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Pinkie hissed, "I LOVE KINK AND FETISH. "YOU’RE A MASOCHISTIC SEX NYMPHO SLUT, AREN’T YOU GIRL? A EXHIBITIONIST WHO WILL SACRIFICE YOUR BEAUTIFUL BODY FOR THE THRILL OF KINKY LUST AND PERVERSION, AREN’T YOU?" he demanded. "YES MASTER. AND THESE TITTIE GAMES REALLY GETS YOU OFF — DON’T THEY?" she challenged him. "I’LL BET THESE THE BIGGEST TITS YOU’VE EVER PUNISHED…AREN’T THEY?" she sassed as she pushed her tattooed tits into his greedy hands, as if daring him to find her new limit. "THEY’RE BIG BABIES, ALL RIGHT" he confirmed as he lifted her boob. "AND ALL THE BETTER TO PUNISH," he declared smeared another dose of hash oil on her poor hammered tits. "PLEASE LED ME TO THE DUNGEON MASTER," she requested as Tallesman applied the oil generously to her breasts. Her heart was now pounding at the thought of performing the SM dance and then a tit hanging for her master and his audience of sex deviates and perverts. With chains attached to her cunt rings and big nipple rings, Tallesman pulled Pinkie out by her huge bloated tits into the main isle of the Tattoo Mania Show and then mercilessly tugged her behind him as she stumbled through the rowdy crowd of bikers, tattoo freaks and gawkers. "PLEASE DON’T PULL TOO HARD OR I’LL TEAR OUT MY PUSSY RINGS," she warned as she slowly stepped one small footstep in teachers front of the other almost pigeon-toed as Tallesman helped her gain her balance as he led into the temporary dungeon theater. "SILENCE SLAVE!" he responded. "YOUR PAIN IS OUR PLEASURE." "YES MASTER," she responded with a gasp as he tugged her cunts lips harder. With over a hundred hungry men eagerly awaiting, Pinkie’s first dungeon show had high rafters and at least a hundred rowdy men surrounding a small wooden stage with spots flooding it in light. "JESUS, SHE’S CUTE," Pinkie overheard one man comment. "LOOK AT THOSE HUMONGOUS TITTIES," said another as she stepped slowly forward as Tallesman unhooked her chains. "AND LOOK AT ALL OF HER TATTOOS!" said another as he scanned up and down her tattooed leg, admiring her tattooed ass, pubic mound and the Hardcore bold flowers now gracing her heavenly breasts. It was a fantasy Cindy had had a hundred times. And now she’d done it. She’d transformed herself into Kinky Pinkie and she was performing in aîno holds" bondage show. And this was entirely her act. Her performance. In spite of all she’d done to entertain the Outlaws, she was scared. She wasn’t sure how far she’d go. Her mind was spinning and full of lust as she took in a deep breath, poised herself and then stepped gracefully one foot in front of the other in her teetering high heels … savoring the moment as she made grand entrance. "AND NOW, FOR YOUR indian EROTIC PLEASURE, I PRESENT MISS KINKY PINKIE, OUR SEXY PUNK PRINCESS OF PAIN AND PUNISHMENT" announced the MC as the nineten year tenage temptress swaggered into the crowded smoke-filled room with her blue hair spiked high, and her sparkling make-up. "THIS BUXOM BEAUTY ORIGINALLY HAILS FROM INDIANA. BUT TONIGHT, AS A TATTOO MANIA EXCLUSIVE, OUR EXOTIC NUDE, LEWD AND TATTOOED CUTIE IS GOING TO PUT ON AN EROTIC DANCE SHOW — FOR YOUR PERVERTED PLEASURE!" he swooned into the microphone. But no doubt about it, Pinkie loved being a sex goddess. The center of every man’s attention as she sauntered down the isle, pausing to turn her slender ankles and shake her cute tattooed ass for the men’s hungry eyes and flashing cameras under the bright spot lights. She felt so sexy, wearing only spiked wrist and ankle cuffs, pussy garters, and a black leather-studded slave collar. If some of her Indiana high school friends and teachers could only see her now, she thought to herself, they would never believe it was the same Cindy Strobe. She had become a bondage bimbo on steroids! He looks at it for a couple of seconds before placing his soft tiny hand in mine. Not wanting to cum as soon as we got there I found the remote controls and turned teachers them both up to full and left them there until we’d both cum. “It's twins,” said Dr. Miller. By the time we left that party, my ego was through the roof. “And who’s fault is that?” Mo asked indignantly as she stood up and Hardcore followed Jessica out of the ice room. In the morning I noticed a small red spot, like a pimple forming, but I couldn't feel a core under the skin. This is sounding more and more like what it is: A 10+ year commitment. When I asked that, I thought it was strictly for my own benefit, I have learned that I'm not the only person that has benefitted." “I will not doubt,” I swore indian to her. To discharge his cruel plans to abduct her Then I'll do anything you want."