Tina's Stalker
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I really, really like Tina Armstrong. I also really like Ryona and Guro and all manner of delicious domination and humiliation. Naturally, I decided to put two and two together and write a story involving my favorite DOA girl.
I stumbled across this forum a couple months back and read a few of the stories posted here. I was itching to write something of my own, but I didn't really have any ideas at the time. Now, my mind's ripe with all sorts of unsavory, borderline batshit insane ideas, so I figured it was high time to get to writing.
I already have a vague outline of how the story's going to go in my head --- the bulk of the narration will be from the first person perspective in the past tense. Why first person? Because I'm a perverted bastard who likes to insert delusional and unstable manifestations of myself into the middle of twisted fantasies whenever the opportunity presents itself. Why past tense? Huehuehuehue...I, erm...well, I dunno. Just a gimmick to build up some inconsequential sense of suspense or whatever, I suppose.
Also, be warned...this story is going to get very dark. You have been warned!
The first chapter, which is all I have done at the moment, will contain only minor Ryona, humiliation, and molestation. This is just to get the ball rolling - from the second chapter onward (which I should have time to write within a day or two), things will really start to ramp up. Srsly.
I can say with absolute certainty that the last chapter, as I currently envision it, will be nothing short of merciless. If, for example, an FBI agent or some NSA dude stumbled across the last chapter at some point in the future, they would surely say something along the lines of "yeah, this guy's definitely a serial killer". I'm talking about extreme levels of ryona, hardcore incestual rape, necrophilia, guro, etcetera. It's-a gonna be messy, so make sure your body is ready. There's a reason the title of this demented tale is "The Tragic Fate of Tina Armstrong".
Of course, I completely understand that the aforementioned content is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. I respect that, and that's why I'm going to the trouble of putting this warning here beforehand. There's going to be plenty of ryona and sexy goodness leading up to the last chapter, so even if the depraved debauchery of the final installment proves to be too much to handle, I sincerely hope you can derive some level of enjoyment from the other chapters.
Now then! Enough of this long-winded disclaimer - on to the story!
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CHAPTER ONE - FALL FROM GRACE
Tina Armstrong was losing her touch.
I wasn’t sure if anyone else could really tell - but I certainly could. To the undiscerning eye, she looked in many ways the same as she had just over a year ago, at what was arguably the peak of her career. But as I zoomed in with my camera from my front row seat, recording every bit of the exhibition match between Tina and her father in excruciating detail, the bright lights illuminating the stage of the revamped D.W.A coliseum brought all her little imperfections out into the open. The year and a half following her announcement of running for State Governor at the end of the last tournament had taken its toll on her formerly intensive daily training regimen, as made evident by the slight jiggle that rippled her once rock-hard stomach and the almost tumultuous manner in which her thick thighs and notably fatter ass bounced, wobbled, and shook. The skimpy outfit she was fighting in - a glorified bikini fashioned after the American flag - certainly didn’t distract any attention away from the legendary fighter’s embarrassing bounciness.
I could see the strain that wracked her body written plainly on her face, her expression twisted into something between frustration and hopelessness as Bass locked her in a fierce bear hug from behind, pinning the blonde bombshell tightly to his heavily muscled torso, her back arching in an almost erotic fashion as she squirmed in her daddy’s painful embrace. She grunted and gasped for air as she wiggled helplessly in his unrelenting grip, her eyes growing dim as her breath came out in jagged, shallow chunks, mascara starting to drip down her flushed, wet face as the sheer volume of perspiration that coated her skin like a shining coat of oil proved too much to handle.
Her tits, barely confined by the too-tight top as they were, sloppy with sweat and bruised just like the rest of her, popped free from the confines of the bikini top adorned with stripes on one side and stars on the other, the straps snapping as her torso was pushed forward from the pressure, appearing almost distended. The broken top fluttered pitifully to the ground, though Tina seemed far too preoccupied with remaining conscious and took no notice of her nearly nude appearance. Her heaving breasts bounced and jiggled restlessly along with the rest of her body, the humiliation of her entire physical form serving as the pinnacle of the night’s entertainment as the stadium burst into perverse cheering, lights flashing all throughout the stands as many an eager spectator took the opportunity to snap pictures. Tina’s eyes, wet with tears at this point, rolled up high as if to stare into the base of her skull, her tongue slipping lazily from her parted lips as she began to lose consciousness, her resistance grinding to a halt completely as a slow strand of saliva dangled from her lips and stuck itself neatly between her lewd cleavage and slowly dribbled down her midriff.
Bass finally seemed to take note of his daughter’s predicament and quickly released her from his grip, her disgraced body limply crashing to the ground next to her fallen top, leaving her face-down in a compromising position. Her plump, sweaty, jiggling ass swayed for a brief moment as she remained motionless, well over half of the once renowned wrestler’s butt crack hanging out in the open, the bikini bottom having slipped further down her rear during her struggle. Her father posed valiantly, laughing deeply as he crudely placed a foot down upon his daughter’s backside, causing her shapely ass to jiggle and twitch as he thrust a fist into the air enthusiastically, drawing raucous cheering from the crowd as he loomed over his utterly defeated daughter.
I chose that moment to stop recording, slowly lowering my camera as I stared into the ring, eyes focused on Tina.
I didn’t care if she’d grown soft. I’d been a fan from the very beginning, and as the years went by, the admiration I held for the beautiful wrestler had blossomed into something else...some would argue that I was obsessed. Maybe I was. But I knew in my heart…
Tina and I were destined to be together.
After a few minutes, the crowd began to disperse, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. Bass had left the ring, and Tina was left behind, her breathing slow and ragged as she remained mostly motionless, groaning quietly every now and then as she attempted to pick herself up only to fall back down. Since she had fallen so close to the edge of the ring, a number of brazen fans went up to the humiliated beauty and took pictures, some going as far as to reach into the ring - since the match was over, the electric shock programmed into the ropes had been shut off, so there was no danger of electrocution - and grope the starlet. Some squeezed her exposed tits or pulled on her nipples, while another held her face up and squeezed her by the cheeks, snapping pictures and laughing as her lips puckered lazily in response to the tight grip on her face. Others who passed her by reached in to squeeze, smack, or otherwise grope her ass; one elderly man went as far as sliding his finger along her exposed, sweaty ass crack and leaning down in front of her as he probed the finger into her mouth, grinning deviously as she was forced to taste her own ‘flavor’ in front of the lecherous old man. He then yanked her forward by the hair, mashed her face up against the ropes, and leaned in to kiss and suck hungrily at her lips for a few moments before casually getting up and walking away, dropping her back down like a discarded condom filled to the brim with filth and no longer fit for use. I could do nothing but stare on with disdain as Tina...my Tina...suffered at the hands of these degenerates.
Tina simply stared emptily at the ground throughout all the harassment with no reaction, her spirit broken from the harrowing defeat. Or maybe she was too far gone to even realize the perverse abuse she had endured. As I drew closer, I felt nothing but pity for the poor girl whom I had admired and desired for so long...seeing her like this wasn’t right.
I remember, at that time, that I wanted to yell at the perverts who made light of her defeat. I remember feeling confused - why wasn’t anyone helping her? Why were these people allowed to violate her so casually without consequence? Back then, it didn’t dawn on me just how little the people cared for Tina after the debacle that was her run for office. She had long since fallen from public grace, and I had been too wrapped up in my own ambitions to realize. Campaigning for the position of state governor had been a PR nightmare for the girl, and the cruel reality of the world came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave. The exhibition match that night had been designed as a platform to elevate Tina back into the public sphere and re-ignite her wrestling career in a last ditch effort to salvage her prospects, but within the first minutes of the match it was painfully obvious just how far she had fallen. She hadn’t been able to land a single hit on her father.
But when all was said and done, I didn’t care how anyone else felt about Tina. All that mattered was how I felt about her.
And I loved her.
I knew it in my heart. Watching her from afar for so long had assured me of this...and I knew that that night was my one and only chance to act.
I remember, as I drew in closer, my heart hammered in my chest so hard that I felt as though I would pass out with every encroaching step. I remember it seemed to stop for an eternity as she slowly raised her eyes as I approached, looking up at me, gazing into my eyes with an unknowable sort of emptiness, waiting. She had looked at no one else, yet she raised her eyes to meet my own.
If that wasn’t fate, I don’t know what else it could have been.
I gulped, then smiled kindly, shakily bringing a hand down and nudging it slowly through the ropes to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes. Gently. Reassuringly. Or at least, I thought so. Maybe she saw me as nothing more than another pervert, back then. “Ms. Armstrong...would you like any help?”
If I had known how it all would end after that first meeting, would I have still gone up to her on that night?
I can’t help but feel as though I doomed her. Maybe I did. Maybe it was simply the cruel hand of fate.
Whatever it was, in the end...I got what I wanted, didn’t I?
I’m not so sure anymore.
TO BE CONTINUED
I stumbled across this forum a couple months back and read a few of the stories posted here. I was itching to write something of my own, but I didn't really have any ideas at the time. Now, my mind's ripe with all sorts of unsavory, borderline batshit insane ideas, so I figured it was high time to get to writing.
I already have a vague outline of how the story's going to go in my head --- the bulk of the narration will be from the first person perspective in the past tense. Why first person? Because I'm a perverted bastard who likes to insert delusional and unstable manifestations of myself into the middle of twisted fantasies whenever the opportunity presents itself. Why past tense? Huehuehuehue...I, erm...well, I dunno. Just a gimmick to build up some inconsequential sense of suspense or whatever, I suppose.
Also, be warned...this story is going to get very dark. You have been warned!
The first chapter, which is all I have done at the moment, will contain only minor Ryona, humiliation, and molestation. This is just to get the ball rolling - from the second chapter onward (which I should have time to write within a day or two), things will really start to ramp up. Srsly.
I can say with absolute certainty that the last chapter, as I currently envision it, will be nothing short of merciless. If, for example, an FBI agent or some NSA dude stumbled across the last chapter at some point in the future, they would surely say something along the lines of "yeah, this guy's definitely a serial killer". I'm talking about extreme levels of ryona, hardcore incestual rape, necrophilia, guro, etcetera. It's-a gonna be messy, so make sure your body is ready. There's a reason the title of this demented tale is "The Tragic Fate of Tina Armstrong".
Of course, I completely understand that the aforementioned content is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. I respect that, and that's why I'm going to the trouble of putting this warning here beforehand. There's going to be plenty of ryona and sexy goodness leading up to the last chapter, so even if the depraved debauchery of the final installment proves to be too much to handle, I sincerely hope you can derive some level of enjoyment from the other chapters.
Now then! Enough of this long-winded disclaimer - on to the story!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CHAPTER ONE - FALL FROM GRACE
Tina Armstrong was losing her touch.
I wasn’t sure if anyone else could really tell - but I certainly could. To the undiscerning eye, she looked in many ways the same as she had just over a year ago, at what was arguably the peak of her career. But as I zoomed in with my camera from my front row seat, recording every bit of the exhibition match between Tina and her father in excruciating detail, the bright lights illuminating the stage of the revamped D.W.A coliseum brought all her little imperfections out into the open. The year and a half following her announcement of running for State Governor at the end of the last tournament had taken its toll on her formerly intensive daily training regimen, as made evident by the slight jiggle that rippled her once rock-hard stomach and the almost tumultuous manner in which her thick thighs and notably fatter ass bounced, wobbled, and shook. The skimpy outfit she was fighting in - a glorified bikini fashioned after the American flag - certainly didn’t distract any attention away from the legendary fighter’s embarrassing bounciness.
I could see the strain that wracked her body written plainly on her face, her expression twisted into something between frustration and hopelessness as Bass locked her in a fierce bear hug from behind, pinning the blonde bombshell tightly to his heavily muscled torso, her back arching in an almost erotic fashion as she squirmed in her daddy’s painful embrace. She grunted and gasped for air as she wiggled helplessly in his unrelenting grip, her eyes growing dim as her breath came out in jagged, shallow chunks, mascara starting to drip down her flushed, wet face as the sheer volume of perspiration that coated her skin like a shining coat of oil proved too much to handle.
Her tits, barely confined by the too-tight top as they were, sloppy with sweat and bruised just like the rest of her, popped free from the confines of the bikini top adorned with stripes on one side and stars on the other, the straps snapping as her torso was pushed forward from the pressure, appearing almost distended. The broken top fluttered pitifully to the ground, though Tina seemed far too preoccupied with remaining conscious and took no notice of her nearly nude appearance. Her heaving breasts bounced and jiggled restlessly along with the rest of her body, the humiliation of her entire physical form serving as the pinnacle of the night’s entertainment as the stadium burst into perverse cheering, lights flashing all throughout the stands as many an eager spectator took the opportunity to snap pictures. Tina’s eyes, wet with tears at this point, rolled up high as if to stare into the base of her skull, her tongue slipping lazily from her parted lips as she began to lose consciousness, her resistance grinding to a halt completely as a slow strand of saliva dangled from her lips and stuck itself neatly between her lewd cleavage and slowly dribbled down her midriff.
Bass finally seemed to take note of his daughter’s predicament and quickly released her from his grip, her disgraced body limply crashing to the ground next to her fallen top, leaving her face-down in a compromising position. Her plump, sweaty, jiggling ass swayed for a brief moment as she remained motionless, well over half of the once renowned wrestler’s butt crack hanging out in the open, the bikini bottom having slipped further down her rear during her struggle. Her father posed valiantly, laughing deeply as he crudely placed a foot down upon his daughter’s backside, causing her shapely ass to jiggle and twitch as he thrust a fist into the air enthusiastically, drawing raucous cheering from the crowd as he loomed over his utterly defeated daughter.
I chose that moment to stop recording, slowly lowering my camera as I stared into the ring, eyes focused on Tina.
I didn’t care if she’d grown soft. I’d been a fan from the very beginning, and as the years went by, the admiration I held for the beautiful wrestler had blossomed into something else...some would argue that I was obsessed. Maybe I was. But I knew in my heart…
Tina and I were destined to be together.
After a few minutes, the crowd began to disperse, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. Bass had left the ring, and Tina was left behind, her breathing slow and ragged as she remained mostly motionless, groaning quietly every now and then as she attempted to pick herself up only to fall back down. Since she had fallen so close to the edge of the ring, a number of brazen fans went up to the humiliated beauty and took pictures, some going as far as to reach into the ring - since the match was over, the electric shock programmed into the ropes had been shut off, so there was no danger of electrocution - and grope the starlet. Some squeezed her exposed tits or pulled on her nipples, while another held her face up and squeezed her by the cheeks, snapping pictures and laughing as her lips puckered lazily in response to the tight grip on her face. Others who passed her by reached in to squeeze, smack, or otherwise grope her ass; one elderly man went as far as sliding his finger along her exposed, sweaty ass crack and leaning down in front of her as he probed the finger into her mouth, grinning deviously as she was forced to taste her own ‘flavor’ in front of the lecherous old man. He then yanked her forward by the hair, mashed her face up against the ropes, and leaned in to kiss and suck hungrily at her lips for a few moments before casually getting up and walking away, dropping her back down like a discarded condom filled to the brim with filth and no longer fit for use. I could do nothing but stare on with disdain as Tina...my Tina...suffered at the hands of these degenerates.
Tina simply stared emptily at the ground throughout all the harassment with no reaction, her spirit broken from the harrowing defeat. Or maybe she was too far gone to even realize the perverse abuse she had endured. As I drew closer, I felt nothing but pity for the poor girl whom I had admired and desired for so long...seeing her like this wasn’t right.
I remember, at that time, that I wanted to yell at the perverts who made light of her defeat. I remember feeling confused - why wasn’t anyone helping her? Why were these people allowed to violate her so casually without consequence? Back then, it didn’t dawn on me just how little the people cared for Tina after the debacle that was her run for office. She had long since fallen from public grace, and I had been too wrapped up in my own ambitions to realize. Campaigning for the position of state governor had been a PR nightmare for the girl, and the cruel reality of the world came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave. The exhibition match that night had been designed as a platform to elevate Tina back into the public sphere and re-ignite her wrestling career in a last ditch effort to salvage her prospects, but within the first minutes of the match it was painfully obvious just how far she had fallen. She hadn’t been able to land a single hit on her father.
But when all was said and done, I didn’t care how anyone else felt about Tina. All that mattered was how I felt about her.
And I loved her.
I knew it in my heart. Watching her from afar for so long had assured me of this...and I knew that that night was my one and only chance to act.
I remember, as I drew in closer, my heart hammered in my chest so hard that I felt as though I would pass out with every encroaching step. I remember it seemed to stop for an eternity as she slowly raised her eyes as I approached, looking up at me, gazing into my eyes with an unknowable sort of emptiness, waiting. She had looked at no one else, yet she raised her eyes to meet my own.
If that wasn’t fate, I don’t know what else it could have been.
I gulped, then smiled kindly, shakily bringing a hand down and nudging it slowly through the ropes to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes. Gently. Reassuringly. Or at least, I thought so. Maybe she saw me as nothing more than another pervert, back then. “Ms. Armstrong...would you like any help?”
If I had known how it all would end after that first meeting, would I have still gone up to her on that night?
I can’t help but feel as though I doomed her. Maybe I did. Maybe it was simply the cruel hand of fate.
Whatever it was, in the end...I got what I wanted, didn’t I?
I’m not so sure anymore.
TO BE CONTINUED
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