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

'Resistance is futile' would be a good synthetic description of Okami's hopeless predicament, as he slowly drifted into smothered slumber.
"...while surrender is warm and soft", his tired mind would think in surrender as he entrusted his cute sleepy face into the treacherous comforts of Auphemia's bosomy pillows. Nestled inthere like a good boy, more than a valiant opponent, Okami was certainly making the busty lady satisfied with the great effectiveness of her breast-combat moves... and with the cute slumbering sounds from her unconscious prisoner too. "Mnff..zzz... <3"

Ataru wasn't faring any better down at the ringside. But he couldn't say in all honesty that he was tasting "the bitter taste of defeat". Not when his muffled cry of pleasure was vibrating within Alicia's bosom, his lust finally betraying his better judgement as he gave into erotic surrender.
"M-Mnnnrrffhhhhh...! Mnnnfff.... <333... mnnp-pffhh... @///@". Shuddering in helpless bliss as he shot a big, hot amount of his "white flag of surrender" right into the middle of Senja and Lusy's sandwiching breasts, the cute boy had no choice but to relax in Alicia's cuddle, getting sleepy and exhausted underneath her warm surrounding bosom.

Yet another KO preformed by Auphemia on Okami, the busty mistress couldn’t pass up the oppurtunity to add onto the bulk of his struggle. After getting up and freeing his face, she’d get up with him in tow, bringing him over to the nearest corner and setting him up in a tree-of-woe.

“I’ll be sure to burn this match into your mammary.” She’d say before stepping forward, trapping his boyhood once again between her bosom and began to shakingly powerful boxing match between the two’s assests, a powerful match for her bosom, anyways.

Back to the maids, Sejna and Lusy had soon removed themselves from Ataru after his latest climax, leaving Alicia with the boy. “Oh poor Ataru, you must be tired after this whole thing.” She’d say as she shifted back, pulling him up to a sitting position while keeping the smother up. “But you don’t have to worry much longer, one more quick match with Lady Auphemia and you’ll be done. And until then I’ll make sure it’s a good run for you.” The blue haired maid would then begin to grind her crotch against his boyhood, keeping the sweet pressure up.

Ataru and his failed saviour Okami were both dominated and seduced in the capable hands, and much more capable bosoms, of Lady Auphemia and her bountiful maids.

Trapped in the tree of woe, the wolfboy tried to squirm and tug his way out, only to find that Auphemia had done an excellent work entangling him into the corner. Like that, the losing battle of his boyhood against her enormous, enveloping breasts had started, with his cute erection easily bullied and rolled around inbetween their huge soft roundness.
"Ahhhnnn.... I c-can't...give upnnhhhghh....", he moaned in admirable but pointless reluctance, turning his head side to side as his throbbing boyhood betrayed his valiant intent to resist. Moreover, the wriggling of his head lead his face into brushing against Auphemia's warm inner thighs every now and then, making his predicament even more embarrassing, if possible.

Ataru was too exhausted to fight back now. And to his tired seduced mind, Alicia's comforting bosom felt like just the perfect place to rest. Pampered by the sweet maid and gently smothered in her expansive bosom, the cute boy let out cute muffled moans inthere, rocked back and forth as Alicia added a slow, malicious intimate rubbing to her cuddling hold.
"Mnnff...Aliciamnnffff....chanmmfffhh.... <3". Soothed more and more into obedient relaxation, Ataru sighed nicely inthere, snuggled deeper into bosomy bliss.

“That’s it Okami, Try and resist.” Auphemia would goad him on, knowing it was hopeless for him but enjoyed watching him squirm. “See how much longer you can fight off your own lust before it takes over. It’s always entertaining to see what you’d try to do next.” She’d add on, adding intensity to her bosomy blows to his cock with glee.

Ataru had a much better send off, as Alicia was sure to keep it gentle and lovely, never doing more than occasionally tightening her bosom around his face for a few seconds or, rubbing her crotch more firmly down against his own. But nonetheless, it was clear he’d get a much nicer and softer end with his session with the maids then Okami had.

Being dominated with another climax that would furtherly drain his strenght and stamina was definitely not part of Okami's plans, but he seemed not to have much choice.
Auphemia's huge soft breasts were simply irresistible, as his growingly sensitive boyhood was learning with each passing second. The velvety smoothness of her skin rubbed and teased his sandwiched girth with relentless pleasure, overwhelming his fruitless resistance until he was almost literally begging for release. To which Auphemia "gracefully" conceded, squeezing his throbbing erection into an agonizing, mind-numbing climax.
"Mmm...nyahhhn... t-too good... I ... ooohhhh gods... aaahhhnnn <333".

Ataru was lulled into heavenly bliss under the sensuous, motherly cares of Alicia. His face was gently squeezed inbetween her pillowy breasts in a slow, rocking movement, lulling him to sleep while her gentle grinding made sure to give the boy some very sweet dreams.
"Mnf...mm.. zzz... <3", Ataru would mumble cutely, nestled in the comforts of her bosom as she passaged him into the sweetest slumber.

Another climax, another satisfied smile from Auphemia as she watched the wolfboy release his load again for both her and the audience to see. At this point her domination was just showing off, however it was clear that no one would really complain as it was such a unique and specifically display to show.

The mistress would then step away from Okami, free his legs and allowing him to drop to the canvas from the corner before moving him closer to the edge. “I believe we’re just about done here. Please finish him off while I conclude my business with Ataru, would you Sejna?”

“Of course, mistress.” The head maid bowed before walking to the ring, pulling Okami out and bringing him outside the ring to “finish him off” for her mistress.

At the same time, Alicia had pulled Ataru out of her bosom and brought him to the ring, gently and carefully bringing him up to the canvas before bowing and dismissing herself back to the ringside, awaiting her mistress’ next orders or rather coming victory.

Okami flopped down like a strenghtless ragdoll as te busty lady "graciously" released him from her piazuri-heaven.
"Uungh....d-dammit... @///@". It felt like Auphemia's magnificent bosom had some special energy draining power to themselves, the wolfboy would think, realizing that his muscles felt like jello now; but the wolfboy didn't need to walk out of the ring, because Senja was there to help him.

And thus, once again the poor boys would shift places, repeating the sensually dominant game that Auphemia and her maids had repeatedly played since the starting of this match- Like that, the tired Okami would slip out of the ring, entrusted to the bosomy cares of the maids, and the slumbering Ataru was gently passaged onto the ring by Alicia, held like a baby in arms to the crowd's amusement.

“You had provided a good distraction for Lady Auphemia, giving her extra sport rather than leaving everything to be handled by Ataru.” Sejna would state, Moving him over to sit him against the barrier that sepemrated the ring outside from the audience. She’d then mount his waist, her panty clad crotch pressing against his groin before pressing forward and beginning yet another breast smother for the wolfboy. “You may now surrender and go to sleep, one of us will remove you from the arena afterwords.”

Back on the ring, Auphemia would place her hands on her hips, waiting patiently for Ataru to recover and awaken from his boob induced KO. “It’s rude to keep a woman waiting Ataru, especially when we have a match to finish up here.”

Okami blushed in embarrassed discomfort as the busty head maid quietly stated the hard truth: having rushed to the ring to save Ataru, the wolfboy had ended up doing nothing more than providing a nice enterteinment to Auphemia and her beautiful hench-maids.
His flushed face was soon going to be hidden from the crowd's mocking eyes, but he couldn't be exactly grateful for the method as Sejna sensually settled herself onto his lap and pulled him into another breastsmother.
"N-No... you don't understand... must help Ataruummffhhh...mnnffff....". His silly speech was effectively stifled inbetween her warm breasts, providing the most heavenly pillows for his imminent nap as he meekly tried to stay conscious.

Speaking of naptime, Ataru's resting time was over as his eyes fluttered open and he finally re-emerged from slumber. Tilting his swooning head up, the cute boy would blush at the sight of Auphemia towering over him with a sensually intimidating hands-on-hips pose. Her confident smirk teasing him from above those huge, bouncy breasts that had dominated him (and his poor friend) throughout the whole match.

"U-Uuummmh... my apologies for keeping such a beautiful lady waiting 0///0", Ataru would timidly respond trying his best to play along with her teasings.
"...But I'm ready for you now". The cute boy had a plan, moving forward and lifting one hand as to invite Auphemia to engage a test of strenght. And if she did, he would grab her arms and turn around, trying to surprise the voluptuous foe with a judo throw.

“You needn’t worry.” Sejna stated, keeping his struggles easily contained as she smothered him. “He will be defeated and the match will come to an end soon. As for you, we take our jobs seriously and will properly escort you to the proper management. You don’t need to worry about us doing anything to you either. We wouldn’t dare ruin Lady Auphemia’s reputation by doing anything other than removing you from the arena.”

As for Ataru, his final round was truly beginning, as Auphemia would allow him to approach towards her. However as he reached out for his “test of strength” The busty mistress would instead smack his hand away, instead going for a quick breast bump to his face before spinning, aiming for a quick hip bump to his stomach before finishing with a breast hook, starting it off quick with the poor boy.