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

Failing his attempt at bull-charging Auphemia, Okami had basically lead himself right into Auphemia's standing scissor hold, forced to watch down at her meaty calves and see how she graciously crossed her ankles to lock him in place.

Trapped in her pulsating headscissor, the young male would make a series of groaning sounds along with the repetitive flexing and relaxing of her thighs muscles, his hands fruitlessly trying to fight his way out from her squeezing pattern.

"Unnngh...of course I'm still..nnnghh...here..I'm not going to give upnnghh...this...uuhhh... e-easiunnnghff... @///@". Each sensuous pulsation drained a little more of Okami's resistance, until the poor boy was too dizzy and softened to fight back.

With a taunting slap, the busty lady exacted an embarrassed yel from him, before his world went upside down and Auphemia's playful warning let him know what she had in store for him next.
"Fuuuhh... o-oh no.... unghhh !!! @_@".
Indeed, Okami tried to brace himself bringing his arms over his head to try and lessen the imminent impact. But even so, Auphemia's neatly executed pile driver turned most of his lights off, having the wolfboy flop down to the mats, his faint groans and groggy movements being the only clues that he was still conscious, though in a pityful stunned state.

“Ouch, that one must’ve hurt a bit.” Auphemia would say as she saw Okami’s barely conscious state, his movements barely showing tat he was actually awake at the moment. Guessing she had some time, the mistress would then simply give a wave or two to the audience, giving Okami some time to reorient himself after the devastating attack.

Of course though, that’s exactly what she wanted, evident as the mistress would use her foot to flop Okami onto his back and mount his waist, looking down to him with a smile. “Hope you’re ready, you’re about to have a very tough bout ahead of you.” She’d say before moving down, hovering her massive bosom over his face, giving him the idea of what she was going to do next.

To Okami's dazed head, the arena was like spinning around, while Auphemia used that time to strike sexy poses to her loving fans.
When the place finally stop spinning, Okami tried to stand up only to be easily pushed back down under Auphemia's foot.
The thought of the busty lady looking so sexy and dominant as she towered over him like that pinning him down with just the tip of one dainty foot pressed on his chest was extra-embarrassing, but Auphemia had just only started teasing him.

"Oooff...! N-Not if I can do something about it... Ngghh... 0///0", Okami squirmed in discomfort as Auphemia straddled his waist, a concerned look on his face as her large breasts bounced hypnotically over his face, virtually covering his whole field of vision.

Meanwhile, Ataru was stirring and yawning, lazily starting to come back to his senses at the uncomfortable feeling of several caressing hands over his body. "Nnnhh...but..what...? @///@".

“Fufufu~, oh Okami, if only you could back what you say.” Auphemia would say, taunt him before lowering her chest down more before beginning to swing her chest. She’d barrage him with breast slaps, knocking his face side to side while keeping him pinned underneath her. The busty mistress was going to ingrain it into the wolfboy’s head that her unique wrestling style was more than enough to knock him out as many times as she wanted.

Back by the ringside, several of the maids were set to “take care”of Ataru for when he’d wake up. The first he’d see would be Alicia, who was sitting on his stomach and looking down to him as she kept him down. “Oh, you’re finally awake again Ataru.” She’d say. “I almost thought mistress knocked you out for good that last time.”

While Alicia distracted Ataru by their closeness, it wouldn’t take long for the boy to then feel Lusy and Sejna get in position by laying down on his legs, preparing to set him up in yet another hold that involved all three of the busty maids.

When Auphemia was right, she was right, part of Okami's numbing brain had to admit as Auphemia lowered her massive bosom down to his face. The rest of his brain was busy clinging to consciousness as the busty lady went swinging her shoulders side to side in what appeared to be a graciously teasing movement, actually reverberating into a merciless pummeling.

"Mmmpffh...blubblubblubb...blurrb... @///@". Groaning and blubbering in distress, Okami's resistance was soon whipped into helplessness in Auphemia's "milkshaker", his head lolled side to side as his dizzy mind lost track of time.

"Uhhh...G-Gasp... you must let me go... Okami needs my help", Ataru groaned trying to squirm out, his words sounding quite comical not only because Okami was the one supposed to help HIM, but mainly because the young Toranami-kun was pretty much stuck into a situation with Auphemia's efficient maids at the moment.

“Try and stay awake as long as you can Okami.” The mistress would say as she smacked him back and forth with her massive breasts, taking her time as she had him right where she wanted him. “Breast to at least show you can take a beating since you can’t give one yourself, right?”

“Sorry Ataru, I can’t let you go after Lady Auphemia while she’s going against Okami.” Alcia would state, keeping Ataru down before lowering herself, smothering him with her breasts. “But you don’t need to worry, we’ll take good care of you until she is ready to finish our match.” At the blue haired maid’s words, Lusy and Sejna would press their chests forward and trap his boyhood between their breasts, adding pleasure to his next smother.

Auphemia's 'breast puns' never got old for her worshipping fans as she kept dominating Okami with her endless boob-pummeling, endlessly shaking her beachball-large melons and rolling his overpowered little head around inthere.
"Blubblub-mblubb... @///@". Soft but lethally heavy, her breasts were keeping Okami on the verge of passing out, the painful twisting side to side of his head being the only thing still keeping the poor boy barely conscious... Which was still quite the achievement probably, from Auphemia's point of view.

At the ringside, Ataru was totally at the mercy of three beautiful maids and their wonderfully plump sets of breasts. Which of course, made all the male audience terribly jealous. Ignorant of being considered a lucky bastard by virtually every guy in the arena, Ataru was trying his best to squirm out of the girls' bosomy holds, but his efforts were doing part of the work for Alicia, wasting stamina in futile struggles as her soft, comforting breasts deprived him of air in such loving, almost hypnotizing way.

Likewise, lack of oxygen and the squirming movements from the trapped boy were unwittingly assisting with Senja and Lusy's double paizuri, soon arising his boyhood to full mast as Alicia could hear and feel his muffled groans, confirming that the cute boy was getting lots of pleasure under their loving attentions, no matter what his rational mind wanted. "MMnnpffhh...! @///@ ...Mnnhff.... <3"

“Well, you’ve done good so far Okami.” Auphemia would say, stopping her barrage to sit up on his waist. She’d follow it though by pulling him up by his shoulders, pulling his face into her bosom for another breast smother. This time She’d settle for just smothering him, but as always she had to add on the embarrassment and began to grind against his crotch.

Meanwhile, Alicia would continue to press Ataru’s face into her bosom, giggling at his muffled groans. “Oh girls, I think he’s really liking that.” Lusy and Sejna wouldn’t respond, rather just begin to move their breasts more to amplify the paizuri, occasionally pressing their chests against one another firmly before continuing.

Okami's world was still spinning around for a while even though Auphemia had stopped her breast-pummeling several seconds ago, his dazed mind barely registering her mockingly praising words. Satisfied at his tamed state, the busty lady had then pulled him back into her amorous bosomy hold, proceeding to pacify him with a less punishing, but not less effective breastsmother.
"Mmnnff...mmmn... @///@". Okami's protests were redced to a mere mewling inbetween those evenloping pillows while his hands pawed at Auphemia's curvy body, with virtually no strenght behind it.

At the ringside, Ataru was stuck once again into a losing battle between being smothered out and being caressed into bursting out.
"Mrrpffhh... <3". Lulled into a stupor by the magical softness of Alicia's breasts, the cute boy was hopelessly relaxing in her motherly seductive embrace. Which of course, allowed to Senja and Lusy to play with his growing erection to their heart's content until it became throbbing and super-sensitive under their soft love-sandwich.
Each tighter pressure from their bosoms rewarded the girls with a new twitch of his lower body, and a new whimper within Alicia's cleavage, keeping the busty maids enterteined as he got ready to erotically explode under their charms.

Auphemia would smirk in satisfaction as the wolfboy was succumbing to her smothering pillows once more. She was more than pleased to use her unique wrestling style while at the same time dominated her opponents like they were little more than minor obstacles, and given how easily she’s had her way with the two, it’d be safe to say she was doing just that.

Back by the ringside, the three maids were continuing to treat Ataru in the best way possible, with all of them effectively using their breasts to put him at the verge of climax and passing out. And as they continued to work him over, the blue haired maid would rub his face around in her bosom, adding onto her smother as her fellow maids began to press their chests against his boyhood as they felt him ready to burst.