Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

If anything could stop Amelie from doing this, it certainly wasn't Ataru's feeble resistance. His failed attempt at tripping the French bombshell had only lead himself into a furtherly unconfortable position, cuddled into a tighter and hitter hold by Amelie as she took great satisfaction from furtherly belittling her prisoner.

While the curvy amazon seemed to never get tired of holding and squeezing him in her amorous embrace, poor Ataru could feel his strenght and stamina reserves dwindling more and more with each tight and suggestive grinding.

"A-Ahhhnnn... 0///0". A louder moan was exacted from his lips at Amelie's latest particularly suggestive grinding, his lower body twitching in helpless arousal. All red-faced, Ataru felt that, at this rate, a shameful "incident" was building up in his pants and he wanted to avoid such humiliating outcome. But it was not like he was having a say in the matter: methodically weakened and aroused, he was not much more than a cute male doll in Amelie's naughty clutches.

Amelie knew that her foe wasn't exactly gonna pass out from the hold, nor was Ataru actually suffering greatly pain-wise. She was however, very aware of the growing sensation in the boys pants, that only continued to press into Amelie's stomach harder and harder as she ground him. Amelie couldn't help but wink, given control was once more so firm in her mitts, she could afford to get cocky.

"Hmmm...Tell you want...If you tap-out on my shoulder...I'll stop..." Amelie giggled, already having playful ideas rotating around her mind, as she continued forcing the boys aroused piece up and down her abdomen. Amelie had begun to sweat a little, but she was still a great deal in catching up to Ataru in that manner. Albeit, her foe was likely equal parts embarrassed and nervous too...

"N-No I wan't give u-uaannhh... <3". Another suggestive grinding punctuated Amelie's teasing "offer", eliciting another pathetic moan from Ataru's lips.

In spite of his silly male pride urging him to keep fighting, he was in a quite helpless position. Stuck in a sensuous, non painless yet definitely 'draining' embrace, the poor boy was getting weaker in body and mind, while the only part of himself that seemed to be strenghtened was the less useful on a wrestling ring.

Thinking of it better, tapping out on her shoulder was not going to cost him much more than a bit of his pride, since this was a KO only match. And it could spare him a shameful climax that would certainly be much more embarrassing... and much more stamina-draining.

And thus, Ataru leaned his embarrassed face onto her bouncy bosom and tapped her shoulder obediently with a deep blush. "uuhhh... 0///0". Whether his submission will set him free from Amelie's clutches or not, it is yet to be proven.

Amelie was very specific with her wording. She clearly stated she'd stop. But stop what exactly? She didn't exactly share that much. Only more giggles as it seemed she was going to grind Ataru until he forgot where it was.

"Ohhh...such a good boy..." Amelie purred, lowering her arms, as if seemingly about to release the boy and allow him to finally stand of his own accord once again. Only, Amelie of course did not. Lowing Ataru was just a by-product manoeuvre of the next attack she had in mind.

Crouching as she lowered Ataru, with his legs still around her thighs, Amelie would release her right arm, sliding it instead around her foes head. Straightening back up, Ataru would find herself back in the same embrace, only with an arm now pressing his head into Amelie's massive chest, as it seemed the French beauty was going for one of her few signature moves! Rouxes Trap!

Sighing in relief as Amelie started to lower him down, Ataru could hardly believe that the amazonian seductress was actually going to set him free... which of course was not going to happen. Before he could process it, the cute boy was re-adjusted into a different hold that allowed one of Amelie's hands to cup behind his head, leading him face first towards her awaiting bosom.

"G-Gasp... no I won't...mmnnffhhhh....!!! 0///0". Ataru had probably the most priceless expression of disoriented distress but only for a very short time, because his blushed face was soon englufed into the pillowy softness of Amelie's breasts.

With his muffled mumblings and the aimless flailing of his arms, Amelie had the cute boy right where she wanted in her sensuous signature hold. Moreover, he had been weakened in her amorous embrace for a while now, dwindling his stamina and making pretty much sure that he couldn't go anywhere.
"Mmnfff.... @.@"

Amelie's 'signature move' was a curious one. She was neither squeezing the life out of her foe, nor could she fully smother her foe given she had but given one arm to each job. It was more the image of the move that made it so effective and appealing for Amelie to use. She was doing the exact same thing many would do to their opponents when lying upon them, only she was forcing Ataru to dangle helplessly in the air for all to see.

The arm around Ataru's back would hold him firm, as the one around his hair pulled tighter and tighter; the giant already slowly leaning back towards her foe as to press her her chest more so. Given Ataru was already weak from the sensual hug, Amelie's use of her manoeuvre seemed more of a case of when, not if, she would gain another fall over the boy.

All the while, the beauty found herself in fits of giggles, making her chest grind all the more up and down her foes cheeks.

The fans were just loving the sight of Amelie's peculiar, sensually cuddly move. From the ringside, Amelie's way of holding her smaller overmatched opponent with one arm hugging him close and her upper arm lovingly pressing his face deep into her pillowy breasts made her pretty much look like if she would be lulling a fussy little boy to sleep. Which was not far from truth.

Far from being subject to a painful squeeze or a vicious breastsmother that would have him panic for air, Ataru was being literally cuddled into air deprived sleepiness, Amelie's large breasts providing the most heavenly (and trecherous) pillows for his tired face as his struggling and pawing soon started to slow down.

"Mnnff... nfff..... @///@"

Amelie's own naturally extreme curves were thick to the point where without a great effort on Ataru's part, his legs would remain latched over them. Not to mention the fact that Amelie would simply lower him, readjust, and then continue. After all, this move was a fun favourite of hers.

Her chest soon covering the near entirety of her foes face, Amelie's eyes began to close nearly fully, as she began to hum. She was enjoying rendering her foe unable to move, let alone fight, and was more than happy to make the move look easy and effortless by seemingly drifting off whilst doing it!

Ataru's room for movements and squirmings was very narrow, while Amelie's strenght and size advantage allowed her to keep him secured in place with minimal effort.  The natural roundness her hips supported his legs in that cute clinging around her waist, and her arms hugged respectively his lithe body and his head into a sensually gentle yet relentless smother.

Like that, the taunting motherly picture was complete: teasingly soothed down by her soft humming, Ataru was humiliated and helpless, like a baby in the loving inescapable cuddle of "Mommy Amelie", and there was nothing he could do about it.

His blind attempts at squirming and pulling back were doomed to fail: stuck in the French seductress' cuddly submission, he was like glued to those amazonian curves and pillowy bosom, obtaining nothing more than to have Amelie's large breasts bounce around his face suggestively. Needless to say, such intimate seductive closeness did nothing good for Ataru's issues with the progressive dwindling of his stamina and air reserves.

"Mnnff...nffhh..... @///@". With his face nestled deep into her cleavage leaving only his dark hair showing, soon his struggles and muffled protests would slow down to a quiet squirming and mumbling. "Poor" Ataru was hardly able to breath in that warm bosomy nest, and each time he gained a slight amount of air, it was filled with the mesmerizing perfume of Amelie's pheromones, furtherly contributing to his growing dizzyness.

Ataru's face was already as deep in Amelie's bosom as humanly possible, yet as time went on, it seemed to only worsen for the poor boy. His wailing's and cries for escape had already been silenced; reduced to a simply jostle of the arm occasionally, sweat pouring down his frame and mixing with the French giant's own.

Amelie's smile had already been latched fully across her face from ear to ear, the beauty consistent with her humming in order to lull out the boy quicker.

With Ataru turning to complete mush in her arms, her massive chest covered in her foes drool, Amelie simply tilted her head towards the referee who had already begun to make motions, testing for any signs of life from the boy.

"Take your time..." Amelie giggled at the referee, the official promptly turning a slight shade of red as it seemed the giant's lust was not only being directed towards Ataru.

Every single raising and dropping of the arm the official managed, would simply be met with a giggle from the smiling beauty, whose arms didn't limp even a little.