"OH JESUS CHRIST! FUCK! TAKE IT EASY!" Pinkie winced and whimpered, gritting her teeth as Tallesman removed the first nail with pliers. "OUCH!!" she yelled as he yanked out another one. "DOES THAT HURT?" Tallesman asked, looking down at Pinkie's numerous black and blue skin punctures each trickling small amounts of blood from her battle-bruised breasts. "NO SHIT, IT HURTS!" she looked up at him with light tears in her eyes. BUT IT'S STILL A FUCKIN' RUSH!!" she blurted, knowing full well what he had in mind for her next. "YOU ARE MY SLAVE NOW. YOU WILL SUFFER MANY MORE EXTREME PUNISHMENTS TO YOUR BREASTS AND BODY", Tallesman confirmed as he removed more nails. "YES MASTER", she amateur responded. "WE NOW WILL ENLARGE THESE TITTIE BAGS OF YOURS AND PREPARE YOU FOR THE HANGING", he completed the nail removal and then lifted her heavy tit by the nipple rings, stretching her poor boob and then let it 'PLOP' back down onto the table. "YES MASTER." Pinkie agreed obediently. Without ceremony, Tallesman clipped the chain leashes to Pinkies nipple rings and cunt ring and proceeded to pull his blond slave through the crowd. Pinkie loved being paraded in public as she shuffled along behind Tallesman in her high heels. The Tattoo Mania Convention was going stronger than ever and people were staring and she voyeur knew people were gawking at the punk vixen being pulled as a sex slave. "I'LL BE BACK", Tallesman confirmed as he led Pinkie into the ladies room to fix her make up. Totally nude save massage for her heels and dog collar, Pinkie borrowed some make up so she could freshen rouge, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. Many of the other women were japanese half naked, showing off their tattoos and piercings. No one even cared when Tallesman entered the lounge with a bag full of goodies. "EXCUSE ME LADIES, MY SLAVE MUST BE PREPARED FOR AN EXHIBITION". He explained. "WHAT'D YA BRING ME?" Pinkie asked eagerly as she peeked into the bag. "SALINE SYRINGES?" she questioned. "HOW MUCH THIS TIME?" "1,000 ML IN EACH BOOB", he responded. "I'LL BE A DOUBLE H OR EVEN BIGGER!!", she raised her eyebrows. "BIGGER I THINK. AND I'VE GOT THESE AS WELL", as he held up what looked to be a dozen black leather studded collars in various sizes. "AS IF I'M NOT BIG ENOUGH ALREADY", she responded as she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her slender body and her huge hanging GGs that now hung almost to her pierced navel. Even Tallesman was stunned at how beautiful she remained as he knelt down on the floor to attach ankle cuffs to Pinkie's tattooed ankles. She had several scratches and bruises on her legs, but they were still long shapely gams accentuated by her sexy platform heels and painted toenails. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS", he ordered as he reached up inside her inner thigh to attach a leather garter to her labia rings as he looped the leather through each ring and pulled the garter tight. "NOW CLOSE YOUR LEGS", he instructed her as he buckled the leather garter securely at the top asian of her smooth, slender thigh. As he attached the other side, he admired her various tattoos that graced the curves of her ass, thighs and the bold Harley-Davidson wings planted squarely on her shaved pubic mound. "NOW OPEN YOUR LEGS", he directed her. She japanese decided against making any movement at all. He placed one warm sweaty hand on Katie's bare tummy and slowly moved voyeur it upwards while his other hand followed the same path below . . . “Just like that?” I asked. The first little redhead said I am Amber, and I was taken from my college campus one night going to the library. I want to cuddle,” Elsa says as she pulls me into her arms and spoons me. “You and I are going to be amateur such good friends.” It appeared that, despite her poor attempt trying to hypnotize me, Tess had succeeded with my sister and had her fully under her control. When my eyes returned to Tiff I felt his hand begin to undo the button of my shorts. Her skirt didn't asian begin to cover the peachy cheeks and the dark valley between, with its thin strip of blue running down like a river through a canyon. This was no practice exercise, Logan was leading Zeta Squadron in a decisive and brutal attack without showing any mercy. I’m going to bed, night boo. I must have taken longer than I thought, everyone else was out of the halls the only signs of nearby life was a few lights here and there of teachers packing up in their classrooms. It was jet black and with the thin rays of light falling on it she felt as if she was holding something precious in her hand. I could taste the slight muskiness of myself in Miriam’s mouth, in addition massage to the essence of Miriam that was still on my face.