The Hero & The Horror - Iria Terina vs Eri Nakajima

[Talimaya]

Iria didn't know how far her body could bend in a hold like this. Yet despite the pain, she wouldn't try to tap out or to shout her surrender. Not that she was sure anyone would hear her. Her face was wedged right into Eri's rear, pushed in as deep as she could get by the tight and painful embrace of the move she was being subjected to. She couldn't tell what was going on really at this point. Her head was spinning, and everything felt hazy as she strived to endure the hold as best she could. A hero wouldn't give up yet! Not that there were many thoughts of heroism left in her head. Just desire and warmth from the pleasure she'd faced so far in this match.

Feeling those hips shake against her face, Iria could only respond with another light kiss before the hold was suddenly released. Her body collapsed to the mat as she was flooded with relief as she gasped for breath. While she enjoyed it and wished she could, she wasn't able to endure an infinite amount of pain. But for now at least she could recover. She heard shouting and screaming, some of it coming from the crowd. The rest... from her opponent? She was too out of it to really know what was going on as she lay there in a heap.

The reprieve was not meant to last though. She was already starting to push herself up onto her hands and knees when Eri spoke to her. Lifting her head to look at her, Eri's face was bright red at that commanding tone, and seeing Eri lick her fingers. It might take her a bit longer than she would like, but she didn't give up in pushing up to her feet. Stumbling forward a few steps once she was up, she finally caught herself and then began to sway on her feet. She could have charged forward to fight back. But the thought of Eri pressuring her more, pummeling her and overwhelming her in the ring...

They weren't very heroic thoughts, but Iria was too turned on at this point to care.

[Misfit_Alien]

Eri's legs were shaky, to say the least. She was really relying on the nearby ropes to keep herself propped up for the moment. she couldn't quite move as quickly and efficiently as before, but she could still put Iria through a myriad of pleasurable pain. She just needed a moment to take a breather...so when Iria was struggling to get up, she took that moment to rest while teasing her all the while, mocking her for how pathetic she appeared because of how slow she was to get back up onto her own two feet. "Wow you really ARE just a pathetic little slowpoke...but heyyy...at least you're still standing~" She said, secretly cheering for Iria in the back of her head, she couldn't WAIT to see her lovely hero stand back up and ready herself.

"Now now now...what to do with you, I can see that fiery look in your eye...but it's not a look of anger or vengeance-seeking, no...those eyes are full of passion, aren't they?" She teased, strolling by Iria and walking around her. "A passion that involves seeking something like THIS." She said, abruptly changing her tone as she quickly grabbed hold of Iria's wrist, dragging her closer and pulling her into a rough Knee Strike aimed right at her gut. She hit her again...and again...and again...relentlessly attacking her until she could barely stand again.

She would grab hold of Iria's shoulder next, and hoist her up onto her own shoulders for what seemed to be a Fireman's Carry. However, she didn't stop there as she took step after step, pacing herself and taking her sweet, sweet time like the villain she was...she held Iria up and set her up for a Gorilla Press, lifting her high into the air, showing off that she still had PLENTY of fight left in her. "Alrighty then, hero...let's just see how passionate you are after you've taken THIS." She said, then DROPPING Iria onto the top turnbuckle stomach-first, once more targeting that slim tummy.

[Talimaya]

It was the perfect time for Iria to try to turn things around. Her opponent was looking unsteady after letting her arousal get the better of her. Of course it didn't matter at this point. The swaying as she struggled to just stay standing was making it quite evident that Iria was pretty much dead on her feet. That it was sheer stubbornness that kept her up, rather than any real capability to continue and fight back. The taunting was certainly enough to make her blush, her face wasn't already quite red. Eri certainly seemed to see right through her heroic side and to the deep desires that she had.

Having her opponent walk around her made her think she should try to bring her arms up, to give some kind of illusion that she was trying to still fight. But her arms felt quite heavy, and truly the only desire she had was one that made her smile at Eri's words. A smile she couldn't help. "Yes..." She barely whispered the word right before her wrist was pulled and she was brought once more into a rough knee strike. As before it barely got any resistance as it sank deep into her belly. If it wasn't for her outfit, everyone would likely see her entire stomach quite red from the punishment. Even starting to bruise a bit.

Over and over that knee sank deep into her, driving the air out of her lungs. It kept her from moaning out loud at least. A feeling that Iria never wanted to end. But her body wasn't able to keep up with her desire, and her knees were buckling underneath her before too long.

At least Eri didn't intend to let her just collapse. She was lifted up, her body slack in her opponent's grasp. The Nightmare didn't have to contend with any struggling as she carried Iria to the corner. And then she was being lifted up higher. Her eyes went wide, a look that might have been mistaken for surprise or fear. If not for the smile that still hadn't left her face.

Down she came, stomach first onto the turnbuckle and the unforgiving cable that connected to the ring post. She folded over it nicely before her body arched up, legs weakly kicking as she writhes there. The pain felt so good, it was making her desire only grow more. But her body collapsed, eyes starting to roll back in her head. She was fighting to keep from passing out to such a great feeling. And her arousal was making her wet, staining her outfit between her legs.

[Misfit_Alien]

Eri grinned maliciously, seeing Iria's reaction to everything as she merely looked down upon her. From the very moment that she stepped into this ring, Iria was finished...after all that damage she had endured to her tummy, she wouldn't last much longer. Eri knew that. She relished in that fact...soon she'd have her lovely hero broken in two before the crowd, inflicting TRUE horror upon them all after easily dominating their so-called 'HEROINE'. Even though she had herself a bit of a spill when she came slightly, it didn't deter her...a simple climax wouldn't keep her down for long.

Iria knew that fact too, especially given how she just stood around waiting for Eri to approach her again, giving in to the chaotic Nightmare's will. Was it mind control, was the hero being enslaved to become a lowly thrall of the Nightmare? Or maybe...the hero was fighting fair? Was she secretly showing the crowd her good nature and golden heart by not attacking an opponent when they were down and...occupied...was she still in this match despite having suffered so much damage prior to this point?! Was there hope of a potential comeback from the Heroine Iria that would lead to the jaw-dropping downfall of the Nightmare Eri!?!?

None of those things would be the truth, however. Only Iria and Eri knew the truth of the situation...they were both indulging themselves in what they loved the most. Iria with her unyielding lust for having her belly being driven and caved in and Eri for that amazing rush of adrenaline and arousal that she got from power fantasies like this...however to both of them, this was no fantasy. It was a dream come true...

After the Gorilla Press, Eri looked over to Iria, checking on the woman's condition. She was probably beginning to feel incredibly pained in her stomach. It was just about the only region Eri was really attacking during the course of this whole one-sided 'match'...if you could even call it that. She had to keep up appearances but she was beginning to get a little worried about her precious heroine. The realization came to her that, if she broke, how would she have fun with her in the future? Who would she play with down the line? Who would be the foolish heroine that would try and stop her!? She had begun to grow far too accustomed and desiring of Iria. She NEEDED more of her...but she couldn't run the risk of hurting her too much. She exited the ring and stole a microphone from the announcer's desk, walking back over to the ring and standing on the apron, slipping back inside and going over to Iria's position.

She would yank Iria's head up by her hair, being less forceful and a little more gentle for Iria's sake but still looking as vicious and vile as ever as she held her there. "Alright hero~...you can go and give up now, you're far too damaged for me to play with any longer...at least, I can't get as rough with you." She said, whispering in her ear and giving her cheek a soft kiss. "I can still play with you ALL NIGHT LONG if that's what you want." She said, then speaking up after whispering for the last time. "So come on hero...tell this WHOLE CROWD what you want. Tell them that you can't go on anymore...tell them that the NIGHTMARE has beaten you...TELL THEM....that YOU....QUIT...."

[Talimaya]

There was no doubt in her mind that this match was done. Even if Eri continued the punishment, Iria couldn't last through any more of it. Her body just hung over the cable in the corner. It was digging so much into her sore belly, it made her want to just moan and writhe. There was no strength left in her though to do any of that. She was just gasping for breath, waiting for whatever Eri had planned next for her.

Both of them were enjoying there roles quite a bit. Especially since it allowed them to get away with turning what some might have expected to be a match where the heroine fights long and hard and triumphs over evil, into one where the both of them could barely contain their lust. Of course Iria couldn't even think straight about it anymore. The rough treatment had taken its toll on her, leaving her a ragdoll to be tossed around and played with.

It felt like she had been hanging there for ages in the corner when Eri finally grabbed ahold of her hair. The look on her face told it all. No matter what came out of her mouth, she was done for. A bit of drool was running from the corner of her mouth now, certainly devoid of the 'Proud Heroine' appearance she'd entered the ring as. And while Iria looked like there was a chance she didn't know what was going on anymore, she did at least know that there was a microphone for her to speak into. To voice her surrender. And the kiss on the cheek let her know that the demand for her to surrender was coming.

Once the mic was in front of her, Iria's mouth was opening and closing a bit, looking like a fish gasping and struggling for air. For a moment the worry that she might be beyond even giving up and that things perhaps had gone to far was certainly a real thought. But then a groan of pain slipped past her lips as she slowly began to nod her head.

"C.can't... continue. Its too much. I'm sorry everyone..." It was a pause as she gasped for breath, struggling to get the words out. And if Eri hadn't been holding her head up, she would have just slumped completely in the corner. As much as part of her still wanted more of everything that Eri could dish out, the rest of her just couldn't continue.

"I... Quit..."

And it wasn't like anyone would doubt that she sounded just as defeated as she looked. Iria certainly did sound like she could barely croak out her surrender at this point. And with her submission verbalized for everyone, the bell would finally ring to signal the end of the match. An end that left quite a lot of people speechless. So many had been cheering for her to win and overcome this horror she'd stepped into the ring with. But instead, she'd just been utterly demolished right before their eyes.

[Misfit_Alien]

After Iria had said those words, her fiendish opponent smiled with glee, blushing and cackling madly as the bell rang, calling out her as the winner while also stating that the weakened, finished, defeated, PATHETIC hero Iria Terina had spoken the humiliating words to the crowd that adored her and cheered for her so. The hero...THEIR hero...had fallen to the likes of chaos and the 'Abyss'...Eri cackled with a demonic and psychotic tone to her cruel and twisted laughter, mocking Iria and softly slapping her cheek a few times before ripping the microphone away from her.

"That's RIGHT everyone...you're PRECIOUS, DARLING, AND NOW BEATEN hero Iria has failed each and every single one of you brainless peons...THIS is the woman you cheered for? Hah!!! What a bunch of pathetic losers, ALL OF YOU...she couldn't measure up and neither can you...if she can't succeed, how would ANY of you be able to do anything in your lives? Darkness reigns, chaos spreads, and now that I have this sad excuse of a HERO in my demonic clutches..." She giggled, getting all jittery as she helped Iria up, soon placing a purple dog collar with skull decals on it around her neck.

"THE ABYSS...FEEDS." She roared, slamming the microphone down and dragging Iria down looking like she was about to take a chunk out of the woman's neck as she went to 'bite' her...in reality, she gave her neck a little nibble and a kiss before locking lips with her gently and secretly making sure that Iria was okay as the crowd booed her...not that she cared, she was focused on Iria's health and safety...she had to make sure her weakling hero was okay. She was gonna make sure that her new PRISONER was gonna be well taken care of...she never had a POW before...her first time, what an achievement!!! Now for a full twenty-four hours, she had such a poor excuse of a hero wrapped around her finger, collared, and fully subservient to her will...Life was sweet for the sour, wicked Nightmare...