Naptime! Mariko vs Ryu - multiple KO match (complete)

Mariko's facesitting was providing a very effective sensual smothering of Ryu, sending the boy silly from both lack of air and intoxicating scent while lulling him with her stroking and teasing talk.

It all was paying its toll on the poor boy, sending weaker and mesmerized so early in the match, as she could tell from his struggles gradually slowing down to nothing, except from the cute muffled sounds from his lips underneath her hips. "m-mffhhhh...."

If trapped into such hold later in the match, he would have been knocked out with no chance to escape.. but at such an early time Ryu still had energies left, and a card to play in his sleeve.

Suddenly kicking his legs up, he would try to clamp his ankles around Mariko's head and pull down. Hopefully it would take Mariko by surprise and set him free from that sensuous smothering that was starting to weaken his will together with his body.

Mariko continued to steadily rock to and fro against Ryu’s face, draining more and more energy out of him with each passing second. His struggles were weakening noticeably, and even the sounds of his muffled voice against her crotch were growing quieter and softer. She could feel it coming. Any moment now Ryu would be passing out while she sat dominantly on top of his handsome features.

“That’s it. Just relax~” she cooed, attempting to help lull him further toward unconsciousness. “Lay still, and it’ll all be over soon.”

However, Ryu wasn’t ready to accept defeat in this opening round so quickly. And to Mariko’s surprise, the boy’s boots suddenly found their way around her neck, then brought her tumbling off of him. Soft laughter rang out from her lips as she rose up and started walking over toward her foe.

“Not bad, cutie. Thought I had you there for a second.”

It took a few seconds for Ryu to stand up himself, as he used that time to take some much needed gulps of air.

Because of that, he was still in the process of standing up, staggering a little and shaking his head clear while Mariko was sauntering her way to him.
"H-Heh... sorry about Mariko-san...*breathing heavily*.... but I could not allow myself to take the fastest defeat in Tension history", the boy would reply with a slight grin, trying to hide his increased nervousness.

"Ryu-baka! A few more seconds and she had smothered you out, right at the starting of a match!"

Though he was visibly needing a few more moments to fully recover, his muscles a bit softened by the previous smothering, such thought echoed in Ryu's mind, urging him to strike back.
And so, the boy would crouch slightly and spring forward without a second thought, trying to tackle Mariko at upper thighs height, unless he anticipated his moves.
But, was it a good idea in his actual conditions?

Mariko giggled at the boy’s words as he stood. She could only imagine it would’ve felt for him to be knocked out possibly quicker than anyone in Tension had before, not to mention with it being done in such a humiliating position. Fortunately, Ryu had avoided that embarrassing outcome, though he was still in a less than favorable spot at the moment.

Having spent so much time already being smothered by Mariko’s crotch, she knew he would already be somewhat dazed and winded. And with the match still only in its beginning stages, for Mariko it was almost like starting a race with a head start.

But she didn’t expect him to suddenly spring forward. With his body in the condition it was, he wasn’t able to get as much force behind the attempted tackle as he probably would’ve liked, but he did come crashing into her upper thighs, causing her to stumble back and take a light tumble down, landing on her rear.

“Oh my, eager to get back into things already, are we?” Mariko teased, before quickly trying to throw her legs out to coil them nice and tight around his torso to squeeze him with a body scissor.

Having successfully grappled Mariko's at thighs/hips height, Ryu had landed ontop of her. But there was not plenty of time to celebrate such small goal: while he tried to adjust himself into a mounting stance, Mariko's luscious thighs would stop him on tracks by squeezing his waist into a tight bodyscissor.

"Ughh... t-tight...", the boy's groan would state an obvious fact. As she had caught him into another oxygen-deprivation maneuvre right away, it was not a problem for Ryu to understand which was her strategy... the problem was how to escape from it.

His hands were free, but try to punch a lovely looking girl like Mariko-san was out of question. And thus, the boy would just try to pry apart her squeezing thighs, slipping at least one of his hand into her clutches if he could, willing to ease the pressure for starters, and then find out a way to break free.

"Mpfhhhh... uunfhhhh....." All the while, the red haired boy was groaning and huffing, partly from her tight squeeze, partly in exertion as he was struggling against Mariko's sultry yet constricting bodyscissors. Ryu's hands vs Mariko's thighs: once again, it didn't appear like the wisest of strategies from Ryu.

It was probably wise that Ryu kept his chivalrous no-lady-punching policy to himself, even if he didn’t realize it. Despite her appearance, Mariko was much more than just a pretty face. And while Ryu’s restraint was likely intended as a sign of respect to women, Mariko would’ve taken it as a sign of him holding back. She considered something like that a metaphorical slap to the face, and if she knew about it, she’d probably answer it with a slap of her own, which would be much more literal.

But as things were, the Japanese vixen simply grinned as her thighs clamped onto the boy’s midsection and started squeezing the life right out of him. “Seems like you enjoy being between my thighs.” she said with a giggle, teasing him about the fact that he was already trapped between her legs for a second time in this bout.

Her foe managed to get a hand squeezed in between her leg and his body, slightly easing the constricting pressure on him. Not bad. But, it left him open for something potentially even more dangerous. Most people don’t tend to guess the first time they see her, but Mariko was very fond of submission holds, and also happened to be pretty good at applying them.

And so while one arm was wedged between her leg and his waist, his other arm was wide open. Grabbing onto it, Mariko attempted to pull him forward to lean over her while bringing her legs further up his body until his head, neck and arm were trapped between them. If all went well, she’d have the boy secured in a near picture-perfect triangle choke.

Ryu had managed to ease the constricting pressure around his waist but doing so he had matter of factly put himself further into Mariko's guard. Something that a good submissionist like she was would not miss to capitalize.

"..Eeep...!". Unbalanced forward as she pulled him close, the boy fell right into her clutches, too late aware of his mistake as Mariko's smooth legs curled into him, wrapping Ryu's head into a graciously yet neatly executed figure four around that silly redhead.

The warmth and soft touch of her thighs and calves were not a feeling he could indulge into at all, as he knew the dangers of his predicament. And thus, Ryu started to pull and wriggle trying to escape, but if Mariko had secure him in her hold in time, then he was unlikely to go anywhere.
"nghfff..!", he groaned in exertion, struggling inbetween her coiling legs...which probably just made him more appetizing to keep there.

Mariko grinned as the boy fell right into her hold, and her legs clamped right around him to lock in the triangle choke. Her prey frantically tried to pull free from her clutches, but her legs stayed nice and tight around him. The more he tried and failed to get away from her, the more amusement Mariko got out of it.

Once she was sure the hold was secured, she let go of his wrist, folding her arms casually behind her head while grinning up at his trapped head. “Look, no hands~” she said with a chuckle, wanting to further demoralize Ryu by showing she didn’t even need to use her hands to subdue him.

She then started to slowly swing her legs and hips from side to side, pulling Ryu right along as she choked him out with her legs. He may have escaped her facesit moments ago, but already he was in another tight bing, and could potentially be facing a quick knockout soon if he didn’t find a way out of this hold.

Ryu was not faring well to say the least: all wrapped up in the smooth yet lethal coils of Mariko's thighs and calves, his blushed face was probably fueling up her self-satisfaction as the boy struggled but always failed to get up onto his knees, unbalanced and demoralized by the gentle swaying of her hips.

"Nghhfhh... v-very... funny...", Ryu would groan, ever more flustrated at how Mariko looked down at him from that sexy nonchalant pose of hers, teasingly swaying him along in her hold.
From Ryu's uncomfortable position, it definitely looked like he was being slowly rocked in her hold as a sort of insult added to his predicament... like if she wanted to swaddle him to sleep in such sensually mocking way!
Not exactely painful, the gradually constricting squeeze of her curled legs was in fact steadily robbing the strenght behind his struggles, making him easier to be.... well, lulled side to side.

"Nffhhh... d-damn... stop it....", Ryu would protest, the wannabe-resolute tone of his voice all but unwittingly emphasizing his helpless embarassement. He definitely needed to figure out a way to escape, before she would make him into a "tired little boy" of sorts.

“Well, I certainly thought so.” Mariko replied with a giggle as she continued to gently rock her trapped foe from side to side with her legs. He had such a wonderful look on his face as he tried to endure. Embarrassed at being so thoroughly dominated in the early goings of this match, frustrated as he continually failed to escape while his struggles drew weaker by the moment, and she could’ve sworn she even detected a hint of fear as he drew closer and closer to a nice little slumber.

There were some in this league who at this point would’ve let Ryu go and tried to continue toying with him before going for the kill. But Mariko didn’t exactly feel like risking the possibility of giving the boy a chance to turn things around. After all, she’d still need to knock him out two more times afterward. Better to take an early lead and make it even harder for Ryu to dig himself out of the hole he was in.

The only thing Mariko did differently at this point was squeeze even tighter with her legs, while starting to hum a little lullaby in hopes of easing him into unconsciousness as soon as possible. And all the while, she continued resting her head back against her arms, letting her smooth stocking-covered legs do the work as she tried to knock her foe out.