“READY FOR THIS, PINKIE?” Rat leaned into her face as he carefully admired the pretty slut’s incredibly large hooters, nasty tattoos, nipple rings, cunny rings and clean-shaved pussy.
“HELL YES, I’M READY. I WANNA LIVE DANGEROUSLY!!! she boasted, as she looked down between her big tattooed titties at her shaved pussy. “SHOW THESE OUTLAWS WHAT THIS HOG ‘L DO OFF THE LINE!!!” she challenged him with an evil grin as she jiggled her nipple rings and opened her legs wider so all could see her bold Harley wings tattoo on her pubic mound and dangling pussy rings.
“HERE GOES,” Rat called out as he swung his leg over the seat, stood tall on the kickstarter and laid into it with all his weight. The bike fired and sounded mean with a deep throaty sound and a loud exhaust when he revved up the engine. ‘WOM-PAW, WOM-PAWW, PAWWW!!!’
‘ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR’ Exploding off the line, the bike burned rubber and lurched forward forty feet lifting the front tire a few inches as Rat laid down across the tank to keep his weight as far forward as possible.
Pinkie screamed out in terror as the hot black rubber spit up onto her bare skin stinging her thighs, tits, face and tummy. The metal fender got hot as RAT spun the tire again and again as Pinkie lurched backwards each time he popped the clutch, she watched her heavy tits get pelted with asphalt pebbles and hot rubber shavings until her nipple rings almost turned black.
“BURN RUBBER!” she shouted. “GO ON…BURN MY FUCKIN’ TITTIES!!! MAKE ‘EM STING!!!” she sneered as she pushed out her chest to prove she’d do anything…. anything at all to her body to be an OUTLAW slut.
She was in pain, yet she felt orgasmic as the powerful bike shook and rumbled between her smooth bare legs. It was like fucking a dragon! After several wild burn outs, Crowbar stopped the exhibition long enough to attach some long heavy chains to her nipple rings which had some pistons and engine parts attached to the other ends.
“OH YEA, STRETCH MY FUCKIN’ TITTIES AGAIN!!!” she blurted out hysterically – looking around for reactions to her bold defacement of her big boobies.
“FUCK MY TITS!!” Pinkie shouted as RAT revved his motor. “FUCK MY TITS!!” she shouted louder as she looked down at her beautiful breasts, now pierced, tattooed and streched from the weight of the chains. Acting bold and brash, Pinkie pushed out her battered boobs and wagged her tongue at Animal, Tallesman and the rowdy bikers. “LET’ S STRETCH THESE FUCKIN’ TITTIES SOME MORE!!!” she blurted out with hideous insane laughter.
“AOOOOOOH FUCK!!!!” Pinkie yelled as she arched her shoulders and bit her lip as RAT popped the clutch and Pinkie watched her boobs tear away from her chest while the Animal yelled out “STRETCH HER TITS!!!”
“RIP HER TITS OFF, AS THAT’S WHAT SHE WANTS!!!!” cried out Tallesman.
The parts clanged and sparked as the chains stretched her tits so far out, her big boobs turned elastic like pizza dough, revealing long creases from her rib cage to her drastically elongated nipples as the bike speeded into second gear before skidding to an abrupt stop . “LOOK AT’ EM NOW Ö” she bragged “Ö I’M FUCKIN’ STRETCHIN’ EM LIKE SHIT NOW!!” she screamed, gritting her teeth.
“GO PINKIE!! THAT’;S IT . . . GO ON, DESTROY THOSE FUCKIN’ TITS GIRL!!!! STRETCH YER TITTIES BITCH!!!” shouted Rat, supported by dozens of cheering Outlaws and other bikers.
“CLEAR OUT OF THE WAY!!” shouted Rat as he revved again, popped the clutch and blasted his Harley, Pinkie flailing off the back.
After a half dozen burn-outs on the big bike, Pinkie’;s breasts were almost dragging on the ground as she slumped way over the rear tire . . her tormented breasts and nipples, now black and blue, drastically distended having dragged the weight of the heavy metal parts.
“TOO BAD CROWBAR WASN’T HERE TO SEE YOU RIDE!!” chimed Animal. “I MEAN, YOU’VE GOT BALLS BABY!! THAT WAS FUCKIN’ UNBELIEVABLE!!! YOUR TITS MUST HURT LIKE SHIT!!”
“YEA, THEY HURT, BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK!!!” Pinkie moaned as she massaged her aching boobs and squeezed her tender nipples as the Outlaws unbuckled her ankle cuffs. “THEY ARE TURNING BLACK” she sassed as she slapped her own boob from the underside. “UNBUCKLE THESE GOD DAMN COLLARS!!” she commanded
“LISTEN UP MOTHER FUCKERS, WHEN IT COMES TO SLEEZY BITCHES, THE OUTLAWS RULE!!!” Shouted Animal. “AND OUR MISS PINKIE HERE IS THE BRAVEST, HOTTEST, TATTOOED OUTLAW MAMA HERE AT THE BARBARIAN BIKER FEST!!!” he hollered, as the statuesque Pinkie stood butt naked in her “fuck-me” heels, straining to remove her boob collars, which would allow the blood to flow back into her poor breasts.
“HAD ENOUGH FUN FOR ONE DAY HONEY??” Animal confronted Pinkie as he watched her unleashed the painful blood-flow back into her ballooned breasts. She was delirious and blurry-eyed as she massaged her poor battered paps and recalled the events of the day, from the boob battles to the fist fucking, the tug-a-war with Sonja, the incredible tittie press and brutal batting practice. Her mind was awash in this perverted horror show of intensely brutal sexual rituals and she was at the center of it all. She was a sadist and masochist all rolled into one.
She then flashed on Larry and how he first introduced her to the thrill of prick teasing. And to her sister, who was shocked by her sexy new image. And then to Crowbar who introduced her the biker parties, tattooing and even shared her with the Outlaws.
She knew the drugs had her transformed into a demon. They had twisted her mind and made her hurt herself in repulsive ways. She thought of suicide and then her mind snapped again as Animal asked again, “HAD ENOUGH?”
“OH SHIT,” she cried from the pain in her breasts, “I GUESS SO,” she responded. Then her mind immediately hot-flashed again, this time to the wicked stories Snake had told her about the Bondage Parlor in San Francisco where the girls submitted themselves to savage needle piercings and some gruesome breast hangings.
“I THINK SHE’;S PASSED OUT,” shouted Animal, as some Outlaws crowded around her.
End of chapter21 (to be continued)
THE ADVENTURES of PINKIE
CHAPTER 22 – CINDY’S BACK
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Pinkie groaned, as she opened one eye under the blanket, awakened by the sound of motorcycles revving their engines.
Lying in the dirt, wrapped in an old Army blanket she watched the bikers pulling out in a cloud of dust. “WHERE’S EVERYBODY GOING? she moaned, realizing that many of the bikers were beginning to head back to Los Angeles.
“OH, MY head!” she pained, her head was throbbing, her entire body ached. “MY ASSHOLE!” she groaned, her asshole and cunt sore from fucking so many Outlaws and bikers she’d lost count.
“JESUS, MY TITS!!!” she cradled her huge swollen titbags.
“MY TITS ARE ON FIRE!!” she cried out, massaging each breast one at a time to try to reduce the burning sensation and deep pain from her chest down to her pierced nipples.
“OH GOD, LOOK AT MY TITS!!” she cried out ñ but she was drowned out by the noise of the loud bikes.
“THEY LOOK LIKE SHIT!” she bragged, hoping for sympathy.