Wolfess on a hunt: Ataru vs Winter (complete)

"Unghf.... not exactly my plans, but you're welcome Winter-chan...", Ataru would groan in exertion as he realized to have just been lured into another trap of hers.

But, while Ataru was wriggling in frantic, non-strategic efforts to get loose, Winter seemed to have a very clear idea of where she wanted him, and how to have him unwittingly cooperate with her whims:
the boy's arms went down to her legs as soon as she let go of his wrists; his head turned to the side at her playful nibble, only to be locked under her armpit, with her arm swiftly yet graciously snaking around his throat.

And when he realized what was going on, she had already secured him in her picture-perfect dragon-sleeper, her arms locked behind his back trapping his left arm in the hold too.
"Wahh...!! Unghhhh must...escape...!!", he would groan, struggling and squirming in concern. The fact that he said such thing only now that he was secured in the double coiling hold of her legs and her arms would probably not miss to entertein Winter more, his slim frame writhing in her clutches as he tried to break free.

Winter now had Ataru exactly where she wanted him, while he was completely immobilized, she would be able to soften him up for a submission or a pin.  “Well Ataru, it looks like I won’t need to employ any special tactics for this round”, she said to him softly, while brushing her lips close to his neck.  “You are now mine and you will be mine for the night after this is over”, Winter predicted confidently.  

“The Wolf” applied as much pressure as she could on bending Ataru back in her dragon lock, hoping to make him very light headed indeed being unable to lift his head up.  It would almost be like hanging upside down and letting all of the blood rush to your head, she imagined.  Whenever he would try to use his left arm she would crank back on it with her hold.  With her arms locked behind him, he was not fighting against her muscle, he was fighting against himself, and he would never win that battle.

Although she was not going to use this against him for this round, she could not help massaging his extremely stiff cock pressed between her two feet and being groped with her ten toes.  “I can see that being in my embrace really brings out the best in you Ataru”, Winter exclaimed feeling him press his crotch back against her feet.

With the motion of leaning back repeatedly to bend his back, stretch his neck, controlling the flow of blood to his head (well one of them anyway), and generally wearing him down, she could hear the constant groaning from each painful movement as he continued to struggle.  “He definitely had a lot of energy”, she thought happily, “this will be one long night once he realizes who is the boss here.”

Squeezed and arched with slow repetitions as Winter rhythmically flexed her dragon lock, poor Ataru was like rocked back and forth in a strenght-draining hammock with her sensuous but inescapable coils, which didn't miss to delight the crowd....and to demoralize the fruitlessly struggling boy.

"G-gasp.... I..I am not going to lose....heremmnnn....". His "valiant hero speech" had to sound cutely hopeless to her ears, especially when she could toy with him so easily, alternating from squeezing him weak and having him moan in embarassement at her pleasure.

Ataru's right arm and His legs were free, so there was certainly a way to break the sultry pythoness hold, he thought. And thus, the boy kept writhing and trying to squirm free, His hand laid to her stocking-clad thigh in a soft attempt at prying apart. "I just need to keep....mnghh....s-struggling...", he mumbled with a bit of cute weary voice, His head reeling as he was going light-headed, just allowing Winter to embrace him tighter and tighter with each ounce of His resistence she squeezed away.

“Oh my, he will never get tired at this rate” Winter thought wearily.  “On the other hand my legs can’t take much more of this squeezing.”  

She would tempt Ataru with a deal so she could hopefully get some rest for her legs before she ended up with a cramp in one of them.  “Ataru, you are only making this hard on yourself, the more you struggle the tighter I will squeeze you, if you stop struggling  so much, then I won’t squeeze you as hard”, Winter offered.  

Just so he would see how hard she could squeeze, Winter flexed her considerable leg muscles close to their limit to elicit a huge grunt out of Ataru.  “See what I mean?” she said with a laugh.  

Of course this would give him a chance to rest also, but she still had him in the Dragon Lock, so she continue to punish him on that end without worrying about her legs.

"U-Ungghhhhfffffff....!!!". Poor Ataru's lips emitted a prolonged hissing groan at Winter's full-pressure squeeze. The effect was quite amusing to the crowd, making it look like the sexy amazon was playing the tangled boy like a cute Japanese bagpipe, but much less enterteining for Ataru, who saw dark lights dancing before his eyes after the painful demonstration of constricting power.

And thus, he was persuaded to accept Winter's proposal of a deal, thinking that after all taking slowing down for some moments could be a good idea, giving him more time to to find out an escape plan.
"Uff...ufff....  yea ok ok... I definitely see.. and feel what you mean Winter-chan", Ataru would groan, his voice smoothened by her tightening arm, obediently calming down with a faint sigh, trying to let his strained muscles rest for a moment.... and allowing Winter to leisurely adjust the softened boy in her holds.

Actually, there was probably no chances that this could be a good idea... probably Ataru had thought so because... well, having insufficent oxygen flowing to the brain usually doesn't lead to brilliant ideas.

Winter smiled as Ataru stopped his silly struggling, he was almost out of air anyway. As soon as he was close to passing out, she would release him and try to get him into position for her finishing hold. She did not want to knock him out, she wanted to hear him submit to her. “That will be music to my ears”, “The Wolf” thought devilishly.

At the point when he was totally relaxed, she would attempt to grab her right wrist with her left hand to intensify the pressure, then methodically tighten her right arm around his throat until she could hear him gasping for air. “Thank you for cooperating in your defeat Ataru, didn't I warn you before about the fine print?” she teased hoping that he would be too far gone at this point to fight back.

In spite of being still stuck and bent backwards in Winter's double hold, entrusting himself to a less vicious embrace felt comfortable, almost cuddly in comparison to the previous torture, even allowing Ataru to let out a half-contented sigh.

And then, in another of their 'tender moments'.... Winter tightened the proper choke/sleeper part of her dragon lock, having poor Ataru trash around like a fish in a barrel as she cut off his air supply. "nghhhh g-gasp..... b-but... y-you said you would not squeengffffhhhh....", the boy just managed to hiss in a breathless, silly protest. Trickable, ingenuous little Ataru...

Even if panic from the sudden air restraint urged the boy to struggle, Winter could easily contain her handsome, weakened prisoner, watching his already meek squirmings slow down into further helplessness. "nnghhh...."

“Well, I’m not squeezing you Ataru, I’m trying me best to choke you, see the difference?”, Winter asked him with a touch of humor in her voice.  She could feel  Ataru’s struggles diminishing as his kicking legs slowed down to just having his feet barely sliding across the mat.  “Now is as good a time as any to finish this off, Ataru-San”, once I let you out of this it will be pretty much over Winter promised.

As Ataru’s feet finally came to a rest, Winter released both of her holds on him so that she could get him in the proper position for her finisher.    She gently lay his head down on the mat and waved the Ref away, so that she would not check on him, she didn’t want a K.O., and he wasn’t really out yet, just very woozy she hoped.

This was a new finisher that she had been dying to try on one of her unlucky victims and Ataru just happened to fit the bill perfectly. Winter slid him to the center of the ring and began positioning him to wrap this up, and wrap him up was exactly what she planned to do.  Hopefully he would not  realize what was happening until it was too late.  She stood in front of him as he lay on his back and reached for his foot ……

Winter had arised a gleeful laughter from the crowd with her explaination of the fine prints, so to speak, furtherly emphasizing Ataru's cute naivety.. like if it was needed.

Soon Ataru's struggles had subsided to nothing. Too tired to even try, his limbs had come to rest like if deciding to surrender with a will of their own. Choked into drowzyness, Ataru knew that he was all hers, all he could do was to drift into merciful sleep...

...but that's when something unexpected happened. He was allowed to breath!
"Unngh....couch... uff..uff....w-whatmnnn...",, the boy would mumble so softly in a daze, eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness while he could feel his unresisting frame getting dragged to the middle of the ring. He knew he had to use that little time to gasp for much needed air, gulping greedy intakes of oxygen so that he could gather whatever strenght was left in his muscles.

The roars from the crowd were growing in both loudness and eagerness as the sultry amazon reached for Ataru's feet.
"Wait....", the boy said to himself not really playing possum there, but rather needing to the last possible second to breathe and pour more awereness into his dulled mind, more energy to his weakened muscles.

As Winter began to drag Ataru to the center of the ring, she thought back to her true purpose for being here. “Revenge for poor Cinder”.    She really felt bad that she had to make an example out of Ataru just to get set for the next part of her plan, but she would make it up to him somehow.  His limp form slid easily along the mat to the center.

With all of this noise she could barely hear herself think.  “Did she really want to end Ataru’s match like this or save this ending for the one that she was really after”, she thought to herself absentmindedly as she continued to drag poor Ataru.  She thought she heard him mumble something under his breath, “wait…” (he said in a hoarse croak)  maybe if he was waking early it was a sign that she could not put him through the humiliation of the ending that she had planned out so carefully.

“Ataru, are you awake yet?”, Winter asked him hopefully.  “Yes, she had decided that Ataru was not her ultimate goal and did not need to suffer such a fate, he would suffer of course, but not as much as…......”, her thoughts trailed off as Ataru began to flail his arms around weakly.