Lady Auphemia Vs Ataru: Lumber-maids match!!! (complete)

Sexually drained and smothered into oblivion, Okami couldn't even hear Camil's protest for having lost a very close contenst with Loretta, for all he could do now was to lay down in the middle of the busty maids, snoring quietly as his body and mind needed to recover.

In the meanwhile, Ataru's demise was imminent and inevitable. "Uuuhmmm... oh...g-gods.... I ... I.... Cuunnnghhh!!!". Bounced and squeezed to the brink of another strenght-draining climax, Ataru could not finish his sentence... but he came. Oh, if he came.
At the very moment he was slammed down by Auphemia's neatly performed spine buster, his girth was pressed tighter underneath her massive, marvellous bosom, literally squeezing another intense climax out of him.

"Uhhh...head...spinning.... mmmgghhfff...! @///@With both the spine buster and the dominant paizuri paying their toll on Ataru, the poor boy was not surprisingly reduced into a catatonic state, unable to fight back as Auphemia took her time crawling over him. From the big smile and the happy sparkle in her eyes, even in his half-conscious state Ataru could tell that how much she was loving his helplessness.
Then, her satisfied face was replaced by a couple of bouncy, planet-sized breasts that were soon lowered onto his face, becoming all his world as they surrounded and smothered him into warm, sweetly scented darkness.

"Mmmmmpffhh... mfff... @///@". Engulfed into another of Auphemia's patented breastsmothers, Ataru would be supposed to fight back but he was too weak to struggle, his so-called reaction reduced to nothing more than a faint squirming that she would probably love.

“Aww, poor Okami.” Alicia would say as she walked over to the downed wolfboy, moving down next to him to place his tired head onto her lap. “I’m sorry the others aren’t as gentle, but you don’t need to worry, I’ll make sure you’re sleeping well until Lady Auphemia requests for you again.” The maid would say, gently playing with his hair as he slept on her lap.

“Come now Ataru, that the breast you can do now?” The mistress would say, rubbing the boy’s face between her mountainous cleavage as a taunt as she aimed to completely smother him out. “Surely you can at least wiggle a bit more, even without leaverage you could at least try to get out. But I suppose you’ve been boobed around a lot recently, so a nap might just do you some good.”

She’d then sit up, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling to keep him nice and tight in her airtight breastsmother. It was clear this time she was going for a full KO, the boob style wrestler having throughly dominated the poor boy in the current round. But as everyone could tell, that would only be the beginning of the end.

Okami mumbled faintly as Alicia settled him down onto the comfortable pillows of her lap. Like if recognizing the soothing, nurturing aura that surrounded him, the slumbering boy nuzzled slightly closer into Alicia, letting out a soft murring sound like a happy, sleepy kitty as she stroked his hair. Which thinking of it, was especially amusing from a young wrestler who went under the ring name of "wolf boy".

On the ring, the action was more lively, but not less one-sided as Auphemia had pulled Ataru even closer, furtherly securing him into her breast-smothering embrace.

A last surge of adrenaline rushed his body and mind as Auphemia playfully provocated him about his lack of resistance, going as far as to teasingly rub his face around inbetween her soft massive breasts.

And thus, Ataru tried to fight his way out of her bosomy embrace, matter of factly falling right into her mind games trap as he wasted his latest ounces of stamina into a fruitless struggle, letting out cute muffled groans of exertion that would probably make his captivity more pleasurable for the busty lady.
Before long, his arms felt too heavy to keep trying and push her off, and his hands slowly slipped along the curvy sides of her body, finding a resting place on her smooth thighs.
Light headed from lack of air and stamina, Ataru could feel that Auphemia had got into a ryhthm of kneading and gently squeezing his face inbetween her fleshy globes, moving them in slow circular movements around his smothered face as to lull him into obedience. To his numbing mind, it felt like her enormous breasts were slowly and sensually draining his life force with those teasing movements. Making him weaker, and Auphemia stronger.

"Mnnff...mfff....nff...". No doubt, Ataru's stifled mumblings were absorbed into soft breast flesh, maing them less and lesser audible. As she kept rolling him inthere, his tired eyes would get visible time to time from within her cleavage, letting Auphemia know that he could do nothing about it. Nothing but getting sleepier...and sleepier.

Auphemia would giggle at Ataru’s inability to escape, finding his subtle moves perfectly expected as the remnants of his strength began to leave him. It was all a matter of time now, and as the one in control, the mistress had all the time in the world to wait for him to pass out in her cleavage.

And when she felt him finally pass out, she’d politely remove his face from between her large bosom and lay him down onto the canvas, remaining mounted on his waist in teasing fashion as she then began to count the boy out for the round.

“One... two... three... four...”

Ataru's body would finally go limp as Auphemia's enveloping bosom claimed his conscious mind down into its warm soporific softness.
Gently aid down with the busty lady triumphantly mounting him, he would make cute snoozing sounds as Auphemia counted him with that teasing melodious voice of hers.

On Alicia's comforting lap, Okami had started to stir and squirm faintly, clear signals that he was about to come back to his senses. To the busty maid, it could mean either that the cute boy was having a bad dream and needed him to soothe him back into deep sleep, or that she could have him wake up to play with him more. Of course, that was not up to Okami to decide.

“Five... six... seven... eight...” Auphemia continued, knowing well that the boy was all but defeated at this point. And of course while they still had a round to go, there wasn’t much of a chance that the boys could make a comeback for Ataru’s own sake, evident by the girls’ constant and dominating form of wrestling. “Nine.......... Ten.”

And with the second round now over, the busty mistress would only need to KO Ataru once more in order to win. But there was no need to rush yet, she still had ample time to have fun and play with an equally operable boy. “Alicia, if you would be kind to bring Okami up here please.”

“Yes mistress.” The blue haired maid would respond, helping the waking wolfboy up the ring while a Lusy was doing the opposite and bringing Ataru down from the ring, opening him up to the maids’ whims.

“So then Okami, it’s now you and me again.” Auphemia would smile as she got into her stance, her curves bouncing at each movement she made. “I hope my maids have been treating you well, and I expect a fun little challenge while we are at it.”

The bell went ding-ding-ding as the scoreboard was updated with another point for Auphemia.

Her conquered fans roared joyfully, admiring that sensuous display of womanly dominance, and somewhat impressed as they realized that Auphemia was planning to use Okami 's presence in order to show that her breast-wrestling could easily defeat a second boy!

Like that, the slumbering Ataru was entrusted into the awaiting arms of Lusy, while the awakening Okami was hoisted up to the ring.

"Unff... W-Well I feel quite refreshed... So guess they all took good care of me... Each of them in their own way", he would answer nervously, blushing at how he had been helpless to both Camil's assertiveness and Alicia's sweetness.

Actually, the wolf boy felt truly refreshed and strong, like if Alicia's cuddling had some magical healing properties to itself. And with such renewed self confidence, the wolf boy assumed his stance ready for a second chance to defeat the busty Lady... And her strange embarrassing fighting style.
"Alright then... If you want a challenge I'll give you that!", Okami would respond, not wasting time as he moved forward throwing a quick one-two combo... Aimed right at Auphemia's enormous bosom.

“I guess we’ll see then.” Auphemia smirked as Okami rised to the challenge, finding strength despite the constant pressure he was put under. In her usual stance of fairness, she’d allow his first two punches to connect, wincing slightly at the strikes but managing to keep her composure from the blows.

And once she had taken them, she would be sure to return it in kind, moving forward to slam her breasts against him with a breast right hook and following it with a breast uppercut. If the strikes did good enough, she’d add a spin for flare before slamming her breasts hard against the side of his head, seeing if he’d manage to remain standing or get knocked down.

By attacking Auphemia's large boobs, Okami's basic plan was to try and lessen the effectiveness of her best fighting weapon... but it didin't seem to work as much as he wished: even though he had hit harder than the first time he tried to hit her bosom, the busty lady was barely affected, taking half-step back as her breasts bounced and wobbled without any visible damage.

In exchange, those enormous fleshy globes came forward looking for revenge:
"Unghhh...! 0///0". Okami's head was snapped upwards by Auphemia's soft yet heavy boobie-uppercut, leaving him dazed and open for her following strike as she came swinging her massive breasts sidewards for a busty-hook at his jaw.

Okami saw it coming and tried to arise his forearm to block, but her huge bosom still smooshed the side of his face sending him staggering aside. With a faint groan and gathering all his strenght, the brave boy kept himself from putting one knee down, but he was clearly weary from taking just 2 of Auphemia's strikes.

"Unnghh... not bad... @_@", he lied, trying to act like he had absorbed them well. Though he decided that he'd rather attack a different part of Auphemia's body as he threw forward trying to tackle her at legs height.

Given there difference in stamina, it wasn’t difficult for Auphemia to see Okami’s tackle attempt and promptly avoided, going back to dodge the attempt. If she had managed to get back enough, she’d then move in quickly to trap his head with a standing headscissors. “Not a bad attempt Okami, but it’ll take more than that to catch me off guard.”

Keeping him trapped, Auphemia would tighten and loosen her legs around his neck several times, keeping a pattern to show Okami that her skills, while extremely focused, were not limited to just her breasts. “Still with us Okami?” She’d tease after two minutes of her pattern, adding in a teasing slap to his butt as she held him.

After her slap, the busty mistress would reach down and wrap her arms around his stomach, releasing his head and pulling him up, setting him up for a pile driver. “I’m not normally one to say this, but you may want to brace yourself.” She’d say, giving him a second before dropping down.