Eiruferu/Auphemia VS Ryu/Ataru - Winners take a prisoner! (complete)

Ryu moaned in a disgraceful blend of shame and arousal, both the conrtasting feelings urging him to squirm but he just could not escape, tangled as he was within the ropes like a cute little prey at Eiruferu's mercy.
Before long, the handsome boy's flushed face was matching the crimson color of his head, his glazed eyes totally defeated as he surrendered to hentai bliss.

"Mnnnrrff...! <333 ...mmmnnhhhgh... m-mmnh~ @///@".
Muffled sighs and moans of surrender went along with the reflexive bucking of Ryu's hips while Eiruferu's hotdogging buttcheeks milked him to the latest drop of sexual energy, just like her lustful gaze was drinking in Ryu's dizziness and despair. Before long, his lustful groans had subsided into cute little whimpers as he was all tamed and exhausted.

Speaking of sexual exhaustion, Ataru was docile like a sleepy kitten in Auphemia's holds now, too groggy and mesmerized to put up a noticeable resistance (aside from some timid mumblings) when she set him ready for another amorous breastsmother.

"wah-hnn~no... t-tiredmmffh...@///@"
Once embosomed inbetween Auphemia's melons, Ataru would stand no chance to stay awake even in prime conditions. But as he is now, the busty lady has just him leaving on the express from dreamland. All that is needed is the proper "lullaby" to help with his sweet journey... and Auphemia has proved to know plenty.

When Ryu would let out another hentai submission, Eiruferu would release his lips from her kiss before stepping away, turning to see her work in effect on the boy. And for the sake of her entertainment, she’d unwrap his limbs from their bindings in the ropes to allow the boy to fall onto the canvas.

Seeing the boy so exhausted after his latest climax was a welcoming sight to her, but it would only be a simple one while the score was at 14-0. She’d give the boy some time to recover, wanting to play with him more before forcing him into another humiliating knockout.

Meanwhile, Auphemia was rubbing her breasts around Ataru’s exhausted face, giving it a unique kind of massage while she felt his futile mumbling against her bosom. “Aww, you’re tired aren’t you Ataru? If this were a normal match I’m sure this is the point where I’d let it end. But since we still have time I think you know I can’t do that.”

She would then begin to smile, wanting to play with his mind while she smothered him out. “I think I have the perfect song for you. Let me know if you like it~” And so Auphemia would begin to sing a soft lullaby, one of breasts and women putting silly boys to sleep with them. Of how soft and irresistible they were to boys and how all they wanted was to be toyed with them. A strange but quite enjoyable one for her to sing.

With the scoreboard confirming an outstanding, womanly crushing 14 - 0 in this uneven battle of sexes, the sexually spent Ryu was finally released from Eiruferu's endless, mind-boggling kiss, and untangled from the ring ropes bondage as well, allowing the fatigued, utterly dominated dragon to slump down like a poor little lizard.

Sitting at the corner with Eiruferu towering over him in all her glory, graciously letting the brave, but so adorably weak boy recover some strenght and stamina, Ryu had not felt this helpless on the ring since a long time. Louise Heaven... Maria Infinity. He thought that he had improved, that winning or losing, no other woman would make him feel like a powerless little baby in their clutches again... and yet here he was now. That Selene girl... and now this!

As usual, Ryu's never-give-up spirit urged him up to his feet once again, against all odds. He was not going to roll around and let this beautiful...damnedly beautiful and powerful woman dominate him. Not until he had an ounce of fighting spirit in him!
"U-unnfhhh... o-ok I'm ready... bring it", Ryu would say after using the ropes for support, and stand up, even mustering, who knows from somehwere, a half-smirk as he invited Eiruferu to come forth.
His plans being to counter her move, grabing the voluptuous Queen and turning around into pinning her against the corner... since all his attempts at attacking head on had been a miserable failure so far.


In terms of feeling like a helpless little baby, no one could beat Ataru at the moment, as Auphemia had gone in full Mommy-mode on Ataru, enjoying her mockingly maternal way to cover him with pampering love while smothering him into oblivion.
Still under the exhausting effect of a too recent hentai submission, Ataru was nice and docile in the warm soporific embrace of Auphemia's breasts already, feeling weak and tired... like a baby.

And that was the perfect moment for Auphemia to put him to sleep in the most tender, deliciously humiliating way. Turning a supposingly strong wrestler in her sleepy baby boy as she started to sing a sweet succulent lullaby for Ataru, keeping the same hypnotic tempo with her amorous cradling and rocking movements.

"Mnnrfh... mfff @///@ ...mpffh~<3"
To the residual, distant corner of Ataru's spirit that still wanted to resist, this was possibly the most humiliating way to lose. But unluckily for him, the rest of Ataru was under her motherly charms, listening to the sweet rhymes of her lullaby, happy to be in Mommy Auphemia's soft bosom as she gently smothered him.

“Well, if you say so.” Eiruferu would say, instantly move in and turning to strike at his stomach with a powerful hip thrust. Even with his exhausted state, the busty Queen was by no means going to go any easier on the boy. She was going to continue to show her dominative capabilities until the time the match ended was up.

And so once hpshe preformed her hip thrust, she’d grab his arm and bringing him out of the corner, spinning him and aiming to have him bounce off the ropes before coming into a clothesline, the seductive woman following him down as she turned it into a proper slam. She was going to devastate the boys in the match, and it would be a glorious show for the whole time.

Meanwhile Auphemia was herself bringing Ataru closer to yet another imminent KO as he was unable to even move while in the comforts of her breasts. It was by now she knew the boys had no lasting strength in them, unable to do anything more than valiantly try to resist the women’s charms.

And as she smothered the fight out of Ataru yet again, she’d have to admit she at least admired the fact the boy’s were continuing their vain attempt at trying to fight them. Collectively they suffered a 14-0 loss so far, and yet they still try to fight against their dominating opponents. It was foolish, but adorably foolish for her.

Eiruferu was adamant at wanting to crush any last ounce of resistance and defiance from Ryu, wanting to make it clear for him and all the whole audience that a proper man's place was at the feet of a superior woman. Or between her breasts or thighs, depending on the occasion.
Having crushed Ryu back into the corner with a powerful, breath-taking hip-bump to his guts, the busty queen met not much resistance in irish-whipping the handsome boy into the opposite ropes, the strong momentum having him rebound and forcibly run back, right into her awaiting clothesline!

Ryu was no wimp though... well not a wimp at heart if anything, and he still tried to use agility to his advantage, rolling down to dodge Eirufer's incoming lariat so that he would then spring into the opposite ropes.
"Ugnnh woaaah! 0///0"
Ryu's jump was a pretty fly to behold as the dragon used thet ropes elasticity as a trampline of sorts, using most of his remaining strenght and stamina to try and surprise Eiruferu with his acrobatic fullbody splash, flying horizontally from the busty queen as the fans held their breath.


Down from the ring, Ataru had no other choice than to hold his breath as Auphemia's motherly bosom was making sure of it, giving him only soft, milk-scented breast flesh to suck on but no air. Serenading the cute little boy with the last rhymes of her mammary-tease version of a lullaby song, until Ataru's arms were dangling nice and limp aling his sides, his breathing rate having slowed down to the quiet shallow pace typical of a sleeping guy. Or a sleeping little baby in this case.
"mnff...mnff...Zzz... <3"

Seeing him dodge under her attack, Eiruferu would turn to watch as he’d rebound off the ropes and jump high in order to attempt to get the woman in a body splash. However due to his current exhaustion, the Queen was following his movements just fine. And in the spirit of a challenge she’d attempt to catch the boy.

If she had managed that, she’d take the time of his likely surprise to instead flip him over and grab his chin and thigh to execute a painful backbreaker, showing the busty Queen’s ability to turn a boy’s chances against her into nothing but humiliating attempts. “You made a mistake of underestimating me Ryu.” She’d say, taking a second to pull extra on him. “I’ll be sure to correct that.”

Once she felt him pass out between her legendary bosom, Auphemia would lay Ataru back down on the ground while remaining on top of him, smiling down in satisfaction at her latest work of pleasuring and soothing her make opponent. But of course, there was still plenty of time left to be had. And as much as she’d love to continue playing with the boy she felt it was time to mix things up again.

“Oh Eiruferu, I believe it’s time we switch boys up again.” She’d say to her busty ally, who paused her backbreaker to look to her. “Wouldn’t want them to get too used to us now would we? I’m sure we can still milk a few good submissions and KOs from them.”

“Very well.” Eiruferu would say, dropping the boy behind her in a less than graceful sign of saying she didn’t think much of him before walking to the side of the ring, the two busty women switching boys once more.

The dragon's spectacular fly could not end into a more miserable landing... across Eiruferu's strong feminine shoulders, as the busty queen flipped him over and caught him prisoner of a torture-rack backbreaker, his front turned up as she started ti apply some painful pressure by pushing down on his chin and thigh.
"Unghhh!! U-guuhh... N-not understimating at all-ghhhh... But I had to try....nghhh something @_@"
Eiruferu would not even bother responding, just increasing the punishing pressure. Groans of pain and pleading for mercy were all she wanted to hear from him now as it seemed, determined to bend the silly defiant boy to her will, quite literally in this case.

Down the apron, the situation was much quieter and definitely lovey~dovey. Not only Auphemia had successfully smothered and pampered her cute little opponent into a peaceful slumber, but a good number of young lads nearby were swooning in dizziness from Auphemia's lullaby themselves: getting too close to take snapshots, they also had been soothed into surrender by Auphemia's sweet hypnotic lullaby, showing that besides all her other marvelous qualities, the busty temptress also had a beautiful siren's voice to match with.
One that could earn her big money recording nursery rhymes and love songs, should Auphemia ever get tired of wrestling. But that day was still very far, judging on the big satisfied smile on her shiny lips.

With Eiruferu dropping the agonizing Ryu down like a sack of potatoes, a collective amused laughter was elicited from the girls team fans (almost the whole arena), as Auphemia's accepted proposal of 'shifting boys' just showed how Ryu and Ataru were nothing but cute playthings for these sexy powerful women now.
For their part, the few remaining supporters of the boys team were embarrassingly silent, acting like pretend 'unbiased sport fans' while blushing at the guilty desire of seeing their 'heroes' bullied more by the sexy villainesses.

The score was now a damaging 15-0, a such one sided fight that it couldn’t even be considered that. And as the women switched their current opponents to enjoy their boy toys more for the duration of time they still had. It had been such a dominating battle with so little rules it almost seemed unnecessary for Sejna to be there, but the maid remained in her position, watching in satisfaction as her mistress and teammate played with the boys.

Getting down from the canvas, Eiruferu would then go to Ataru, noting the boy’s peaceful expression as he slept. Although she’d be sure that it wouldn’t last for long, as she’d grab him and bring him back over to the barrier he was previously pushed against. From there, she’d mount his waist and begin to grind on him, starting her personal favorite “game” with the boy she had earlier. “Not time to rest Ataru-kun, I’m not yet satisfied with your domination.

Meanwhile, Auphemia was now on the ring with Ryu, seeing the boy down on the canvas after having been put in such an effective torture rack by the busty queen. “Feeling ready Ryu?” She’d ask with a smirk, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down to him. “Because I’m ready to have a really good time.”

Ataru's trip to Bosomy Heaven was soon interrupted by the steady, increasing sensation of warmth below his guts, which kepèt turning ever more steamy... more and more and more with each...grinding...? 0///0
"Ahhhnnhh~". A cute groggy moan let Eiruferu know that her adorable, hopeless Ataru was finally awake. Still groggy, he would place his strenghtless hands to the side of Eiruferu's hips trying to push himself free, but that only earner a couple of more intense gyrations that exacted an even more pathetic, almost girly moan from his lips.
The poor boy was going to be drowned into more delicious games of womanly domination soon enough, and his consent was not required.


On the ring, Ryu was looking from up at Auphemia from a kneeling stance, blushing as she towered over him in all her busty glory. Admitting to himself that she was too woman for him to be ready, he still stood up and assumed his (tired) fighting stance with the usual admirable courage (stupidity).

"A-Alright then, let's start giving you a .. ungh good time. Hyah!".
Considering the outcome of his latest attempt at go ariborne techniques, Ryu decides more prudently to stick to textbook grappling for now, approaching for a basic starting lockup for now.... where he would then reach down with one hand to grab behind Auphemia's knee and hopefully trip her down to the mats. Hopefully.

“Good, you’re awake.” Eiruferu would state as Ataru moaned underneath her, her hips stopping temporarily so that she could look down to the helpless boy. “This Match has been an utter domination for you, both physically and sexually. And despite that you continue to be turned on by simply the motions of my hips. How did you expect to win this match?”

After asking her question, the busty Queen would continue her grinding, her breasts dangling sprightly in front of Ataru’s face to remind the boy of the erotic challenge that he was being put through again. As usual. The Queen was ruthless in her erotic attack, her hips never pausing in her quest to dominate the boy.

On the ring, Ryu’s tired state had made it all too predictable for Auphemia to see through him. And even if she didn’t, his lack of speed made countering him a total breeze. And so when he’d attempt to reach down to grab her leg, she’d swing down with her bosom, aimining to knock the boy down to the canvas.

Should the move be effective she’d go and sit down on Ryu’s back, tucking his legs underneath her arms for a textbook Boston Crab. “So Ryu, have you been having spun so far? I mean, I know deep down you do, but I wanna hear what you have to say.” As she pulled back on his legs, the busty mistress’ would move her breasts up to go between his legs and surround his boyhood, adding an erotic stimulation to the painful hold.