Dance With The Devil - "Iron Will" Ryota Vs. Jeanne Alfonso

Jeanne's sadistic appetite perked at seeing Ryota reluctantly accept the dismal fate he was about to be receive. He laughed softly, amused as the smaller boy wrapped his arms around the back of his neck in a pitiful attempt to brace himself for the incoming impact. He'd need more than that to save himself at this stage in the match.

Jeanne slammed his opponent down harshly, applying as much of his strength as possible to make certain that the sound of Ryota hitting the canvas echoed throughout the arena. He sat there with his opponent laid out to dry while Ryota's legs remained on his shoulders, until he unceremoniously brushed them away like dust onto the mat. Jeanne lifted his arms up and gave them a good stretch above with another lazy yawn, making sure to twist and flex his body in the most subtle of manners for the appreciation of the audience...and the barely stirring boy he had just punished.

Then, Jeanne took his sweet time getting to his feet. Bending over Ryota with a hand on his hip, he snatched up the battered boy's head and brought him to his thigh, arching his head back so that he was staring up at Jeanne, who was illuminated in the skylights over the ring. The half-incubus' smirk turned into a glower, his eyes narrowing. "Look alive, kitten! Aren't you going to show your master and our little audience what you're made of?" His lips twisted into an arrogant smirk, taking obvious delight in the boy's plight. "Or maybe you're simply too scared of me, hmm?~"

He didn't wait for an answer, because he could already tell that Ryota feared him. And he was going to cause that fear to intensify, as he grabbed the boy with both hands and hoisted him impressively into the air, lifting Ryota and hovering him over his back. Then, Jeanne would slam the boy across his back, before running his smooth and toned arms over his victim's neck and legs respectively. The half-incubus then began a steady rhythm of pain, as he tugged down hard on Ryota's body from both ends to stretch the boy across his back in a hellish torture rack! And he'd keep relieving the pressure, only to pull again and again until Ryota screamed himself hoarse!

Ryota was nothing more than a ragdoll, beaten down into a state of brief unconsciousness as he lay spread out from the powerbomb. If the referee were to check closely on the boy he probably could've called for the bell and ended the match, however Jeanne's terrifying form prevented him from going anywhere close, plus it looked like the half-incubus wasn't done having fun with him.

Ryota's eyes fluttered as his first vision that came to him was the bright light of the arena looking down at him. However, that light was soon blocked out and as his vision focused, the first thing he noticed was Jeanne's terrifying eyes looking at him. Listening to his opponent's tease of a question, the first emotion that came to Ryota was fear as his heartbeat increased and he stared up at him with wide eyes, feeling like a mouse who was cornered by a deadly cat.

His body too pained to hurt at this point, so he could only brace for the pain as Jeanne gripped the boy's body tightly before raising him directly in the air in a very impressive feat of strength, showing his broken form to the crowd before slamming him directly on to his muscular back!

Feeling Jeanne's muscular arms running smoothly up his legs and neck, for a brief moment Ryota was sent back into his dreams before, and the various visions filled his mind until suddenly the vision broke away, and a small pain dug into his back. The pain then suddenly began to increase more and more, and then Ryota screamed as loud as he could as suddenly Jeanne used all of his strength to bend him in the torture rack! Tears forming at the eyes, Ryota couldn't think straight as it felt like he was about to split in half, his screams being so loud that it would probably be heard from outside the arena!

The incubus wasn't done with the move however, as he varied the amount of pressure he put on the hold to keep Ryota awake and ensure he experiences the full duration of the move. He tried in vain to say "I give" to the referee, but his voice was so hoarse from his screaming that all that came out were small weakened moans, meaning he was stuck in this hold until Jeanne was finished with him. Ryota's comeback was destroyed, and at this point he was essentially the man's bitch.

Jeanne bent the boy over his back for all he was worth. Ryota's body was so flexible, so easy and fun to twist and turn as he desired. And the screams! That beautiful symphony of agony that sent chills down Jeanne's spine every time he tugged Ryota over his back! He wasn't going to allow his little kitten even a single moment of respite.

Ryota's throat became raspy and strained, the boy struggling to form even sounds, let alone protests or coherent sentences. What instead came were the most pitiful, simpering sounds. The sound of defeat, of one who had all but given up hope of prevailing and just wanted this nightmare to be over.

Unfortunately for the jobber, that decision wasn't down to him.

Jeanne felt the boy go limp in his hold, causing his eyebrows to rise in twisted amusement as he glanced over his shoulder at the now feeble Ryota. "Oh dear. Is our little kitten feeling exhausted? Hm, maybe we should think about tucking you in...but for now...~" Jeanne's face lit up with a mad grin. He raised Ryota off his shoulders, finally offering the boy mercy...but only for a split second. With a sadistic laugh, Jeanne fell to one knee and brought the jobber down, aiming to slam his already battered and bruised back across his knee!

The pain felt like it would never end for Ryota as Jeanne continued to proudly bend him in half, showing off his lean, smooth muscles as he did. The boy's voice was more than gone at this point, and his body had gone limp in the submission as the half-incubus continued to destroy what was left of him. Suddenly he stopped pulling however, and the few seconds Ryota had to regain what very little energy felt like heaven to him as he lay still, yet at least he could breath again.

Getting lifted into the sky, Ryota somehow managed to force some words out of his broken form. "Please.....Mercy...." He choked, when suddenly his body fell into a descent, before crashing directly on Jeanne's knee. Another small groan of pain escaped him as his already bruised back was gifted another wave of pain courtesy of Jeanne, and the boy lay broken across his knee as he looked up at his opponent, a defeated yet pleading look in his eyes.

There was little to nothing he could do, but Ryota showed what desperation and "Iron Will" he had left in him, as he forcibly placed his hand against Jeanne's muscular pecs and pushed himself off the man and back onto the mat before slowly crawling to the ropes. It was a brave effort, but one that would lead to nothing but pain.

Such a feeble and pathetic expression. It made Jeanne grin in twisted delight to see his opponent stare up at him. Ryota was helpless before the half-incubus, dependent on the actions and choices Jeanne felt appropriate for the jobber. One didn't need strings to dance to another's tune, and Jeanne was reveling in the cruel symphony he was crafting in the smaller boy's torment.

Despite all that punishment, his opponent still seemed to hold some small glimmer of hope that he'd actually be able to escape, let alone turn the tide of the match. Jeanne's eyebrows rose as Ryota shoved his hand against the demon's flesh to roll off his knee and to the canvas before edging along the floor like a wounded animal towards the ropes. Jeanne looked mildly intrigued at the action, rising back to his fall feet and placing a hand on his hip in a relaxed manner as he watched Ryota crawl.

"If nothing else, you're a determined little pussy cat." He complimented his opponent. "But there's a point where it stops being cute, and just becomes tragic instead." Stalking his fallen foe as Ryota grabbed hold of the ropes, Jeanne snagged him by the hair again.

"Here, looks like you could use a little help~" He said, danger lacing his voice, pulling the bottom rope back and lifting Ryota under it, but keeping the middle rope in front of him. That left the top rope, which he tugged behind the boy as he finally dragged him up...leaving him locked and limping in the ropes! Jeanne quirked his head to the side, a finger on his chin as he examined his trapped opponent. "My, you can't be going lazy now, kitten! These people came for a show, after all! Maybe we just need to get you stretching a bit?"

The last sentence was delivered with a wide grin and ominous tone, as Jeanne seized both of Ryota's wrists and tugged them backwards to stretch them painfully. But that wasn't all! The half-incubus lifted his boot and slammed it against the boy's back, pressing it hard while continuing to add extra pressure as he pulled Ryota's arms! All to the cheers of the audience, and the joy in Jeanne's cruel heart as he made his trapped opponent suffer even more!

All Ryota could think about was the pain he had been put through. Sure he had been put through the wringer before, but he had never been victimised in such a way before. The way Jeanne would torture him with various moves, and the effect he had on Ryota as he did so....it was something he had never experienced before. Either way, as the poor boy tried to crawl himself away from the terrifying succubus, he heard the man begin to pity him almost, and suddenly Ryota felt the man's fingers grip his white hair once more.

He was dragged over to the ropes he had tried to escape through, and suddenly he found his body being pulled up through the bottom rope...being pulled up behind the middle one...and finally in front of the top rope. The pained Ryota looked down at the horrendous trap he had been left in, his body was completely immobolised as his slim form was exposed to the crowd, the weakened expression on his face telling the entire story.

"I'll.....forfeit....AAH!" He murmured when suddenly his wrists began getting tugged painfully, and his chest began to stretch outwards as Jeanne didn't hold back, looking to pull him as much as possible. Ryota's situation was made oh so much worse when suddenly Jeanne's sharp boot planted itself harshly into his back, forcing another scream to escape the boy's lips. Tears forming at his eyes as his body stretched out further and further, he noticed the joyful crowd cheering at his predicament, and he closed his eyes in response, trying as hard as he could to withstand the hold.

"Mm?~ You'll have to speak up kitten, I didn't quite catch that." Jeanne smiled as his opponents screamed his lungs empty. He wore despair so well, it was almost remarkable. The half-incubus couldn't resist leaning forward, still maintaining pressure on Ryota's arms and back, before his tongue slithered out and sensually dragged over the boy's cheek. "Mmm, so delicious...so...mouthwatering!" Jeanne moaned into Ryota's ear, embarrassing the boy further. "I've enjoyed this main course, but I may just have room for dessert...~" He added teasingly, releasing one of Ryota's arms to gently run a thumb along the boy's jawline with his hand.

Still, the novelty of this move only lasted for so long. He lifted his foot off the boy's back and released his other arm, gently stroking Ryota's cheek as the audience cheered and even wolf whistled. "Hee hee, don't we make the cutest couple?~" Jeanne asked his delirious opponent, before lifting the ropes aside so he could pull Ryota free.

Not that the boy was any safer. Oh no, the finale of this little show was quickly approaching! With Ryota's back to him, Jeanne knelt down and wrapped an arm tight around his foe's waist, locking it with his other arm to hold the boy tight. Then, in another display of his formidable strength, Jeanne would lift Ryota straight through the air, arcing himself backwards to drop the boy down onto the canvas neck, head and shoulders first in a dizzying suplex maneuver!