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

Thanks to his stupid stubborness, Ryu was a prisoner of an apparently endless squeeze-and-relax pattern with Mariko's thighs and glutes flexing to painfully constrict the air out of him, then relaxing to tease him with their smoothness while she allowed him a second to breath... and then back to sweeling femla muscles crunching his poor neck, each time squeeeezing the poor boy closer to unconsciousness, but never allowing him to pass out.

Having such up and personal close peek on those beutiful butt muscles flexing and unflexing rhytmically would be probably an erotic dream... for those who had not experienced the pain of her headscissors by first hand... or first head in this case.

"Unnghh... ngghhhhh... ngghhh....!!". Naturally, each squeeze was rewarded by a new groan from his agonizing lips, making her thighs looking even better, all glistening and shiny with the bathing of his labored breathings. His vision blurring to dark dancing spots every time, until, poor Ryu was persuaded that his neck and his mind could not take any more of that torture.
"Uhhhh.... o-ok ok you win... nghhfffff.... please... I submit.... and I am Mariko's... hhuuhh.... b-bitch...", the ashamed boy would yeld, speaking it as much clearly as a half-strangled guy could.

This all could have gone some much more smoothly for Ryu. If he had just been a good boy and taken it when Mariko was rocking herself over his handsome face just a couple minutes ago, he could’ve been gently eased into the final knockout, and in a way that would’ve made every last man in the arena jealous of him. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.

Instead, he just had to resist with the last bit of strength left in his body. And now, instead of being peacefully lulled to sleep while a beautiful woman rode his face, he was being painfully tortured with a headscissor. Still a position in which most would’ve gladly traded places with Ryu, though it was certainly much less comfortable than the alternative had been to say the least. But finally, Mariko heard the words she’d wanted to hear. Her legs released the pressure on his head and neck, and she then pushed herself up to sit on top of his face once again.

“Yes you are, Ryu-chan~” she cooed, rubbing her rear around on him for a moment. She didn’t intend on smothering him out like this, though. Mariko just needed a comfy cushion to sit on while she fixed her hair. And seconds later, she scooted back and off of him, before moving Ryu into a sitting position while kneeling behind him. She’d then wrap an arm around the front of his neck, then lay back while wrapping her legs around his torso in a tight vice. If successful, she’d have her prey caught in her deadly Dragon Clutch, with the end now in plain sight.

“Time for another nap, Ryu-chan.”

Ryu could finally feel Mariko relieve the python pressure of her thighs around his softened and defeated neck.
Keeping the stubborn attitude when even the slightest chances of victory had vanished would be masochism, not courage. Being forced into such a shameful surrender obviously hurt his pride, but it was going to spare him further tauntings and a pointless knockout at least... or so he believed.

Though, it looked like Mariko was not really done with him yet. Once released from the dreadful reverse headscissor, the helpless Ryu was immediately after put back under Mariko's reverse facesitting, forced into amusing mumblings, his shocked face muffled and lolled around along with the taunting wrigglings of her butt. "Uhhh... pant pant.. w-wah..mmfffff!"

"Uhmm... I think he just gave u... oh well whatever..", the ref started to say, then just going back to check her nails as soon as she realized that Mariko wanted to have some extra fun.
The fans went even wilder at such wonderful display of female power and beauty, more flash pics enlightening the image of Mariko leisurely fixing her hair while sitting on a defeated and humiliated human throne. But there was more to come, much to Ryu's misfortune.

"Ugh... but w-why...I did like you told me to dounghfffffhh...!!". Ryu's pricelessly naive words could only make Mariko happier with herself, just like his strenghtless squirmings as she had a very easy way to entangle the totally softend and helpless boy into her signature dragon sleeper.

Mariko was enjoying her dominance over the all-but-defeated boy every bit as thoroughly as the spectators, perhaps even more so. The face of the once confident and proud Ryu had been reduced to a helpless chair for Mariko to sit on while she adjusted her hair. And though she’d made him say it solely for her own satisfaction and enjoyment, it seemed true at the moment that he was indeed her bitch, and there was not a single thing the powerless boy could do about it.

Unfortunately for Ryu, he had lost the privilege of being allowed to ease his way into unconsciousness while she simply sat on him. He was going to suffer to the last second, and Mariko made sure of it when she locked him in the Dragon Clutch. With an arm around his throat and her legs painfully squeezing the air out of his lungs, it just seemed like a matter of time now.

“Yes you did, Ryu-chan.” Mariko replied, her voice gentle despite the intense and crushing grip she had on his body. “But you also resisted. And that means you need to be punished. So be a good boy now and scream and squirm for your queen, then go to sleep.” And with that she cranked up the pressure even more, looking to choke him out nice and painfully.

Mariko's smooth but toned female bicep was pressed to Ryu's throat, her arms locked behind  his back having one of his arm trapped within her patented the Dragon Clutch for good measure as well... not that he had enough strenght left to even try to fight back in any case.

Arched backwards in such awkward and helpless position, the japanese boy could feel her thighs surround his waist, exacting a forceful huff of air, and a groan of pain from his lips as soon as he felt the pressure mount.
"Unggghhfffhhhh... c-cant.... breathe.....", Ryu would hiss with a troubled, comprehensibly breathless voice, his constricted body and neck not even allowed much room for squirming in panic as he felt a wave of pain and numbness wash his body.

And then.... things went even worse: to Ryu's despair, Mariko's arms and legs flexed all out, bringing her dragon sleeper-scissor combo up to an even higher level of vicious constriction, definitely going for the kill.
"UUGGGGHHHHFFFF....!!!.... n-nggghh.....ff......". Her efforts were rewarded by a louder agonizing groan from her cute prisoner. But that was obviously doomed to be short lived, as Ryu's lights were quickly going out, his twitching of panic slowing down to nothing, his vision gradually tunneling to pitch black.

It was almost funny to Mariko how much Ryu was now so quick to obey her, even if he didn’t intend it. She told him to scream, and his loud, agonized groans rang for all in the arena to hear. She said to squirm, and he did as much as he could, though Mariko’s legs prevented him from doing much of it. Now there was just one last piece of the puzzle.

With the boy’s body locked and secured in her clutches, Mariko simply continued to squeeze the remaining life out of Ryu, like trying to get out the last bits of toothpaste out of the tube. But as much as she loved the rush she was getting from destroying the poor boy in her clutches, she knew it was soon likely to come to an end as his weak struggles quickly died down.

“That’s it. Just go to sleep~” she cooed softly while continuing to constrict her limps around his body until he stopped moving altogether. And once that finally happened, Mariko kept her arms and legs locked firmly around him as the ref would then come over to check on him, grabbing his arm and lifting it up before letting it go. If he couldn’t stop it from falling, the ref would start the count.

“One...!”

“That’s it. Just go to sleep~” was the last thing Ryu's drowzy mind would remember of his unfortunate match with Mariko, as he would pass out immediately afterwards those words, once again making it look like he was such an obedient little boy to fall asleep exactely when she demanded so.

Still squeezed tight in the double constricting embrace of her dragon clutch, the boy was now all limp and soft, making him even easier and more pleasant to squeeze for the evil vixen, as she could feel the life being pressed out of his lungs with a soft prolonged groan "nnfffhhhh...... @_@"

Not surprisingly, the second count went like the first one, with Ryu's unresisting arm hopelessly falling down. "TWO....!!"

The hand fell a second time with no interruption, and Ryu was still lifeless and docile in Mariko’s clutches. Her long, smooth, thigh high covered legs remained locked around his waist in a tight vice, while her arm choked the unconscious boy to make sure he didn’t get any air or a chance to wake up before this ended. And the ref lifted his hand and dropped it, for the third and final time.

“THREE!”

The bell rang and Mariko uncoiled her limbs from around Ryu’s defeated body, letting his unconscious form rest there on the mat. “Sweet dreams, Ryu-chan~” she said with a giggle. Standing up next to him, she raised her right boot and placed it right on his chest, while resting her hands casually on her hips and grinning down at him. Once again the camera flashes filled the arena as everyone took a moment to capture the image of Mariko standing over her conquered foe. Then after a few moments, Mariko decided to have a little more fun with her celebration before she took her leave, and moved her foot up to rest right on top of Ryu’s face, and lightly started to rub it over his handsome features.

Easy to predict, there were no more miracle resurrections from Ryu this time. Squeezed and chocked for good measure even while he was already out, the poor boy had been put to sleep for good by Mariko's signature submission even before the ref would proroceed with the third, and final count, sealing Mariko's complete, crushing victory, obtained by knocking her dominated opponent two times without losing one single round herself.

Like a sexy and deadly amazon, the beautiful girl had posed over her defeated male prey, placing the tip of her booted foot on his chest, hands on her hips in a both gracious and dominating pose, much to the joy of her numerous fans... since Mariko was that kind of heel that people will love even more because she is so mean.

"Umm...mmnhh....", the still basically unresponsive Ryu would mumble faintly at Mariko's way to toy with his face, amusingly sounding like a little boy who didn't want to be disturbed during his nap, after a tiring day of games.

The fans in attendance were eating this all up, loving the sight of a beautiful woman posing over a handsome, and soundly defeated young man. To Mariko, the best part about this was she seemingly could’ve stood there on him like this all day if she’d wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

And when her boot moved up to his face, Mariko couldn’t help but giggle as she heard the light mumbling underneath her foot. She rubbed her sole over his face a few more times, then finally stepped off of him and went to exit the ring. “It’s been fun, Ryu-chan.” she said before stepping through the ropes.

“Until next time~” And with that, the lovely vixen began to walk back up the ramp while the fans continued to cheer for her. And once she got to the curtain, Mariko went through it and made her way back to the locker room.