Rematch! Okami Vs Resa (and Pinky???)

"Urrghhhh....damn right...no need to rub it in that much though..nghh...!", Okami would groan in response as Resa pulled her boston crab harder for a painfully long moment, before she would let go and turn around, still firmly sat on his back.
The busty grappler had knowingly weakened his resistance, making sure that the wolfboy could not react until she had him secured into a camel clutch, methodically starting to work his neck amd upper back after she had taken care of his legs and lower back. At this rate, Okami was going to be reduced into a strenghtless ragdoll for her to play with.

"Unnhhghh...d-dammit-nghh...". His arms were draped over Resa's thighs so that his uncomfortable struggles would lead him nowhere but to waste his own stamina. Groaning furtherly from being painfully arched, Okami had nothing smart to reply to her rethorical question of course, too busy trying to endure the stretching pressure.
With Resa pulling him up closer, soon the back of his head was nestled in between the pillowy softness of her bikini-clad breasts, making his entrapment even more humiliating. If she leaned in to watch at his face, Resa could probably tell that it was red for more than one reason. Something that Pinky probably knew already, considering how she was carefully observing the scene with the most teasing smile on her lips.

Pulling on his neck, Resa would be sure that his embarrassed face was visible for all. And as his head was rested against her chest, she knew all too well how much more that embarrassment would multiply. “My my, you’re looking rather red wolfie, that couldn’t be just because of me? Could it?”

As she watched, Pinky would continue to smile at Okami’s embarrassed struggles. Even with some stamina left, he was without a chance to escape. And to play in to it, Pinky would move down to kneel next to the two. “Are you good wolfie? Do you wish to submit?” Of course though, her question was pointless. A submission would do nothing more than humiliate him further. Something the two were clearly aiming for.

The fans were enjoying Okami's predicament, not only because they were all fascinated by Resa easily dominating a supposed-to-be strong guy, but also because they loved to see how the silver haired boy was subject to a constant teasing by the busty wrestler and her nurse-clad partner in crime.

The more Resa pulled him closer, the more his back was stretched painfully, gradually depleting his stamina. And of course, the back of his head was rubbed more against her soft bosom, having it nestled inbetween those wonderful melons, much to his embarrassed discomfort.

He knew well that he wasn't going anywhere, but Pinky's mocking smile and playfully taunting way to ask if he wanted to submit elicited a sense of refuse into his silly, predictible mind.
"NNngghh... n-never.... >///< ", he would groan, trying to shake his head in denial...which only caused his head to be jostled around more into Resa's cleavage.

“Mmm, defiant as always wolfie.” Resa chuckled, pulling the back of his head as close to her bosom as possible. “But even then, we both know that you’re currently distracted by something. And you won’t win by being distracted like that.”

“She’s right wolfie.” Patricia added, smiling as she watched the boy struggle fruitlessly. The two knew clearly that getting him to submit now wouldn’t gain much. They’d have to thoroughly humiliate him in order to get that result. But they had time, and by the playful kiss Pinky gave to his cheek, they were more than willing to go the full distance.

And to start, Resa would release him and allow him to lay on the canvas, remaining on his back for a second to look at his weakness. And when she decided it was time, she’d raise her hips enough to give him some room so she could flip him onto his back. Pulling on her bikini top, she would give enough space between the strings to hook his head between the fabric and her bosom. And with a simple release of the string, she’d lay down on him and wrap her arms around his head, trapping him into a breast smother.

Okami let out a throaty groan as Resa furtherly arched his back, testing his flexibility as she kept taunting and stretching her handsome prisoner. Pinky was thoroughly enjoying playing her part too, leaving a pink lipstick mark on Okami's cheek as the wolfboy's face shifted to a brighter shade of red.

"Unnhggh... s-screw it... I won't succumb to you-mnghff???"
Released from Resa's camel clutch and turned into facing up, Okami had just started to protest as the busty seductress presented him once again to her plentiful, scantily covered breasts. Before he could react, the elastic string of her bikini was brought behind Okami's head, pulling him right into her smothering bosom.

"M-Mmmmnnffhhh...! 0////0". Indeed, Resa's bikini had to be made with a very durable material, thought Okami as he tried to escape, only to be pulled back into her cleavage by the elastic strings, like a sexy parody of a mousetrap.
With Resa's arms wrapped around his head, Okami felt those soft huge melons hug him deeper into their enveloping embrace, making a sultry airtight seal for his face.

Unable to breath and with just a tuft of silver hair emerging from the top of Resa's cleavage, Okami squirmed in muffled protests underneath her voluptuous body, which surely contributed in making his captivity more pleasurable for the grappling seductress.

“Sorry, what was that wolfie?” Resa asked mockingly, pulling his face deeper into her bosom. “I couldn’t quite make that last part out, you’re going to have to speak more clearly.”

As she would pull his face closer to her breasts, she’d be sure to give a light shake of her shoulders, rubbing his handsome face around in her soft prison. And with her laying on top of him, she’d move her hips to set herself on to his groin, only their thin clothes keeping them from directly connecting. But even then, he’d easily feel the light friction from her getting into position.

"Mmblubblubblubb... @///@". A nice muffled blubbering was all that Okami could reply as Resa started to playfully 'milkshake' him side to side:
With her arms and her elastic bikini strings securing her cute prisoner into her smothering cleavage, the slightest swaying of her shoulders reverbered into a larger swing from her large soft melons, jostleing and rolling the boy's trapped head along with them.

Hidden by the enveloping mass of Resa's bountiful bosom, Okami's face had got all red inthere from both humiliation and lack of air. And while theboy was reduced in a disoriented air deprived state, making sure that he couldn't fight back, Resa also took the chance to furtherly dominate her beloved wolfboy, letting her warm crotch rub and grind along his clearly aroused boyhood.

"M-Mrpfhhh.... @///@", the voluptuous vixen could hear Okami's muffled voice vibrate within her cleavage, his hands flailing aimlessly and occasionally pawing at her hips.

“Aww, what’s the matter wolfie? Don’t you love it between my breasts?” Resa would question teasingly, lightly pressing her breasts together more. “But then again, even if you didn’t want to be between them, getting out must be pretty difficult. My bikini’s made of some durable stuff, they have to be to hold my babies. And then you’d have to also get out of my arms, and well...”

Adding onto the humiliation, Resa would sit up while pulling Okami up with her, keeping him smothered as she mounted his waist. “We’ve seen how much trouble you have getting out from my arms alone. Fufufu~” She’d laugh lightly, beginning a light grinding on his crotch to get him more aroused. “Try not to pass out too quickly wolfie. I want you awake for what I plan to do next.”

"M-Mnnrrghffhhh...! 0///0". Whatever defiant reply Okami had tried to give, it had been absorbed by the supple roundness of Resa's melons and turned into more muffled mumblings bathing her cleavage, making it a hotter, wetter and glistening prison for his face.

Pulled up into a sitting stance with Resa straddling his lap while struggling fruitlessly, the handsome wolfboy was right where she wanted now, smothered by her best assets as the sexy vixen hugged him tighter so that her hefty breasts engulfed his face even deeper inbetween their "smothering cuddle".

She was right and he knew it: while Resa started to amorously bounce and grind over his aroused groin, Okami was repeatedly pummeled and lulled by those huge pillowy breasts, soon making him light-headed as their air-depriving embrace kept him in a constant state of aroused weakness.

"mnngff blubb...nnff.... @.@". The erotically trapped wolfboy was not allowed to pass out this easily though, his nose and mouth catching some small gasps of air every now and then with each time Resa's large breasts bounced around his face, keeping him awake but totally helpless in her loving embrace, just like Resa wanted him.

Feeling his resistance quickly fade, Resa would smirk before rising up to her feet, pulling the boob-drunk boy with her as she did. And in an impressive and humiliating show of her bikini’s strength, she’d release his head and leave the string and fabric to keep him pulled against his face.

“Look, no hands!” She’d laugh, openly mocking the boy as he was still put in a smother. And as he remained held up, Pinky would sneakily move behind him and pull his shorts off, once again exposing him to the audience. But luckily for Okami, he wouldn’t have to deal with the smothering humiliation for too long, as Resa soon pulled his head out from her bikini’s hold. She’d let him get a few gasps in, but his recovery would be cut short in just a few moments.

When he had gotten enough air to form a sense of consciousness, Resa would demonstrate her strength and lift the wolboy up and turn him over. It wouldn’t tak long for Okami to realize that he was now in an inverted bearhug, getting squeezed as Resa wrapped her arms around him. “Enjoying the view wolfie?” She’d ask with a motion of her hips, grinning as she stared at his boyhood. “Because I certainly am.”