Lady Phantom vs Ataru (complete)

Covered in... much more than just mere shame, Ataru's state of mind was shifting between deep humiliation and helpless anger.

"N-Ngrrhh... n-no submitting...", the boy would groan between clenched teet, wiping his own semen off with his forearm as she finally would let go of him. Lady Phantom's demoralizing taunt had, paradoxally injected some additional fighting spirit into the boy.

But at the same time, having been milked to the last drop had drained most of his physical energy too, leaving poor Ataru too weak to get free from Lady Phantom's pinning, no matter how hard he tried.

"Tch..." Lady Phantom clicked her tongue in slight annoyance before she released him completely and gave him a shoving kick to the butt. "Well, don't blame me for what happened then..."

The masked girl wasn't about to cut the boy any slack, though. She would walk around Ataru and roll him over, so she could sit across him and try to tangle their legs together. Lady Phantom was planning to torture her victim with a figure four leg lock next, using her strong legs to squeeze Ataru's own to try getting a submission from him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, kid!"

"A-Argh....!". After proving herself as a mercyless dominatrix, Lady Phantom seemed now willing to show her technical skills as a wrestler too... always at Ataru's expense of course.

Twitching from pain at his knee joints, Ataru would try a way to react: helped part by the rush of adrenaline and the will of revenge given by the recent humiliation received, the boy would start to fight back, swinging side to side until he would hopefully managed to roll both of them into facing down.
If successful, the figure four leglock would still remain applied, but the pressure was now going to be painfully applied on Lady Phantom's legs too.

"You like this better? Seems like I was being too nice to you, no?" taunted Lady Phantom as she squeezed Ataru's legs.

That seemed to get to the boy because he started fighting back and began to roll them over. The masked girl yelped and grimaced as her hold was now turned against her, but she was about to teach Ataru about his place. Using her physical advantage, Lady Phantom would attempt to reverse their position to how it started, before one of her legs would push forward to step on his boyhood.

"Oh no, you don't!"

Ataru's counter maneuvre had been a good one... until it had been reversed by Lady Phantom's major strenght. Rolled back into the starting position, the poor boy was now in an even more troubled situation with her leg pressing onto his groin.

"U-Unghh...!". Subjected to this additional torture, Ataru's resistence would be softened allowing Lady Phantom to squeeze and wrench his legs as much as she liked. The boy's arms were flailing around ineffectively, and he was clearly ont he verge of submitting... but the real question was if Lady Phantom would acknowledge his submission and let him go away with just that.

Lady Phantom was starting to grow a bit impatient at her opponent's stubbornness. Was this guy a big masochist or something? Well, she didn't have a problem to really break him. In fact, his refusal to submit made her amplified her squeezing, giving the boy no quarter this time. If she had to break a leg or two in order to win, then so be it.

"A-Aaaghh... s-stop.. stop please...!!!", Ataru would scream in desperate pain feling the unbearable squezing pressure threatening to break his legs.

Then, he would lift himself into a sitting position and, by pure instinct, did something that he himself would not expect by himself: throw a right punch straight into Lady Phantom's forehead.

Even in case that surprising strike could make her interrupt her vicious submission, Ataru would still remain down on the mats, his legs barely usable for now. Not very good news for him.

His pleading brought a little smile to the masked lady's face, but instead of getting a submission, Lady Phantom somehow got a punch to her forehead instead. She slumped backwards, her lock on his legs loosened, before it eventually released altogether. Lady Phantom slowly crawled back before she sat up, holding her forehead and glaring at Ataru. That just done it.

"You're making this worse for yourself..." she hissed while getting up.

The silver haired girl stood up and went for Ataru again, reaching for his legs to turn him over again before she shifted herself to face away from him. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, Lady Phantom would attempt to lock her victim in a Scorpion Deathlock in order to really torture the boy now. Fuck his submission. He's going to leave this place crawling.

"Take this!"

Turned onto his belly and maneuvred into a vicious scorpion deathlock, Ataru would flail and squirm to no avail, too late realizing how much of a bad idea that punch to his forehead had been.

"U-Unghhh... p-please pleas no... I'm sorry...!!!! Urghh..!!". The poor boy tried to slither towards the rope, twist himself or anything, but he just could not budge Lady Phantom from her vantage position and the pain to his already softened back and legs was soon unbearable.

"Urghh... I...I... I give.... !", he would finally admit, but was Lady Phantom going to let him go just with that?

"What was that?" Lady Phantom played deaf as she kept tightening the lock every time Ataru tried to move away. "I think I heard a pig squealing... Probably just my imagination..."

She did let go of the boy's legs, only to let him flop down to the mat so she could sit on his back next. The masked girl would subject her victim to a Camel Clutch this time since she felt she's done enough with Ataru's legs. Could have gone worse, but the boy did yell his submission, which she took as a sign of his resignation.

"Hyaahh!"