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Wanted Dead or Alive	By : Unaplicable Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 5958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tina’s hands trembled with indignation. She felt her features flush in embarrassment, a deep pinkish countenance bloomed across her cheeks, her sapphire blue eyes glared up at the crowd around her. The Texan’s fingers hooking the waistband of her black PVC pants, and slowly dragged the plastic material down over her thick ass-cheeks, the plastic peeled off her flawless bronzed skin with an audible hiss. The blonde was surprised with the amount of resistance her vacuumed packed pants gave, her sculpted muscular legs had become sweaty during the match and Tina had to flex her toned upper arms to pull the plastic down over the upper curvature of her ass-cheeks. It reminded Tina of her surfing trips, and peeling off a soaked wetsuit in a Florida waterpark.
It took a few more tugs to pull her pants down over the ledge where Tina’s thick rounded ass-cheeks pushed down into muscular thighs, which flexed as she leaned over to pull her pants down past her slender toned calves.
Tina stood back up, tall and proud, her full natural triple-D cups breasts jiggled as she straightened up, her perky pink nipples had tautened up in the cool area air. Her striated washboard abs flexed. Even without tensing, the crowd to see the lines of muscular that divided her midsection and the firm outline of Tina’s six-pack. When she flexed, her amazon-like abs hardened to sculpted abdominals that rippled with power.
She stood tall with her legs straightened, and her palms braced against her lower back and arched her spine, pushing out her ass. Allowing the cameras in the area to catch almost every angle of Tina’s rounded bronzed butt, giving the crowd of drooling businessmen a mouthwatering close-up. Tina had always been repulsed at the idea of subjecting herself to these jeering middle-aged men, yet she decided to give the men a show that would haunt their dreams until their dying day. Tina moved her hands over the curve of her ass-cheeks and cupped a glute in each palm, she slowly pulled them apart, displaying the tender pale hue of her ass-cleavage. While at the same time winking and pouting her red-glossed lips in a sensual kiss.
The air in the wrestling area had grown still, every pair of male eyes were fixed on Tina’s sculpted buttocks, beads of sweat gleaming on her lower back and muscular upper thighs. The Texan then proceeded to tightened her grip and relax her ass, aware she had the businessmen’s’ full attention, she then lifted her thick ass-cheeks and gave them all a clear view of her pussy mound barely covered by her black thong.
“You’ve been waving that ass in my face for years. I’ve been friends with your thick-necked father for years, watching you strut about. But now it’s payback”, the voice was sharp as Tina span round to see the speaker.
“R-rig!?”Tina spluttered in shock.
She recognised the buzz cut brown hair, the monochrome ink tattoos that covered his muscular arms, and the old scar that divided his right eyebrow that gave an asymmetric look to his piercing brown irises. Tina noticed a new cut that divided his left cheek, between his Caucasian complexion a hint of metal was just noticeable. Rig wore his baggy stone-washed jeans, with wristbands and belt on his right hip. He was shirtless as well, Tina had a clear view of his chiselled muscular torso, his model-like athletic abdominals and bulging pectoral muscles. Board muscular shoulders complemented his exceptionally voluminous muscular arms.
But before she could even ask what he was doing here, Rig took one confident stride towards her, so their bodies were only a few feet apart, and as quick as a flash landed a powerful upper cut directly into Tina Armstrong’s solar plexus. The blonde collapsed to her knees in a fit of coughing, gasping desperately for air.
The punch bounced off her washboard abs, however, it came as an utter surprise and slammed all of the breath from her lungs.
“The hell you doin’, Rig?!” Tina yelled in-between of panting, a pinkish knuckle print bloomed on her sculpted feminine six-pack. “Y’all may supposed to be my friend”
“Friend?” Rig’s Canadian accent was as clear as a Texan blue sky. “I never liked you. You redneck, blonde bimbo. Always prancing about with your bone-headed father, behaving like a fucking whore and safe knowing that no one would dare touch daddy’s precious little guy. But dad’s not here now, is he?”
Tina glared daggers up at Rig’s mocking grin up from the canvas floor. She had always found Rig to have a laid-back outlook, good friends with her father. Almost too friendly. Perhaps it had all been a lie. Her father had given him the nickname “Rig” after meeting him on that oil platform, Tina didn’t even know his real name, and she had always known him as “Rig”. Had he been bottling up this hatred for the whole time? Rig had always supported her in every decision, even her choice to become state governor, all to her father’s chagrin. It was just a ruse to set her and Bass against one another. He had become close to Christie, Tina had always thought that had been purely for convenience, but it was something more.
“I knowed you for a lair soon as I seen you, always too friendly” Tina’s anger in her voice was clear. “All them times you met dad, the joy never reached them brown eyes, huh?” Tina asked rhetorically.
Tina had collapsed to her hands and knees, which allowed Rig to see how perfect her thick heart-shaped glutes and hourglass hips truly were. Rig could also see her magnificently toned shoulders and upper back flex as she glared up at him, her neck straining, her glossy blonde bangs framing Tina’s beautiful oval country-girl face.
Before the Texan could regain her stance, Rig’s large hand shot down and wrapped around her graceful throat and lifted Tina high into the air. Displaying almost inhuman strength, Rig lifted the 123 lbs blonde wrestler off her feet, his wide biceps flexing with ease. Tina dangled helplessly. Her fingers scratched in vain at Rig’s wrist, they looked childlike compared to his large palm, and Rig’s fingers almost encircled the wrestler’s neck. As she dangled, Tina's full DDD-cup tits bulging over the cups of her American flag bikini top. The taekwondo practitioner had an eyeful of the glistening bronzed expanse of Tina’s cleavage.
Her striated abs tensed, her thick muscular thighs flexed reflexively, as Rig curled his fingers into a fist and began to repeatability punch her washboard abs.
Rig used his free hand to repeatability punish her belly, slamming his fist into any vulnerable parts of Tina's torso that he could find with punishing right uppercuts. The Canadian wrestler targeted her kidneys, intestines, and spleen with ruthless efficiency, making sure to deny the blonde wrestler a moment of respite. Every fifth punch, Rig would land one hard uppercut onto Tina’s bladder, making her squirm and thighs tremble.
“GLUURCKK!!” was the extent of Tina's follow up jibe, an eruption of clear drool spraying out from her mouth as her eyes rolled back in their sockets, revealing their whites. Her 37" triple-D cup breasts jiggled with each impact, her lush bronzed cleavage rippling, rivulets of sweat ran over her bubble-gum pink nipples.
Tina had always abhorred showing any sign of weakness to her rival in the ring, she had always done her best to remain impassive towards her opponent’s skill, however, the inhuman power of Rig's fists pounding into her torso at an exhausting pace felt like a hard lumps of iron pulverising the wrestler's belly almost more than she could take.
It wasn’t until a fine sheen of perspiration had gathered along the striated lines of Tina’s abs in beads did Rig stop is assault, his light-brown eyes tracing their muscular contours, admiring halogen lights gleamed of her six-pack.
“Huh, always wanted to do this Tina” Rig remarked, as he began to stroke Tina’s beautiful sculpted striated belly.
“Ungh. Don’t touch me you bastard!” Tina growled as Rig molested the slim and sculpture of her perfect amazonian torso. His fingers tracing the limber transverse abdominus, of Tina’s ripped waist. Rig grinded his digits hard against her rectus abdominis, testing the bedrock of Tina’s belly, and finding that he could barely push an inch into her stomach with her tensing up.
Rig moved his free hand up against Tina’s barely covered pussy mound, grinding his palm into her petal soft inner thighs. Shifting his centre of balance and affirming his grip, he lifted Tina’s body into a more horizontal position. Tina immediately realised what Rig was about to do, and understandably freaked out.
“N-no!” Tina demanded anxiously, “Rig! *Haah*, you ain’t have to do this!”
In one swift move, Rig slammed Tina’s 5’8” figure down onto the canvas.
“UUUNNNNNGGHHH!!”, Tina cried out in anguish as Rig drove her body into the canvas, almost knocking her out cold with a crushing, slam.
Her vision blurred, her memory blanked, and stars exploded behind her eyes. She felt her stomach sink as she trembled weakly on the canvas, with Rig towering over her, who flipped her over onto her front with his foot. Rig took a few moments before proceeding with the match to admire Tina’s huge bronzed tits, even without her PVC bra to support them, the wrestler’s sumptuous breasts still swelled out from her chest with perfect tear-drop contours, glistening with perspiration. Rig was almost mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of Tina’s glorious rack, as the blonde panted from her ordeal. It took all of Rig’s willpower to tear his eyes away from her gleaming dollar-sized nipples and continue with the match.
Rig lowered his right knee down onto the small of Tina’s back and grasp hold of her slender toned left calve muscle, just above her ankle. His other hand wrapped around her neck, and tighten his grip.
“Nghhh-gllh?!”, Tina gurgled pathetically. Her beautiful sapphire-blue eyes widened with panic when Rig pulled her head up from the canvas, while simultaneously bending her left leg up and back towards himself. Rig was slowly bending her each end of her weakened body back towards himself.
“N-no! Rig don’t! Na-ahh!” Tina squealed, and on instinct, grabbed at his fingers and desperately attempted to pry them away from her throat, her other hand pressed against her deepening small of the back. Even Tina’s world famous strength wasn’t enough to pull away Rig’s grasp at all. She couldn’t understand it, she had dominated her rivals in all her matches so far, and she had spent years honing her body to the point of epicurean perfection. Yet it seemed like Rig was able overpower her without even breaking a sweat, it was utterly humiliating to the usually indomitable twenty-four year old.
“Ahhh!” Tina yelped when Rig, in a sadistic effort to worsen her already perilous situation, hooked his hand underneath her chin and pulled back, while pulling her left leg up even higher. Resulting Tina’s spine bending like a bow in an excruciating angle of over ninety degrees.
As Tina panted and cried, Rig took the opportunity to admire at the sculpted muscle he found flexing across the sun-bronzed backs of her thigh and calf. His eyes drank in her washboard six-pack abs, which still retained their feminine slim curve, Rig’s lust only increased as the indentations lining her perfect abs flexed as they were crushed into the canvas. Tina’s thick heart-shaped ass-cheeks tensed bubble-like, showing not a hint of overhang. As her hard glutes tensed, it made her bronzed cheeks to ripple in response.
When Rig pushed down harder with his knee and lifted with his hands, Tina’s right leg kicked out in frustration, like a teenage girl tantrum. Her thigh muscles shuddered. Rig moved his gaze up to feast his cold light-brown eyes on her breasts. Lactic acidic was making Tina Armstrong’s triple-Ds’ tremble, clinging to her chest seemingly refusing to obey gravity.
Rig made a mental note to see just how malleable Tina’s twin tear-drop mummeries.
“Just tap out”, Rig said in a low voice, so only she could hear him. “I’m leaving the decision in your hands, do you understand? When the suffering and the humiliation becomes too much for you. All you have to do is tap out, and I’ll end this”
“Ugh, damnit! Why shoulda even believe you?!”
“You have no reason to”, Rig admitted. “But if you don’t I’ll just keep on rag-dolling you around like a weak little bitch…”
Rig pulled back sharply to emphasize his point, her thighs splayed out haphazardly, her quadriceps and hamstrings flexed. Tina screamed as her body was bent back almost too more than she could take. Rig suddenly dropped Tina to the canvas, with a loud impact, sweat spraying off as her prone curves rippled.
Rig then positioned his rigid cock bulge lengthways along the valley of Tina’s bubbly ass-cleavage, savouring the feel of the Texan’s sculpted powerful glutes tense and tremble around his hard cock.    The Canadian wrestler began grinding his cock slowly back and forth between her sculpted glutes, hot-dogging the Texan’s warm, plump buttocks as they tensed up and squeezed his shaft pleasurably between them. As Rig was enjoying himself, Tina was testing the true size and length of his cock, and with a shudder of dismay, she realised it was over a foot in length. Her buttocks pressed tight around his massive shaft, even with Tina’s thick rounded ass-cheeks she still couldn’t feel the end of Rig’s oversized cock.
I think I’m in big trouble
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