Ataru vs Angel (for Alexandra)

"Nghh... then i'll break free in less than a minute..."
Angel's playful tauntings urged poor Ataru to struggle more, which was not leading him anywhere but to waste more of his vanishing energies, making him more and more helpless.
His labored breathing bathed Angel's relentless thighs while the boy was getting dazed in her sultry inescapable trap.

Angel let out a bored yawn, grinning at him again.

"You really should just give in before you get hurt too badly, little boy. You really think you're escaping my perfect legs now...?"

"Ngh.... n-no giving...", the boy refused, his groaning voice sounding cutely sleepy now as his vain escape attempts and Angel's squeezing thighs were making him more and more tired, the pain to his neck gradually replaced by a pleasurable numbness.
To his further embarassement, he had the impression that her pulsating thighs muscles were almost rocking him into sleepyness.

Just to add to that feeling, Angel would indeed start to rock her legs slightly back and forth, going to fold her arms behind her head as if she was bored.

"Go to sleep, little boy...go to sleep, and try not to have too dirty a dream about me, mmkay?"

The rocking movements of Angel's legs added a sensuous-motherly touch to her finishing hold, making it even more embarassing for Ataru as she was squeezing the last bits of resistence out of his body.
"N-Nhh.... t-tired....", he just could groan with a very sleepy and breathless voice, his hands sliding down from her legs and his eyes fluttering as the boy was almost there, lulled back and forth in such taunting way as his softened body was forced to follow with the swaying of her hips.

"You're done..." Angel whispered softly to him, purring lightly once again. Sitting up a bit, she would tighten her legs just a little bit more, watching him closely as the last reserves of energy were drained from his weakened body...

Ataru could still feel Angel's inner thighs muscles pulsate around his neck, a sign that he still wasn't unconscious.
Though, he could not feel pain from her tightening scissors, but only the increasing warmth soothing him down furtherly, which meant that he was about to pass out.
Half conscious and unresisting, he closed his eyes and let out a faint sigh. It was now only a matter of seconds and Angel would have the victory in her hands...or better said her legs.

An victory she wouldn't be giving up, as she kept her legs wrapped around Ataru nice and tight, waiting for the signs that he was done completely...

Soon Ataru went limp inbetween Angel's tight and sensuous coils, his only movements caused by the slow rocking of her hips.
The ref-girl watched carefully and leaned in, ready to start the count as the boy appeared to be unresponsive.
"You give up?" , she asked carefully but there was no answer.

Angel purred softly, shaking her head. "He's done..." she whispered, uncoiling her legs slowly from him, starting to stand up as she grinned downwards, staring at him closely to see the condition he was in.