Yori vs Ataru - Special rules cage match (complete)

Ataru had successfully broken free from the sensually taunting pin, but Yori had just only started playing mind games with the cute unexperienced boy, and oh if they were paying their toll on the embarrassed little Ataru.

"W-What..??? Nonono! You're not ugly at all!!! In fight I like you a lot... Uhhh... ! 0///0". Hot damn! She just had him say it again, right?
Soon, the voluptuous wrestler was bowing down at him, 'accidentally' showing him a generous amount of cleavage as she incited the young male to show his impressive power.

Lured into her cunning mind trap, Ataru would then try another move that would be based on strenght, rather than wisely resorting on some swift moves that would keep it at safe distance from her amorous clutches.
And thus, he would stand up and cling his little arms around her waist, trying to squeeze her in a not wannabe-strong bearhug.
"Nngghfff..... h-how about... this..??", He would groan in exertion, squeezing and trying to pick her off the mats with the bearhug. But.. while the squeezing part was at somehow performed (even though his power was not-so-impressive).... the lifting part was definitely not successful.

Yori watched her opponent slowly making his way back to his feet, while she was waiting for him. Without any problems she saw that he was a bit embarrassed right now. This was one good reason for her to go on with that.  
The small by would step closer to the woman and before she knew she suddenly felt him hugging her. Yori needed to moan out loudly… “MMMMnnnn”, while the air was pressed right out of her by the arms of the small boy. She was pretty surprised about how strong Ataru actually was. He was pressing her together pretty well, taking out all the air from Yori.

But the mature woman was a bit disappointed when the smaller boy wasn´t able to lift her up from the mat. She felt that he tried but her feet where still touching the floor. She needed to smile a bit.
“Come one…arrr.. try harder Ataru hmmmm… you can do it, just lift me up… she the lady´s out there what you are made of!”, she tried to fire him up with the little air left on her lounges. She would put her arms aside, giving him enough free room to act and showing the ref that she was still counties.    

Yori wanted to see what her opponent could pull off but she knew that he could do it.

Ataru would feel Yori react with a loud moan at his bearhug-squeeze. From the ringside, the scene could me mistaken for a tender hug that the taller woman was enjoying, which elicited some amused cheers from the crowd.
While he was not making much progress with his 'strong move', Ataru was certainly waisting a lot of strenght and stamina. And Yori's teasings would add insult to injury, nudging him into a further effort.

"Nngghfff.... now you're the one taking me lightly Yori.. nngggrr... 0///0". Straining and huffing, Ataru would take a lower grip around the voluptuous opponent and finally lifted her a few inches off the mats in his hold, certainly helped by the fact that she was not bracing herself against fight it.
"Nghhff... How about that..? Feeling..unfff...helpless..?", The cute boy would ask, red faced from both the effort... and the suggestive closeness of her bosom, trying to swing her left to right in the tight hug.

Yori felt that Ataru was giving in everything he could. And very slowly she felt how she was raised over the mat. Now she was impressed by the little one. She would smile if he wouldn´t squeeze her like that. “AHHH…” she would moan out loudly right after his question.”A woman is never… unfff helpless…!” Was everything she could say. The bear hug was slowly showing his effect and would put her out of move. But Yori knew how to fight back. She would reach out with her free arms and warp them around Ataru´s head pulling it forward right into her breast. This was an action totally different from all the moves shown so far in this match, but it was a smother match after all.

Yori didn´t plan to let him go any time soon. “Hey Ataru… nghhff… I will let go offfff you, as soon as you let go of me!”, she tell him, both fighters got the other one in a position where they cut away the air supply from the other. They either could let go of each other or see who can take it longer… although Yori was in her hold longer… she got the easier one logged on Ataru.

"W-Wah..??? Mmpfff....!!" Ataru's vision was soon denied by the tight, warm confines of Yori's cleavage, just like his breathing was denied by the soft pillowy breasts conforming around his face.
Many guys in the audience would be jealous at watching lucky little Ataru getting the chance to be close and personal with Yori's soft boobs there, but even if Athe trapped boy could not deny to himself the mesmerizing perfumed softness surrounding his face, his first concern now was to get some air to breathe!

Shocked and disoriented at having his face engulfed into such womanly yet undoubtly effective smother, Ataru would try to pull back his head, or at least wriggle it in seek of air, but he could not: Yuri's arms hugging him tight to her bosom were barely allowing any room for movements, and virtually none for breathing.
"M-Mmnnff..... 0///0", his failed attempts at inhaling would just result into cute muffled noise, probably making his captivity more pleasant for the sexy wrestling lady.

The mutual struggle to restraint each other's air supply continued for a few seconds, with Ataru staggering blindly around the ring, but the young boy also had the fatigue from keeping the voluptuous opponent in her embrace working against himself and so, Yori's airtight breastsmother would soon prevail.

Slowly, his air-deprived legs would buck bringing the boy down onto his knees. With his bearhug reduced to little more than a mere clinging her waist, and Yori's weight keeping Ataru pinned on his haunches, the cute boy was now in troubles.

Yori felt how her opponent started to struggle only a short moment after she logged the breast smother in on him. He stumbled through the ring for some moments, what showed Yori that her breast smother was pretty effective… she knew out of firsthand how hard it could be to get smothered by a opponent… even smothered out… that was no nice feeling… But it was part of this match so she had to use it on him. After some moments she suddenly felt how he was breaking down onto his knees. She would smile taking her arms away from his head using this chance and trying to push his upper body away from her so she could get free and step back.

Now when she was free Yori finally got the opportunity to breathe in deeply and to suck in as much air as she could refilling her lounges. She would stumble some steps backwards away from Ataru. This was a dangerous game… if he got her a bit longer it could have leave a mark on her… maybe he would even be able to let her pass out… if that would have happened he would have won the match…

Yori looked over her shoulder and smiled… Then she started to run away from the boy into the ropes get herself some momentum, by launching herself back to him. If he was still on his knees she would use this and jump up turning around in mid air. She tried to hit her opponent with a jumping butt bump right into his face.

Ataru was having a hard time breathing there, wriggling his head to get the slightest gasp of warm, breast-perfumed air only to then have his face shoved back into Yori's cleavage. But the most dangerous part of it was that panic from lack of air was slowly giving place to a soft pleasant numbness.

The boy knew that such relaxation was the sign that he was getting sleepy, and therefore he needed to break free immediately!
Luckily enough, Yori decided the same, pushing his shoulders and breaking his now weak bearhug so that he would be shoved down to the mats, allowing the voluptuous wrestler to take a few steps of distance.

"Gasp..... uff...uff.... that was... I mean... REALLY breath taking... 0///0", the young boy couldn't help but comment inbetween much welcome gulps of air. His disoriented "boob-drunk" face had to look pricelessly silly, he thought, considering how Yori was smiling lovingly down at him from her shoulder.

Having taken enough fresh air to stop his head from spinning, Ataru thought it would be better to get out from that defenseless position, but he was caught in the middle of standing up by Yori's butt-press.
"Wha..??? Umpffhhh..!!! o///o". Her curvy hips would hit his face with a soft but surely heavy strike, sending the boy back first into the corner, where he stumbled down into a sitting position, arms hanging on the middle ropes.

Yori was stumbling around a few steps after her butt hit her opponents face directly. It was a move she used many times before now and every time it show a big effect on her opponent and the fans watching the match. And this time again. Ataru was in the corner hanging there like a piece of wet clothe. And the fans loved to see it… so they started to cheer for the match loudly. Yori was enjoying this cheering and throw some kisses to the audience, while walking away from the corner where Ataru was hanging right now. WHile walking she moved her hips as much as she could.

She would walk directly to the opposite side of the ring and lean into the corner. She would watch Ataru for the moment. Then she would put each a hand on her big titts and squeeze them for a moment. “Watch out Ataru here comes my super titty splash!”, she screamed over to him. When she was done she started to run over to him as fast as she could. When she was closer to him she tried to jump into the air and when she came down she wanted to slam both of her titts right into his face. After that Yori would slowly step backwards pulling Ataru out of the corner and laying him down onto the mat, ready to set him up for something even bigger.

Ataru groaned faintly at the corner, shaking his head side to side to clear off the numbing effects of Yori's sensaully taunting, but also quite heavy butt-press. If this was a cartoon, this was the time when he would see tweeting birds flying around his head.

While the voluptuous wrestler was squeezing her large breasts together, obviously satisfied with herself at hearing all the crowd in love with her womanly beauty, Ataru's blurry vision would re-focus just in time to see the sexy amazon rush at him, but way too late to avoid the collision with her... soft pillowy planets!

"Uuumppffhhhh...!!! @.@". Ataru's groan would come out amusingly muffled within her enveloping boob flesh, and when Yori stepped apart from the smooshed boy, he was docile like a sleepy kitty in her hands as she carefully laid him on the mats.

Yori would look down to her opponent with a smile on her face. As much as she liked him and as much as she enjoyed this matchup she also wanted to win this one. So with a smile on her lips the mature woman slowly stepped into the corner where her opponent was hanging just a few moments ago.

Her back to the ring she would grab the cage over the corner and put one foot slowly onto the middle rope. She was starting pulling herself up very slowly. Then she set a foot onto the tope rope and pulled herself up completely. The fans were surprised about her actions. What had she planned? Did she try to escape the cage…

But yori knew that she couldn´t win that way. When she was standing with both feet on the tope rope she slowly turned around there, never letting go of the cage surrounding her. She looked down from up there and saw Ataru lying in front of her. With a smile she slowly started to go down a bit and bent her knees. She would watch her opponent on the mat closely while she was waiting there on the top rope like a cat on the hunt. The whole time she kept a smile on her face.

As soon as Ataru would get back to his feet and turn around to her Yori would take the chance and jumping up into the air as high as she could. She would fly towards him. While she was in air she screamed out “Watch out: Mom is coming home!”

She tried to perform her signature move.… Mom is coming home… and hit Ataru with a cross body from the tope rope.