P.O.W. Penalty: Ataru's Training (OpenRP) (Complete)

Ataru's body shivered lightly from helpless enticement at such a heavenly evil touch on his member. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from moaning, feeling uneased for being seduced by a girl who was displaying all her hate for him.
In spite of her comments, the combined action of her deep stare and her cooing tone were effectively keeping him under a sort of trance by now.
It was like the quiet anticipating a storm.
"still...i d'dont hate you..." he finally replied (in japanese), unable to unlock himself from her cold beautiful eyes.

Nicole and Jamie watch the pair intently, Jamie is watching Shizuka's actions and mannerisims while Nicole watches Ataru's reactions to the other girl. The whisper to each other comparing and judging the girl, "Oooh, she's pretty good..." "But our boy seems to be holding out decently." "Yeah, that's true...but you saw how he reacted to me... and she can pull it off quite nicely...he may not last" "Mmm, we'll see..." They whisper to each other so smoothly that it's near impossible to tell which one is speaking. They're becoming more and more aroused with each passing second. "Still keeping time?" "Mmmm...mabye..."

Shizuka enjoyed the twins' commentary. Bound to impress, she drew Ataru's damp cock into her left thigh. The feel of his member upon her skin disgusted her. Yet she deliberately drew the tip of his cock up and down her thigh as if it was a wet brush stroking upon a soft canvas, her fingers caressing his length all the while, ruthlessly submerging any hint of her nausea before it surfaced.

"Oh?" she cooed at Ataru throughout her latest maneuver, so coy, so poised. "You don't? You should. And even so, even if not, it won't change me. I will still hate you. I will always hate you. Always."

Ataru was put into a strange mix of enticement and intimidation by her confusing strategy. He didn't move nor he moaned by now, not wanting to let her know she was affecting him. Though, the blush on his face was quite revealing.

"Ok...i see." He said with a little light of sadness in his eyes, as he had to accept her unyelding grudge, but it was incomprehensible for his peaceful spirit. "...Let's start it, in that case". She could notice his muscles tense in awaiting for her first move.

Ataru's peaceful face ticked Shizuka off. Fake saint, she thought. But she held her rage in check.

"Ara," she sweetly told him, still speaking in Japanese. "We're already started, haven't we?" If Ataru was confused, she would add, "Didn't I promise your owners that I wouldn't hurt you?" White teeth briefly showed through her fake smile, like how wolves would bare their fangs in challenge. "If I fought you for real, I would break you in half. And they wouldn't like it. So..."

His cock she drew seductively upwards her thigh, her fingers tapping as if playing on a flute. Masterfully holding herself still despite her hate and disgust, she brought him inches above her sex, made him know he was that close, slowly rubbing her thumb upon his rod's tip.

"... so I will be nice to you for tonight," Shizuka giggled.

Ataru felt he was risking to go under a sort of freezed helplessness, under Shizuka's knowing strategy of alternating intimidation and sensual teasings.
Though, he was not going to stay there and just submit to her dominating personality: "Ok then... 'll use the same courtesy on you". His voice sounded almost surprisingly more resolute than before, as he decided to make his move. He almost sweetly ran his hand to hers while she was stroking him, than he suddleny took grab of her arm and pulled it down, liftling one of his legs very high at the same time to possibly hook it behind her neck. From there, he will try and unbalance her in order to drive their combined weight down to the floor, forcing her to roll down foward along with his movement.

Ataru's surprising change in tone warned Shizuka of imminent attack. But, interested in presenting a physically harmless facade for now, she let him drag her down by her right wrist, her hand releasing his slicked cock, her feet moving to brace her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his leg rise over her. She grinned.

Got you!

At the moment that the leg came down on her neck, Shizuka's right, free, arm hooked into the back of the knee of the leg that Ataru was momentarily balancing upon. At the same time, she suddenly pushed (but not rammed, so that while her advance was firm, it also wasn't harsh) herself into Ataru's groin, and yanked with her right arm upon Ataru's leg, to bringing the silly boy crashing down on his back.

Shizuka would follow him down, would be between his legs and thus vulnerable to a scissor, but she expected to pay some in order to retain the advantage. Brief discomfort was a cheap price for a grip on his leg and a good position from which to attack a downed opponent.

"Ungh..." Ataru groans slightly as his back touches the floor with a soft thud. As he leans forward to trap him in her clutches, he might try and grab her arm to lock her into a triangle-choke, rathar than just a plain scissor hold, but slight confusion due to his fall, and to her sensual caresses of course, won't let him see this opportunity.

Just willing to avoid being caught in her holds by now, he will try and wiggle his legs free of her grip, hopeful to get a chance to roll and back away from her.

The relentless Shizuka made the most out of the opening. She gripped Ataru's legs and made to shove them down and to either side of her, so she could pin them beneath her own legs by kneeling upon them.

If successful in cutting off his escape, she would move forward and grab for his hands to pin beneath hers, ending up hunched over Ataru, their bodies more or less matched, leering into his face.

Throughout her smooth movement, she radiated an alluring confidence that suggested she really wasn't interested in fighting him unless he made her do so.

"Don't run away," she murmured. "Stay right here..."

Ataru tried to fight it on first. Then, with his legs and hands locked and secured in her pin, he was once again subjected to Shizuka's alluring way to subdue him.

Her poisonous cooing voice caressed his ears and weakened his mind, obtaining the desired effect: the kid's face flushed and all he could do was to swallow nervously and lay down in embarassed confusion by the moment, which would give her all the chances to put him in her next hold.