It was shocking that TinaKitten, as innocent and adorable as she was, would have an abode in this depraved establishment, but nonetheless her gloryhole was there, and comparatively massive, located near the heart of the auditorium. The structure was quite restrained compared to the surrounding ostentatious displays, mildly patterned with off-white and gray, it looked as if someone had dropped an office block into a red-light district. It even lacked the usual massive TV screens playing the streamer's content or livestream, its merest ornamentation being the bland signs declaring just who's gloryhole this really was. The only evidence that the structure was even occupied was the massive line coiling about it like a snake, all heading into the obvious entrance while a trickle of fans leave from what could only be the exit. With a resigned sigh you join the queue, and note that at least it does seem to be moving fairly quickly...
After half an hour spent boringly browsing your phone, you finally reach the portal leading into Tina's domain, and once inside, you find yourself in a small room filled with automatic kiosks. Fans were collecting slips of paper from the machines, before feeding them into a slot next to the sealed door leading deeper into the interior, the panels snapping violently shut behind each person to prevent more than one entering at a time. There was now at least some decoration: posters of Tinakitten peeking shyly around an opaque curtain, her curves written in shadow upon the purple fabric. Bemused, you patiently wait for a kiosk to open up before approaching it, a simple touchscreen with a slot for tickets as well as a large chute near the bottom. The cheerful text blurb on the screen asks for an exorbitant amount of tickets, as well as a fairly expansive rule sheet for your "free enjoyment session with TinaKitten* (*TinaKitten not always included)". A short list of options were also available to be selected: Oral, Doggy (Anal/Vaginal), or Missionary (Anal/Vaginal); naturally you chose the most romantic option, since that's how everyone should want to make love to the adorable streamer.
Most bizarrely, at the end there was a simple question asking if you enjoyed electric shocks, which did not make much sense until the slot at the bottom popped open and what could only be a shock collar tumbles out of the depths of the kiosk. This would explain why everyone seemed to be having a thing for collars, and here you thought Tina merely had an abundance of furry fans! With some hesitation, you fasten the collar around your neck, and the machine cheerfully chimes as you feed your tickets into it, before spitting out a length of paper with "C12" written upon it. You then join the awkward line leading to the entrance, everyone shuffling through the doors before they snap shut behind them, having proffered their slip to the scanner next to the entryway. Then it is your turn, and the screen merrily bleeps as you press your paper against, before you hurry through the portal before it hisses close behind you; and now you were in Tina's domain.
The difference between the exterior and interior was staggering. The lush interior was a stark contrast to the restrained lack of decorations outside, plush carpets devoured your shoes as you walked across them, purple and burgundy veils and draperies were suspended from the ceiling and tacked onto the walls, the lighting was dim, punctuated by braziers that exude a thick musky smoke into the air. What exposed surfaces remain are covered with erotic art of TinaKitten, indulging in depravities with lovers, her friends, even clones of herself, all pleasuring one another in ever more exotic ways as your eyes drink the paintings in. Worse yet was occurring on the plethora of small screens secreted about the decorations, all showing VODs of Tina or the perplexing variety of pornography she apparently was producing without anyone knowing. Moans and squeals reverberated around the cloistered interior, not all of them coming from the hidden speakers that must have been placed in odd niches, but from the couples engaging in loud and boisterous sex in the chamber ahead of you. A trickle of fans hurry past, guided by signs to various branching corridors or staircases, all of them intent on their destinations, and you are reminded of your own purpose here; with renewed lust, you discover the path you would have to take to reach "C12", and delve into the maze of Tina's Gloryhole.
You easily lose track of time as you wander through snaking halls of Tina's domain, getting lost in the cloistered, musk-filled passageways punctuated by niches filled with rutting couples. The female partner was always obscured behind silks, but all of them seemed to resemble TinaKitten, and the more you stumbled from sign to sign pointing you towards "Level C", the more you became convinced that it somehow really was her; bouncing between sex-cubbies. Something must be in the incense, because you start noticing the graffiti scrawled across many of the walls,
'Tina isn't real!'
'Tina IS real!'
'Came five times-'
'It's Tina it's Tina it's Tina'
'Seek the Center'
'Is it really Tina?'
'-in the middle guys'
'TinaTinaTinaTinaTina'
'Holy fukk I am tripping BALLSSSSSS'
'Thepasswordwhatsthepassword??'
Eventually, through the grace of Tina, you finally manage to shamble in front of the niche with a golden "C12" hammered into its arch, by now your mind was in a haze and you had a curiously insistent erection protruding from your pants. You could make out the outline of a waif-like girl through the diaphanous fabric hung in front of the opening, waiting seductively on the other end of the padded bench that extended through the opaque curtains. The girl looks up at you through the material, her face indistinct but familiar, her voice though... "So, what will it be?" TinaKitten's muffled voice floats up to you, "Anal in doggy huh? How romantic," You stagger in shock, it could not possibly be Tina, you had seen her behind every curtain, getting plowed in every way imaginable, and yet she just so happened to be behind your station as well? Your head aches as you struggle to comprehend what was going on, and you ask the simplest question imaginable to the person behind the curtain. Who laughs coquettishly, "Am I really Tina? Well that depends, what's the password?" You vaguely recall the graffiti that you had seen, the mad ravings and cheerful boasts of creampieing Tina, and gargle out the nugget of truth hidden with the dross. The girl shrugs, "Close enough! Yeah, I'm not Tina," and hand rises up and points behind you, "but she is," you whirl around and find a plain yet attractive girl pointing teasingly at you, who was distinctly not Tina, but when you turn back about to berate the other girl for her lies you find her waiting for you.
Tina smirks playfully at you from between the parted drapery, her perky breasts shimmering in the faux candlelight, her delicate nipples already engorged with arousal. Her smooth stomach led down to the sharp curve of her vulva, a hairless mound that heralded the pink hood that sheathed her clit; her slit teasingly obscured by her limber legs. You could barely think, barely breathe, Tina had been there the whole time! You lurch towards her, your brain pushing you to take your favorite streamer in mating press and flood her pussy with your seed until her womb is drowning in sperm, until an electric crackle around your neck pulses some sense back into you; or at least a little. Tina, noticing your intent, waggles a finger teasingly, "This is supposed to be a gloryhole, isn't it?" She bends over and scoots her petite ass through the diaphanous hangings, "And anyways, aren't you supposed to be focusing on something else...?" Tina was completely right, as you drink in the sight of her juicy asshole pouting up at you from between her tiny cheeks, her butt was so tiny it did not even obscure her holes; and you did have an appointment with her rearmost one... Your dick bulges obscenely in anticipation, your member so rigid it could pierce steel, you had never been this hard before.
TinaKitten's asshole takes your cock with surprising ease, which was a good thing since your brain was far too addled to remember lubricating, and she moans huskily as your meat fills her rear. You don't even remember clambering onto the padded bench behind her, you simply find yourself shoving your manhood into her warm hole and just continue. Tina's petite cheeks press against your crotch as you force yourself fully into her stifling depths, your balls squishing against the wetness of her pussy. You were ballsdeep inside Tina, the most adorable and sweetest streamer, your dick was defiling her guts, and you were about to use her innards like a disposable cock-sleeve. With a groan of release you do just that, working out your pent up lust for her in the most natural manner possible, remorselessly pounding away at her dainty rear while she squeals and quivers. Gripping her petite waist tightly, you relentlessly haul her slender body back against you like you would with a cheap toy, gasping as her walls grip you ever more tightly.
With Tina's coils strangling your already colossally erect member, your oncoming orgasm was as massive as it was unstoppable. Grunting, you tremble and nearly collapses as pleasure surge through your shaft and deep into the cavernous confines of her anus, each thrust like a Labor of Hercules as your amorous energy drains out from you like a spout. You are left shuddering, and when you finally are able to pull out a waterfall of creamy liquid pours out of Tina's gaping asshole, causing her to tremble as her ass palpitates weakly. She still seems to be quite energetic though as she turns about and points to your right, "So... round... two?" You glance slowly to where she indicated, and notice for the first time a miniature version of the kiosk from the entrance attached to one of the pillars of the arch, with a cheery message blinking on its screen 'CONTINUE?'. You glance down, are somewhat unsurprised to discover your manhood rising to the occasion once more, your cock's desire to be inside of Tina yet unslaked. So with a resigned smile you fumble several more tickets into the machine, and this time a far softer hole of TinaKitten's envelopes your throbbing member...