It was difficult to hear much of anything. Despite the huge size of the warehouse, it was crammed to the brink with Outlaw members who've gathered to watch the new spectacular torment of the pregnant nymphomaniac. Many had to bring chairs and form multiple staged seat rings like in a Coliseum in order to see our punk star. In the meantime, there was a lot of loud background nose coming next door from the wielders, who worked on Pinkie's next set up for the San Francisco appearance. It blocked a lot of the normal conversations, yet the entertainment provided by the severely bound painslut was proving to be worth every penny charged by Animal once again, to say the least.
Pinkie currently hung from the barn ceiling, supported solely by her enormous pendulous udders, laden with milk and saline. The heavy teenager's ankles were tied to a bunch of metal cords, which on the other hand ran over two reels bolted to the ceiling. These same cords then looped straight down to meet two Brummel ends, linked to a pair of inch thick steel carbines. The menacing looking locks then have been securely attached via dozens of metal hooks, hanging from 7 inch wide leather dog collars, strapped super tight around the base of both ballooning tit's of Pinkie, forcing them to leak milk constantly. Each time Animal pressed a red control button of the hoist motor installed up on the railings, the strong metal rope pulled mercilessly on the over-abused breast tissue of the masochistic preggo until it left her hanging about one meter off the air, supported solely by her stretched soggy jugs. There were numerous weights hanging off the vixen's heavy iridium nipple and areola piercings as well, plus some from her ankles and knees - all of which subsequently proved to be too much for Cindy's poor pulverized teat meat. The crazy addition to the Outlaw gang just saw herself drop down by yet another full inch and wondered how much her ropy udders can take, before they finally detach from her body.
While this was going on, the pierced pincushion named Zin stood tall between Pinkie's open legs and worked inside her vagina, widely spread with a large speculum. The rocker was doing exactly what the painslut chose to have done to her a week ago - have her inner privates tattooed. He had strapped a huge flashlight around his forehead to help him see. Pointed directly at the prego's cunt, it inadvertently gave the strained vixen additional heat torment in her love pocket and possibly her child too.
Yet despite the severe pain in her burdened privates, it proved to be nothing compared to the tremendous strain emanating from the teenager's progressively stretchier udders. At this point two sweated orbs of Pinkie felt like they were about to take out her soul through her chest – so much was the strain put on them. The heavy 'feline' sensed that her pain limits were about to be pushed over the limit yet again, which is exactly what she was hoping for to begin with. The perverted vixen already knew very well, that crossing new thresholds of humiliation and torment - especially over he poor pendulous tits, will inevitably excite her more then anything else in the world. Just thinking about it was enough to build up to a fresh new climax:
- OOO, YEEESSSS!!! STRETCH MY FUCKED UP UDDERS, BABY!! I WANT THEM HUNG REAL HIGH! - the suspended girl cried in lust, while generously squirting all over Zin and the gang standing in front of her gushing piss hole. She just watched herself drop by yet another inch too and it made Pinkie feel so excited and full of anticipation to experience whatever new savage torture Animal, Zin and all the Outlaws had wrapped up for her this time.
The incredibly high youthful libido of the vixen made the tremendous pain in her chest and vulva came in as a distant vibrating buzz and had the crazy masochist perceive everything happening to her as if detached from her own body and acceded into heaven. So much that the bound punk begun to shake her colorful bazungas with all her might in an attempt to increase this wonderful feeling by breaking her already pulverized breast tissue some more! This bizarre exhibition of self tit-mutilation definitely deserved filming and many Outlaws started to simply that.
- LET ME SEE IF I CAN HELP YA BREAK THESE BAGGY TITS EVEN FURTHER FOR YA! I WILL TRY TO DO A WINDMILL IN THIS LEWIND POSITION... - Pinkie chirped in her most girly voice, in stark contrast to the brutal self abuse that depraved painslut was about to inflict on her destroyed breasts.
The crazy pregnant teenager started off by twisting wildly in circles, using her limps and the chains as leverage to swing her torso along with all of its attached heavy weights in motion. The bound prego kept a neurotic smile on her face while jerking around with passion - her watery eyes being the only give away of the terrible suffering she was willing putting herself through.
Eventually Pinkie's monumental efforts paid off and her titanic squirting tits started to move. But with their tightly tied bases strained to the max by the girl's own heavy weight, the only thing actually spinning ended up to be the pregnant vixen's body.
- LOOK, THIS STUPID SOW DOES A REVERSE WINDMILL, HAHAHAHAHAHAH! - Pinkie laughed hysterically, while admiring her level of deprivation and self inflicted mutilation. The young punk kept twirling, shaking and jerking in erratic ellipsoid circles, while her poor mutilated colorful breasts remained firmly locked in place by the tightly clinched dog collars, suffocating them at their foundations.
Without a doubt the teenager's reckless movements had detrimental effect on her mutilated udders. Since she started twisting and turning in all kinds of directions, Pinkie dropped down significantly on the metal ropes. Her savage abuse even forced new stretch marks to appear under her armpits and side-breasts, which was an incredible testimony to her own capability of self-mistreatment, given how much daily stretching the girl's floppy milk-laden bags were getting. The fact that Pinkie's pulverized saggy tits has not torn apart yet, was a proof how insanely resilient and rubbery the young breast tissue has become.
After months of brutal stretching games, the chewed up milk paps of Pinkie have become so tin near her chest, that she could not balloon them by hand anymore. Her pulverized teats always ended up draping downwards regardless of how tight she gripped. As a result of this state, new holes had to be drilled into the dog collars by Animal this morning, very close to the other end of the leather. He and Ralf then squeezed the chokers so tight around the teenager's floppy saggers, they've turned into an inch wide tubes, yet the minced painted pair still ended up resting firmly on her chest...
It was clear at this point that any firmness in Pinkie's pendulous breasts was long gone - both baggy tits were done for and will always lump downwards in utter defeat no matter what. But the masochistic mother was proud of this achievement, as to her it was a proof of how successful her tit torture games were so far in shattering the poor teats to such an astounding extend. Pinkie did not mind her super flaccid tattooed breasts one bit and even egged the Outlaws to stretch them further if they can:
- HEY ANIMAL, REMEMBER HOW YOU SAID YOU WILL STETCH MY FUCKICKING TITS TILL THEY WILL REACH DOWN TO MY KNEES??!! DO IT, I DARE YOU! - the crazy masochistic preggo tried to shout over the cacophony coming from the metal workers grinding next door.
It was unclear whether anyone heard the bound woman or not, but no one decided to reply verbally. Only Animal responded in some way to the blabbering punk by giving the masochistic slave one solid punch right in her helplessly gyrating right breast. The force of his brutal hit could definitely kill a man if connected with his face and it proved that by leaving a deep nasty mark of bursted blood vessels quickly forming on the already dark red surface of the poor traumatized teat. Pinkie looked down at her dismal tit-mutilation as if she was a distant sadistic spectator and enjoyed how her sore right breast was still quivering out in the air after absorbing the savage impact - totally defenseless from further abuse.
Completely ignoring the stunning pain shooting from her freshly punched boob, the bound punk grinned at Animal and dastardly reinvigorated her moves. The pregnant teenager started to twist her body in a rhythm of some inner beat, making her poor tattooed knockers twist around their own axle even faster. The two mouthwatering flesh balls now swiveled like a pair of large exotic peg-tops and it was superbly enticing to watch for the thousands of gawkers who enjoyed the show. The young ex-dancer was more then happy to perform this extreme exhibition of self-mutilation, especially if it was at the expense of her own disfigured jugs. The feeling of knowing she was the center of attention to so many alpha males excited her to no end. While gyrating herself into oblivion, Pinkie sensed yet another powerful orgasm approaching. Just a little more extreme abuse was needed....
- DOES THIS HELP MI'TER'Z??!!! - the insane female punk spat out, while desperately trying to increase her tempo, making her sad painted tit balls twirl even faster! She practically screamed the rhetorical question on top of her damn lungs and judging by the many nodding heads all around her, it appeared she finally outshouted the cutting machines working in the background.
- Yeah, it helps alright! - a huge man named Big Dave standing in the front row approved verbally, after which he unceremoniously pierced the brutally injured right motioning ball with a large skewer topped by a candle. He followed it up by another and another and yet another one, until Pinkie counted up to ten candles jammed deep in that one traumatized jug! Seven more were pushed sequentially into the left one next, after which the huge man lid them all using his cigar – his colossal height allowing him to do so without a problem.
- AIH – AH – AIAH MY FUCKING TT-IIIIIII-TTTTTTTTT-TTTTTTSSSSSS!!! AAAAHH – AIIIAIIIIII! - the pregnant vixen shrieked a vocation full of anguish, while quivering helplessly with her gyrating breasts now burned with hot dripping wax. The bound vixen looked down at her poor tit bags and saw that they were getting a dark shade of black. Then she glanced at her audience and saw that every single one, including the female rockers gazed at them, totally enjoying the show. Evil masochistic grin stretched her lips.
- FUCK MY TT-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-TTTTT-SS!! FUCK THEM!FUCK THEM!FUCK THEM!FUCK THEM! - Pinkie shouted with a feminine scream while doing her best to twirl as fast as she can.
- AREN'T THESE THE NASTIEST UDDERS YOU HAVE SEEN ON A COW LIKE ME? DON'T YA MISTERZ WANT TO HURT THESE HUGE TITIES SOM' MORE?! - the horny punk howled, feeling an insane climax approaching.
- YOU ARE THE NASTIEST PAIN-SLUT I HAVE EVER SENN! - Ralf yelled in to the right ear of the bound pregnant bimbo.
- OOO YESS, DESCRIBE ME PLEASE! - She insisted and waved at the others to join in on her debasement. She could care less if they used words or got physical with hurtful items like bats and stud gloves. At the moment she just wanted the Outlaws to misuse her as meanly as they can 'rockerly' think of. She craved to be made feeling even more of a trash, then she already was.
- AAHHRRRHH, MY POOR TITIES...OO I BEG YOU, REDUCE ME TO NOTHING! SPIT ON ME! TELL ME WHAT A SUBHUMAN CUNT I AM, I NEED THIS!
The men around the insane punk initially found it odd to state the obvious, but a few decided to joined in on the challenge of Miss Top Slave of the Outlaws:
- YOU ARE SCUM!
…..
- SKANK!
Soon followed by other rockers:
- SUBHUMAN TRASH!
- YOU ARE NOTHING, BUT A PAIR OF FUCKED UP SAGGY TITS!
- STUPID BIMBO WITH NO BRAIN - JUST A PAIR OF LARGE SAGGY UDDER!
- YOU ARE A REVOLTING DIRTY WHORE!
The verbal abuses started to reign on and on and Pinkie loved every moment, basking in their undignified “glory”.
- OOOOOAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! - the crazy vixen finally climaxed, squirting all over Zin and the crowd for the n-tieth time. At this point the tall tattoo artist was wet head to toe from the constant female cum showers he was getting, but at least he did what he loved – torturing a woman's inners.
The guys were let loose now and Pinkie would not stop them. One of the men jammed his fist right into her gaping ass, then spat on her. Another rocker started prodding her right most screwed tit bag with torn stick he took from a nearby bush outside. A third one begun prodding at the prego's left udder using an iron bar with a sharp edge. Many other men participated afterwards, using sharp items that definitely will leave marks for weeks.
Instead of slowing down her brutal self abuse however, Pinkie continued to trash around in every direction without any concern for the integrity of her poor breasts and even felt like her tits were left neglected by not being bashed into a total pulp. She secretly hoped the Outlaws will get to that at some point.
~~~
But while Pinkie was getting her rocks off by stretching her milk laden floppies into a taffy, Zin decided it was time to step up his game a little bit if he wanted to get noticed. The tattoo artist was trying to paint something meaningful inside the bound punk's privates for a couple of hours now, but the insane preggo kept moving and now gyrating, making it completely impossible. So instead he ended up constantly injuring the slut's privates by drawing random lines and dots all over her pained vulva. His right hand was currently holding the tattoo gun, sadistically buzzing inside, while the other twisted this and that way the bound whore's pierced clit. But even this brutal torture won't draw any attention neither from the constantly climaxing punk, nor any of the rockers so Zin decided to look for another vulnerable spot for his next attack.
He did not have to look far on Pinkie's naked pierced body. For maximum torture and humiliation, the pregnant teenager's long cunt lips were additionally extended by huge 10 kg heavy chains, crisscrossed to her groin piercings. The disregarded tattoo artist decided that this will be the best spot to unravel his righteous wrath upon. The heavily pierced man backed off his right foot as far as he could and then dug his steel capped knee as far as it can go into the rotating heavy chains. It not only stopped their swiveling motion, but also sent them in opposite direction form where Pinkie's lower half was going, thus tugging the shit out of her pussy flappers. So much in fact, that her perforated holes broadened to an inch wide hollows for a few moments, drawn out high above her iridium cunt piercings!
- AAAAHH ...AAAAHH AUUHH... F.U.C.K. MY CUUNTT LIIIIIIPS!! - Pinkie coerces through gritted teeth. She did not stop gyrating however and instead the crazy pain-slut even pushed her pelvis further towards Zin, visibly embracing herself for yet another power stomping punch from the cruel metallic kneecap to her cunt chain weights. The sadistic pin-cushion did not hesitate and mercilessly bashed the pregoo's privates again and again via the hanging chains, until they swing so far it started to hit Pinkie in the back.
After 10 min of non stop metal beating, the flapper of the tattooed girl elongated so far, they started to hit her brutally fisted asshole. Thankfully for the vixen's own sanity, the energetic rocker eventually grew bored of it and decided to try his tattooing torture once more. Only this time he would not mess around trying to paint some art. Instead Zin forcefully dug his metallic pencil deep into the soft inners of the pregnant young punk and swiveled it around for extra damage. A bright red line appeared immediately where the artist has just pushed his sharp tool, extending from her already pierced and tattooed clit all the way through the left inner side of Pinkie's gaping love tunnel. The metallic tip ended up exactly at the girl's bloated red cervix, which sat tucked away at the bottom of her open vulva.
- AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHH O GOOOOSH! - the crazy vixen shrieked in agony. The insane pain emanating from her birth canal proved to be too much even for her, probably because the organ was already burdened with pregnancy and the bound feline felt like she was about to faint. Yet Pinkie's submissive brain did the only response it always did to a blinding pain – it sent a sudden mind blowing wave of pleasure, causing the painslut to squirt immediately all over her tormentor....once again.
The bound teenager felt like she has reached a new level of degradation and just kept rocking furiously in a depraved form of celebration. She swung with abandon by the two chains without any concern whatsoever for the well-being of her lengthened milk-leaking tit bags. The young punk was so eager to show the Outlaws she can take anything they trow at her and then some, that she was willing to sack her breasts if need to.
After her insane trashing slowed down for a bit, the savage crowd could take a better look at Pinkie's destroyed tit-balls and enjoy their new state of ruination.
The most apparent mutilation was the bizarre mushroom shape her ballooned, bruised monstrous jugs have taken. Both tormented things now sat much further off her chest then half an hour ago and as a result they reminisced more a pair of huge tall dark red pincushions, then human breasts. Mercilessly pierced with long sewers, topped up by big burning candles, the poor tit-balloons jutted out nearly 30 inches off the preggo's narrow ribcage.
Another evident vandalization they've suffered was freshly written on their skin. Pinkie's tightly butchered breasts were littered with deep bruises, cuts and tattoos overlapping each other over and over as it was their usual look - only now it was enriched furthermore by all the pocking, punching and generally the cruelest abuses the pair had to withstand. The dark color of the suspended girl's udders have given them the appearance to some foreign objects as no sign of blood movement can be seen. The only sign her mucked up tits were still functioning, was the fact the teenager's large nipples trickled milk, albeit impeded to a large extend by the heavy weights, stretching her bud ducts to the point of tear.
It was clear that Pinkie's appendages were messed up in more then one way and way more then perhaps any other woman her age, yet they got stretched only further - both upwards and downwards, when Animal pressed a red switch on the hoist to lift the reel even higher. In addition to the gravity doing its diligent duty in destroying her already pretty mangled tit-bags, there was the also added weight to help tear down what was left of the pain slut's breast muscle tissue.
Earlier before Pinkie's torso has been encased in a tight sexy leather legging with a stitched belt around her torso, equipped with a dozen heavy rings all around. Now that the masochistic vixen was swung freely in the air by her floppy udders, about 40 kg of fitness disks were added to hang bellow the punk's puckered asshole, putting an insane amount of strain on the her poor tattered tit bags.
A dozen men who who were unable to hold themselves at such a bizarre sight rushed in and recklessly joined the ones who already fucked Pinkie. They openly started to double fist her loose backside, shove dicks in her mouth and pinch her strained nipples, driving the crowd absolutely mental. The stage quickly turned into a total fuckfest and Pinkie absolutely loved it!
- YAAAAA 'IST THE 'HIT OUT O' MY A''! - the bound slut tried to shout while munching on a large dick which skull-fucked her to his heart's avail. A few cum drops landed on one of the guys fisting her puckered asshole and naturally angered him. In retaliation, the man begun to force his second arm as a punishment.
- OOOOOOOAAAAAHHH MY SP'YN'STE'''!!! - Pinkie sung with a surprising soprano. It was a tight fit and Pinkie's asshole started to bleed, but he shoved it in there eventually...which of course was what Pinkie expected and hoped for
- YE'' 'IST MY D'RTY A'OLE, NO ME'CY!!! - the crazy punk continued to shout with a mouth full of dicks and cum.
Her brain at this point has produced copulus amounts of dopamine, but when she got to this new level of low, it simply spiked through the roof. The nymphomaniac punk loved..no NEEDED to be humiliated all day and every day to achieve happiness and currently she just entered a state of 'nirvana'.
- AAAAHHH! YOU R'EALLY KNOW HO'W TO TREAT A PAIN'LUT LIKE M'E! AARRR'RAAAA!!! - the crazy girl screamed, while spatting thick wads of cum from the two penises she just made ejaculate in her mouth. Feeling in heaven Pinkie then rapidly squirted her juices all over Zin for a countless time - GOSH I WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS FOREVEEEER!
- Man this is so righteous! - a bearded dude with a patched eye confirmed while filming the unique bizarre scenery viewable only once in a lifetime. Hundreds of rockers were taking videos at this point right alongside him. The powerful torch of Zin providing more then enough visibility for money “zoom ins” - including on Pinkie's tattooed burdened womb.
Currently it sat way out of its usual position, prolapsing halfway into her vagina. The round muscle was already bright red and it's surface clearly damaged because of how many times it got hit with the gun by 'mistake'..And knowing Zin's nature, Pinkie was sure the “mistake” was with bold parenthesis. Furthermore colored liquid dropped from the pregnant woman's cervix, inadvertently giving away the approaching end of her advanced pregnancy as well as the punk's extreme libido.
Suddenly out of the blue Zin stuck the sharp penci deep inside the swollen womb of the bound slave and twisted it around for good measure. The savage assault on her baby bag caused Pinkie to scream in terror and reminded her of the primary reason why she was being spit-roasted in this awkward and immensely strenuous to her dilapidated tits position.
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRUUOOOOOGHHHH!! - the crazy punk shrieked. - FUCK MY WOMB!!! GO ON, TATTO THE SHIT OUT OF MY FUCKING BABY BAG! I DARE YOU! - the bound large breasted nympho blabbered the particularly dastard surge of provocations.
In response to the dare, Zin pressed furthermore with his pencil deep into the sensitive flesh surrounding her baby. It proved to be too much even for the famous painslut bimbo and caused Pinkie to finally black out. Her tormentors had to pause and administer a few fresh shots of pure cocaine directly into the bound girl's privates and tits in order to wake her up. It will also make the female punk able to withstand the severe pain that was inevitably waiting for her at least until nighttime.
Zin resumed his work as soon as his pain toy showed up the first signs of recovery and this time he really tried to tattoo a black tarantula directly around her cervix. But since his victim immediately started to trash around in sheer agony, he just ended up torturing her womb once again, while irreversibly painting it black, brown and blue.
Watching Pinkie's birth tunnel being tattooed in the most savage way known to the human kind, Animal decided to test the already pretty significant pain threshold of his slave in a yet another, even more painful way. The leader of the Outlaws took a heavy led pipe from the counter nearby and then simply swung it at the poor bloated tits of Pinkie. The bearded man started treating them in the only way known to her breasts – brutally!
Tit beating was something the two mounds were already well accustomed to, but because so much blood was trapped inside for so long, each powerful strike managed to produce an enormous amount of pain for the pregnant woman. Which to a painslut like her only meant more pleasure!
- YES MISTER, BASH THESE POOR TITIES INTO ORBIT! DESTROY THEM! - before she knew it, the crazy whore begun to moan for more - FUCK MY TITS!!!! FUCK THEM FUCK THEM FUCK'EM!!! - Pinkie screamed loudly for more inhuman mutilation to her broken breasts!
- Don't you worry sweetheart, I will make these trashed puppies of yours hurt so bad you will beg me to cut them off! - The big rocker rumbled in his usual thunderous baritone, after which he dissipated from the scenery through the garage door in the back.
In a few minutes Animal reappeared with a grinder, a wielding machine and a bunch of metal struts.
- You are a hot woman Pinkie so I am sure you won't mind this! - the leader of the Outlaws spoke maliciously.
Driven by the drugs running through her blood and her insatiable amount of lust, Pinkie watched with an intensifying arousal as her tormentor plugged in the two machines. She followed him closely when he gave the wielding tool to Ralfm despite the brutal agony emanating from the teenager's abused cunt and then ...he started cutting the struts right next to her tits! One for each breast to be precise.
Awfully hot metal particles soon started to bombard the sweated orbs of the pregnant woman. It brought a really hot new addition to the rich pain spectrum that Pinkie had to endure, which was indeed an achievement on its own, given the fact her pulverized udders were already so littered with bruises, cuts and various types of scars in all shades and colors. It was just something magical that the masochistic punk loved about looking down at her so disgustingly disfigured tits, simply sitting there all bloated and mutilated - completely unrecognizable to how human boobs should looked like.
“MOOMMMMMGHHOOGGGHHMM” - the bound pregnant slave started to convulse helplessly and make inherent sounds with a new dick in her mouth.
Everyone in the rocker gang knew at this point that the suspended painslut in front of them would do anything to have her beasts tormented: the more brutal the merrier. So Animal followed up doing the only thing a man in his position would do. He took out his dick and put it in Pinkie's right hand to jerk. By instinct she immediately started to pleasure her savage tormentor by gently massaging his member up and down.
- Looks like I do not even need to give you an incentive. You already please me enough to make me want to fuck up yur shitty udders even more! - The large man concluded, before resuming to cut through pieces of strut right next to the bound tattered tits of the constrained vixen.
Ralf did the same exact thing on the other side. He pushed his bare member into the greedy hand of the bound preggo and watched the submissive female jerk him off with vigor, while he kept on wielding right in the middle of the strut.
The savage torture administered by both men drew a million sparks onto the nasty black balloons bellow them and possibly embedded thousands pieces of metal shavings per minute deep in the soft breast skin of Pinkie's tormented teats. It caused so much suffer and pleasure for their slave however, that eventually the pregnant woman started to convulse helplessly. Receiving such amount of pain from so many directions forced the trapped human cow to make inherent sounds amidst her desperate trashing tantrum ...
“MOOMMMMMGHHOOGGGHHMM” - the suffering pain-slut gagged as if trying to say something, while sucking on the large dick which forcefully lodged itself deep in her dirty mouth.
~~~
Pinkie Goes Into Labor
- 'IT, 'IT, 'hIT! 'ABY IS CO'IN' OUT! 'UYS CAN YOU H'EAR ME???! I AM GIVIN' BIIRTH! - Pinkie screamed on top of her lungs after finally spitting out the penis ravaging her esophagus. - I SAID I AM GIVING BIIIIIRTH WHILE BEING HUNG BY MY FUUC-KIGN' T-I-I-ITT-SS! - Pinkie yelled even louder, now desperately trying to get the attention of her torments and have them take care of her child, since she was pretty much helpless to do anything.
There was no visible reaction from anyone around her however and the birthing mother panicked for the safety of her offspring for the first time in many months. Totally suspended up in the air by her butchered breasts, the only thing Pinkie could think of, was to pump herself up in a desperate attempt to avoid the tattoo gun, while at the same time spreading out her long legs to give more space for her baby to come out between her elongated pierced labia. While the agile pregnant punk did that, a pool of clear body liquid started to pour out from her injured cervix right in front of Zin and at this moment the rough man realized the crazy nympho was serious. The pierced rocker suddenly became concerned and yelled at everyone to stop fucking the bound preggo.
Outlaws begun to panic too and wondered what to do, being caught completely unprepared. Animal seemed to act cool and collected though, giving the vibe that he was the most experienced in this sort of things. First he cranked Pinkie all the way up into the air by her pendulous jugs causing them to spray milk all over the place.
- SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! MY FUCKED UP TITS!! AAAAAUUUUUUUU! - the pregnant teenager yelled in anguish, feeling like her poor milk bags will tear at any given moment.
Wasting no time at all, the bearded leader of the gang pushed a heavy metal table under the bound woman, then dashed into the adjacent construction room once again. Moments later, he came out with a tin tub full of engine oil and pushed it under the freshly tattooed gaping cunt of Pinkie.
- Alright, large titted mamma, are you ready? On my count - push. 3, 2, 1 – PUSH! - Animal ordered the helpless slave, turning himself into a self proclaimed birth assistant in a matter of minutes.
- HIIIAAAAAAA! - the suspended preggo did as she was told and cramped her pelvic muscles as hard as she could.
Having the young woman lifted up so high up in the air, combined with the speculum jammed inside her cunt cranked up to the max, gave Animal an easy access to her large yawning birth canal and allowed the big man to stretch her rapidly prolapsing cervix even with his huge hands. From his position right between the teenager's legs, the big man could see Pinki's secondary hole was not as trained as her other love pockets, but hoped her insatiable love for pain will get her through this difficult birth.
And indeed slowly but steadily, one horrendous push after another finally brought the baby's head out in the open. The suspended teenager sensed Animal knew what he was doing and suddenly felt a lot less scared for her female child now. The terrible pain in the vixen's already badly injured cervix however soon hit new heights, when the fetus reached it's widest point at the shoulders. But just as Animal predicted, the perverted mother's mindset instinctively fantasies of how this could be her next challenge for self-mutilating pain endurance and soon the tattooed deviant woman found herself incredibly aroused while pushing out her female child with all her remaining strength.
- AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ! THE BABY TEARS DOWN MY F.U.C.K.I.N.G W.O.M.B!
- 3, 2, 1 – Push!
- IT IS BEING TORN!
- 3, 2, 1 – Push!
- AAAAUUUUUUUUUU !!!!!! - Pain was indeed immeasurable and the punk could compare it only to having a watermelon extracted from her insides.
- 3, 2, 1 – Push!
- THESE WIEGHTS STRETCH THE SHIT OUT OF MY TITS!! - The feeling of her raw cervix being torn apart combined with the terrible pain in both her overstretched sweated orbs made Pinkie experience a mini orgasm right on the spot. As the birth continued, the crazy masochistic punk followed it up with another one..and another one...and yet another one a few minutes later.
~~~
After one hideous hours of pushing and pulling, a healthy baby girl finally dropped out of Pinkie's battered womb right into Animal's rough hands. The fetus started crying almost immediately, proving to the young mother the birth was a success. In the meantime one look at Pinkie's uterus would turn away even the hardest man. Her poor feminine organ, which just gave life to a relatively big newborn, now sat way outside its usual confinement - prolapsed, gaping, bleeding and covered with ink lines all over it's bright red surface. The Outlaw rockers loudly expressed their disgust at the belly turning mess, hanging outside of the teenager's pierced vagina, but she felt like it perfectly completed her total humiliation as a trashy attention seeking bimbo of a whore that she was.
- Mmmm interesting development, Miss “Fuck My Tits”! Looks like your udders are not the only part of your body which sags way too low now, aren't they? I recon thiz little fellow cravez for a lot more tattoos. What do you say my little slave?- Zin asked the rhetorical question, basically proposing to use the bound female's precious womb for more perverted tortures with the tattoo gun.
This disgustingly sadistic act repulsed and aroused the barely conscious teenager all at the same time, yet she caught herself yelling:
- GO ON ZIN, DO IT! TORTURE MY PROLPASED WOMB, MISTER! I WANT IT TO STING SO BAD IT HURTS FOR WEEKS! .
Not wasting any time, the pierced crook grabbed the tattoo gun and proceeded to ink her poor sensitive organ immediately. Still fully suspended by her her huge pendulous milk laden udders Pinkie started to twirl in abandon, totally succumbing to the intense pain shooting through her traumatized womb. Her sporadic trashing combined with Zin's efforts with the gun helped to turn the poor flesh pipe in an even more raw and red mess, causing tons of pleasurable grief to her owner .
- YEEEEESS, FUCK MY UTERUS!! - Pinkie encouraged him by spreading her legs even wider. - FUCK IT REAL GOOD!
Meanwhile 4 meters to the side on the huge metal table
- Man look how developed the nipples of this small baby are! It is only righteous to pierce them if she will be part of the gang, Animal! - one of the Outlaws named Rick suggested.
His fellow rocker Ralf was quick to agree and soon he was followed by the rest of the bikers in the warehouse, who's approvals soon turned into a ear deafening cheering. The two men grabbed a perforation clamp in each hand and with bloodshot eyes stiffened the tiny nubs of the crying fetus.
- O MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY??! - Pinkie yelled through tears while her own womb was being mangled to shit.
- Shut up slave! - Animal barked over the elated mob, cementing his already rock solid dominance over the super-submissive nymphomaniac painslut of a mother.
“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” the exhausted teenager though to herself. “ANIMAL HAVE BECOME MORE BRUITAL THEN EVER! ONE WRONG TWIST AND MY BABY IS DONE FOR!”
Pinkie watched with fear and hope in her heart the as the perforation commenced while trying to ignore the terrible suffering that emanated from her ravaged uterus accompanied by the horrendous sting form the teenager's numb pulverized tit sacks. Both breasts were already in dark shades of black from the lack of circulation or deep blue spots where the savage beatings has taken place on the helpless mounts. She could not even comprehend how many metal shavings have embedded themselves since the cutting proceeded right next to her shredded breast meat, but it had to be close to 100 grams!
Suddenly both clamps snapped in unison, driving the whole dramatic moment to an anticlimactic ending. The baby tried to tear its tiny young larynx regardless, but Pinkie was not sure it was due to what has happened or the fact it still laid naked in a pool of warm engine oil. Two barbed piercings followed into the tiny holes after and got securely locked with a big heavy metal balls for extra tugging on the fetuses' nubs. Which did actually make the baby cry more, but nobody paid attention. Once done, Animal lifted the young daughter of Pinkie up in the air and declared:
- Let me hear it for our newest member of The Outlaws....- The man stopped mid sentence as he realized the tiny beings in his hands did not have a name yet. - What would her name be, Cindy?- he decided to ask her mother using her real name for the first time.
- OOOOAAAAHHH!! M.Y C.U.N.T!.... LET ME THINK, JEEZ, AAUUUUUUUU!!! THAT HIT THE SPOT! - the breast tied woman tried to sound smooth, while still crying in a crazy mix of agony and lust.
- UUUUUUUUFFFFF!!! - Pinkie delayed her answer some more, while weeping in pain each time the tattoo gun drilled too deep into her floppy womb.
- O MY GOD! MAAAAAH CEEEERVIIIX! - the last push of Zin really shook the suspended teenager's traumatized ovaries and caused the crazy painslut to squirt violently on him for the mp-tieth time today. …... PLEASE MISTER,TATTOO INKER, SIR, LET ME THINK FOR A SECOND !...HOW ABOUT SINTHYA??!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR!!! - the savagely treated tattooed punk finally managed to put a coherent suggestion, amidst her uterine onslaught.
- Pretty close to your real name. I like it slave. - Zin commented with a grin, while clutching the madly twitching cervix in order to tattoo a large red oval circle around of the poor birth bag's entrance.
“Whatever, it's your child” - Animal mumbled and lifted the crying tiny fetus back in the air.
- WELCOME our newest member of the Outlaws – Sinthya THE PIERCED!
Deafening roar echoed through the barn and caused the small girl to cry for her mommy even louder. But there was something that Pinkie could hear in the cries of her child, that sounded very familiar....Almost as if the baby enjoyed the attention..
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The night ends with the little baby Sintya calmly resting in the hand of her mother, still carrying the large barbed piercings stuck through her tiny underdeveloped nipples. The newborn girl fed hungrily off the violently mauled large tits of her masochistic parent and caused Pinkie to cry in a bliss of happy suffering.
This was simply because when the pain loving vixen was taken down from the hoist, first thing she asked was for her tight dog collar bindings to be removed for only half an hour. This has proven very difficult and painful to do indeed in the first place, since the leather have wielded itself so deep into Pinkie's tit skin and flesh after nearly a full day of supporting more then 100 kilograms of gyrating crazy nymphomaniac. Thanks to her powerful helpers however, the bloodied constrains were eventually detached from her destroyed boobs and left the shattered teats some much needed rest.
Only 30 minutes later however, the collars were put back in place as requested and soon after the masochistic teenager mother even demanded for new ones to be strapped super tight around the middle of her humongous pendulous double ZZ jugs “to help with the milking”. Hence that is why Pinkie now cried in anguish, while both of her pendulous breasts rested on her navel still all dark blue, yet squirting plenty of milk for her child through their roomy pierced nipple holes.
Later that night Animal decided to check on his slave and take down the savage bindings, since he saw that her bloated dying tits would clearly not survive such a brutal torture overnight. After he did just that, the bearded man laid down the exhausted dozing mother on a heap of hey and stepped back to admire her destroyed breasts.
Pinkie's current floppies, laying draped across her narrow chest and spilling onto the hay looked absolutely nothing like what she has started off almost one year ago. Both tit sacks were now all colored, long, saggy, bruised to no end and looked empty, defeated and totally eviscerated after so much loss of milk, saline and generally having beaten the living shit out of them. The sad pulps were also attached to deep streaks that ran far behind the teenager's back and left excess amount of skin to rest very low under her armpits.
Yet there still appeared to be some bounce left to the inked cow udders.. Perhaps thanks to the fact Pinkie was still very young and her body managed to recover what it could from the baggy breasts overnight? Or was it due to all the milk production the two saggers managed to yield, that somehow reinvigorated them and saved the two pin cushions from becoming a total wreckage?
“Well that and all those saline injections Pinkie regularly applies every day!” - the big man grinned under his beard.
“I should probably put back this too while I am here.” - he whispered to himself while suddenly spotting the red tattooed prolapse still hanging between the long pierced lips of the teenager. It looked so vulnerable – being all raw red, leaking and covered with plenty of disfigured images that probably even Zin couldn't recall what they were meant to be. There was a lot of blood dripping as well.
Animal carefully picked up the broken uterus and quickly shoved it back into the loose, slightly gaping vagina of the young mother. Pinkie did not even flinch, despite the fact every touch of her injured womb would cause any other normal woman to scream in pain.
But she was not a normal woman. She was Pinkie The Masochistic Goddess! She could take anything the Outlaws could dish out on her!
- MMM YES! - the young pervert rolled around in her dreamy sleep and unconsciously started to maul her right most brutalized breast. The poor tit wreckage was still bleeding from all those skewers brutally embedded in it earlier, yet the snoozing woman worsened it's deplorable state with her entranced actions by eventually moving on to twist it's extended nipples too. She mercilessly tugged on it until the poor lengthy bud turned while and stretched over 12 inches off her pulverized teat sack!
While this unintentional self-inflicted mutilation was unfolding in the real world, the vivid mind of the pain loving teenager dreamed of many new adventured, prepared for her poor breasts - one more cruel then the other. Only this time they all involved her youngest addition...
- AAHHH, LIFE IS GOOD! - Pinkie mused while drifting off in a deep blissful trance.
To be Continued.....