Trista-Ayane vs Okami-Ataru (finished)

Ataru went weaker and weaker as the girls had their playful way to roll his face in their teasing suffocation, until they had smothered him silly and docile for Trista to kiss as she pleased.

The whole thing left him cutely dazed and easy to trap into their holds . "N-Ngrhh.... s-so tight...", he groaned, blushing as Ayane whispered to his ear and easily locked him in her crossface submission.

Noticing the situation, the ref girl came closer to see if Ataru would tapout, while the trapped boy was squirming in Ayane's hold, his struggles causing their sweaty bodies to get nicely rubbed against each other as he tried to reach the ropes with his free arm.

Ayane had noticed his arm going for the rope, but she didn't care, the whole point to this hold was just to wear Ataru down, and if he tapped that was fine, but it also gave her time to try to throw him off his game by talking to him. "So how did you enjoy our holds Ataru? Aren't you happy that you got so close to our bodies?"

Ataru blushed deeply at Ayane's playful teasings, her strategy working just fine as she was wearing him down in her clutches while making him feel helpless and embarassed in her tight clutches.

"Nhghhh..." Though the ropes were seemingly out of reach, the japanese boy was stubborn enough not to give up, groaning as he kept trying to reach them. On her hand, Ayane could enjoy his cute struggles, watching and feeling him go weaker as he remained trapped nearby the girls' corner.

Ayane loved watching her opponent struggle, and would like to see more. She would pull even harder on his arm, which would, at the same time pull his head too. She would also rub her crotch against his arm at the same time, to distract her opponent slightly.

Ayane's seductive grinding distracted and embarassed poor Ataru, even in such a painful hold, making it easier for the girl to keep him in her power.

The ref-girl approached to ask if he would give up but Ataru refused with cute stubborn attittude. He was about to pass out when, with a main effort he stretched himself a little more, aiming to the lowest rope.

Though, succeeding or not into grabbing the rope would not change much in his predicament, since he would remain weakened and in the wrong corner, in any case.

"Darn, he got to the bottom! Oh well, your turn Trista!" Ayane had said as she had tagged in her partner. Trista had grabbed him by the feet, and hooked her legs with his arms, having Ataru hang upside down, being in the position for her shark drop move, but kept him there to have the blood flow to his head.

As Trista took the tag, Ataru started to crawl towards his corner but she had her easy way to grab him by the legs and lock him in her hold before he could go anywhere.

"U-Uhnnn... " locked for good, he groaned in helplesness, going more dazed from the upside down postion as Trista could enjoy his fruitless squirmings. At this point, it looked like Ataru was nothing but a toy for them to play with at will.

"Well, it's about time for your friend to have fun!" With that she would land the shark drop, and turn over to have her legs pin down his arms, and have his shoulders on the mat as the ref girl started the count. "1...."

Ataru was totally powerless to stop Trista as she slammed him down and pinned him in such a teasingly dominating way. He looked quite done as the ref moved the count to "TWO..!".

And then... something pulled Trista by the leg, breaking the count: it was Okami's hand. The ref-girl was quite upset and threatened him of disqualification, thus forcing him to return to his corner.

The whole thing was supposed to help poor Ataru but, matter of factly, would put him from the frying pan into the fire: The ref-girl was once again distracted, and Trista and Ayane could do as they pleased with him.

Ayane quickly entered the ring to help double team Ataru, they placed his face on Trista's butt, while Ayane had sat on the back of his head, both rubbing their butts, trying to make Ataru have trouble breathing, and to try to make him dizzy.