Wolfess on a hunt: Ataru vs Winter (complete)

Before he could fully recover, Ataru felt His arms being pulled up, hooked onto each of Winter's smooth thighs as she sat on the boy's back and pulled him up into a camel clutch.
Prisoner of a submission so early in the match, Ataru would squirm underneath her...which of Course made His predicament more embarassing as she didn't miss to let him notice her warm leopard-clad crotch rub around His back muscles.
"U-ugh... N-not very comfortable... Though..nobody would mind..urghh Your closeness a bit..", the boy would groan...somehow complimenting her body even while he was struggling to escape.
Anyway, he was just stuck in her clutches For now, her low seductive voice behind His ears making him blush ever more.

Winter loved using this hold on her victims, it allowed her access to all sorts of sensitive areas while her opponent was pretty helpless to stop her. “Ataru-San”, she called as she used her long arms to reach for his chin while using her elbows to keep his arms held down in the camel clutch, “I like how you struggle even when you have to know the outcome of this”. She hoped that he would continue to struggle as that only made this move more erotic for her.

She wrapped both hands around his chin and slowly leaned back, Winter could feel his strong muscles resisting the move and just continued to pull back with her strong arms and flex her feet to push him up until his resistance faded. Once she had him back far enough to see into his eyes, she ran a slow kiss across his forehead, and then moved to use her tongue on his ear as she nibbled on it. “Mmmmmmmm, you are quite the delicious one, Ataru”, Winter spoke into his ear and she ran her tongue in circles around it. “Lets me check to see if you are enjoying this as much as I am”, she said with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Winter secured her hold on his chin with her left hand and used her right hand to reach back behind her to slide her fingers between Ataru’s thighs. She felt him stiffen in more than one way as her fingers brushed across his already hard erection. “I see that you really are enjoying yourself now!” she exclaimed with a smile.

Ataru's abdominals and back muscles were especially straining, trying to resist against Winter's slow but relentless pulling, each muscle of his body twitching and tremblling in exertion underneath her, the flustrated boy being always aware of the silken-like touch of her stockings-clad thighs around his ribs

"U-Unghhhh....", Ataru would let out a prolonged groan as his vailant but silly resistence gave in, allowing his back to be easily bent and Winter's soft lips to kiss his forehead and play with his earlobe, demoralizing the boy in such a sensuous way as he couldn't help but emit a faint but audible moan, even in troubles.

Now, his young muscles were trained not only to be resilient, but also to be flexible in order to suffer and endure such kind of torturing holds. But, he was still helpless in her hands at the moment and she seemed to truly enjoy the advantages of her  position.

"Nghhh... h-how might I enjoy this, wait until I break fr.... ah..! g-gasp....!!". In spite of his cute defiant words, his stiffened boyhood and a new embarassed moan betrayed him as the tall sultry girl reached back to feel the bulge in his tight... and now tighter shorts.

The more that Winter toyed with him, the redder his face seemed to become. She started to grind into his back with her mound, while slightly rocking back and forth as she became more aroused, “Mmmm, that’s nice”, she moaned. His resistance seemed to be totally gone as she squeezed and caressed his crotch, and ground herself against his back in a nice slow circular movement. Winter had to be careful that she didn’t forget that this was a match, but the arousal she was having around him was starting to get very distracting.

Winter had to get herself and Ataru out of this position before she got too carried away by the sensations. “Ataru, I will give you the option of tapping out or verbally submitting, so that I can release you from this hold”, Winter explained to him. In her mind she was thinking that she would not allow either one of those options. Before he could catch his senses and say anything she clamped her left hand around his mouth to hold it shut and brought her right hand back around to pinch his nose shut. If she could hold this position, he wouldn’t be able to tap out or verbally submit.

She prepared herself for Ataru’s upcoming struggle to keep from being knocked out. Without the use of his arms and with Winter firmly seated on his back, he was already at a disadvantage for such a fight

Ataru couldn't believe what was going on: totally the opposite than the match with a shy kawaii girl that he had pre-figured in his silly mind, not only he was a prisoner of a taller, sultry girl, but now she was even using his straining body to rub her own lustful pleasure?!?

Winter's sensuous gyrations could be mesmerizing and sensually embarassing to Ataru, but they were matter of factly providing a distraction to herself too. And so, Ataru was slowly getting this chance to squirm side to side, in an attempt at slowly inching one of his arms towards freedom. "It's working... just a little more...", he thought to himself, trying to keep his mind on track in spite of the sultry moaning sounds coming to his ears.... and that's when she caught him by surprise with her taunting question, and her planned move to follow!

"Wah... I gmfffffff...!!!". It's not like Ataru was willing to give, but it was not important because he could not finish whichever thing he wanted to say, a dainty, soft hand coming to seal his mouth and muffle him. Shock would immediately add to surprise, when her other hands' manicured fingers pinched his nose shut, not without some graciousness... but defly cutting off any air supply.

"Mghhfffff...!". With his muffled cries vibrating against the palm of her hand, the boy started to struggle more intensely in need of oxygen, arms flailing ineffectively while she could probably have a nice look down on his panicked eyes and have Ataru wear himself down with his useless struggling.

As Winter cut off Ataru’s supply of air, she saw the panicked look creep into his eyes when he realized what was going to happen if he didn’t get free soon.  Winter stared into his eyes, “If you can manage to tap our or cry out your submission, then I will let you go” she teased, knowing that she was cutting off both of those options as efficiently as she could.    As he twisted his head from side to side, she kept a firm grip over his mouth and nose, making sure that he was unable to get the air that he needed for additional strength.  She would also lean back to further stretch his lithe body and give him something else to think about.

To knock some of the fight out of him, she bounced on his back several times to get any of the air out of him that she might have missed earlier.  She smiled to herself in anticipation of possibly taking the lead as she felt his legs scrambling around behind her trying to get her to move.  When she thought he might be starting to fade she pulled his head closer to hers so that she could get to his neck and leave a passion mark there as he continued to feebly struggle.  “This will make sure that you have pleasant dreams of me, my Ataru, for this moment you are my prisoner”, she said as she continued to suck on and kiss his neck.

Ataru kept flailing arms and letting out muffled noises in the palm of Winter's hand, without being able to either tapout or submit, while she could on the opposite hand wear him down furtherly, soon making sure that he was weak and docile for her to play with.

"m_mpfffh....",  faint muffled moans were exacted from Ataru's sealed lips while Winter subjected him to her pleasure and pain torture, sistematically depriving the boy of air while confusing his senses with her assertive-loving suction kisses, looking like a sultry vampiress toying with her seduced prey.

Ataru's eyes were fluttering as air-deprivation was making him dizzy, allowing her lustful cooings to slip easier into his head. Because of that, but being lulled in her hold was starting to feel trecherously comfortable, to his dulled mind.  He needed to do something at once, or the first round was gone...  "mff....."

Winter was going into overdrive as she always did when she was dominating an opponent, instead of relaxing once she was sure that Ataru was going under, she instead doubled her efforts and her grip on his mouth and nose.  “It is a very bad idea to struggle so much when you can’t count on getting more air Ataru, it only wears you out faster and more completely”, Winter chided him, and thought to herself, bad for him but great for me.  The sexual rush that she felt when dominating an opponent was like a candy to her and she fed upon it until the victim had nothing left to give her.

“I have taken many of my female victims out like this, but you are very special, you are the first sexy man that I have had the extreme pleasure of putting under like this”, she confessed, “you will always have a special place in my memories”.  “The Wolf” watched Ataru’s fluttering eyes and could feel him slipping deeper and deeper.  Her kissing increased to a passionate intensity as she felt her prey weakening.  “Just imagine the things that I may do to you while you are out Ataru-San, let that be your dream”.

In his current conditions, all Ataru could do in response to Winter's sensual suffocation was to murr faintly in the palm of her hand, his softening muscles appearing such comically contrasting with the energetic boyhood straining his tight shorts... which added insult to injury.

The crowd was just loving this sensually domination scene.. and a few girls at the ringside were particularly amused by the fact that, because of Winter wearing lipstick, her lustful kissing was leaving heart-shaped prints on his face and neck.

As for Ataru, he was not faring well at all. Those lustful, possessive, and yet somehow loving cooings were caressing his senses, lulling him in disastrous fantasies of how she would play with him once he was out. Like that, the boy had gradually gone all docile and sleepy in her clutches, apparently succumbing to Winter's "smothering charms".

Winter could feel the moment that Ataru went under, “Hey Ref”, she yelled “please do the honor of checking”. She continued to hold his mouth tightly but released his nose so that he could breathe again. She could feel Ataru’s faint breathing through his nose, and was prepared to re apply her hold if he got a sudden burst of energy. She also checked with her right hand to see how he was doing below, and just as she thought, that part was not sleepy at all. Winter would have to decide what to do about that once he was definitely out.

The ref checked Ataru’s hand, “One”, she called out as his limp hand dropped back down next to Winters calf, “Two”……….., Winter was relishing this first round victory, it was just what she needed in order to establish herself in this league. And…………..