizzard remarked, admiring Pinkie's huge heavy hanging boob bags now littered with pin-holes, burns and bruises Ö not to mention her bold tattoos and muliple nipple rings. "THEYíRE HEAVY BABIES!!" he remarked as he cupped his hand under her huge sagging breast, feeling the weight of each soft bosom. "CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO THESE BABIES?" Zin exclaimed, eager to take credit for some of Pinkie's markings. "SHE WAS THE SAME SIZE AS DEVON DANIELS A FEW MONTHS AGO, AND ALL NATURAL" Proclaimed Tallesman as he tugged her nipple rings lifting her poor needle-ladden titties high off her chest, then letting the huge boob drop and bounce off her slender tummy. "MOST GIRLS WOULD HIDE THEM AND PROTECT THESE PRECIOUS BEAUTIES. BUT AS YOU CAN SEE, PINKIE LIKES TO SHARE HER BOUNTIFUL BOSOMS WITH ALL OF US. IN FACT, SHE CRAVES HAVING HER HOOTERS HAMMERED BY A BUNCH OF ROUGHNECKS, I MEAN, SHE REALLY GETS OFF ON IT, DON'T YOU BITCH?" he tugged on her collar party and he reached under he boob, pushing on the needles. "YES MASTER", she responded with a grin, knowing full well she got off being treated like a slave. She spread her feet further apart when she noticed Gizzard staring at her clit leash and her shaved, ringed and tattooed cunny. "PLEASE TORMENT MY TITS AND CUNT MASTER", she groaned. Tallesman tugged on her nipple leashes and bragged, "THESE BEAUTIES HAVE BEEN TATTOOED, ROPED, WHIPPED, CRUSHED, DRAGGED, STRETCHED, WAXED, BURNED, PIERCED AND GENERALLY BEATEN TO SHIT OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS, HAVEN'T THEY HONEY?" Pinkie blushed a little and nodded as pushed out her impressive chest in an seductive way, only encouraging Tallesman to pull her tits harder. "SHE'S HAD SEVERAL ROUNDS OF SALINE INJECTIONS TO MAKE THEM HEAVIER AND NOW SHE'S A 34GGG ñ AREN'T YOU SLUT? Just then the young collage woman moaned in her sleep, her green eyes briefly opening. Right, so first story, please be kind. ‘oooowww’ he let out an almighty groan. Mommy has a powerful mind, mommy can control the minds of other people, mommy just made you believe you were in a cage, to confine you for a little while. She placed her petite hands on my sweaty chest and started riding me hard – until she, too, came and kissed me before getting up. The night ran on into late as they explored each other's world's over wine and nibbles. The creaking of the leather straps holding my hands over my head reminded me that there was nothing I could do but struggle against their hold. She licked my cum off of Sonja’s tits, easily one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. “My God” she thought. I snaked my hand under her blanket and finally got a handful of those D sized boobs. Evan knelt between her legs, grabbed her hips and helped her get on her hands and knees, hoping she meant what he thought. It dawned on me that she was referring to Buck, so I asked her if she'd like to see what his cock looked like when it was erect. To experience. He moved his body on top of hers his now throbbing length of pure black outdoor pleasure was slowly touching her wet wanton lips. He had always had a lot of taboo fetishes and fantasies. She straddled me as she had last night and she was so active rubbing her clit over my cock that she was pushing gallons of water out onto the deck. “That ah said ah’d sort out, and ah am.” I paused only briefly, the head of my cock pressed sex against that sacred heat. Saki stops telling me about the finer points of tree sculpting. "Yes, I pity her" replied Deepak. CHAPTER 4 “She never goes near that room. Her hand grabs both of our cocks and begins to stroke them. I lifted my eyes from her breasts and saw she had stopped eating and was glaring at me with a deadpan stare. “I’m sorry.” I murmur. This bliss couple was incredible. I indian party woke up to find her lying next to me in bed." She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body. The slit in the back was quite high, a good thing because as tight as it was, no one would ever be able to walk in it otherwise. "Jamie are you ready?" Ashley was too shocked to say anything. It was like I had no choice. It was a photograph I had come to know every detail of by heart. She was so small, barely 5' 5" but was somehow able to kill three of his men without firing a single shot. He removed her saree top exposing her tight blouse. With fingers pinned against his shirt just above the waistline of his jeans, a moment later her thumb was on his button. “John, look I think your intentions are good, but you need to leave the recruiting to me. That’s what I do. There it bunched around her lower legs forming a base at her feet, seemingly reluctant to be separated from the woman's perfect legs. Oh well, as much as I hated getting up early, I did enjoy that brief span of time when the office was empty.