Lady Auphemia Vs Ataru: Lumber-maids match!!! (complete)

Okami yawned and stirred just like a little boy waking up from his afternoon nap. After all, Alicia's totally non-violent style had put him to sleep without any pain (and with a generous share of pleasure too). It was only when the wolfboy stood up, that the insidious aspects of Alicia's moves dawned on him:
"N-Nnnhhh... oh gods... 0///0", he mumbled realizing how soft and unsteady his legs felt. And that's when he realized that he was standing with Camil on one side and Loretta on the other... and that he was naked!
"W-What the fu...uugh! 0///0". Not the best way to assume a fighting stance and fight against 2 busty powerful opponents, indeed!

On the ring, Ataru had a slight idea of how bad his predicament was, when the sweetly smiling Auphemia reminded him that this had been just his FIRST official KO. All around, the fans kept laughing cheerfully at how Auphemia kept teasing him with her non-stop breast puns.
Still, maybe she had given him a good advice after all: if he could not overpower her, he could always try to endure until she ran out of stamina. It was not likely to happen but with no better plan ahead of him... oh well:
"Alright, that I will try to do in that case Auphemia sa...uh?? ". The usual bouncing of Lady Auphemia's huge bosom didn't miss to captivate the boy's eyes, causing his boyhood to twitch and flinch lightly in response... and there's when the Japanese boy realized that his shorts were gone!

"Ah... t-that's embarrassing...! 0///0". Ataru's comment couldn't be cuter and naive, as he still tried to resume the fight, throwing a couple of tentative jabs towards her melons. Though, she could tell that his focus was divided among trying to fight, trying not to think about his wardrobe disfunction, trying not to let her breasts distract him. Too many things to take care alltogether.

“About time you woke up!” Camil wouldn’t even give Okami a generous comment and second to recover, instantly leaping forward to strike him with a heavy breast jab. “I’ve been waiting for the chance to get a few hits, so don’t expect me to wait for you to come around!”

After her hit, Loretta would respond with a breast uppercut, knocking him back to Camil who struck again with a heavy breast blow. Similarly to how Ataru was treated, Okami would be pummeled back and forth by the large melons of the maid duo, being treated like a punching bag before Camil struck with a lunging breast upper cut, Loretta catching him and locking her arms up and putting him in a full Nelson.

“Come now Ataru, I gave you an idea and you’re barely acting on it.” Auphemia would comment, taking the simple jabs as it was likely not going to cause much damage to her heavy bosom. At the same time, she was well aware of his failed attempt at keeping his eyes away from her breasts, knowing the poor boy couldn’t help but look at them.

“You should really work on your composure, it can be a real tit of trouble against opponents like me.” She’d say, swinging her chest for a breast right hook to his face, grabbing his wrist to keep him from getting far and pulling him in for a breast jab, releasing him to let him take a few steps back. “Of course, you’re still free to look all you want.” She’d say, pulling her top a bit to show the canyon between her cleavage for a second as she winked. “It’s the breast view in the House after all.”

Watching in horror at how the busty maids were using Ataru like a sort of human ball for their lewd mockery of a tennis game had been the reason for Okami had decided to rush at his aid in first place... but now he was suffering the same fate and with no chance to tesist.
Trying to dodge had not worked, as those huge bouncy boobs seemed to hit him from everywhere, and trying to block proved to be even less of an option, as Camil's booby-uppercut just overwhelmed his guard sending him flung right into Loretta's awaiting arms, getting him caught into a full nelson.
"U-unngh.... let....go... @///@", he groaned in embarrassed protest, blushing at the squishy pressure of her melons against his shoulders as he tried to shake his head clear, all the while struggling weakly to get out of her clutches.

After his jabs had just made Auphemia's huge breasts lightly bounce in a suggestive way, Ataru's cheeks had blushed up to that usual reddish/pinkish color they tended to assume in response to her breast-based teasings, letting her know that the cute boy was totally a sucker for her huge wonderful breasts, and too nervous and embarrassed to admit it which probably made it even more fun.

Dazed after tasting two of her patented boob-punches, Ataru tried to quickly gather a composture, knowing that she was right:  he needed to keep distance and move swiftly if he wanted to make her tired and....
"w-what are you doing now?!?" The flustered boy  flailed looking everywhere else when she pulled down her top to show a very tempting peek on her cleavage canyon, "...such kind of distractions are totally n-not going to wor...k..uuhh... 0///0".
But in spite of his brave speech, Auphemia could notice with satisfaction that the poor shy hero was falling right into her bosom, even if only with his mildly hypnotized gaze. For now.

“You must really think high of yourself asking to be free when you can’t do it yourself.” Camil would say as she watched him struggle for a second, the blonde maid having no trouble to keep the wolfboy in her hold. “You should remember the position you’re in right now!” With him now unable to even move, the redhead would begin to smack his face back and forth with her heavy breast slaps. Now, they quite literally were treating the wolfboy like a punching bag.

Meanwhile on the ring, Auphemia would smirk as she saw Ataru blush and struggle with his words, knowing that her alluring cleavage was doing perfect work at keeping him distracted. And using that embarrassed weakness, Auphemia would quickly rush him and hit him with a right breast-hook, adding in a boob upper cut in an attempt to knock him down. And if she did get him down, the mistress would step over him and preform a hip drop, aiming to land on his gut.

"unghh... In that case I'll... Umpffh... Do it by mysel-mnghhffh... Ugh.... Mmghhff... Nghfff...". Okami's wannabe defiant speech was so easily crushed by Camil with just a repetitive swinging of her shoulders, resulting into a series of huge, heavy breast-pummeling around his face. Eventually, the poor boy was hanging half-limply from Liretta's full Nelson, slight bruises on his groggy face even if the maids boobs were probably the softest kind of boxing gloves ever.

Ataru wasn't faring much better against the teasing, powerful beauty known as Lady Auphemia. Easily falling into her sensuous distractions had lead him into being boob-punched down, and before he could react, Auphemia's full round booty had crushed the air out of his lungs with a funny "Ouuumpfffhh @///@" sound.
Not ready to give up yet, the cute brave boy had tried to push Auphemia off and roll out of her clutches, then willing to follow with a dropkick... But first of all: could he actually escape from Auphemia's loving attentions.?

As he became dazed and barely able to stand on his own, the blonde would release him and quickly move around him to strike him with her own bosom, knocking him onto his back after a thorough thrashing of their breast attacks. “That felt good, a little bit more and I might be satisfied.” Camil stated as she took a step forward, ready to knock him silly more before Loretta put her hand on her shoulder.

The redhead only had to look back to the blonde and see her expression to understand what the message was, rolling her eyes as she shook her shoulder free. “Fine, but only because Lady Auphemia would’ve told us to anyways.” Once the “argument” was settled, the two maids would move down to Okami, the duo each mounting a leg of the wolfboy and trapping his boyhood between their breasts. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess what their next move was going to be.

While the maids were having their fun, Auphemia would smirk as Ataru would push her away, the mistress allowing it and quickly getting to her feet ahead of the boy. And following his exhausted movements, she’d narrowly dodge Ataru’s drop kick and swing her chest down, aiming to knock him down to the canvas hard once more.

“Tit luck Ataru, you’ll have to move a little quicker than that.” Auphemia would say before moving down to lay across the boy, setting his head between her legs as she trapped him in a reverse headscissors. “I don’t do this move much, but it’ll do good to keep you still while I get to work.” The boy wouldn’t have to imagine what work she would be up to, as she wrapped her arms around his waist and smushed his boyhood between her own bosom, giving Ataru his first paizuri from the busty mistress.

Looking at Camil approaching with a cheepy grin on her face, Okami nodded faintly, knowing that it was just a matter of seconds before her KO strike would send him to merciful dreamland. But the maid (or their leader) had different plans for him, and soon he was laid down to the mats with a bouncing, massive set of breasts approaching him from both sides.
Unable to escape and even less to fight back while each girl pinned one of his legs, Okami couldn't do much more than moan pityfully as their large bosoms engulfed his groin, squishing his boyhood in the middle of their massive loveliness.

Escaped from Auphemia's pin attempt, Ataru had valiantly tried to strike back. But, no matter how admiringly brave the cute boy was, it still ended the same way as his previous attempts: missing the target with his dropkick, the Japanese boy was hammered by Auphemia's massive bosom in mid-air, sending him crashing disgracefully at her feet.

"Unghfffhhh! @//@". With Ataru nice and tamed on the mats, Auphemia didn't waste time, soon having him trapped into a nice and tight reverse headscissor.
"G-Gasp... n-no I must....esca-nnnghh....0///0". A good squeeze around his neck from her smooth toned thighs persuaded Ataru to spare his breathing, her flexing feminine muscles pulling him closer to her beautiful curvy butt letting his face be teasingly grazed by her frilly skirt, much to his aroused discomfort.

But this kind of headscissor hold also granted other erotically taunt chances to such a wonderfully busty girl like Auphemia, as poor Ataru immediately realized when he felt his boyhood getting sandwiched inbetween the familiar softness of her huge love-pillows.
"Fuuuuh.... g-gasp... 0///0", he moaned trying to squirm and struggle his way out of such erotic domination before it was too late to fight back. But how pathetic was that resistance, if Auphemia could control his breathing by just stretching her legs, having her ankles nicely crossed to keep him locked with minimum effort from her side?
Moreover, each time he tried to focus on fighting back, he got swayed off his game by just some pummeling or gently squeezing around his boyhood, so easily turning his resoluteness into shameful arousal.

Neither maids said a word as they squeezed Okami’s boyhood between their large chests, rather setting focus on putting him through further humiliation. And after a minute of just keeping his groin trapped there, they’d begin to rub their chests up and down, going in alternate paths in order to give a more amplified friction for the boy.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, now what exactly are you planning on doing Ataru?” Auphemia would taunt as she began to rub her massive bosom against her handsome prisoner’s boyhood, satisfaction on her expression as she gave him the sweetest taste of heaven. This was where her wrestling style was at its most effective, and both boys were learning this at the same time.

Okami's face went beet red as the two maids kept him pinned down rubbing his sandwiched shaft more and more inbetween their large soft melons, without saying a word as their beautiful emotionless eyes kept gazing at him mercilessly, like silently scolding the trapped wolfboy for being so pityfully weak to their erotic wrestling skills.
"Nghh...I m-must resi-snnnhh... <3... fuuu... @///@". Okami's words ended into a breathless moan as his slim yet manly body twitched nicely underneath the busty maids, letting them know that he was edging.

Ataru wasn't faring any better, pinned down by Auphemia's curvy body as she had firm control over "both of his heads": rhythmically headscissored by her thick velvety thighs and erotically grinded by her enveloping bosom, the Japanese boy groaned and moaned having to fight on two fronts.

Ataru was learning the true power of Auphemia's busty-wrestling style there: using the best womanly assets to dominate male opponents in body and mind, resorting to a mix of suffocating holds and lustful seductions to drain all their life force.
"Nghhh..planning to... break..nnnhh.. <3.. free... @///@"Here and there during his unfocused efforts to fight back, Ataru's hands gave a couple of slaps at Auphemia's curvy hips. Though, in his current conditions they were probably felt like mostly a nice spanking that would just increase her pleasure.

“If you actually could that would make things interesting, but we all know you won’t be able to do anything.” Camil stated as the two continued with their double paizuri, not gaining momentum but certainly not slowing down to make things easier for him. It was clear that they weren’t going to give him a break, and wouldn’t pause until they forced a humiliating climax from the wolfboy.

The same could be said for Auphemia, the mistress using her perfected technique to push Ataru closer and closer to his next climax. “As important as planning is, you might want to try and put some more action in.” She’d taunt Ataru, her breasts pushing down more on his boyhood with each stroke. Ever so slowly, her movements would grow longer and more enticing, and for the whole time he’d be able to do little more than take the pleasure while staring helplessly.