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

Ataru wriggled around a bit in Amelie's leggy embrace without making any progress. Amelie's bodyscissors were not meant to squeeze the life out of him, but to keep him nice and tight in her amorous clutches, and the sensually inescapable embrace of her thighs was doing a very good job at it: Laying down with her taunting careless pose, the French seductress was squeezing his waist just enough to make his escape impossible and his breathing labored while surrounding him with her womanly charms.

Feeling her velvety thighs in a meek attempt at prying them apart, Ataru's hands were just putting him further under Amelie's spell rather than helping to break free. The handsome boy had fallen into her sensuous mind games, blushing and uncertain on how to reply to her playful question. One part of his mind didn't want to yeld and be Amelie's pet, while another part was mostly concerned at not giving a rude answer.

"I...I must admit that it doesn't feel bad at all... nnffhh...", Ataru would mumble, complimenting her strong seductive hold while trying not to sound pervy. "B-But I still have to fight m-my way out... 0///0", the boy concluded almost apologetically as he tried his best to get up in spite of Amelie's leggy coils pulling and weighting him down.

Pressing the wind outright from her foe would of been appealing if Amelie was of a more sadistic variety, but as the match demonstrated she was evidently enjoying taking her time with her foe. Such was not going to change, given both Ataru was too enjoying his scenario, and evidently devoid of all desire to fight back with passion. Every time he did try to push at those thick thighs, Amelie would tighten her embrace to simply counteract it, before returning to a sensual pressure.

That was, right before a mighty jostle; the French beauty lifting her legs up and towards her head for but a moment, in an effort to make Ataru fall on top of her figure as if she was a bed. Again Amelie would hardly show any viciousness in her adjustment; her hands moving slowly in preparation to not only catch Ataru and force her foe to press against her, but pull tightly in the off chance he resisted her attempts to force him atop.

Ataru's efforts were bringing him nowhere as Amelie kept up with her tauntingly alluring, almost flirty way to dominate and control him. He could feel her supple thighs squeeze his waist every now and then to to contain each attempt at resisting her charms, flexing her feminine muscles to slightly restraint his breathing and keeping her adorable prisoner in line, and soon he found that his dwindling stamina had been almost totally drained during his futile struggles, making it ever easier for Amelie to playfull ragdoll him in her leggy embrace.

"u-unnghff...... n-nnfffhh... 0///0". Ataru's eyes showed the most priceless flustrated expression as the cute boy was guided down onto the soft, seductive waterbed that was Amelie's expansive bosom.
Gasping and blushing to the brightest red, Ataru was wrapped up into Amelie's gently dominant web of seduction, making his head too much swooning and his body too much softened to resist her.

Her efforts to simply wear her foe down to nothing were simple sadistic ones. Rather, Amelie was taking full pleasure from leaving her foe in a position he'd simply be unable to resist her advances. Whether such advances were mutually beneficial, or simply a benefit to the French giant, remained to be seen.

With Ataru lying on top, her giant French bosom a pillow for the boys face albeit not one enforced with the wrapping of arms for a smother, Amelie's legs would go soft. Falling from her foe, she'd lay flat a moment underneath Ataru, smirking all the while.

"We are suppose to be wrestling...are we not?" Overly keen glare as ever apparent, as she knew fully well the only reason Ataru was using her frame a soft marsh-mellow bed was because Amelie had worked him so fiercely.

The crowd bursted out in amused laughters at Amelie's teasings. Having Ataru weakened and soothed down into helplessness, she was now having fun with the cute boy, making him look a lazy little pervert who was enjoying her soft pillowy embrace too much to even try and fight back!

"M-Mnngghff...! 0///0". With his face still buried into the warm softness of Amelie's bosom, Ataru would try to protest something in response, but his voice was heard more like an embarassed buzzing against her velvety skin, at least until he tried to push himself up and off from her soothingly seductive trap.

"Guhh... y-you made it sound like I WANTED to stay there...! 0///0", Ataru finally managed to make his embarrassed protest more audible, trying to stand up on his feet in spite of his still spinning head.

His silly words, spoken with a totally blushing face and a quite visible tent bulging in his wrestling shorts, couldn't help but arise another collective laughter from the ever more enterteined fans.

Amelie only joined the audience in laughter, no threat or concern on her face in the slightest even as Ataru rose. He could easily drop down atop of her in a painful fashion, or opt to strike her fiercely, yet the confidence still remained apparent in Amelie. After all, everything the boy did would simply earn him another punishment.

She'd sit up slightly, hands to her side as she gazed up at Ataru; the boy looking down on her instead for the first time in the match.

"What now...sleepy head?" She'd purr, keen to see if her foe had any life or energy that still needed her tentative care.

"D-Don't call me cutecy names... we are still fighting! 0///0"

Apparently, Amelie is confident enough to even allow him a free shot at this point of the match, which is quite humiliating to his male pride. But it's still a chance.

Now, turning around and attacking from the back would be not honorable since she granted him the chance... then what to do? Hesitant, Ataru would finally resolve to grapple the kneeling Amelie into a headlock.

"Umf..! G-Gotcha now...!". With Amelie grappled into his headlock, Ataru tried to guide Amelie up to her feet, where he was then planning to try a running bulldog.
While he tried to force the sexy amazon up to her feet, she would certainly not miss to notice the lack of strenght in his valiant yet clearly weakened efforts.

Amelie was somewhat caught off-guard by her opponents sudden demonstration of life, her legs moving of their own accord to both follow Ataru and prevent her opponent from wrenching her head off. Hands to her male opponents sides, Amelie didn't halt her wandering fingers as they softly slid around Ataru's waist, gently locking the moment the two were standing.

When her male opponent suddenly attempted to jerk forward with her frame in tow, seeking to plant her head first into the mat, Amelie simply resorted to both her currently greater condition and naturally notable strength to stonewall Ataru's efforts; pulling on her foes waist, and keeping the two still.

"Why the rush...do you not want to stay...my sweet...?"

Pulling the green-haired bombshell required Ataru a good amount of his remaining stamina and physical strenght, which costed him when the cute boy tried to complete his maneuver with a running bulldog.

Bracing herself and hugging his slender waist, Amelie kept the wannabe-running boy still in place, demoralizing his best efforts with her superior size and strenght, certainly helped by having softened his muscles and resolve within her sensuous clutches throughout the whole match so far.

"G-Gasp... do I have a choice...? 0///0", Ataru would ask with a flush of his face, squirming in discomfort in Amelie's embrace. The tantalizing closeness of her voluptuous curves also contributed in distracting the boy from keeping a firm grip on his headlock. Which was not a good thing for Ataru.

"You...do..." A purr with Amelie's tone suggested otherwise, as her hands stayed just as firm as when they locked. Trying to force herself straight via both her own natural power and height, put alongside her foes likely exhaustion from the control Amelie had been exerting, the French beauty pulled Ataru slightly up off his feet, now putting the two in the posture of an attempted belly to back suplex, albeit with no motion to do so.

"So...what now..." Nuzzling her cheeks against her foe, Amelie felt Ataru deserved a finish worth staying in the memories of her male foe forever.