Clyde Gastin Vs. Yuko Nagasaki: Surpise Shower Room Match!?

"P-Punishment!? But I ain't done nuthin!" Clyde let out as he tried to crawl away from Yuko but got himself snagged by the arm, pulling him in close to her where she wrapped her legs around his head.

"C-Crud!" Clyde let out as he faced the showers where he THOUGHT he could hide in before Yuko snagged him and got his arm around his own throat, chocking him a bit as she squeezed on his head.

"Ngh...P-Perv!? I-I ain't never asked to be here!!" Clyde whaled like a child receiving unfair treatment as he squirmed in Yuko's grasp, wincing as she put a tighter squeeze on his head, making Clyde's body stiffen as his feet kicked at the bathroom floor, unable to escape.

Yuko would just keep the squeeze, her dominant personality feeling quite proud and happy with the whinings of her little prisoner.

"Ohhh, but you know you are a little pirv Clyde-chan... you like being in oneesan's coils dont' ya? Now get all nice and weak for Yuko-oneesan, so she can wash that cute body of yours...", she cooed with a sultry voice, patting his head softly as she started a squeeze & release repetitive pattern, almost like using poor Clyde like her human thighmaster.

Clyde gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly as Yuko continued to tease and squeeze Clyde between her legs. "N-No I... W-What!?" He began with a red face, trying to deny Yuko's words (with a possible lie) until he heard her plans to wash his body... His face turned a brighter shade of as she cooed those sultry words about washing him while giving his head a rhythmic squeeze and release pattern.

"Hunnh...Nghh...Muugh..." Clyde let out with every pulse Yuko gave with her legs and she squeezed him into a defeated state. His arms hanging at his sides as his head was squeezed between Yuko's thighs groaning with every pulsating thrust as his head slumped down weakly. Still conscious but unable to defend himself at this point.

"Uhmmm yes, that's a good boy...", the dominant girl would purr in delight feeling Clyde's resistence fade.

With the boy all nice and weakened, she felt confident enough to loosen her grip and remove his arm from the way, as she laid to the side with the aim to re-adjust her cute male prisoner back into another headscissor.

If she got there, Yuko would give him a sweet evil smile while crossing her ankles to lock him in. The perspective of washing his cute body was appetizing, but she wasn't ready to let him go just yet, not before she would squeeze him a little more between her thighs...

With such naughty thoughts surfacing from her smile, Yuko would resume the rhythmical flexing of her thighs, compressing his neck tighter and tighter as she blushed with pleasure. "mmm yesss... just let go...."

"A-Ack..." Clyde let out, his throat being compressed by his own arm, making it more difficult to speak as Yuko continued to squeeze him into mush with her pulsating crushes by her thighs. Clyde groaned and gasped as his arm was removed, his head rocking limply on his shoulders as Yuko loosened up and readjusted to hold back into another head scissor. Feeling down right humiliated by the sultry purr Yuko gave as she toyed with him.

He groaned weakly with each rhythmic flex she gave. His head falling then rising up and then slumping again as Yuko flexed her thighs over and over on the weakened cowboy. "Ughhh...Nyuuuhhh...Huuh..." Clyde let out, groaning with a red face that came with having his neck squeezed and hearing Yuko react to his weakness, flustering him slightly. Even if the 'match' was a KO match. Clyde was done, he couldn't hang on. "Uuuh..." He let out before weakly tapping his fingers on Yuko's thigh to signal a submission, hoping to be released.

"Awwww... so cute.... are you tired my little Clyde?", Yuko asked mockingly at his submission, just loving how feeble the touch of his tapping would feel.
Slowly, the naughty girl would uncoil her legs from her weakened male victim, not before giving him a last long and slow squeeze, always making sure that he would not pass out.

Stood up, Yuko would reach at a bottle of shower-gel and then return to the laying down boy, towering sensually over him. "Ready for bath time, Clyde-baby?", she cooed down at him.

"H-Hnnh...Nnh...." Clyde twitched and groaned as Yuko gave him that last, long squeeze that made the boy tense up, his toes curling as he slumped against the shower room floor after Yuko released him, leaving him sprawled out with his chest heaving up and down, looking up at the ceiling before seeing his busty opponent towering over him with a bottle of... shower Gel?

Clyde couldnt even nod or respond to Yuko. He simply groaned with his head barely shaking side to side.

Yuko would kneel down by the heaving and totally spent Clyde. The boy was totally tamed and now it was time to play with him.

"Awww such a cute handsome boy you are... see? Isn't it much better when you just relax and let Yuko take good care of you? Hihihi...", the Japanese vixen would teasingly coo at the blonde guy, taking off the cap from the bottle and starting to pour a stream of cold, soapy liquid onto his weakened body from his chest down to his legs.
From there, her hands would start to massage his body, missing his crotch area by purpose. The boy would have to beg her, if he wanted "that" kind of special massage from her divine hands.

Clyde stirred and awoke to something lathering him, when he opened his eyes he'd see Yuko, lathering him down. His eyes shot wide and he screamed.

"LADY!" And shoved her with his free foot, accidentally hitting her bosom, pushing her with all the might he had.

"N-Nyaaahh....!!!". Yuko was totally caught offguard by such unexpectedly rude reaction, falling butt first a few feet aside from Clyde, eyes widened in angered surprise as she rubbed her sore bosom. "Owww...you..."

"GENTLEMAN! Or  should I say fake gentleman...?!? First you tapout, then you act like a brute just when I was going to treat you like a sweet prince!? Some charming prince you are, sore loser!!", The Japanese girl would retord glaring at the ungrateful guy, standing up and secretly aiming right at his private package.

"Good, suit yourself  if you prefer to wash alone. There!", the scorned girl would yell, suddenly tossing the bottle of shower gel right to Clyde's groin.
If the preemptive launch hit the target, she would then follow with a leg drop across Clyde's chest.