Ataru vs Angel (for Alexandra)

"m-mrff.. n-no...wayfff...". Ataru's words sounded funnily muffled against Angel's soft breasts, his uneased eyes looking up at hers while he was struggling to catch a gulp of air.
Though, his struggles were only getting him to waste more of his scarce air-supply, and her cooing and caressing were helping Angel to keep her prisoner allured, thus making it easier to prevent his escape.

Angel let out a mocking sigh as she held Ataru in-between her large, fleshy orbs, shaking her head.

"Does that mean you don't want to escape...? I really can't blame you, I wouldn't want out of such a nice prison either."

Ataru's face would blush deeply at Angel's teasing comment. He was not meaning that...though... her breasts were really soft and comfortable.
Another moment of seduced hesitation allowed her opponent to restraint his breathing more, and now he was really in trouble!
"MMFFF....", he was struggling to get free now but, with the girl sitting on his lap, it was easier said than done.

(Poor guy. Angel's just been playing with him since the start, hasn't she? " title="Very Happy" /> )

"Oooh!" Angel cried out as Ataru began to struggle, trying to keep both of her arms wrapped around him. "Still got some fight in you after all, huh?" She would grin widely, her chest warm and soft against Ataru's face, trying to keep the boy locked in as well as she could, despite his sudden newfound struggling...

(lolz..so it seems ^^; )
Because Angel was hugging Ataru tighter into her chest to prevent him from escaping, the boy was getting less and lesser air. Plus, his fruitless struggles had cooperated in wasting his air supply, while making Angel's cleavage a wet seal for his face.
Soon, he would start to get sleepy and tired, his arms slowly sliding along his side as he was getting too weak to escape.
"m-mnrf....", the funny, muffled sounds from his mouth were subsiding into a meek mumbling, letting her know that the boy was a keeper in her teasing "finisher".

Angel tilted her head down towards him, her voice a faint whisper now. "Is that a sign you submit, little boy...? I hope so, I don't want you to be too tired for round two.."

At this point, Ataru would gladly say "I give" but he couldn't, muffled as he was, and in any case he was getting too drowzy.
He would tapout as well... but his arms felt too heavy, as they dangled all numb by his sides.
The boy's consciousness was slipping away, his breathing going shallow, and there was not a single thing he could do about it.

Angel would keep her hold locked in nonetheless on him, watching him closely. She had expected him to put up a better fighter, to make a better attempt at escaping, but...sometimes her expectations were wrong.

Still, she watched him, asking him one more time if he was done or not...

Ataru was not listening to her anymore. Lulled by the sound of her voice, cuddled inbetween her warm breasts, he was out in Angel's smothering hug.

Angel smiled, tsking and shaking her head. Slowly she would release him from her warm bosom, going to gently push him aside and lie him onto the mat. She would then stand, taking a few steps back from him and watching him with a playful look on her face.

"Well, if you're out then....I suppose that means I win?"