Wolfess on a hunt: Ataru vs Winter (complete)

Ataru had been slowly but hopelessly slipping towards unconsciousness, unresponsive when Winter released his nostrils allowing him to breath.

Yet, his hand had been inching up along her thighs, helped by the contenders'  sweaty bodies. And thus, as soon as one arm was raised for the final count, the other suddenly glided free, hand planted on the ground.

With that, Ataru pushed up and sidewards with all the not impressive amount of strenght left, counting on the surprise effect and that last burst of adrenaline to hopefully tumble to the side, and maybe break free. "Mrrrffff.....!!!", he would groan in exertion, mouth still muffled.
Some might wonder if it was wise of Ataru to try and prolong this round, but the boy surely was more brave than... strategic.

Winter was just about to stand up for her first victory round, when suddenly Ataru heaved himself up and they both fell  to the side.  “Whoa”, she yelped and she realized that she had been fooled by his unresponsiveness.  The ref backed away and Winter assessed the situation.  She hoped that he was still weakened from the lack of air and she would attempt to roll him off to the side with the momentum that he started.  Once she was free of him she would attempt to straddle mount his chest.

Luckily she was still fresh at this point, but her mind had definitely wandered thinking about all of the naughty things that she could do with Ataru, “Focus”, Winter reprimanded herself.  This was no time for those thoughts, that’s what jeopardized her k.o. in this round in the first place.  “No more Misses Nice Guy”, she gritted.

There was really no time for celebrations after Ataru's escape. Playing possum could have saved him this once, but he was still worn down and easily rolled over by Winter, who had wasted no time and was, in fact, trying to straddle him

"Unff...I'd beg to differ... I have not being bent and suffocated only to then let you pin me without a fight....nghff..", he would reply, like if explaining if not apologizing about his stubborn resistence.

Before she could lock him, The boy tried to buck his hips and use his arms to dislodge her from the mounting position. Maybe he could furtherly second their momentum and keep rolling to the ropes, aiming at obteining a rope break, he thought.
But with his muscles being soft and weak from the recent handsmother-camel clutch, his attempt was likely to fail.
Moreover, even if he could keep rolling... there were no rope breaks in this match in first place!

“You are proving to be much more resilient than I expected”, smirked Winter, as her victim attempted to dislodge her from sitting on his chest. “The Wolf” was actually hoping that Ataru would try to dislodge her from her perch on top of him, she was really hoping to lure him into a much more satisfying hold, but had to get close to him on the floor if she hoped to pull it off.

As he bucked a second time, Winter quickly grabbed Ataru’s left arm and pulled him up off of the floor with her as she stood up. “So you don’t like to be straddled eh?, I thought you enjoyed feeling my hot sex pressed against your skin” , Winter asked him. Then quickly wrapped one of her long sexy legs around his neck and arm that was still stretched up over his head, pulling the arm into her crotch and her calf locking in under his chin, hoping to secure her ankle with the free leg before dropping back down to the mat. If she was able to get this done quickly enough she would have her weakened victim trapped in a triangle choke with one arm helplessly secured in the hold along with his neck .

Ataru tried to tug His arm free but Winter was firmly controlling him, while she made sure to wrap her leggy coils around His head.
With one of her perfectly shaped calves pressed under His chin, Ataru realized exactely where she wanted him, but Winter's long legs didn't allow him a chance to escape as they curled all around him, embracing His head so close to her crotch in a lethal yet somewhat sensuous triangle choke.
"nghhfh... I...enjoy it...it's just..nhffhh...a Little too tight maybe...nrfhhh".
Ataru tried to keep some humor but he was in fact struggling in deep concern, His face all red and not only from the straining as he was a prisoner of such...intimate constricting hold.
Squirming in Winter's pythonian coils he was struggling to get free, causing her silky stockings to brush His face teasingly... But it appeared Like the boy wasn't going anywhere, His valiant struggles probably just firing up Winter's lustful desire to constrict him instead.

“Hmmmmm, I know you will like it where you are now Ataru-San”, Winter murmured to him.  She was able to complete the hold and lock her other leg around her ankle so that the hold was tight and intimate.  The only thing between his face and her ultimate prize was his arm caught in the middle.  She thought back to how close she had gotten to a submission last time and wanted to renew some kind of attack on Ataru while he was still recovering.

“Struggle all you like Ataru, you and I both know that you don’t have the strength left to get yourself out of this one, why don't you just relax and enjoy your surroundings”, she said confidently, hoping to persuade Ataru to think the same thoughts.   Once her hold was locked in place she immediately used the hand closest to his shorts to reach past the waist band and grab his still hard erection.  There was one way to make him as weak as a kitten for sure, and she knew just how to do it.  “Oh my”, said Winter, “you are very hard indeed, let’s see if we can do something about that”

She watched his body struggle to get away from her grip, but she had him right where she wanted him.  And she had a handful of him that she was not letting go anytime soon.  “The Wolf” started to play with the tip of his boyhood, slowly circling her long fingers around it while she moved in small increments up and down.  She would keep this up as she listened to his breathing to see when he was getting close to the edge.

Ataru was trying to roll from side to side but he was stuck inbetween Winter's sinuous legs wrapped in a tight figure four around his head leaving only one of his weakened arms out to fight an already lost battle against her strong thghs, squeezing his neck and caressing his face with a velvet-like touch at the same time. His trapped arm rubbing around Winter's crotch in the process was both an additional pleasure for her, and a further taunt for the boy, whose face was affected by the increasing warmth radiating from there. A couple of lipsick kiss marks were still well visible on his forhead and his cheek, which would probably not miss to furtherly amuse Winter as he struggled to no avail.

"N-Nghh.... n-never... I...ah..!!!", he tried to reply defiantly, but his attempt at a little hero-like speech was cut off by the feeling of long, smooth feminine fingers slipping past the wasteband of his shorts and circling his shamefully hard boyhood with a gentle yet relentless grip, causing it to immediately twitch in response.
Ataru's will to fight back was like swayed in Winter's evily sensuous coils as she was aiming at controlling both of his body and his senses. "ouhh.....s-stop it.... gasp... mnnnn...", he moaned with an embarassed voice that seemed to mean quite the opposite of what he said.

Like she was lustfully constricting him now, "Winter Boa" could have been an equally fit ring name for her, with Ataru in the role of the tightly, sensually embraced prey in her coils. With each pumping up and down, he felt a wave of relaxing pleasure washing his body, relaxing and weakening the writhing boy, which in turn allowed her legs to squeeze him closer, each time making Ataru a little more hers. And each time, the sultry predatrix was rewarded by a faint groan from his lips. "gasp....mmm...uhh.....mnghh...."
The expression on his face was a mix of embarassed distress...and disgraceful arousal as she was weakening him by methodically squeezing his head and stimulating his... other head; his erection pulsating ever more under her fingers, his labored breathings bathing her glistening thighs with a warm, damp wind.

Winter could not believe how aroused she was becoming dominating Ataru. “If this is what tension matches are like, I definitely have been missing out on some fun”, she said gleefully. With her legs locked around Ataru’s neck and arm she could feel him pressing up against her and making her pussy even wetter with every movement of his body. “Can you feel what you are doing to me Ataru?, You are making me so wet that I can barely stand it”, Winter sighed in a voice thick with lust.

“But let’s not forget about you shall we”, she sang as she changed her rhythm of stroking him. Instead of the short strokes that she had been using on him, Winter started using long, slow strokes up and down his shaft. “Now that you are well lubricated, we can get to work on breaking some of that strong spirit that you seem to have an abundance of”, she smirked at him with a big smile.

As Ataru’s struggles lessened and his sounds of pleasure became more regular, Winter continued to tighten her grip with her legs. As he started to squirm around again trying for some kind of release, she grabbed one on his ankles as it came close and reined in one leg so that his knee was pressed against his chest. As Ataru reached up with his free hand, Winter grabbed his wrist in her iron grip and used his arm as a lever to hold his leg in place “Since you were nice enough to give me that leg, I now have full access to your stiff boyhood, watch how it throbs with every beat of your heart”, Winter crooned in his ear, watching him turn redder with each passing second.

Ataru was in fact ever more red-faced, and cor more than one reason. Whatever he tried to fight back, Winter would promptly turn it into making the boy more helpless in her clutches.
Trying to resist her felt like having 2 female foes teaming up him: a powerful amazon easily binding him in her holds, and a sultry seductress using her charms to dominate him...and poor Ataru stood no chance with either if them in His current state.
"n-ngffhhhh... n-not there... if you keep... gasp..". Ataru would groan not realizing that his cute embarassement was just going to make him more appetizing. With Winter's legs sensually flexing around His head to keep him in constant weakness and His limbs tangled in such awkward position, Ataru was not even allowed to struggle now, while she could caress him to her heart's content, slowly and carefully stroking him to the edge.
With a muffled moan, Winter's immobilized prisoner would shiver at her every touch, a clear bodily sign of an imminent erotic surrender.

“Ataru-San, I don’t want you to think that I am so cruel, so if you can convince me that you have suffered enough I shall free you from this hold, before……….., let’s see how we should put this. Before you reach the point of no return”, “The Wolf” slyly offered.

In her mind she knew that he was almost at his point of release and she had no intention of letting him go. No matter how convincing he was, she planned on using this offer of freedom to weaken him mentally by putting the key to his freedom right in front of him, then taking it swiftly away. His breathing was getting quicker by the second, so she knew that she did not have long to wait.

What she did have in mind for him instead of letting him go was something much crueler. Once she felt his body give in to the ecstasy that he would not be able to hold back much longer, Winter would circle her thumb and forefinger around the base of his erection and cut off all chance of release. He would be unable to stop his body since it would be on autopilot at that point, and she would deny him the pleasure of being able to cum, instead he would be in agony as he could do nothing to get her to release her grip. “If this did not make him submit then nothing would”, she thought wryly, “but it was sure fun trying”, she giggled to herself.