Patrice Vs Ataru - Bedroom cosplay match

Patrice was radiant with joy at Ataru's flustered protests and fruitless struggles, rubbing his helplessness into his face as she took the chance to playfully pinch him every now and then, showing him that he was her plaything and he couldn't do anything about that.

Speaking of rubbing into his face, an even more fiery blush would rise into Ataru's face as Dr. Valentine approached him.

"S-Symptoms..? I'm j-just trying to fight back... it's perfectly normal in a wrestling match..! o///o", he would reply trying once again to tug at the inescapable bindings.

The effect of the sedative had vanished now, but the trapped boy could smell that sweet, strangely relaxing scent again as she leaned closer, her smiling lips close to his face, her hefty bosom bouncing just under his chin.

It appeared that the sedative no longer had much effect, at least in the form of making Ataru's eye lids heavy. But then again, it was pretty obvious that had Patrice wished to put the boy once again to sleep, that would not be hard at all... Still, it meant that Dr. Valentine had to come up with something else to finally sign off her patient.

While listening to Ataru's words, the blonde slowly slid her hands forward on the boy's sides, eventually placing them by his ribs, almost all the way to his armpits. Then, she began squeezing them gently, some of her fingers pressing awkwardly between his ribs, while keeping her lips just as close to his face as with her last words.

"Uh-huh... Trying..." the girl began with a condescending tone. "And tell me, how could it be anything else than trying, since your hands are all tied up to this bed?" she then continued, hoping that Ataru would finally be forced to acknowledge his obvious situation.

Ataru's body twitched as Patrice's fingers run up along his sides, her fingers playing with the sensitive space between his ribs provocating more fruitless squirmings as her full, plump lips moved so close to his own, he could feel their radiant, seductive warmth.

"Guhh... I.. I'll... c-come out with something... gulp.. o///o",
He tried to reply, but he was clearly helpless to do anything.
Even worse, the sweet perfume coming from Dr. Valentine's smooth skin was starting to affect him again, not much as there was no direct contact with his nose and mouth, but enough to make him slightly light headed.

Patrice had gotten Ataru's hands already tied up to the bed, but to the blonde's surprise, the boy still refused to show signs of surrender. Apparently he was more stubborn than he should have been, and that posed the French girl with a problem. What could she do now to make him actually surrender?

Reflecting on the dilemma, Trice realized that their current roles provided plenty of opportunities to act on. If Ataru wasn't ready to obey the doctor's orders, maybe the doctor should bring some more horror into the patient's treatment. Besides, weapons were allowed in this match, so taking out some medical equipment surely was expected for Dr. Valentine.

Leaving Ataru by himself for a moment, the pink-clad doctor slowly got up and rose off the bed, standing right next to it. Then, she still wanted to give the boy a chance to change his mind. "Well well Ataru, I'm afraid that you're not being cooperative enough. I might have to fetch some equipment from my locker room... To finally put you into sleep! Although I must warn you, that kind of treatment could hurt quite a bit..."

Ataru looked at Patrice walk to the locker room with that teasingly sway of her hips and those not reassuring words, gasping in shocked concern. Was the sexy-dominant doctor talking for real? What was she planning to do with him?

With such alarming questions in mind, the young prisoner engaged another fruitless round of fighting against his binding, only getting further confirmation that he wasn't going anywhere unless Patrice decided so.

"Uhh... t-there's no need to go hardcore now... c-can't we talk?", he stuttered with genuine concern on his flushed face.

Patrice was already making plans of what kind of equipment she should choose from her locker room, when she finally heard Ataru's humble pleas from behind her. Stopping dead on her tracks, the doctor pondered for a moment whether she should listen to her patient at all, or to just proceed with her treatment plan. However, the more she thought about it, and the more she heard the crowds getting more impatient for some more action, the blonde became increasingly convinced that maybe she should listen to her patient this time.

Turning around, Dr. Valentine marched back to her patient, ready to listen to what he wanted to really 'talk' about. "Fine. Let's talk. What do you want to say? What do you want to suggest? Or should I smother you silly once again?"

If anything, Ataru had convinced Patrice to come and listen to his words, and now came the difficult part: he had to say something, and he had no idea what to say!

"Uhhh eerm... I mean, come on Patrice, the best thing to do is to be a good sport and set me free... so we can fight on equal terms... r-right?",
He stuttered with a not-so-convincing speech, then getting all red-faced as he suddenly ponmdered on her last words.
"W-wait... smother me silly..???",
He gasped, unwittingly giving Dr.Valentine a suggestion for her next actions.

Patrice had genuinely thought that Ataru may have actually had some solid suggestion for her now that she had kindly returned to the boy, but was once again sorely disappointed as he apparently decided to only engage in a futile attempt at talking his way out of the restraints.

"Oh come on Ataru, it's your own fault if-..." the doctor began responding to his complaints, before he suddenly interrupted her with echoing her last remarks. "Yeah, that's what I said. So is that what you want then?" she then prodeeded to ask, this time with an already rather impatient voice. "I thought that you had already had enough of that, but apparently you can't wait for more then?", her tone becoming increasingly sarcastic.

Trice also realized that she had now come maybe a little bit out of her role, and that she probably should try to finish Ataru as soon as possible to preserve her image as Dr. Valentine.

"Besides, when have patients begun telling doctors how they should be treated?"

A fiery, embarrassed blush colored Ataru's cheeks as he realized that he had just talked himself into a worse predicament, with a now visibly annoyed Dr. Valentine looming over him, so he decided that he'd better behave and show a more cooperative attitude.

"Uhh.. w-well.. I guess it's the other way around... patients must just listen to their doctor and take their prescriptions.. o///o",
He would timidly comply. All the while, his arms kept quietly tugging at his bindings, unnoticed by Patrice (or that's what he thought).

Patrice had just been losing her calm a little bit, which the blonde deemed to be just a little bit alarming. She didn't want to break her role as Dr. Valentine, and it was obvious that she was starting to lose her patience with her patient. And even if Ataru was trying to calm her down with his words, it was very evident to the blonde by his body language that he wasn't probably really meaning what he was saying!

"Well, now that you've figured it out, I suppose that you'll have nothing against this then..." the pink doctor deduced, as she began getting up on the bed again. Immediately resting her legs on each side of Ataru's head, the blonde girl then pushed her body down to sitting directly on top of the boy's face! And it was pretty much all that she needed to do... Just placing her hands on her hips, the doctor decided to just wait for her medicine to take effect, and smother her patient once again to sleep.