“WHAP!!” Tallesman slapped her tit open-handed as it swung in rotation. “WHAP!! WHOP!! WHAP!!” he cross-belted her breasts with his powerful hand. “DON’T STOP! MAKE ‘EM SLAP HARDER! KEEP SHAKIN’ ‘EM!! THROW ‘EM BACK AND FORTH! FASTER!” he commanded as she jerked and twisted her torso to make her titties leap off her chest as she whiplashed the huge orbs from side to side.
“I THINK ITS TIME WE SHOW THESE BOYS WHAT A PERVERTED SLUT YOU’VE BECOME BITCH! I THINK ITS TIME TO SEE YOU HANG BY THESE BIG TITTIES GIRL,” he demanded as the men cheered with wild enthusiasm.
“OH JESUS, I DON’T KNOW. WHAT IF IT TEARS MY FLESH?” Pinkie gasped as Zin stepped onto the stage and unceremoniously forced two fingers up her well-greased asshole. HOW LONG WILL YOU LEAVE ME HANGING?” she asked, her heart racing at the thought of being suspended only by her tits.
“WHO KNOWS?,” he questioned with sarcasm. “WHATEVER THE AUDIENCE WANTS!” he chucked with cruelty as the crowd grew louder. “WHAT’S WRONG, ARE YOU TURNING CHICKEN NOW?” he dared her.
“CHICKEN?” Pinkie thought to herself as she flashed backed on the brutal bondage films Crowbar had shown her. They were sick and perverted — but they sure got her wet watching them.
“KIN-KIE! PIN-KIE! KIN-KIE! PIN-KIE! KIN-KIE! PIN-KIE!” stomped he rowdy crowd as they demanded to see Pinkie in suspension.
“OH FUCK IT, GO Ahead!” Pinkie looked at Tallesman and then out into the audience as she saw dozens of men flashing their stiff cocks and jerking off in their seats.
“I’LL GIVE YA A SHOW YOU WON’T EVER FORGET!” she bragged as she widened her stance and shook her ravaged red tits for the cheering men.
“LOWER THE CABLES” instructed Tallesman as his stage hand standing in the shadows as the long metal cables descended from the rafters.
“WIDEN YOUR STANCE.” He ordered as he kneeled down and clipped the cable to the ring on Pinkie’s ankle cuff. Although he punished and abused her many times now, he could not get over the beauty of this girl. He admired her slender tattooed ankle and petite feet, as she stood tall in her seven in clear Lucite platforms.
“HOW’S THAT?” Pinkie grinned, looking over her shoulder and down at her cute tattooed ass as Tallesman connected the other ankle cuff.
“NOW YOUR WRISTS” he ordered, holding Pinkie’s arm out as he connected the third and fourth cable to the rings in her wrist cuffs.
“OKAY, NOW FOR THE TITS,” he reached and clasped another swinging cable and connected to a ring on the black leather collar than wrapped around Pinkie’s huge boob. Then the other one.
“HOW DOES THAT FEEL?” he asked.
“FEELS FINE,” Pinkie responded with a silly grin on her face.
“WE’LL SEE HOW IF FEELS ONCE YOU’RE HANGING GIRL!” he replied.
“OKAY, ADJUST THE TENSION ON THE CABLES SO THAT HER ARMS ARE HELD OUT STRAIGHT AND THE ANKLE CABLES ARE TAUGHT, REACHING UP BEHIND HER ASS. HER BOOBS SHOULD BE HELD UP FIRMLY, BUT NOT TUGGING VERY MUCH YET,” Tallesman instructed.
“OKAY NOW, WIND ‘YER UP EVENLY AT ALL POINTS, LIFTING HER OFF THE GROUND GENTLY.” He directed. Gradually the cables began to tug as the servomotors kicked in, winding up gently so that Pinkie looked like an angle, levitating a few inches above the stage floor. The wrists and ankles were taking much of the weight so that her tits lifted slightly, but nothing dramatic.
“HOW’S THIS FEEL?” he asked his pretty slave as she looked down at the floor in amazement watching her shoes fall to the floor.
“I FEEL LIKE I’M FLYING,” she responded. “I CAN FEEL THE LEATHER BITING INTO MY SKIN, BUT THE PRESSURE ISN’T TO BAD.” She answered.
“GOOD. WE’RE READY FOR THE NEXT LEVEL.” Tallesman reported.
“BEND YOUR KNEES, WE’RE LIFTING YOUR LEGS UP BEHIND YOU,” he instructed as the servos kicked in and cables began to draw her legs back. “THAT’S IT, LIFT THEM ALL THE WAY UP UNTIL THEY TOUCH HER ASS,” he smiled at his operator.
“HOW’S THAT?” he asked Pinkie again.
“AAAAHH SHI..IT. THE PRESSURE ON MY TITS IS INCREDIBLE. AND I CAN FEEL THE LEATHER BITING INTO MY SKIN.” Pinkie replied as she looked down at her swollen boobs and then into the eyes of each man in the front row.
“WE’RE ONLY GETTING STARTED. HELP ME BRING HER ARMS BEHIND HER AND ATTACH HER WRISTS TO HER ANKLES.” He ordered. Zin began to help pull Pinkie’s arms back behind her as they lowered the cables so they could attach the wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs which now were raised high almost touching her ass.
They released her wrist cables putting more strain on her breasts and Tallesman asked Pinkie “CAN YOU TAKE IT SLAVE?” as he saw her face contorted as she looked down at her bulging breasts now turning blue.
“YES MASTER.” She responded with anger, gritting her teeth as the leather collars dug deeper into her soft boobflesh.
“YES WHAT SLAVE?” demanded Tallesman.
“YES MASTER, PLEASE HANG ME BY MY TITS,” she moaned.
“WE’LL GET TO THAT SLAVE. BUT FIRST I THINK SOME WEIGHTS WOULD BE NICE,” he grinned as he held up a pair of long octagon two pound weights.
“YES MASTER,” she groaned as he clipped the large weight to her nipple ring … stretching the teat as it hung heavy from her breast.
“AND ANOTHER ONE,” he confirmed as he attached the two-pounded to Pinkie’s left nipple…letting it drop and bounce off her boob.
“AND WOULDN’T IT BE A SHAME TO LET THESE GO TO WASTE,” he suggested, tugging on Pinkie’s large aureole rings. “BRING MORE WEIGHTS,” he told Zin as he pulled on her tits by the large heavy rings.
“OH FUCK, YOU’RE GONNA TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF,” Pinkie screamed as Tallesman hung three two-pound weights on each aureole ring so that Pinkie’s nipples were now stretched several inches and her boobs hung way below the breast collar cutting deeper into her crimson red titties.
“DIDN’T YOU KNOW HONEY? WE’RE GONNA TEAR YOUR TITS OFF!” he sneered as he slapped about the clanging weights, getting a big laugh from the lusting crowd now moving in closer to getting a ringside seat.
“OH FUCK, LOOK AT ‘EM NOW!” cried Pinkie with her mouth wide-open as she looked down at her poor dissented breasts which were now starting to turn a blue-purple color.
“I SEE YOU STARTING TO OOZ A LITTLE MILK FROM THOSE PRETTY TITS OF YOURS.” Observed Tallesman. “JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR SIXTH MONTH, WE’LL HAVE ALL SORTS OF FUN MILKING THESE BABIES DRY!” he laughed aloud, encouraging others to join in.
“BUT RIGHT NOW, WE’RE GONNA TEST YOUR STRENGTH AND STAMINA,” he explained as he fitted a dental appliance into the extreme sides of her mouth and behind her head, leaving her mouth stretched open wide and vulnerable as Pinkie hung from the rafters suspended two feet off the ground by her tits and her ankles pulled up to ass and attached to her ankles.
“OKAY, LET HER HANG!” ordered Tallesman as the stage hand released the tension on her ankle cables slowly, allowing her breasts to absorb the entire weight of her body and eight pounds of weight hanging from each tit.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA” was all Pinkie could utter as the cable slacked and the entire weight of her body was carried by her severely bound breasts. Her eyes bulged and her mouth drooled as she stared starry-eyed into the audience over the tops of her bulbous breasts now distended almost a foot off her chest.