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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 shuddered in complete submission, from clenching toes to trembling lips, a degrading aheagao expression etched across her beautiful country-girl countenance, her small pink tongue hanged loosely against her small chin, her crystal blue eyes rolled up in their sockets. Every inch of the Texan’s gym sculpted body was dripping in sweat, beads rolled in rivulets off the lush undersides of Tina’s triple-D tits, and gleamed on every toned ridge of her prone figure.
Rig knew Tina was barely aware of her surroundings now, resting on her svelte back with her muscular thighs spread out at random when Rig had dumped them into the canvas. Now his dark irises were almost hypnotized by Tina’s taut coral pink nipples beaded with perspiration, her silver dollar sized aureoles were an attractive shade of peach. The Southern wrestler’s incredible bronzed breasts swelled out from her chest with almost perfect tear-drop shapes, even without the support of her bra. Groaning with lust, Rig reached up across and took two rough handfuls of her huge mammaries, the sweat-damp smooth bronzed flesh bulged out between his groping digits. He landed a hard slap on Tina’s luscious side-boob and watched the resulting ripple across the surface of her malleable over-abundant flesh.
Tina’s brow furrowed. “No… that’s not fair coach, don’t do that…”, she murmured softly, sounding like the pretentious teenager he had first met. Tina turned her head a few inches to one side in her slumber and gasped as Rig increased his salacious manhandling of her perfect tits. Strands of drool dripped down onto her lush cleavage. Resting his foot-long thick cock along her heavenly cleavage, Rig pressed his palms against her tits and squeezed them together, forming a hot tunnel of bronzed flesh that enveloped his girth in an overabundance of breast-flesh. Rig began to pump his hips back and forth between Tina’s rippling tits, with jerky thrusts. Catching Tina’s perky pink nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and twisted them cruelly, Rig then teased them with rolling motions, he them pulled them together and pinched her other nipple with his middle and ring finger of the same hand. Now both of Tina’s elongated breasts were being pulled back and forth with a single hand, using her nipples as handholds.
When the Texan’s lips lolled out open in an attractive way, displaying her pearly white teeth and the hot wet pink interior of her mouth. Rig’s cock was large enough that he could see the head pop above Tina’s sun-bronzed cleavage, gleaming from the sweat that had collected along the valley of her breasts. Over a foot-long of male virility was steadily fucking Tina’s tits. All the while Rig’s roughly playing with her nipples made Tina’s lips pout in unwanted arousal. Lining up his cock up with Tina’s enticingly open red glossed lips, Rig reached over with his free hand and bunched up a rough fistful of Tina’s glossy blonde hair, and slowly to maximize his pleasure, pushed himself into the hot wet interior of her salivating mouth. The Texan gagged piteously in her still slumbering state as he jarringly pumped his thick shaft past her tonsils, and then curled down into her tight esophagus. Tina’s fingers clenched up, the sleek musculature in her arms were tensing up, as he traced his gaze along with each muscle group as they stood out. She was moaning weakly too, as he pushed his cock further and further down gullet. Tina was gurgling and retching as his cock rubbed and stretched the interior walls of her throat, however, Rig just kept on pushing. Even when gag-tears began to stream down her cheeks, he didn’t relent until he was all the way down her clenching throat.
Rig could literally see his massive cock bulging out the slender walls of Tina’s neck, it was only when he had forced her to swallow a foot of his girth did Rig begin to extract his gleaming cock in one smooth motion. As he pulled free, messy strands of Tina’s bubbly throat-saliva bowed out from her pouting lips, only to plaster against her chin and neck. The wrestler gasped in a few breaths of desperately needed oxygen.
Rig let go of his fistful of blonde tresses, allowing Tina’s head to thump back down onto the canvas and giving her a better opportunity to breathe. She collapsed into a fit of glottal spluttering as her conscious mind slowly began to return to her oxygen-deprived body, as Rig took a two-handed grip on Tina’s generous bronzed tits. He flexed his hips and intentionally squeezed more air from her lungs, even as Tina struggled to breathe in. Her hooter-girl face looked even more of a disgrace now; globules of saliva dribbled over her chin and down her neck, tears streaked their way down from her gleaming sapphire-blue eyes, beads of sweat gleamed on her smooth forehead and on her chin.
Soon enough, the Canadian started to thrust back and forth along the now-slippery valley of her bulging cleavage, stopping occasionally to slap the lush undersides of her breasts. Rig twisted her aureoles around, painfully pinching her erect nipples even harder. The sensation of Tina’s jiggling sumptuous boobs was driving him mad, the warmth of her glistening cleavage that surrounded his cock with firm tenderness and yielding malleability, the sloppy-wet youthful skin slick with sweat and other lubricious fluids was almost as enjoyable as pounding her upraised ass.
After barely two minutes of this pleasurable torture, Rig felt his cybernetic hips shudder, as he spurted several thick lances of scalding cum onto her already gleaming chest. He admired the way the gooey slug dribbled down in heavy dollops of her chin and nestled in the valley between her breasts just made his balls ache even more.
Standing up, Rig then stepped over and turned his body, so now his torso was facing her head. Tina’s body was gleaming with strands of cum and dripping with sweat, her gym-chiseled abs twitched in reflexive spasms, her thick muscular thighs trembled, and her long legs were spread haphazardly across the wrestling canvas mat. Her full rounded tits rested high and firm on her chest, glistening dribbles of sweat and cum mingled together as they trickled over the teardrop shapes and dripped off her impressive underboob. Honey-blonde bangs were plastered to her forehead, her glossy lips pouted out. Tina’s eyelids flickered as she slowly awakened from her consciousness slumber, her blurry blue eyes widening in anxiousness as Rig loomed over her prone form.
Kneeling down he hooked his muscular arm around her slender throat. Rig made sure that Tina’s neck was squeezed tight in a North-south chokehold, with her head crushed against the side of his body adjacent to the toned bicep encircling Tina’s neck, giving little to no movement in Rig’s inescapable hold. As he stood up, instead of sprawling his hips, he used his expert taekwondo to lift Tina along with him, this caused the Texan’s spine to bend back at an unnatural angle as her entire body was contorted.
Rig was able to see every inch of her striated abs stretched out in an attractive arch, her thick thigh muscles trembled as her supple calves strained, they were bent at the knees, Tina desperately stamped her legs on the canvas to release some of the pressure on her painfully bent spine. Glistening saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth as Tina’s powerful thigh muscles jiggled as she repeatedly stamped onto the canvas, the ledge under her bubble-like ass-cheeks tightened up in a defined crease from her unnatural contortion. Grinning with undisguised lust, he pressed his free hand down against her washboard abs. Groaning at the flexing musculature of the wrestler’s incredible level of flexibility, trailing his fingers along the indentations between her firm abs, the sensation of her striated six-pack clenching with unrivaled suppleness.
“Gnghnaa! S-stop touching me you bastard!”, Tina demanded, an undertone of breathlessness made her Texan drawl even more attractive than usual. Above, Tina’s full triple-D cup tits still clung firm to her chest even in the increasingly uncomfortable chokehold and had begun to tremble from growing lactic acid build-up. The way they bulged slightly to the side of her chest, displaying the naturalness of her incredible rack, gave Rig a clear view of her sun-bronzed cleavage. Her perfectly formed breasts were pushed down against Rig’s flexing bicep as her upper torso was bent back sharply, her coral-pink nipples brushed enticingly up against the black ink of his tattoos as Tina gasped and moaned, struggling pointlessly to free herself.
“AAAHHH!!”, Tina screamed out in shock when Rig’s fingers curled into and fist and slammed down into her belly, crushing her waist down.
“UNGH!”, Tina squealed and squirmed in his grasp, unable to escape his North-south chokehold, baring her teeth as a pink handprint bloomed on her firm abs.
Flexing his forearm until the statuesque wrestler gurgled pathetically. The hold forced Tina to arch her spine in a downward curve, thrusting up her belly, as her upper torso was bent back. Her graceful throat was locked in the indent of his elbow, the cords were squeezed tight enough to reduce her vision to a blur, yet enough blood reached her brain to understand the peril of her position. A position that seemed to invite punishment to her striated abdominals. Rig proceeded to pound his muscular fist down onto Tina’s bare belly over and over again, unleashing every last drop of desire and loathing he had for the twenty-four-year-old Texan as she gasped, shuddered, and struggled against him.
After almost ten minutes of constant abuse, the muscles in his forearm was aching with exertion. Tina was now almost unrecognizable as the formidable and statuesque world-class wrestler, gasping weakly for breath and sobbing piteously, nearly every inch of toned feminine musculature was trembling. Tina’s cheeks were flushed and contorted out of shape against Rig’s flexing massive bicep muscle, her punished belly aglow with gleaming red bruise the size of Rig’s fist in the center of her shuddering abs.
*THUD!*
Tina’s body impacted loudly down onto the ring’s canvas mat, her sculpted curves jiggling with lush malleability, every ounce of strength had been slowly sapped from her body over the course of the almost two-hour-long wrestling match. Even with Tina displaying every sign of utter exhaustion, she still was aware of her surroundings and was completely stunned by how her father’s long-time old friend had turned on her and how easily he had subdued her. Rig watched delighted, as thick bronzed heart-shaped ass-cheeks bounced. He saw her lush triple-D cup teardrop breasts jiggle around, high and proud, upon her chest.
Bending down, he wrapped his calloused fingers around her slender ankles and slowly pulled them out either side of her waist, Tina swallowed nervously as she peered up at Rig looming over her defenseless body. Worse than he could see single intimate detail of her lusciously muscled body. While Tina was attempting to mentally prepare herself for whatever her sadistic opponent had for her, Rig was leering over the well-muscled thickness of her tensing thighs, raking his eyes over her toned quads and hams as they flexed with impressive strength under her flawless bronzed skin that gleamed with layers of sweat. The way that Tina’s thick heart-shaped ass bulged out against the canvas was borderline obscene, a line of drool almost fell unbidden as he watched her flaring athletic hips squirm from side to side as they curved out below her slim waist like an hourglass
Soon enough, Tina was groaning with pain as her muscular thighs were stretched out. Her bare sleek pussy mound was deliciously framed between taut tendons and cords. Rig could even hear the creaking of joints as Tina’s legs began to tremble and twitch from the forced splits. The Canadian wrestler watched her sapphire blue irises widen as her head rolled back in a howl of pain. Shoulder length blonde locks plastered sweaty to Tina’s country-girl face.
Gasps and moans came unbidden from Tina’s glossy lips as her hips audibly creaked, her thighs were pushed almost to their limit, until her ankles touched the canvas on each side. Even with the excellent shape she was in, Tina was certain that she could only keep up this position for a few minutes until extricating cramps would flare across her thick thigh muscles.
“Remember Tina, all you have to do is tap out. Three quick little taps on the canvas and all this can stop. Look at them Tina, they're getting bored”, Rig spoke down to her straining figure.
He was right she realized, most of the balding generally obese businessmen were leaving their plush leather recliners and shuffle from the wrestling ring, the large wall-mounted monitor that had displayed close up shots of lush sun-bronzed bulging side-boob gleaming with countless beads of perspiration that collected in squashed cleavage and dripped off tautly erect bubble-gum pink nipples. Before zooming into a profile of her thick thigh muscles straining helplessly as Rig pulled them apart, the lens focusing on her bare sleek pussy lips with the expanse of her thick bubble-like buttocks trembling beneath.
Tina had occasionally caught sight of her own formidable body stretched across the screen as Rig applied a various combination of exhausting submission holds and painful chokes and locks, yet every time her sapphire irises glanced up she could feel her cheeks colouring with intense embarrassment. The idea of exposing herself naked to a group of utterly unappealing men appalled the wrestler. Tina had done several photoshoots in several outfits of revealing cowgirl themes in a number of provocative poses, the most brazen had been on the front page of Muscle & Fitness magazine a few years ago, where the Texan posed in a half turn. Tina had modeled topless, much to the chagrin of her father, which incidentally had been the main reason for her modeling in the first place, she had made sure the full bronzed expanse of her triple-D cup right side-boob was caught by the camera. She remembered the look on the photographer’s face when he saw her bare tits for the first time, her nipples covered by a sleek forearm. The photo was snapped while she was pulling up a tight-fitting pair of daisy dukes up over the thick curves of her heart-shaped ass-cheeks, she seemed to remember. Beads of sweat had gleamed across her dimpled lower back as the belt-line was digging a deep indentation into her thick ass-cheeks. Making them bulge out above it in an attractive manner. But now with her thighs spread wide apart and every intimate part of her much-lusted for body was open for anyone to inspect to their own salacious desire.
“Nrrrgggaa! Oh my ghod!”, Tina cried out as Rig reaffirmed his grip on her thickly muscled thighs, relishing her flawless bronze complexion and the subtly shifting cords of twitching quads. Tina had to brace her palms down against the canvas mat, her well-defined arms clenched with toned muscle as she lifted her torso up slightly, indirectly thrusting up her natural especially full breasts into the air. She had too, just to relieve some of the pressure being exerted on her trembling hips and cramped up thighs.
After a few more minutes of having her thighs pulled apart by Rig’s seemingly inexhaustible strength and stamina, all the while Tina gasped and moaned as excoriating cramps flared up and down her legs. Tina’s palms had been weakly slapping down onto the ring’s canvas for the last minute, the statuesque wrestler’s strength had been steadily sapped throughout her fights.
“Urgh!”, Tina grunted as Rig released his grip and allowed her sleeky muscled thighs to collapse onto the mat with a loud thud, droplets of sweat sprayed off in every direction. Her well-defined shoulders impacted hard onto the canvas as her arms lost their grip as every ounce of her will to fight had left her. Tina’s tits jiggled, their luscious firm flesh clearly visible as they bounced firm and proud on her chest, a glistening layer of perspiration gave her cleavage a sheen. Her slim washboard abs flexed as her body relaxed in utter malleability. Now Tina’s blonde tresses were plastered to her forehead and the back of her neck with perspiration, rivulets of sweat dribbled down her beautiful country-girl face, stinging her blue eyes.
Rig climbed to his feet, admiring his handiwork; Tina looked completely exhausted, sweat gleamed on every curve. He grinned as Tina’s small palm continued to slap the mat desperately. “Good girl, I knew you could do it, hmm? Just a few little taps to stop all the suffering”, Rig smirked down at the once-formidable world-class pro-wrestler.
Tina’s moaned unintelligibly, humiliation coloured her cheeks and her embarrassment flared deep in her belly, making her feel sick and disgusted with her own weak will. Yet the punishment was over, she told herself, Rig would have no more reason to manhandle her. Tina Armstrong was barely aware of her surrounding now, her reasoning dimmed by fatigue and pain.
Glancing up, Rig saw that all of the views had long since left their seats, the fine refreshments they had been provided with been consumed. All that was left were two rows of comfortable red leather recliners with deep indents and stains, every one of the twenty chairs was now left in shadow as a few of the overhead halogen light switched off. Even the massive wall-mounted monitor was unused, it now only displaying a static blue-screen with a line of text informing of disconnection.
“Best get you moving now, I know a girl that is just dying to see you again”, Rig’s Canadian accent was thick with the effort of lifting the semi-conscious body of Tina into the air.
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