“STRETCH ‘EM HOWEVER YOU WANT, MASTER,” Pinkie offered, her boob muscles slowly tearing away as she dangled about by her distended breast flesh.
“GO ON, PUNISH THE BITCHES BOOBS,” shouted Zin. “OH YEA, THAT’S IT. WHIP MY TITTIES GOOD! WHIP ‘EM HARD!” she groaned. Her tits were still burning from the candles and the pressure of the ropes and she felt a tingling deep in cunt. “IT HURTS GOOD, GO ON STRETCH THEM,” she volunteered as they began to spin her about gently.
“RAISE HER HIGHER!” Tallesman demanded in an angry tone as he signaled to Zin to crank up the winch raise Pinkie higher above the stage under the bright spotlights. The men began to spin her about, tugging on her legs and slapping her ass as she hung above the stage.
“THAT’S IT, STRETCH THOSE FUCKIN’ BOOBIES. LIFT HER HIGHER. ..GO ON, HARDER …STRETCH HER BIG TITTIES HARDER…GO ON .. SHE CAN TAKE IT!!!” Tallesmen laughed as he watched Pinkie bounce and dangle from the rafters, he tits stretched to extremes leaving deep long stretch marks on the bags distended skin.
“RAISE HER ARSE AND OPEN HER LEGS,” ordered Tallesman. “TIME TO FUCK THE BITCH,” he ordered as he waived up the audience to the stage. The first to fuck Pinkie with his dick was a tall black stud with an incredible cock. With her legs spread-eagled, Pinkie was lowered down and received the black dong with ease and pushed hard against his, fucking herself silly as she sat on the cock still hunging by her tits from the rafters.
“HOT SHIT BABE!!” the black my called out as he increased his tempo and began pumping his dick in and out with a vengeance as Pinkie bucked and fucked as best she could as she rocked back and forth.
“GO PINKIE!!” cheered the audience as the black dude pumped and fucked her hard. “TAKE SOME MORE PICTURES” shouted Zin as he encouraged the others to come up on stage. As the black dude pulled out, he shot his jizz all over Pinkie’s legs and tummy and everyone cheered again.
“NEXT?” Pinkie smiled as a stud unzipped his Levis and proudly displayed his nine-inch hard-on. “WELL COWBOY, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? She teased as he plunged right in.
Sucking cock and jerking dicks and fucking as she hung by her tits, Pinkie was now in heaven, reaching multiple orgasms as the men enjoyed one of her many sexual adventures.
“WHO WANTS TO BUY THIS PRETTY SLAVE A TATTOO?” asked Tallesman. “WELL, FIRST, COME ON UP HERE AND PUT YOUR ROCKET IN HER POCKET TO SHOW SOME APPRECIATION. THEN, AFTER THIS LITTLE SHOW, SHE’LL BE DOWN IN JAKE’S TATTOO PARLOR WHERE YOU CAN BUY HER A TATTOO OR A PIERCING JUST TO SHOW HER HOW MANY FANS SHE HAS”.
THE ADVENTURES of PINKIE
Chapter 32 – More tattoes, more rings for Pinkie
After Pinkie had been offered a few more new tattoes and rings, the bikers won’t let her have a rest. Pinkie’s milk-bags flopping and slapping wildly while being fucked from behind became the current attraction. Zin and a couple of mecanics had built a special platform at the back of the old truck with a strong horizontal handrail where kneeling Pinkie can hold herself and maintain her upper body up out in middle air, her arms eventually cuffed apart and stretched far out in front of her. This position allows her hanging bags to sway and flop, on total display for the many admirers’ tweaking, biting and beating with studded gloved fists, rods, closhes, studded leather belts, and other heavy floggers. Everyday, the excited bikers will imagine new games, Pinkie often taken to the tattooist for a kind of “free for all”, during which time she would be tattooed to the bikers requirements all over her body and extrem boob-bashing games for pregnant Pinkie’s hanging swelling udders… On the sides of the red truck, “PUNCHING BALL” was written in yellow letters.
to be continued….