Lady Phantom vs Ataru (complete)

Needless to say, Ataru was all-red flushed in shame at how Lady Phantom had easily stripped him down in the middle of the match. And the crowd was not making it easier on him, shoving bursts of laughters at him, amidst which he could even hear some female fans commenting about the "cuteness" of his penis.

Uncerimoniously turned over so that his shameful erection was fully exposed, Ataru would quickly get his boxers underwear and his wrestling shorts back to the proper place with frantic clumsiness, as soon as Lady Phantom gave him a breather to take her usual time for posing... sure thing she was vain.

Back to his feet, the Japanese boy tried his best not to be disheartened. "O-Ok it was very nice of you... we can get back to fighting now", he would say in a visibly annoyed/flustrated state, as if warning Lady Phantom that he was ready to resume the match.

If he could, he would then try to reach forward at her wrist, hopefully being able to pull her with an irish whip and have her forcefully run against the ropes.

Lady Phantom turned around to face Ataru again by the time the boy finished pulling his shorts up again. She grinned at his flustered look, clearly not thinking much of her opponent after the things she had done to him.

"Sure thing, if you can fight, that is..." she mocked, hands on her hips to invite him making the first move.

The boy grabbed her arm and tossed the masked girl towards the ropes, eliciting an exaggerated yelp from Lady Phantom. She turned around to bounce her back on the ropes, launching herself towards Ataru again with a smirk on her face. When she felt she's close enough, Lady Phantom would jump forward, aiming to smack the boy's face with her breasts and took him down like that, while also trying to grab his arms so they would be pinned down against the mat when they fell down.

Good, thought Ataru, the irish-whip had successfully bounced Lady Phantom against the ropes and she was now coming back at him with a supposingly uncontrollable run, according to her yelp.

All that was left to complete his planned maneuvre now was for him to block her run with a body hug and connect with a belly to belly suplex. Unluckily, this nice plan did not contemplate Lady Phantom leaping forward and smoosh him with a breasts-to-face press instead!

"W-Wha..?? Umpffff.....!!", the boy would let out a muffled cry of embarassed surprise as the beautiful masked wrestler tackled him down in such womanly way.
Immediately trying to wriggle himself out from beneath her, poor Ataru would soon find that he could barely move, with his arms pinned down by Lady Phantom's firm grasp.

"Mpfhhhh..... ", his muffled, flustrated protests would keep vibrating through her supple bosoms, making the whole thing even more demoralizing for the trapped boy.

"Haha!" Lady Phantom laughed as she managed to use Ataru's move against the boy. "Oh my, what happen here? Did you plan for this when you toss me to the ropes?"

She jiggled her mounds, rubbing them against her victim's face while keeping him pinned to the mat. The masked girl could probably stay like this and knocked the boy out in such an embarrassing manner! Of course, there would be less fun in doing that, so Lady Phantom would lift herself off Ataru once she felt the boy was significantly weakened. For the time being, though, she'd make the most out of the situation, occasionally shaking her breasts to tease her victim while depriving his air.

"Come on, try to get out from this... Or could it be... that you don't want tooo~?!" taunted the masked girl, laughing.

Ataru could not be more flustrated, having Lady Phantom's voluptuous breasts shaking and rolling his face inbetween them while she kept smothering him in such teasing way.

As a result of his futile struggles underneath her, Ataru was just unwittingly cooperating with her breastsmother pin in making himself weaker with each new second.

"Mpfhhh...G-Gasp....!! Stop saying embarassing thinmfff.....!!", the poor boy could not even finish his silly protesting speech, as the evily playful opponent kept dominating him with repeated smothers, allowing him just brief shares of air every now and then to prevent him from passing out.

Head spinning in air-deprived dizzyness, soon Ataru was softened enough for her to be controlled just leisurely, too weakened to struggle as she had him right where she wanted.

"Just as I thought," Lady Phantom giggled as Ataru barely made any effort to get out from her smother.

She finally rolled off him for good, giving him a little time to recollect himself while she moved behind his head. The masked girl would then raise him up to a sitting position so she could sit behind him and wrapped her legs around his waist lightly. The next step of her plan was to warp an arm around her victim's neck without really putting pressure on it, while the other hand would be rested on top of his head.

"Out of breath already? You poor thing..." she cooed seductively into his ear, before her feet would find his groin and rub it through his shorts teasingly. "There, there~ Isn't this better?"

The fans laughed happily at how Lady Phantom was making Ataru look like a little pervert, not really trying to escape from the comfortable softness of her breasts.
Ironically, the truth was that with his useless struggles, and her decision to allow him some slight shares of air, Ataru had been drained of strenghts, soon becoming helpless in her womanly smother.

Finally allowed to breathe freely, the poor boy was not going to be released though, as Lady Phantom slipped behind him and maneuvred him into a light version of a viper-lock, having him into a snuggly bodyscissor and a not-tightened sleeperhold combo.

Sensually teased and taunted in this new position, with the sexy opponent blowing warm, cooing words to his ear and her feet rubbing his boyhood so to keep its constant state of erection, Ataru was all shocked and flushed as, shameful to admit, it really felt good in spite of the deep humiliation of being her captive.

Refusing to yeld and uneased by that guilty pleasurable sensations, the boy would start squirming in Lady Phantom's double embrace, which was still loose enough to grant him room for struggling... but she could probably decide to furtherly restraint his movements and prevent his embarassed escape attempt. "N-Nghh....", Ataru would groan/moan in exertion.

"Hey, hey, it's good, no? Why you try to escape?" taunted Lady Phantom as she tightened her hold for a bit just to contain Ataru's squirming. "Not very honest aren't you?"

She rubbed her feet faster while also nibbling his ear, while her hand on top of his head would run through his hair. The masked girl also pressed His back against her breasts to tease him further. Once in a while, she tightened the sleeper to keep him awake just because it's fun to mess with her victim's mind that way.

"Come on, admit that you like this..."

Squirming in the tangling embrace of Lady Phantom, Ataru was at the same time prevented from fighting back by the constant, sensually distracting stimulation of her dainty feet rubbing his boyhood ever more energetically through the thin fabric of his wrestling shorts, making them ever tighter to his bulging groin.

"N-Nghh...f-feels too good...", the boy would moan, finally induced to confess the embarassing truth.
He was subjected to contrasting sensations though, seduced by Lady Phantom's alluring way to hold him captive but at the same time feeling her sleeperhold sending waves of numbness to his head with each occasional tightening of her arms. Like that, concern and shameful arousal were mixed in Ataru's mind, making his captivity ever more flustrating, and dulling his will to fight back.

The boy's hands laid down onto Lady Phantom's encoiling thighs in what was supposed to be an attempt at prying them apart but, in his confused and seduced state, their touch would probably feel more like a soft caress to the playfully evil masked wrestler.

"Hah! Listen at that!" mocked Lady Phantom at Ataru's "confession". "He's feeling good from being rubbed by feet... what a pervert!" she announced to the audiences, laughing.

The masked girl continued to grind her feet against his erection, her hand that was caressing his head now went down to rub Ataru's boyhood through his shorts. She planned to make her victim creamed his own pants, knowing that it'd further humiliate the boy and amuse the crowds. Not to mention that it also going to make the already weakened boy even drained. A win win scenario.

"You little pervert... Come on! Wet your pants like a naughty little baby..." she teased.