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

"M-Mnffhh...". Okami couldn't really argue with Senja's reasoning. And how could he after all, with his whole head stuffed in the warm smothering prison of her cleavage, leaving just his forehead and part of his sivler hair showing?
Certainly, Senja could poretend that his muffled mumblings were of compliance with her words, if so she liked. Not that it had much importance as Okami went sleepier and sleepier in her embrace.

On the ring, Ataru's "cunning strategy" had miserably failed when Auphemia had easily anticipated his intentions with a taunting bump of her enormopus bosom right onto his face. Before Ataru could regain his balance (and his composture as the smooth texture of her boobs had him blush deeply), a heavy bosomy version of a hook-punch followed, sending the poor boy spinning around.

"U-Unnghff... I'm n-not done... @///@". Slumping into the ropes, which prevented him from being knocked down, Ataru shook his head and tried to react, throwing a couple of unfocused jabs towards Auphemia. In case they hit, they'd probably land onto the bigger target available... namely Auphemia's enormous breasts.

It was clear that Okami had no real say in the matter, as he was forced to be knocked out once more by the busty maid. However as she said, the maids wouldn’t preform anything further on him once he was knocked out, Sejna releasing his face and stepping off and away from the unconscious wolfboy. “Camil, will you take him to whoever is supervising the arena currently?”

“Sure, whatever.” The redhead would say, picking the wolfboy up and throwing him over her shoulder walking up the ramp with him. “He did good enough, but he’s still just a weakling compared to us.” She’d mutter, giving the wolfboy a second glance before leaving view.

Auphemia would as she always had let the boy strike her bosom, however just as it had been before it had done little to nothing to actually hurt or effect her in any way. And in her normal fashion, Auphemia would return the blows with her own series of breast bunches and hooks, knocking his face around with ease before swinging up for a powerful boob uppercut.

If anything, Ataru's jabs to her bosom had oy produced the effect to furtherly demoralize the boy as Auphemia's powerful breasts had so easy absorbed them, bouncing suggestively as the busty lady remained overall unfazed and smiling.
On the contrary, Ataru was overpowered by her swinging boobs even when he tried to block, their soft heavy roundness finding the way to hit his face all the same.
"Umhgffh @_@". Once he was cornered, her bosomy-uppercat snapped his poor head backwards, sending him bouncing to the ropes and back at Auphemia, where Ataru tried to grapple her into a defensive clinch... Pretty much like a groggy boxer who is trying to make it to the end of the round.

Miserably failing to save Ataru, Okami had ended up sharing the same bosomy fate with him: fallen asleep in Senja's inescapable breast smother, his limp form had been draped over Camil's shoulders as the busty brawler carried him to the backstage. Whether she would let him rest or toy with him, was only up to her to decide.

Ataru had been quite easily been knocked around by Auphemia’s overwhelming bosom, treating him like a punching bag. After her uppercut and his attempted clinch, Athens mistress would use his own desperate attempt against him, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling face right into her awaiting bosom.

“Now be honest Ataru, were you really expecting anything different?” She’d asked mockingly, rubbing his face between her massive mammaries with a smirk on her face, literally rubbing in her dominance as she smothered him. He’d be lucky though, as she would soon release his face from her bosomy prison. However just after she would free him she’d swing her breasts for another heavy uppercut, managing to move around him just after to swing her breasts down and attempt to knock him hard onto the canvas.

Ataru's groggy mind had brought him right into Auphemia's most dangerous assets, as she didn't miss to "rub it in" by teasingly pulling him to her awaiting bosom.
"mnfblubbb... @///@". In no hurry of smother him out of games, the busty lady had enjoyed this chance to roll his cute face around inbetween her fleshy watermelons, only to then punish him with another breast-uppercut.
"Uuunnnghh... @///@". The arena spun around wildly at the bosomy impact for Ataru, and it wouldn't stop when the poor boy was sprawled down, facing up as his glazed eyes tried to re-focus, merging the twin Auphemias towering over him into one figure. One Auphemia was more than enough after all.

“Aww, not feeling too hot there Ataru?” Auphemia would teasingly say, seeing him struggle to even keep his focus down on the canvas. “Tit’s a real shame, you were a more than satisfying debut match. But I guess our time together is near it’s end.” The mistress would then reach down and pick Ataru up, trapping him in an exotic bearhug that had his boyhood trapped between her massive bosom.

“Try your breast to endure this.” She’d encourage, beginning a mixture of a paizuri and bearhug, alternating between the two moves to further play with the boy. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint the audience in our grand climax, would we?” She’d continue on, fully aware he had no hope of escape. “I’ll be sure to engrave this feeling into your mammary.”

Auphemia was visibly and audibly enjoying herself now, letting her bosom-puns course freely as Ataru flushed more and more in utter embarrassement. Of course, it wasn't like she had needed any mind games to overpower the cute boy at all, but adding erotic and psychological domination to his desperate predicament had clearly made her satisfaction for the totally triumphant debut more complete and fulfilling.

Once again, the deeply blushing Ataru had tried to resist her, fruitlessly trying to brace himself when Auphemia wrapped her arms around his waist. And once again, he failed as she effortlessly picked him up into her very special version of a bearhug, squeezing him to make him wheeze from lack of air, and gently bouncing him into her expansive bosom each time she tightened her hug, making sure that his boyhood would be trapped and rhythmically rubbed by her heavenly melons.

"Uuunnnfhh... y-you have not win the match yet-nghhh... fuuahhn... @///@". In denial of his clearly hopeless predicament, Ataru's fighting spirit was probably adorable to Auphemia. Or stupid. Probably both, adorably stupid. His hands were placed on the voluptuous lady's forearms in a pityful attempt at prying open her constricting love-hug. But his deep red face and the twitching of his lower body each time she bounced him tighter to herself screamed the obvious truth: that Ataru belonged to Auphemia's bosom.

“True, true, you’re still conscious and able to move.” She’d say, nodding as she kept him trapped in her erotic bearhug. She then smirked as she looked up to him, shaking her shoulders lightly in order to get some extra rubbing in on his member. “But we’ll be sure to take care of both you and you’re little friend here.”

Auphemia wouldn’t let up in her assault on the poor boy, bouncing and squeezing him as she’d push him further and further towards the soon to be imminent climax. However just as he was about to release his white flag of surrender, Auphemia would slam him down hard with her on top, her overwhelming bosom completely squish his girth as a result of the slam.

"F-Forget it... I will escape and... guhhhh...". Ataru's next attempt at a cute silly defiant speech was interrupted by Auphemia gently swinging her shoulders, shaking the trapped boy side to side along with her playfully dominant movement as the ragdolled young opponent moaned in dizzy distress and embarrassed pleasure.

Unable to escape, Ataru had settled his mind into at least trying to endure her erotic stimulation, but it was getting harder and harder as her almost gentle but relentless squeezing and bouncing was slowly making his head woozy, while transferring all of that lacking blood and oxygen to his raging erection. Ataru's willpower was the thin string still keeping himself from giving into what would be probably the last of many intense, energy-draining hentai submissions tonight.

But as she said to herself, Auphemia knew well hot to take care of it: The sudden spine-buster left Ataru stunned, crushing his mental defense just while her beachball sized breasts squished and pressed his throbbing boyhood.
"A-aaannhhhhg...<333 Uuuuuhhhh... @///@". A big hot squirt of his semen was shot right into her tight cleavage, the predictible outcome of Auphemia's overpowering maneuvre as the poor dizzy boy succumbed into erotic surrender.

“And like that, tit comes to an end.” Auphemia would say proudly as he climaxed between her dominating bosom, once again defeating the boy sexually with her womanly assests. And of course, with the latest strength draining climax, it would stand to reason that she was very much able to knock him out for the final time.

Crawling up his body, the busty mistress would smile at Ataru one last time before moving up more to lay down on him, entrapping his cute face between her impossibly large chest. “Tit’s a shame we don’t have one of the P.O.W rules, it’d be fun to have you all to myself.” She’d tease, rubbing in her victory as she smothered the poor boy.