"I don't fucking think so," you say with a smirk and turn to leave, but I grab you by your arm and swing you around. "Hey let go of me your pr--" Smack! Before you can finish your sentence I slap you hard across your face. You look surprised and angry. At one point you look like you're going to hit back but then you see the look in my eyes, look around and decide not to. "Look, my colleagues know I'm here," you say, your voice trembling with anger, "if anything happens to me they'll know. I'm out of here and if you--" Smack! Another slap across your face. This time you almost fall down, and a guy grabs your arms from behind. You panik and begin to struggle, but it's useless as I come over and grab the front of your dress. I grin when I see that disgusted look of yours as the back of my hand touch the soft skin of your tits. "You think you're hot, huh, cunt?" I say, "well you're nothing but a piece of meat to us!" With these words I rip the front of your dress open, and your tits spring free.

The crowd cheer when your large, firm tits are exposed, and I grab them. This makes you struggle even harder, but that turns out to be a stupid move, as it only makes me squeeze your tits real hard, like I'm going to crush them. You cry out in pain but I keep squeezing them, pulling them up. With the guy holding your arms, you feel like I'm going to tear your tits off you.