Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

Amelie's soft giggling would just add to poor Ataru's flustration, letting him know that, despite his best efforts, she was having virtually no troubles controlling his embarrassed wrigglings.

With the boy's arms now trapped between Amelie's frame and his own chest, the sultry amazon had Ataru all hers. Running her hands caressingly through his hair Amelie had now started to push his flushed face into the soft enveloping warmness of her cleavage with teasing, humiliating slowliness, taking all her time to let Ataru know that, slowly but surely, that is where is cute face was going to be buried.

"G-Gasp... you won't darmmmffffhh.... ungghff... 0//0". Ataru's pricelessly uneased protest went somewhat stifled by Amelie's large breasts, as well as his groaning from the endless stretching suffered by his legs.

No matter how much the cute boy tried to resist, he was easily controlled, teasingly tortured, and easily brought to her awaiting bosom. And with every inch closer, the poor boy seemed to become weaker underneath her voluptuous amazonian frame.

In all of her honesty, Amelie would have been happy to remain there for the remainder of the match; smothering out Ataru nigh a hundred times whilst at the same time near breaking his legs by forcing them to impossible angles.

Then again, where was the fun in that?

With Ataru seemingly losing portions of sense as Amelie smothered and grape-vined him to wits end, Amelie would be keen to spur her foe to life, through somewhat unusual means.

Legs suddenly losing force, grapevine loosening, Amelie would almost scream in glee as she tried to roll to her side; attempting to pull Ataru on top of her, still close as can be!

The grapevine smother lock was turning ever more into a lose-lose situation for Ataru: his struggles would work against himself, worsening the painful straining of his leg joints with every squirming movement, thus compelling him to take frequent pauses from his efforts. And each time he did, he would find his face buried deeper into the treacherous comforts of Amelie's smothering bosom.

Surprisingly to him, Amelie would soon decide to change position though, loosening the leg grapevine in order to turn around and roll Ataru ontop, face still hugged nice and tight inbetween her large pillowy breasts.
From Amelie's gleeful squeal, he could tell that she was happy to hold him close, which she confirmed by hugging his head closer into her bosomy embrace, cutting off his air supply a little more.

"Mmrppffff.... 0///0". Ataru would let out more muffled noises into her cleavage, now made glistening by the warm dampness of his trapped breathing, the boy keeping his focus on untangling his legs, which he succeeded.

But that's where the good news ended: Now that he was ontop, Ataru circled Amelie' waist with his arms, willing to stand up with his opponent caught into some sort of a bearhug-counter... but he realized that his legs had been left numb and momentarily useless, due to the prolonged grapevine.

Like if his predicament was not embarrasing enough, he could feel that his legs were not the only parts of his body that had been affected by Amelie's hold: a shameful tent had been growing in his pants from all the suggestive rubbing, and it was now pocking suggestively against her abs.

"M-Mrdamffff.....mpff...!", he would let out a muffled curse, wriggling in Amelie's embrace with now the double task of breaking free and lifting his groin from the embarrassing contact with Amelie's body... both efforts getting to not much avail.

Pushing herself so that Ataru was now longer atop, Amelie was somewhat surprised to find her male foe attempting a rise with Amelie in two, arms clad around her waist. Only, she'd find herself somewhat giggling as she found herself back flat on the canvas-Ataru's head falling deeper into her breasts for a moment as her bouncy chest served to cushion his landing.

"Going somewhere?" Amelie purred, her own legs now devoid of activity as she focused on keeping her foe pinned with her arms. With her left wrapping tightly over her foe's head, she'd pull with reasonable force; her other hand going elsewhere.

Soon enough, Ataru would find Amelie's soft touch to his arm-grazing up and down as if to soothe the poor boy, as Amelie continued to smother him senseless!

Flustrated by his own embarrassing falling fall face first into the waiting bosom of Amelie, Ataru would have gladly replied something defiant to her teasing cooings, but a muffled "mh-mmhhfhh...! 0///0" was all the sound that the French vixen's cleavage would let out.

Squeezed tighter inbetween her large breasts, the Japanese boy could feel his head go woozy from air deprivation, his body starting to relax in her bosomy embrace... which he knew was not good at all!

Taking a few seconds to feel the blood flow again in his legs, he tried to move them into a weak attempt at helping his squirming struggles. But he forgot a little detail. Amelie's legs were free to move now, each thigh around Ataru's hips nestling his lower body... and she could easily use them to make sure that little Ataru would not be going anywhere.

Amelie was more than aware of the fact her legs were free, and if anything in prime positioning to wrap around the boys waist in a brutal scissors. Such a manoeuvre could likely render the boy unconscious in seconds, given that Amelie would neither be letting air through his mouth or nose, or allow his waist to expand to inhale in the first place.

Then again, she did have other ideas for the use of her legs. Especially given Ataru was becoming weaker and weaker regardless...

"Seems you have a problem my sweet...you simply can't resist me..." Purring with a somewhat literal tone, Amelie's thick thighs would gently again wrap around the boys own legs once more. However, it did soon become clear the beauty had zero intent to restrain her foe this way again, or did she wish to test how far his legs could go in another grapevine.

Instead, she began to rub the sole of her feet up and down the back of Ataru's legs, as if she was stroking the boy in a peculiar fashion!

Face deeply buried in the smothering "happy valley" of Amelie's ample breasts, Ataru could not see her movements, yet he would sense the thick smoothness of her thighs slowly starting to wrap around his slim body.

Squirming in concerned anticipation of a vicious bodyscissor, the Japanese boy was surprised of feeling those leggy coils lustfully wrap around his own legs instead, containing his meek struggles in a somewhat caressing way.
"M-mnngfhhh.... 0///0".

The fact was, Amelie's strategy of weakening the unexperienced boy in a mockingly amorous yet inescapable hold, rather than rely on sheer force, was totally paying its toll: The smooth seductive rubbing of her soles up and down along the boy's legs was effectively soothing him under her spell, as she could tell from the cute twitching of his body and the faint muffled moans exacted from Ataru's lips.

Caught in the treacherous seductive comforts of Amelie's smothering cuddle, poor Ataru couldn't get himself to put out a real struggle while she kept stealing his air, making him easier to hug and smother as the poor boy was lulled into a woozy state, his muffled protests soon lessened into cute whimpers.
"mmpff... <3"

The more Ataru gave into his love and desire regarding the French beauties curves, the tighter Amelie held. She wasn't hurting the boy with how hard she was squeezing his head, but by now Ataru would struggle to even shake given the power she was applying.

"That's it my sweet...shhh...shhh..." Confident with her move and its ability to soon render her foe out for the first fall, Amelie simply continued with her rubbing motion alongside it.

From the bottom of his ankle to the top of his thigh, Amelie almost tickled her foe with her heel, eyes simply latched onto the top of Ataru's head as she smiled at her handiwork.

The slow and steady stroking of Amelie's soles along Ataru's legs surely assisted in sedating his meek struggles, putting him into a sort of delightful trance while the air restrainting hold paid its toll on both his mind and muscles.

The Japanese boy was encased in such sensuous airtight seal with her warm, ample breasts and her hugging arms tightening the pressure ever so slowly, unaware of how the French vixen was 'lovingly' leading him into a smothering knockout.

That is, until Ataru would eventually realize, way too late, that he could not breath!
"Mppmffh...mnnff....! 0///0"
Arms swimming around aimlessly for a few moments, head trying to move in vain, the boy would find that his muscles were too lazy and relaxed from lack of oxygen to put up any real struggle... and his willpower was being similarly lulled into sleepy obedience, her soft cooings getting now easy access to his dulled mind to soothe him down with sweet treacherous suggestions, setting poor Ataru ready to take a nice nap in the smothering comforts of her bosom.
"N-Nff.... <3"

Amelie continued with her simply yet almost brutally effective hold; her opponent not only having no desire to leave of his own accord, but Amelie's strength in place to prevent the off chance that he did. The referee already next to the boy, she'd begin to test his arm for signs of life, raising and dropping it several times.

All the while, Amelie merely hummed; her legs never stopping their slow rubbing, cuddling Ataru's head further into her chest as if he was a cuddly toy!