Emilia Hawthorne vs Ataru Toranami (complete)

With the girl temporarily stunned, Ataru thought he had Emilia for a moment, but he was wrong, as she soon proved by breaking the preparation of his signature hold and taking grab of his head, while captivating his eyes into her strangely cold yet flirtaceous, deadly yet mesmerizing gaze.

"Well that was the idea, honestlunghh...!!!". The first headbutt would sting like hell, leaving Ataru slightly offguard. He had a good reaction to the second strike coming, bracing himself and tilting his forehead down so that both contenders were going to feel the painful clash of heads.

Nonetheless, Ataru was still going to feel the effects of the Silver Scorpion's attack, as he staggered a couple of steps backwards, until he was stopped by the ropes bouncing behind him. Not a good thing, because he could not escape backwards now.

Emi winced from the recoil of the second headbutt, her head throbbing with the beat of a loud hand banging a drum obnoxiously. Ataru had been wise enough to prepare for that one, but the first strike had caught him unaware and dealt enough of a sting. Inwardly, the female smirked as the tide turned back into her favour. Though, she reminded herself that it always had been in her favour. Ataru's little rebellion had barely gotten him anywhere, and she was going to make certain he paid for it.

"Boys like you aren't meant to have ideas, Ataru." Emilia mockingly reprimanded him, as if she was scolding a small child while he laid against the ropes. She sauntered across the ring, regaining her confident composure as she took his right arm with both of her hands...but not before she leaned forward close to his face with a dangerous smile. “"The only reason you're standing in the same ring as me is to dance to whatever strings I pull on you. And now for the next act~"

Drawing her strength to her arms and bracing her heels hard to the ground, Emilia pressed her body against Ataru while gripping his arm to tug him away from the ropes and yank him forward. She aimed to whip his body towards one of the turnbuckles, sending his back crashing as he spun with enough force that he would then slump to the ground in a seated position. If she was able to achieve this, Emilia would face opposite from Ataru and bend her knees while gripping the ropes, priming herself for her next move.

But was she going to crash her hip against her poor victim again? Of course not. Emilia hated repeating techniques and avoided it where she could. She had something more delicious in mind, a way to truly humiliate the prey she was ensnaring throughout this match. A small smirk would grace her lips as she suddenly darted towards Ataru to the roars of the audience, leaping through the air. Her legs would snake out to either side of Ataru's head, her smooth thighs pressing against the boy's skull, slamming her hips onto Ataru's chest in a Bronco Buster as she rode him in a degrading manner while laughing sadistically.

"Umff...we'll see about that Emilia-san... I didn't come here to be your puppe...woahhh...!". Ataru would try to resist being pulled by the arm, wanting to plant his feet and counter her move by irish-whipping her to the corner instead. But her strong headbutt had payed its toll more than he had realized, and so his legs bucked at the crucial moment, enough for the Silver Scorpion to easily throw him back first to the turnbuckle.

"UNGHHFFHH....!". With the air crushed out of him by such 'crush landing', Ataru couldn't help but to slump and sit down along the corner, just as planned by the evil beauty.
Opening his eyes after the painful impact, the first thing he would see was Emilia run and leap at him with spread apart legs. Then would come the embarrassingly sensual feel of her thighs surrounding his head and the radiant heat from her crotch so close to his face. Not that the boy could pay much attention to those seductive sensations of course, as Emilia didn't waste time and started to ride him with a humiliating bronco buster.

"Unghh...no...unghff...nghff.....!". Each new hip-thrust from the evil vixen would be rewarded by a groan of embarrassed pain from Ataru's lips while he was rammed again and again to the corner by Emilia's hips in such sensually lethal manner. His hands pointlessly flailing around as he could not stop her from both weakening and degradating him with her move.

The groans of agony and humiliation that came from Ataru's lips sent exhilarating sensations through Emilia. This was what she lived for; to break her opponent in body and spirit. She continued bouncing her hips on Ataru's chest, keeping up the momentum for as long as she could to embarrass the boy.

When she finally felt like relenting, Emi slowed her body down as she gripped the ropes tightly for leverage. She purposefully pressed her crotch against Ataru's face, pressing him against the turnbuckle with her thighs other side of the boy's head. Her right hand released the rope and moved down to ruffle Ataru's hair, as if petting him affectionately. "You're so cute, trying to resist~" Emilia teased. "But you're in this position because you know it's where you belong."

Her hand took hold of the rope again as she hoisted herself up to her feet, finally releasing Ataru. The Silver Scorpion gazed down at him, the light of the arena illuminating her. A smirk rose upon her lips as she knelt down, locking his legs under her arms as she made to drag him forward...but only so much that he'd be lying down in the corner instead of against the turnbuckle.

Taking hold of the ropes again, Emi ascended them with her feet, bringing herself up to the top ropes and the turnbuckle herself. She didn't often perform moves of this nature; acrobatics weren't her strong point. But this was certainly in her capacity, and certainly going to be degrading for her poor victim. But first, she made a point to press her index and middle fingers against her lips, blowing a lazy kiss to the crowd which was cheering her on. Some were even booing Ataru, no doubt out of jealously for his position.

Emi crouched and turned so that she was facing the ring, eyeing her opponent down below. She bounced once, twice, and then sprang from the top rope. She fell, assuming a sitting position, aiming to slam her rear end onto her target; Ataru's face. Were she successful, the Silver Scorpion would remain sitting and turned her head over her shoulder, gazing down at Ataru's smothered face under her with a coy smile.

With Emi taking all her time to tease her downed opponent and even blow kisses to the audience, that would have been a golden chance for Ataru ti move away and have her crush herself onto the mats... if he could.

But the Silver Scorpion seemed to have done a good job weakening him with her bronco buster long enough to leave him dizzy and barely responsive.
And thus, while Ataru had quite the privileged point of view to watch at Emilia bouncing on the ropes, his body was too softened to move away in time.

"Wah...mpfffhhh!!!", was all that could escape from his lips as Emilia's peach-shaped butt came down to entirely envelop his vision, as well as his face, crushing him with a picture perfect butt-press ended into a sensually taunting facesitting smother.

"mffff..... 0///0". The dazed, muffled mumblings from poor Ataru's lips would let Emi know just how perfectly effective her maneuvre had been, as she turned her gaze down from over the shoulderr to admire her cute stunned opponent twitch slowly underneath her in meek search of air.

Emi smiled in triumph at the sight of Ataru under her. The way he twitched was especially rewarding; the sign of one who was trapped with little hope of freedom. And his delightful moans of agony were beautiful. The Silver Scorpion made sure to prolong the moment for as long as possible, stretching her arms above her slowly and giving a lazy, false yawn as if oblivious to Ataru's plight.

Finally, she shifted herself, sliding off his face to rest herself on his chest. The girl reached behind her, hooking one of her victim's limp legs and hoisting it up over her back. Emi's thighs rested either side of Ataru's head, her other hand sliding down to caress his cheek gently. If he opened his eyes, he'd be graced with a rather generous view of her.

The girl darted her eyes to the ref, who immediately understood this was a pin attempt. They fell to the ground, their hand striking the canvas. "1!"

Stunned by the mix of crushing and smothering moves from the Silver Scorpion, Ataru was predictibly not in conditions to put up any resistance as she shifted herself slightly backwards, his face always encased between Emi's luscious thighs as she now proceeded to fold one of his legs and go for the pinfall.

"Uuuhnnf......g-gasp.... 0///0". Slowly opening his dazed eyes, his senses still dulled from the sensuous facesitting, the boy would hear the ref slap down the first count. He knew he needed to react, but his body seemed to just not respond, and Emilia was surely not making things easier, tauntingly caressing his face as she matter of factly subjected him to her spell, like a sexy and evil siren craving him to surrender to her malicious charms.

"TWO....!", went the second count, without Ataru being apparently able to do anything. It was being drained of the slightest will to fight back, as Emilia kept looking down at him and caressing his cheek.

And still... the third count would not come. Some booos came from the crowd, until someone noticed that Ataru's not bound leg had somehow reached the nearest rope, thus saving the boy from sure defeat. With the boy weakened and mesmerized by Emilia, it had been probably a reflexive move from him, rather than a deliberate escape strategy but no matter what, he was save...for now.

The ref tapped Emilia's shoulder to get her attention, commanding a rope break as she demanded the Silver Scorpion to let go of her pin attempt.

Emilia leaned her head back, basking in the skylights above the ring that seemed to beam down upon her to illuminate her inevitable victory. She had Ataru exactly where she wanted him, teasing him with this fact by stroking his face in a false affectionate manner. As his eyes fluttered open, she saw that his stare was blank. The sign that nearly all hope of victory had vanished from his mind...if it had ever been there to begin with.

And so, Emi awaited the third slap of the mat and shout of the world 'THREE!' that would secure her victory. Yet, it never came. Bewildered, she lowered her head with a scowl as she felt the tap of the referee upon her shoulder. Turning in her direction, she followed the referee's hand to what she was pointing at; Ataru's leg draped over the nearby rope to secure a break in the pin.

For what felt like several long moments, Emi stared with shock. She had put the boy through his paces and more, humiliating and tormenting him with flirtatious and powerful moves throughout the match. And yet he still resisted. It had been adorable at first, but now it was grating on her nerves. She glowered down at Ataru, letting out a hiss as she released his leg to flop down to the canvas. Then, purposefully taking her time, she swung her legs around, lifting them up slowly to allow the audience to gaze at her mesmerizing thighs. And then she rose up, finally giving Ataru freedom...

Well, for all of two seconds. The girl knelt down and hooked her arms under Ataru's own, hoisting the boy up to his no doubt unsteady feet by this point. She pulled his body against her own, dragging him towards the centre of the ring and away from the ropes to deny Ataru any more chances of breaking free. The Silver Scorpion stared at his battered body and unfocused, exhausted gaze with a cold glare, a hand on her hip as she placed a finger under Ataru's chin to tilt his eyes up to hers.

""You haven't learned anything." She whispered furiously. "If you're so insistent on defying me, then you'll have to take punishment for doing so." With that grim warning, she aimed to take hold of Ataru's head and bring it down to her thighs, trapping his skull between her legs once more. If she was successful, she'd hold the boy there while reaching over his back to his cute shorts.

Grabbing them with both hands, Emilia would yank hard to stretch them up, exposing Ataru's adorable rump to the crowd. Holding his shorts in place in one hand, she raised a glove hand to the audience who cheered in anticipation before the girl would swat one of Ataru's rear cheeks with her hand, hard. The resounding SMACK would echo around the entire arena, and Emi would clap her hand across Ataru's rear repeatedly, switching hands for the other cheek while the audience jeered and taunted her hapless victim.

"I'll stop when you embrace your calling as a puppy!" She snapped, her temper beginning to slide away as she squeezed her thighs extra harshly on Ataru's head. Her spanking of the boy would intensify in ferocity and speed, aiming to turn his cheeks rose red. "Bark for me! Bark for the crowd, Ataru! BARK!!"

"Yawp...!!! Ouch....Augh...!!". Held firnly captive between Emilia's luscious yet very strong thighs, and consequently subjected to a humiliating wdgie followed by a methaphorically and physically burning session of spanking, Ataru would yelp in response at each new vicious swap from her hands.

But that was probably not the dog-like barking she was demanding from him yet. Before long, Ataru's buttcheeks were clearly showing Emi's flaring red fingerprints.
Sharp pain and the utter sensasion of helplessness were yelling into his mind to just submit to Emilia and give her anything she wanted. But then again, humiliation and flustrated rage were desperately calling for a reaction.

"T-That....ngghffhhh... I...c-can't do it! I won't do it!"
With Emilia's legs squeezing his head, and her hands busy in making his butt look like a burning sunset, she could not have the best leverage after all, so he tried to pump his legs and push himself up.

If things turned as he wished and Emi was caught by surprise, Ataru might break free by flipping the Silver Scorpion backwards with a back bodydrop.
But if she kept herself cool enough to hold the squeezing vice around his head, than Ataru would be probably doomed to be dragged to the mats along with her.

Emi's glower at her trapped victim intensified with every sound of pain he squeaked. Her eyes had glazed over into a mad frenzy, as she was hellbent on making Ataru bark like the dog he was. But even as she struck his rear and humiliated him, the boy clung almost stubbornly onto the tiny shred of dignity he still held.

Emilia was seething, her teeth gritted in anger at his resistance. Most other male foes would have long submitted to her by now. But she wasn't impressed. She was furious that Ataru had yet to give in, and her anger grew as the boy voiced his refusal. She felt him begin to push underneath her, his legs tensing to try and lift her. The Silver Scorpion's eyes widened; so that was the game he intended to play, was it?

"Let me help you, Ataru." She said with deadly sweetness. She finally released her grip on his shorts and ceased spanking him, only to wrap her arms around his section and lock them together. Easing her hold on his head with her thighs, Emi aimed to hoist Ataru upside down into the air, maneuvering him around for two reasons. One, so that his front was pressed against her sublime chest and waist. Two, so that the audience could admire her handiwork on his rear.

Her arms tightly locked around Ataru, Emi glared with venom down at her prey. "You've made your point clear." She hissed down at him. "If I can't make you...then I'll just break you." With this threat hanging in the air, she twisted her body around, displaying Ataru to the roaring crowd. When she had made a full circle of the ring, Emilia would drop to a seated position and spike Ataru's head savagely into the canvas, aiming to send every nerve of his into a world of torture.