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

This was not possible... now was she even going to sing him to sleep like a baby?!?
"n-no... stop this.. already..... nfff....", the boy would groan in shocked helplessness, feeling light headed as Mariko kept swaying him slow and steadily in the smooth, inescapable prison of her thighs, squeezing him tighter and tighter. His embarassed protests were just getting him nowhere though, probably making her love how he was getting sleepy in spite of his will to resist.

Together with her sensually lethal hold, her teasing lullaby was paying its toll on the poor boy's mind, even if he still tried to resist.
"n-nfhh... I'll break free..... in...mnn...", he would mumble in tired wannabe-defiance. Of all the things she could do to him... lulling him to slumberland was the most demoralizing, so Ryu was still kind of fighting to avoid it.
Well, he actually stood the same chance of a sleepy child struggling to stay awake in his mommy's cradle, rocked and lulled as he was in the calming embrace of Mariko's smooth thighs.

Mariko said nothing in response to his rebellious words, only continuing to hum the lullaby while she rocked him back and forth with her legs. The fact that he was still attempting to resist by this point almost elicited another chuckle from her lips, but she kept it back and stayed focused on lulling the handsome boy to sleep between her legs.

Her thighs continued to tightly constrict against Ryu, sapping the energy right out of his body. He hadn’t made any progress in getting out of her clutches, and Mariko felt certain any chance he might’ve had was all but gone at this point, now that he had been weakened so severely. Even the tone of his words reflected just how worn down he was. As one final factor to help him drift off, she brought her hand up and began to ever so gently brush it right over Ryu’s red locks. Between her soothing touch, the lulling humming, and of course her smooth legs strangling the life out of him, it seemed he would be fading out any moment now...

Weaker and weaker with each new squeeze from Mariko's thighs, Ryu was easily soothed into sleepiness by her mockingly gentle caresses and humming song. Pacified like that, the boy couldn't help but entrust himself to the non stopping swaying of her hips, succumbing to Mariko with a cute sigh as she lulled him into blissful unconsciousness. "mmnf..... @_@"

The ref-girl came over to check Ryu, lifting his free arm which dropped down limp for the first of 3 counts needed to confirm his knockout. "ONE...!"

Another soft chuckle came from Mariko’s lips as Ryu slipped off into a peaceful sleep between her thighs. “Nighty night~” she said, continuing to hold the choke in as the ref came over to check on him, just to try to make sure he wouldn’t come to in time to keep the round alive.

After his arm limply dropped down once, the ref then lifted it again before releasing it. If he remained unconscious, then the ref would shout “TWO...!” as soon as the arm fell again. And from there, Mariko would simply wait for the third count, and for her victory in the first round.

The crowd was roraring at this mockingly "tender moment" with Mariko lulling the little boy into dreamland, his limp body gently swayed along with her movements like a cute male doll. In particular, a group of girls at the ringside were laughing gleefuly and commenting on how Ryu looked "adorable".

As he was now, Ryu could not be shaken from his state by either the excited crowd or the ref's count. To his dulled, air-deprived mind Mariko's thighs felt like a warm blanket and a soft pillow, their squeeze like a comforting cradle helping him drift more into sleep. Her soft chuckle was heard like a far distant, pleasant sound caressing his ears.

And thus, no signs of life could be detected from the red-haired boy, except for his breathing slowing down to a calm and steady pace, and another cute sigh from his lips as the ref-girl approaced him for the third time.

This time he couldn't even feel the ref's grip around his wrist lifting his arm for the final count: the boy was just snoozing nicely in the cradle of Mariko's curled legs, even when she announced "THREE...!", and the fans roared along with the ringing of the bell, sealing Mariko's nearly flawless victory in round one.

Round one goes to Mariko: Triangle Choke KO

Mariko watched as the last signs of life faded from Ryu’s form, and slowly but surely, the boy drifted off to sleep right between her thighs. His arm had already been raised and dropped twice, and still he’d given no indication that he would be able to change anything before it happened once again. Still, Mariko kept her legs tightly clamped on him, not wanting to release her prey until she was certain the round was hers.

Sure enough, the ref dropped his hand for a third time, then the bell rang to signal Mariko’s victory. Grinning, the vixen finally loosened her legs around him, then rolled over to bring him onto his back with her once again seated on his chest. Placing one hand on her hip and flexing the bicep of her other arm, Mariko struck a dominant pose over Ryu’s unconscious body and gave the photographers a moment to get some good pictures. After a few seconds she looked down at him, then lightly smacked his cheek a few times. “Time to wake up, Ryu-chan. The fun’s only just started~”

She then stood up and moved away, letting one of her boots “accidentally” brush right over his face as she went. Once Mariko was back by her corner, she continued to smirk while she looked at her opponent, waiting for him to get back up so the second round could commence.

"nnn...ouch...". Ryu's pleasant slumber was going to be a short one, as Mariko playfully slapped him back into consciousness. His still dazed eyes would open in time to watch her walk her way to the corner.

In a few seconds he realized that he had disgracefully lost the 1st round, having payed at high price his previous silly chivalrous behavior. "Stupid Ryu, you'll better not understimate her again", the boy vowed to himself, using the ropes as support to stand up.
But even so, Ryu had lost more than a mere round: having cunningly weakened him in a quite long figure 4 choke, Mariko had deprived him of any advantage he might have had in terms of raw strenght.

The bell rang as soon as the boy was up on his feet too, surely not allowing him plenty of time to recover.
"Uh...uff...alright... you had me for good there, but don't think I'll give up!", Ryu would say with amusing hero-like determination, taking a few steps forward to meet Mariko in the middle of the ring. Hopefully she would not notice his loss of strenght, he thought.

With that, Ryu assumed a prudent stance, willing to study Mariko's movements and waiting for her to make the first movements in the hope that he could somehow counter it.
If she was not going to take any initiative though, then Ryu would get impatient and lunge forward himself, trying to reach at the girl's wrist and attempting to irish-whip her against the ropes.

That had been quite an enjoyable first round. For Mariko, anyway. It had been outright domination right from the start. She’d practically smothered him out with a facesit literally in the opening seconds of the bout, only to knock the poor boy out with a triangle choke moments later. And even better, she’d enjoyed being able to humiliate him in the moments, rocking his helpless form between her legs, while lulling him to sleep with ease like a child.

But as much fun as she’d had embarrassing him in his first round defeat, she’d also gained a big advantage going forward into the next round. She was still in top shape, while Ryu was struggling to regain his senses and catch his breath while he picked himself back up. “Maybe you should. It’ll make things easier for yourself.” she teased in response to his words as he tried to show some confidence.

When Ryu took his stance again, Mariko put up her arms as well and moved to meet him in the center of the ring. She had the advantage, but no need to rush. Slow and steady wins the race, as they say. And if she could keep controlling the pace, she could pick her spots and break Ryu down again without much trouble. In theory, at least.

However, he surprised Mariko a bit when he opted to lunge out and grab onto her arm, before suddenly irish whipping her off toward the ropes. She’d assumed he’d try to take things easy right out of the gate so he could try to use more time to recover, but that didn’t seem to be the case. And she was now heading into the ropes, before bounding off of them and coming right back toward Ryu at full speed.

"Good! Now to connect with the next move.", Ryu thought to himself, having successfully whipped Mariko against the ropes and running back to him.

He stretched out his right arm like in preparation of a clothesline, but that was a feint. Ryu would crouch down before the running girl instead, planning to have flip her up and past his shoulders with a back body drop

That was, if Mariko was going to eat the bait of his fake clothesline.

As Mariko bounded off the ropes and came dashing right back toward Ryu, and saw him seemingly prepping his arm for a clothesline. Initially it seemed he’d telegraphed his move way too soon, and Mariko felt confident that’s exactly what he’d try, so she mentally prepared herself to counter it once she reached him.

However, her foe instead crouched down as opposed to attempting the clothesline. Not seeing it until it was too late, Mariko felt his shoulder against her midsection, and was then tossed overhead with the back body drop, and crashed down onto her lower back on the mat. Grunting in pain at the impact, she pushed herself up a bit and moved a hand over the spot she’d landed on.

“Well, look who decided to start fighting back.” she said with a slight chuckle.