Lady Phantom vs Ataru (complete)

From Ataru's point of view, that was obviously a lose-lose scenario: being slowly weakened and seduced by Lady Phantom as she was enterteining the laughing crowd with a show of sensuous domination over the poor trapped boy, all the time demoralizing him like if HE was the one acting in a perverted way.

Put aside the shameful pleasure given by Lady Phantom's evil caresses, the boy knew that, even if climaxing would not officially count to get the victory, it was still going to leave him drained and even more putty in her hands. Something that could only lead him to further humiliations. Therefore, the ever more aroused boy tried to force himself into a new struggling effort, even while his cute slender body was twitching and getting hotter in her seductive clutches.
"H-Hnnnnn....", he would make out a moaning/like sound in exertion, which would probably just increase Lady Phantom's amusement.

Lifting his hands up to Lady Phantom's arm, Ataru would try a half-assed attempt at prying her sleeperhold apart. But then again, such a movement was going to leave her legs totally free to squeeze him.
...Not to mention that his shamefully energetic boyhood was twitching in anticipation, ready to betray his cute valiant efforts at any moment.

Not the best premises for a possible escape.

It was fun toying with her victim like this, and she could tell the crowds were enjoying this as well. His moaning told her just how aroused he was, and Lady Phantom would keep fondling his package with her hand and feet until she felt he was close.

"You took too long," she coldly dismissed all of a sudden.

Lady Phantom would suddenly stopped her stimulation altogether and shoved Ataru forward instead. She thought of a different idea instead of making the boy wet his pants, thinking it's probably better to leave her victim on the edge. The masked girl wasn't done torturing Ataru, though. She would push herself towards the boy a bit so her legs could trap his head in a figure four lock this time.

With Lady Phantom surprisingly stopping her action and shoving Ataru away, just before he could even get ths shameful relief of a surrendering climax, the flustrated and confused boy was pushed into laying face up, the stretched fabric of his wrestling shorts giving him a comic look to his shape in that position.

"U-Unghff...!!". Before he could even try and stand up or roll away from that uncomfortable position, his sultry female foe had already pounced onto him again, taking advantage of Ataru instinctively lifting his upper body to wrap her legs into a neat and tight figure four around his head.

Locked into another embarassingly intimate submission with Lady Phantom's luscious thighs encasing his poor shocked face, the boy would start trashing around, but he was unlikely to go anywhere at the moment. "Nghfff... d-damn.."

"Oh yes..." Lady Phantom purred as she felt her opponent trashing around to escape her hold. "That's it, squirm," she taunted.

Using one hand to tighten her figure four a little, the masked girl's would make a yawning gesture with her other, pretending to be bored by her victim's effort to fight back. She once again played the loosen and tighten game at Ataru's expense, toying not only with his body but also his confidence. Oh, she could go on like this for the whole night, probably.

"You wanna give?" taunted Lady Phantom. "It's alright, I know that I'm too much for you..."

Caught in Lady Phantom's taunting squeeze-and-release pattern, Ataru had no chance to escape from her tightening figure four: while she had grabbed her own foot in order to pull it and apply further pressure without much additional effort, the poor boy was exerting a lot without obtaining any significative result instead, except from tiring himself.

"Nghff.... f-forget it...", the boy would groan in reply, bringing his hands to Lady Phantom's meaty calf in the hope to get out or at least relieve the squeezing/suffocating pressure of her leggy coils, but it seemed to be hopeless.
Even worse, Lady Phantom's repeated flexing and unflexing was adding a teasingly rocking touch to her hold, making it look like she was lulling the "poor little baby" inthere, much to Ataru's embarassement... and to the crowds' amusement.

Lady Phantom let out an amused sigh to his refusal, and pulled her leg up to really put a squeeze on him for a few seconds. The boy was stubborn, but it's not like she planned to accept his submission either. The masked girl released her hold after that and rolled away to give him another rest while she got up and paraded herself around the ring again.

She would then stood a few inches away from Ataru, towering over him while waiting for him to get up or something, knowing that she already done him a number. Lady Phantom would even give his body a few light kicks to "encourage" him getting up to mock her victim even further.

"Come on, tough boy! Get up already if you're still able to fight..."

Dark spots started to dance before poor Ataru's eyes, a clear sign of his consciousness risking to slip away, as Lady Phantom let him feel the real thing, squeezing him at full pressure for a few seconds until he was borderline.

Then, she would just stop at the edge of finishing him like she had done before, clearly enjoying her cat-mouse game with the brave but still eeasily overpowered little boy.
"Cough cough.. ungh...!", Catching big gulps of much needed air, Ataru would groan at the light kicks from Lady Phantom forcing him to turn around into a crouching stance.

As always, she was getting any chance to point out his hopelesness and inferiority, but maybe he could use her overconfidence to land a successful attack, or so he wished at least: Thrusting upwards from his crouched stance, the boy would try to cling at the taller woman's waist with a supposingly tight bearhug.
"Grrr...You bet I can still fight..!! Ungfhhh.. g-got you now..!", Ataru would grunt in exertion, trying his best to put the squeeze in spite of the slight numbness of his limbs due to the recent debilitating submissions he had gone through.

With that hold, the height gap between the contenders was causing Ataru's head to be embarassingly close to Lady Phantom's bosom though, hence why he tried to slightly turn his blushing face aside from those teasing fleshy mounds.

Lady Phantom let Ataru closing in on her, curious to what the boy was going to in his current state. She was a little surprised yet amused at her opponent's audacity to try a bearhug on her, despite being smaller and already worn out. She played along anyways, to provide more entertainment to everyone involved, herself included.

"Ahhh! You're hurting mee! Let goo!" she pretended to be hurt, her hands half heartedly tried to pry his arms off her waist. "Ouughh...!"

The exaggeration was quite obvious, however, at least to the crowds, even more so as Lady Phantom actually gave them a wink between her wailing. Once she's finished humoring Ataru, the masked girl would then try to pry his arms off her for real, before shoving him away from her a bit.

"Just kidding."

That wouldn't be the end of it, however, as she would then attempt to reach for her victim and applied a real bearhug, lifting him off the ground to bring his face towards her breasts!

Unaware of Lady Phantom's sending knowing winks to the ever more amoused audience, playing pranks on her poor little opponent even while he thought he had got the upper stance, Ataru kept the hug locked as tight as he could, not really conscious of how she had drained his strenghts so far.

At least, not until she would finally break his wannabe-submission with embarassing easiness, and pick up the still shocked boy into a tight bearhug of her own.

With her arms squeezing the air out of him and his feet dangling comically off the mats, it was hard to think at making Ataru's predicament more embarassing... but Lady Phantom was a mistress at it, as he could soon realize getting inched closer and closer to her bountiful bosoms.
Lady Phantom might be a heel, but sure thing she knew how to do it in a way that the fans would love her. And it was proving it by conquering almost the whole, very enterteined audience... at poor Ataru's expense of course.

"N-nghhh... l-let go.....", the all-flushed boy would groan with a breathless voice, once again trying his best to keep his face away from there.

"You better save your breath, boy," teased Lady Phantom at his plea. "No one in their right mind would let go a trapped opponent," she said while squeezing him a little tighter.

Seeing his embarrassment, the masked girl arched her back slightly so her breasts would be pushed against Ataru's face. It wouldn't be too much of a smother, but she could still tease her victim by jiggling her orbs from side to side. Lady Phantom would then slowly lift the boy up more and more, trying to hold him as high as she could.

"But you know what? I'm feeling generous tonight, so I'll let you go..." she'd say before suddenly letting him go for real to make him land roughly on the mat.