Patrice Vs Ataru - Bedroom cosplay match

Ataru couldn't help blushing at how the seductive doctor put a finger on his lips and shushed his squirming protests. Forgetful for a moment that this was still a wrestling match, the flustered boy hesitated as Patrice's acting got to his head.

Which granted a perfect chance to subject the naive young patient into another of Dr. Valentine's womanly treatments. Pinned underneath her body as she gracefully turned around into a suggestive 69, Ataru felt was powerless to react in time as her luscious thighs picked his head up and wrapped around his neck into a picture perfect reverse headscissors.

And when he finally realized his position, it was too late already. His hands reached up to pry apart Patrice's thighs but, with her ankles crossed and her legs straightened to put the squeeze around his neck, he was most likely not going anywhere.

"Guuh... l-let me go... unghh...", Ataru would gasp and flail around in her leggy coils, his face all-red from both the squeezing pressure, and from the sensually humiliating closeup of Patrice's peach-shaped ass covering most of his field of vision.

Dr. Valentine had a satisfied smile on her face as she could feel her patient's hands finally awaking, initiating their desperate attempt for escape. Needless to say, Ataru wasn't going to go anywhere, and frankly, he even shouldn't have! Not at least if he was about to keep on obeying the doctor's orders...

"Ooh, Ataru, what are you doing? Why are you struggling? You shouldn't be doing that, when you're being put to anesthesia..." the blonde tried to state in a worried tone, although failing to hold up a few giggles. However, she didn't fail to increase the pressure, making sure that things were getting constantly more dire for her patient.

She may not have been the nicest doctor, but by AFW's standards she was surely being a perfect one!

Trapped in the sultry constrictions of her reverse headscissor, Ataru was given a second reason to get red-faced as Patrice turned around to playfully taunt him with her mocking concern and hardly stifled giggling.

"Gasp... a-anesthesia..?!? No way... I won't-nnghfh...! @///@".
Ataru tried to fight back but his reluctance to follow Dr. Valentine's orders could not get him out of her womanly sedation methods.
Not when her strong thighs were clearly no match for his ever more weakening hands.

Before long, Ataru was dizzy in the constant pulsating pressure of her leggy coils, treated to the extra-seductive taunt of her peach-perfect  glutes flexing with each squeeeze around his tenderized neck, each time bobbing his head back and forth and exacting a nice wheezing groan from his lips.

Patrice had stated her intentions regarding the course of the treatment to Ataru, but it seemed like her patient was becoming increasingly uncooperative. He was even protesting her actions now, trying to refuse from being put anesthetic! That was not something the doctor would accept, and if anything, the fact that he was even capable of protesting right now only told the lovely Dr. Valentine that she wasn't enforcing her treatment hard enough.

"Oh, stop your futile and foolish efforts now, Ataru!" the blonde ordered now with a subtly scolding tone. "This is in your best interest, you should believe me!" the girl added, before starting to move her behind closer and closer to her patient's face. Her goal was to keep on squeezing him the best she could, while slowly burying Ataru's head in between her legs...eventually hoping to be completely smothering the boy out!

Ataru's resistance only earned him a tighter snuggle between Dr. Valentine's enveloping thighs, as she pulled him closer into her reverse headscissor.  

With his mouth muffled by her warm crotch and his nose now pinched shut by her  clenching buttcheeks, the poor boy was now both squeezed and suffocated, though in such very womanly and seductive way.

Before long, his muffled protests and restrainted squirmings slowed down, the sexy-dominant sedation working its magic as Ataru's limbs became too tired to fight back, his mind going numb as she could see in his fluttering eyes. Willing or not, Ataru was turning into an obedient, sleepy patient for the seductive doctor.
"mm-mmf... <3"

It really took some time to get the desired results, but Dr. Valentine was not about to scale back on her treatment before it produced its desired results. The blonde caretaker wanted to make sure that her patient would be sent firmly into dreamland before she would be raising her own rear off his face even an inch!

Once she would have gotten that accomplished, it would be so much easier to set him up for her further plans. Finally getting back up, the girl then took hold of both of the boy's ankles, wanting to pull him back up onto the bed! And once that would have been done, she wanted to settle the boy cutely in the middle of the bed, just as if he was an actual sleeping patient!

But then came the trick. Pulling each of the boy's arms towards the respective corners of the bed, the devious doctor then pulled up some restraints, wanting to restrain her patient's wrists firmly onto them to imprison the boy to the furniture that had just become his hospital bed!

Helplessly caught into the squeezing pattern of Patrice's reverse headscissor, poor Ataru was rocked back and forth in her constricting leggy cuddle until her peculiar, womanly sedation had perfectly worked its charm on the poor boy.

Limp and unresponsive, Ataru had just mumbled faintly every now and then as Dr. Valentine dutifully restrainted the cute little patient.
It took him few minutes to wake up from a restless sleep... unaware of what could have been happeed during his short trip to dreamland.
And when he finaly came back to his senses, reality was as much embarrassing as before. He was not a prisoner of a girl's strong thighs any longer... but he was stuck in Dr. Valentine's 'hospital bed' now!

"Uhhmm....m-my heaadd... ugh! W-wait what...??? o///o".
Mumbling in flushed distress, the cute dazed boy tried to tug at his bindings, only to find that he was not going anywhere.
It took

After Patrice had gotten Ataru positioned exactly the way she had wanted, it was time for her patient to wake back up again... However, he was seemingly slow to do so, which momentarily got the doctor a little bit worried! Finally, right before the blonde caretaker would have taken action, the boy began showing signs of life again.

"Oh, Ataru, it's good that you're awake! You were trying to resist my treatment so hard that I apparently had to put you even deeper asleep than necessary..." the girl giggled as she watched the boy opening his eyes, and making his first attempts to escape. "So, whatcha gonna say, after your cheating victory last round, are you still foolish enough to believe that you could still beat me in this match?" the doctor said in a cheerful tone, as she was slowly positioning herself on top of Ataru, eventually straddling his hips.

Finally awake and fully aware of his own distress, Ataru tried to tug at his bindings again, only to find that Patrice aka Dr. Valentine had done a very good job at restrainting her patient.

With the sexy opponent stradding his waist under her curvy hips, the Japanese boy was definitely at her mercy, his bucking and squirming obtaining nothing but to have Patrice's bosom bounce teasingly over his flustered gaze.

"H-Hey that was not cheating...! It was an accident and I apologized for it already. Also that's rich, coming from the girl who just tied me up to the bedpost!!! >///<", Ataru complained, his face flaring as he struggled with more vigor but to none avail.

Patrice's face was full of mischievous joy as she watched Ataru desperately trying to tug his way free from his bindings, and protesting with his words in distress against what the blonde herself had just said. And what brought even further joy to her face was the fact that she had all the power and freedom to completely ignore everything that he had just said!

Instead or replying anything to her patient, Dr. Valentine suddenly pinched his side with her fingers. "Ooops! Sorry, that was an accident too!" the girl issued a fake apology, before pinching his other side this time. "Oh, and that as well! A complete accident!" the girl giggled another time as she gradually leaned forward towards Ataru's face, eventually being only inches away from it.

"So, Mr. Patient, tell me your symptoms, what are the things that are keeping you from completely submitting your body to the doctor?" The pink-clad caretaker licking her lips after her words, and wondering whether her sedative still had any effect on her patient.