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

Poor Ataru was smothered and aroused into complete helplessness as Sejna and Lusy made a little game of his predicament, or a taunting "race" of sorts: would the cute boy cum first, or pass out first?

"Mnnnpffhh..nfff... <3... GASP...! 0///0 Mnnff..nff... g-gasp! 0///0". His boyhood kept twitching desperately as the maid leader enjoying her way to keep him on the brink of climaxing. And his cute gasping for much needed air semed to be greatly appreciated by Lusy, as she made a pattern of smothering him to near unconsciousness before letting him take a short gasp of air, just enough to stay awake.

At this point the maids were just making Ataru their own personal plaything, neither having considered him remotely a threat even before the small battle started. And as he was one the edge of another climax, the two would both press their breasts down as hard as they could on his head and boyhood, forcing him to moan into Lusy’s endless bosom while he came from Sejna’s paizuri.

“Is he still with us?” Sejna asked as she looked up to Lusy, who removed her breast from his face to see his barely conscious face.

“He’s with us, although he could use some more punishment.” Lusy stated, getting a nod from Sejna as the two got up. Once they were standing, Sejna would pick Ataru up and put him in a full nelson, keeping him up while trapping him before Lusy. “Try and stay entertaining, it’s the least you could do after us giving you the experience you’ve had.” Lusy then began to swing her bosom left and right, smacking Ataru’s poor face back and forth while Sejna kept him from even being allow to fall over.

The two’s assault would continue with no end in sight, as Lusy would relentlessly keep striking his face. And as the two maids continued to show no remorse in dominating the boy, Loretta was the only of the busty wrestlers not watching, waiting to see if Okami would attempt to do anything during the bosomy display of power.

With Sejna and Lusy keeping a perfect timing of simultaneously squeezing their breasts around his face and crotch, there wasn't anything left for Ataru than to spasm in erotic surrender, his muffled prolonged moan vibrating within Lusy's cleavage as he shot out all his strenght into a big climax that Sejna's bosom would gladly accept.. and most of his consciousness in the suffocating confines of the other maid's breasts.

"Uhhhh...n-no more... unghh.. blubblubblurrbbb...! @///@". The audience was laughing non-stop now, as Senja and Lusy decided to have more fun with him now that Ataru was nothing but a cutely half-conscious plaything in their clutches, utterly humiliating him with a series of booby slaps while Sejna held him nice and tight in a fullnelson.

Okami was certainly a corageous young wrestler. And certainly not the smartest strategist at it. That last taunt was too much for him to tolerate, and so he sprung forward towards the ring, running at rescue like the brave naive hero that he was.
"Grrr..! Resist Ataru!", He yelled, his mind not even grazed by the idea that Lusy and Sejna could have been setting a bait for him all this time.

And like that, it was hook, line and sinker. While Loretta was the maid to spot Okami, the others knew that her not watching the others that there was someone watching outside of their sight. And in a silent yet clearly effective plan, the two maids used Ataru’s poor body as the perfect bait to draw him out.

Before Okami could even get close to the others, Loretta was right at him, swinging her breasts to set him off course towards the ring. And if Okami stumbled enough towards the ringside, Camil would be the next to approach and strike with a boob uppercut, knocking him up and onto the ring with their mistress.

“Well then, and who might you be?” Auphemia asked as she looked down to Okami, Lusy and Sejna now done with Ataru and allowing him to collapse down to the floor from his weakness, allowing him to remain conscious as his wannabe savior was confronted by the busty wrestler.

"What the...??? UNNGHHHH...!!!". Before he knew what had gone wrong with his plans, Okami had been flung up across the ropes, having him crash-landing right at Auphemia's feet.

The busty lady's cunning strategy could not have worked better: not only denying Okami any chance to save his friend Ataru, but even bringing a new, cute-looking boy right onto the ring thanks to Camil's extra-strong boob-uppercut. And thus, Auphemia had a totally new plaything all to herself.

"Unghh... name is Okami... and I will save Ataru...", The brave silly boy would groan, trying to stand up and fight as the large bouncy melons of Auphemia loomed over him.

As for Ataru, he had played the bait role just fine so the maid were letting him rest for awhile, having him slump down surrounded by their shapely legs. Of course, it was also meant as a further taunt for the Japanese boy, being reduced to a helpless spectator as Auphemia had fun with his wannabe-savior.
"Uuughh... oh no...b-be careful Okami...", he groaned faintly, hinting at moving towards the ring with not a single drop of strenght left in his body.

“Save him, he’s the one who came to this match, and he’s simply suffering from the rules given.”Auphemia commented, smirking as she saw the boy get up. “But if you want to join us, I’ll be glad to give you a quick catch up to him. That way you can get busted up with him.”

The busty mistress would then motion the boy to him with her finger, standing seductively as she placed her free hand on her hip. “Come and get me big boy, if you got the chest for it.” She’d say, daring Okami to make a move against her first, seeing if the boy was foolish enough to fall for another trap.

If he did and rushed after her, Auphemia would swiftly remove her long frill skirt, revealing her panties made of the same satire material as her top before throwing the skirt into Okami’s face. If the skirt got him, she’d then pounce and preform a heavy breast punch to his head, knocking him to the side as she got into a more serious stance. “Now I can move freely, let’s see how well you do compared to your friend.”

"Rules or not, I won't let you turn Ataru into your toy. Get ready now! I will-mmghff??? 0////0 ...UNNGHHHH..!!!"

The crowd burst out into a collective laughter at how Okami had been suddenly turned into a "masked wrestler", getting a faceful of Auphemia's lace panties before she also gave him a first taste of her overpowering bosom.
"ouuff... nice joke there... I'll pay you back for that! Hyaaah!". Typical Okami, the brave naive boy was promptly nudged into a bull rush reaction thanks to Auphemia's cunning mind games, as he charged straight with a clothesline attempt.

Meanwhile, the smooth satiny legs of Sejna and Lusy formed a sort of lovely cage for the downed Ataru, limiting his movements as he started a meek attempt at crawling out of their surrounding cares.

“Well aren’t you the rough rider Okami, charging in so suddenly.” Auphemia would comment as she moved forward, aiming to strike him with a heavy direct breast blow to his face. If the boy was stunned, she’d continue the momentum by slowly back8ng him into the corner, hitting him with blow after blow from her enormous bosom.

Meanwhile, Sejna looked down to see Ataru trying to desperately crawl towards the ring, think by some impossible margins that he could help the boy in the ring. It was an entertaining sight, but the headmaid would do everything to keep her mistress from being interrupted. And so she’d kick him over to his back and quickly get on top of him, setting him up in a headscissors.

“You’re not yet allowed to fight the mistress Ataru.” Sejna stated as she lifted her skirt, keeping an eye on the boy as she tightened her thighs, keeping his face near her panty-clad crotch. The position she had over him would prevent Ataru from being able to escape, but should he crane his neck back enough he’d be able to see his friend getting assaulted by her mistress.

Okami groaned in pain, anticipated by Auphemia's swift movements as her massive bosom hit his face and knocked him back.
If he thought the first bosomy-strike had hit the target because her strange fighting style had surprised him... then what was with the 2nd, 3rd and 4th, each of them smooshing his face without fail???

All he could do was to wonder how those incredibly soft melons could be so heavy and crushing at the same time, while he fruitlessly tried to block Auphemia's attacks. Overpowered by nothing less than her amazing bosom, Okami was soon pushed into the corner, realizing that his glazed eyes would be unable to see her next assault in time to dodge it. Like that, Okami trierd to avoid such bosomy doom by moving away from the corner... easier said than down in his current state.

Down at the ringside, Ataru was not faring any better, as Sejna had decided to make him prisoner of her tight headscissor hold, thus making sure that he wouldn't disturb her mistress... while probably getting some pleasure to herself as she squeezed his neck and held his blushing face so close to her lace-clad crotch.
"Nghhhh... t-tight... @.@", Ataru groaned meekly as the head maid squeezed him into obedience... and his spirit was furtherly crushed when his gaze met Okami's bad predicament, up on the ring.

“Nope, not getting out that easily.” Auphemia stated as she grabbed Okami’s wrist, stoppinghim from escaping before throwing him back into the corner. The busty mistress would then continue to barrage the poor wolfboy’s face with blow after blow from her breasts before striking with a firm uppercut, knocking the boy down to sit against the corner.

“You got a bit of catching up to do. So we should start with a little bit of breath play, get you nice and ready for what comes after.” Auphemia said as she moved down, mounting his waist and grabbing his head, pulling him into her melons. Using the corner, she’d push her chest against him to further push him in, giving him zero chance of escape.

Meanwhile Sejna kept her thighs tight around Ataru’s neck, keeping him nice and obedient as he was forced to watch Okami go through a similar process that he had suffered earlier.