Yori vs Ataru - Special rules cage match (complete)

Pressed against the cage, Ataru could not prevent Yori from climbing up to the top of the cage, gaining a clearly advantaged position.
With the voluptuous beauty sitting on top, Ataru would try to reach up there himself, but he is stopped by her kicks to his head.
"ungffhh...unffhhh...!". In his dazed conditions, even those not strong kicks put him into troubles. Barely able to hang on the cage with one hand, Ataru uses the other to block one of Yori's legs from kicking him, but he can't pull himself upwards much, staying close to her voluptuous body in a quite vulnerable position.

Why didn´t Ataru wanted to let go of the cage… he was handing on like his life was depending on it, although it only were a few feed downwards to the mat. After some time sending kicks to her opponent she needed a break. Yori needed to lean forward and hold on to the cage. This was way harder than she thought it would be. She would breathe heavily and look down to Ataru… this was time she didn´t want to give him but she needed the time to find some strength again. She just hoped that he wouldn´t tear her down now.

Hanging at the cage with just one hand and groaning from exertion, Ataru had barely resisted from being pushed back down to the mats. It had earned him a few kicks to the head, but he knew that in his actual state he could not afford to fall down, and that his only chance to win this match was in the opposite direction.

"Unnghff.... I am not... falling down this easily...", he groaned faintly, taking the chance to climb nearby Yori, grabbing the edge of the cage with both hands to pull himself up as he breathed heavily.

Maybe he could have tried to strike back and have the voluptuous opponent from there, but he didn't even considered the possibility: He only needed to get past the top of the cage and let himself drop out towards victory after all. That is, unless Yori had something to say in the matter.

 
YOri took her break and unluckily for her Ataru was using it to his advantage, the small boy was pulling himself up onto the edge of the cage as well… only a small bit was separating him from escaping the ring right here and now.

Yori needed to stop him from doing so. She tried to get closer to her opponent after he was on top of the cage as well. “No you don´t”, she screamed at him trying to reach out and grab him to pull him closer to her… maybe this was her last chance to win this match.

She would try to grab his hair in a dispirit try to pull his head face first again into her breasts and smother him one last time. She would try to push his head with everything she had into his soft prison.

Ataru huffed in exertion, finally getting on the top of the cage thanks to Yori taking a pause from kicking his poor head.

"Uff...uff... Finally.... I am almost ther-eep! Oooff!".
While climbing one of his legs over the edge of the cage, the Japanese boy is suddenly pulled backwards, and right into the wating bosom of Yori.

"N-No..not agaimmnnffhh.... mmfff.... 0///0". His blushing protests are soon muffled by her warm pillowy breasts as the boy is also reclined back across Yori's lap, into a quite embarrassing position that also denies him any leverage to properly fight back, except for some blind squirmings and some equally aimless kicking around of his legs.

Yori got him… this was it… her last chance she needed to end this match right here on top of the cage, she couldn´t let him escape one more time. If the boy would be able to break out one more single time that would it be. YOri would have lost the match then… she didn´t wanted that to happen she couldn´t let that happen. She just couldn´t let that happen…

With all she got she pressed his face right into her breasts, trying to cut away the air from him. When she pressed his face into his warm prison she was biting her lips and trying to hold on to the edge of the ring with her legs hopping she wouldn´t fall down. If that would happen that would be a hard impact for both of them.

“Just give in and go to sleep Ataru!”; screamed the mature woman out loudly, while she hoped that it would be over soon.
 

The fans were roaring wildly, excited at the thrilling scene. Sitting up there in such precarious "rocking chair" with the smaller boy reclined into laying back on her thighs, face firmly pressed and utterly engulfed between her ample breasts, Yori would definitely look like a sexy and powerful mommy-wrestler going to rock her baby-opponent to sleep up there.

And, the vision was not far from reality, as the already debilitated Ataru was wasting the latest ounces of his vanishing stamina and air supply in fruitless squirmings. "M-Mnnffhhh...mmff.... @.@".

Tamed and air-deprived inbetween Yori's pillowy boobs, the smaller boy's struggles were slowing down, easily contained in her voluptuous hold while the boy's attempts at breathing mostly only earned him to inhale mesmerized by the milky perfume of her cleavage.

Soon Ataru's fighting back was just meek, his tired mind wondering why Yori's pillowy breasts had to feel so warm and comfortable, craving him to relax and surrender while he was supposed to fight back. "nnffh.... <3"

Yori was trying to hold on to her opponent as good as she could. But this was no easy task after a the match she just had with him. She was pretty worn down and would need a chance to recharge again. But there wouldn´t be any chance to this…. Not it was do or die… okay not so brutally but in some way.

With everything she had she pressed his face into her cleavage, hopping that it would be over soon. Yori looked around a bit and saw that the ref girl was still watching them tangle up there… and she was still giving no sign to end this match. It seems like Ataru was still hanging in there… after such a long time… this was pretty impressive.

But right now she couldn´t admire that so much… she needed to focus on smothering him right to his dreams… Yori was sweating like crazy right now and her skin was shiny under the light of the lights… But she knew that it couldn´t take much longer… she needed to hold him just a little bit more.
 

Suffering another deep smother from Yori's large perfumed breasts, Ataru's air deprived mind was starting to be lulled into a pleasant numbness, like comforted by the perfumed softness of her warm cleavage... and he knew that it was not good at all.

"Nnfff.... mff..... @///@"
Ataru is soon smothered into a docile, half-conscious state, and he is now more or less reduced into a tired baby-opponent in Yori's embrace. With the young male unable to fight back, it is now only a matter of seconds before he will fall asleep like a good little boy.

Yori would keep on smothering her opponent as good as she could. She looked down to the ref girl who was standing in the ring looking up to the two fighters…. She was still not giving the sign. How long can this little man hang in there without going to sleep… it seems like she couldn´t finish him like this… but she had to hold on… everyone would pass out in something like that sooner or later. She just needed to hang on and hope that she could hold him longer than he could stay awake.