Then she swaggered over to the horse, stepped up on the box and parted her cute tattooed ass cheeks for the cheering bikers before she swung her leg over the horse, climbing on. In defiance, she insisted they reverse the dildo saddle so that she could ride backwards allowing her to hang her breasts out over the back of the horse.
They strapped the saddle backwards to the very back of the iron horse. Once seated up there on the beast, everyone could clearly see Pinkie had enlarged herself several cup sizes. The Outlaws were joined by hundreds of other bikers in cheering on Pinkie.
“BREAK YOUR TITS! BREAK YOUR TITS!” they shouted, as if she were in a traditional rodeo about to break in a wild stallion.
Pinkie smiled as they cheered and thought to herself how incredibly turned on she was. She was nervous and afraid, yet her adreniline mixed with the cocaine produced the most incredible lust which had filled her entire body. The big black dildo drove deep up her moist cunny. Her tits had never felt so incredibly light, yet she could see that she had a good twenty pounds of breast meat hanging off her chest – not to mention the weights and rings. It felt so tremendous to shake them freely in front of all the cheering bikers.
“LIFT UP YOUR LEGS,” commanded Tallesman as he grabbed her ankle and pulled it up behind her, almost to her fanny.
“THIS IS A GOOD WAY TO GET MORE LEVERAGE TO GET THOSE TITS FLYING FREE,” he explained as he roped her wrists together and then stretched the rope to her ankles and back again several times. With tight knots and strenuously tugging, he roped her tight to the horse to keep from flying off.
“OH YEA, THAT’S IT,” she agreed as he looped the rope through the back of her white-studded collar and knotted it tightly to her wrists behind her – pushing out her chest even further – leaving her breasts free to bounce off the back of the horse.
“ON YOUR MARK, GET SET”….”YEA-HAH!” he shouted as the horse began to lurch wildly, setting Pinkie’s tits a leapin’ and lurching about uncontrollably. She arched her shoulders firmly forcing her breasts to take all the shock on every osolation of the beast.
“SECOND GEAR,” Tallesman commanded. Pinkie grinned at screaming crowd.
“THIRD GEAR,” he waisted no time as Pinkie’s ass began slapping on the saddle, the big dildo mechanically slamming in and out of her wet cunny. Pinkie stuck out her tongue in defiance.
“FOURTH GEAR,” he demanded, Pinkie’s huge breasts now slamming on her tummy and then flying to her chin and then whiplashing back on the rebound – the weight of her rings contributing to the momentum. She knew all eyes were now on her and she loved the thrill of entertaining these heathens with the brutal and blatant abuse of her enormous udders as they continued shouting “BREAK YOUR TITS!! BREAK YOUR TITS!! BREAK YOUR TITS!!”
“YEE-HA FIFTH GEAR,” Pinkie shouted, pushing herself to prove her devotion to the Outlaws and her commitment to “BREAKING HER TITS” as they were shouting.
She knew the cocaine was playing tricks on her mind and body as the horse threw her up, out, down and back about three time per second. As if in slow motion, she felt her breasts slamming into her face, the rings flying right over her head and then whiplashing all the way down to her thighs, slamming and then ripping straight back up to the sky as the horse kicked and bucked with the power of a pile driver.
Pinkie’s heart was racing as she watched her huge milk-bags shaking tremendously, absorbing so such force so fast that they began whipping themselves into extremely distorted blobs and ameba-like shapes. Her nipples stretched beyond extreme as they ripped and whipped every direction at the ends of her sloppy wham-slamming monster-sized udders.
“BASH ‘EM ‘N BREAK ‘EM TALLESMAN!” she shouted out in orgasmic hysterics as she felt her breasts being pulverized as they wound around her chest in giant circle slamming and slapping themselves into hamburger. Tallesman held out a black leather-studded paddle, clipping her nips and breasts as they slammed and battered uncontrollably for another full minute.
“WAY TO GO PINKIE!!” the bikers shouted as the horse came to a gradual halt. “WAY TO BREAK THOSE TITTIES” others shouted, as Pinkie looked down at her bright red breasts, now hanging down to her pierced navel, her stretch marks reddened from the extreme abuse and punishment of the iron horse.
“AM I THE WINNER?” she managed to smile as Tallesman lifted her arm high, the bikers cheering wildly for the Outlaws awesome blond titter.
End of chapter 18 (to be continued)
THE ADVENTURES of PINKIE
CHAPTER 19 – THE TITTIE PRESS
“HOW’S DAT FER BREAKIN’EM?” Pinkie sassed as she staggered in her high heels from the horse to the front of the stage absorbing the deafening cheers of the bikers below. She was shaking from the physical trauma of the ride, yet she knew she could take more as she felt her aching breasts still tingling from the cocaine and the blood rushing to her ravaged cunt – aching to be stuffed and punished again.
Extreme breast abuse images keep flashing in her mind as the bikers cheered her on and shouted for more. She couldn’t stop thinking about the San Francisco bondage parlor Snake had described as she looked down at her hot, sweaty orbs now hanging down to her navel, Each pulverized breast was littered with fresh scratches, bruises and welts, but the stories of much more severe mutilation kept haunting her mind.
“DA NEW CHAMPION” shouted Tallesman as he grabbed her entire aureole in his fist, rings and all, and lifted her breast straight off her chest in a victory salute.
“TRY TO LIFT ME” she dared him, her eyes on fire as she cupped her heavy breast and offered it to Tallesman. With clenched fist he deeply gouged into both breasts and lifted straight up as if pressing 11O lbs. over his head – stretching her poor battered udders until she was standing in her tip toes – almost off the ground.
“WHAT’S WRONG? NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO LIFT ME,” she sassed, sticking out her pierced tongue for the fans, humiliating Tallesman in front of all his gang and competitors.
“COME ON, I’LL TAKE ON ANYONE!! ISN’T THERE ANYONE OUT THERE WHO’LL PUT THEIR TIT’S UP AGAINST MINE!! I’VE GOT THE BIGGEST, FUCKIN’ BADDEST BOOBS AND I CAN BEAT ANY OF YOU BITCHES!!”
“YOU MAY HAVE THE BADDEST BUT YOU STILL AIN’T GOT THE BIGGEST!!”
Pinkie strained her eyes to see who had made the challenge. She finally spotted the source; it was Club the huge black leader of the Spades. He was standing next to Sammie who was still naked except for her white ‘fuck me’ boots and was proudly displaying her all natural HH’s.
“THESE ARE THE BIGGEST TITS HERE AND I’LL PROVE IT!!!”
“YEA?? WELL I’LL TAKE THEM ON ANYTIME!! I’LL BEAT THOSE FAT FUCKIN’ TITS EASY!!”
“SO YOU KEEP SAYIN’ BITCH!! WHY DON’T YOU PUT YOUR TITS WHERE YOU MOUTH IS??”
The crowd was really warming up to the needle match and rival gangs were taking sides, egging on the protagonists. They knew Pinkie couldn’t refuse the challenge and wanted to see just how far she would go this time.