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

Ryu was helpless to escape as Mariko took her time to play with him, swinging her hips around seductively while she kept squeezing the boy weaker.

Once he was hoisted into a sitting stance on her shoulders the already dizzy Ryu was doused a further mesmerizing touch by Mariko's playful lick, which seduced Ryu's mind into incapacitating him to think of any possible McGyver-like last-moment escape.
With such carefully mean preparations from the evil beauty, poor Ryu was still moaning from Mariko's ministrations when she slammed him down with her powerbomb, giving him no chance to stop it.

With a loud BOOOM Ryu was brought down, feeling like an electrick shock to his upper back and his neck drain the lattest of his resistence with that one powerful slam. Surprisingly, the ever-stubborm redhead was still moaning and moving faintly after Mariko's supposingly finishing maneuvre.
"Nhhhh.... unghh....". On the good side, Ryu was still.... more or less conscious, his blurring vision hardly trying to re-focus on the spotlights above him. On the bad side..... he was just too worn down to even try and stand up, struggling even to stay awake.

What goes up must come down, unfortunately for poor Ryu. And when he did come down, the landing wasn’t pretty. Well, it was beautiful from Mariko’s perspective. But everyone else in the arena seemed to cringe at the sight of the young man’s body smashing down into the mat as Mariko brought him down with the Last Ride.

Yet even still Ryu impressed everyone, including Mariko, by remaining conscious after taking that intense impact, albeit just barely, it seemed. It was clear he wasn’t exactly about to pick himself up or anything, but the fact that he hadn’t been forced into his second nap from that was rather stunning.

“My, you certainly are a resilient one.” Mariko said, stepping toward his prone body, positioning a foot by either side of him before kneeling down to straddle his stomach. From there, she’d wrap her hands around his head to hold it still, then slowly lower her breasts to settle them over his face, smothering him between them.

“It’s time to take another nap, Ryu-chan.” she’d, holding her weight over him to keep him pinned down against the mat while suffocating him with her soft mounds, hoping to ease him into a short but peaceful slumber.

Poor dazed Ryu could see Mariko step over him, straddle him and gently wrap her hands around his head like in slow motion, a helpless testify of his own demise as she slowly lowered her voluptuous breasts down on him, ready to engulf his face in their soft, smothering embrace. "uhhh... another ...nap....", he would repeat with a silly moan, as if his dulled mind was slowly getting itself to realize what was going to happen.

"W....wah... n-no...I... mmffff.....". Ryu's silly protest could never make it out of the enveloping confines of Mariko's breasts, as they beautifully conformed to his face muffling and silencing him. The feel of those warm pillows was undeniably heavenly, furtherly embarassing for Ryu as he knew that she was going to smother him in such womanly way, taking her personal pleasure in taunting him with the most "maternal" hold of all... but there was nothing he could do about it.
In fact, the poor boy could not even wriggle his head as she held him tucked nice and deep in her cleavage in such mocking loving way of hers.

Each attempt at breathing remained trapped inbetween Mariko's breasts, making them a warmer and wetter seal for his face and helping to make him weaker and weaker. All the while, the sultry vixen was probably not missing to enjoy the caressing touch of Ryu's hands on her skin in a strenghtless attempt at pushing off, and the muffled sounds from his lips as he tried to breath. "mm..mfff......."

Poor Ryu. By the time he fully realized what was going on, it was far too late for him to do anything about it. Mariko’s breasts enveloped his face as she laid her body on top of his, with her arms around his head to keep it secured in its soft, suffocating prison. Her smooth thighs caressed the sides boy’s toned midsection, and her weight kept his tired form pinned down on the mat.

His protesting cries were muffled into her chest, eliciting a small purr from Mariko. “Mmm.. You make just as good a mattress as you do a chair.” she said with a giggle. And even if Ryu wanted to escape from underneath her, Mariko had a feeling he wasn’t exactly hating it down there.

She then felt his hands gliding along her soft and smooth skin, and though he was attempting to push her away from him, it just felt more like he was feeling her up. “That feels nice, Ryu-chan~” she cooed, not even bothering to deal with his arms. She knew he didn’t have the strength to budge her, and that Ryu would soon be losing consciousness as he remained beneath her. It was only a mater of time now.

"mmff...mfff...". With each attempt at breathing, Ryu was just sending a nice, soft vibration trhough Mariko's soft breasts, making her cleavage ever more damp, and thus unwittingly worsening his own predicament as she was taking her time with him, slowly depriving the boy of oxygen.
Far from just denying him air, Mariko's sensual smother was filling his senses with the mesmerizing touch and smell of her breasts, craving his tired mind to surrender.

Soon, Ryu was too weak to struggle, all tucked in Mariko's enveloping breasts as she had him in such a tauntingly cuddly finisher. "Oh no... I can't let her lull me to sleep like a baby...again", the weakened redhead boy thought in such soft prison, but how to escape?? Maybe if he relaxed for just a moment, avoiding to waste more energies, he could find a way out... or that was what his dulled mind suggested to the poor Ryu. But, was it a good idea, when Mariko's breasts were feeling so warm, soft and perfumed around his face, making him sleepy inbetween those heavenly pillows?

What little struggling Ryu was able to offer a moment ago had now all but completely died away. His body was now almost completely motionless as it remained trapped underneath her, except for the small breaths that were muffled against her cleavage. But he was running out of air fast, and soon she will have put the boy to sleep yet again.

“That’s it. Just relax, and accept your fate.” she said in a soothing, calm voice as she remained firmly on top of him, her body laid out overtop of his, dominant, controlling, and triumphant. It was clear he had been defeated for a second time in this bout. All that remained was the formality of waiting for him to finish passing out.

It probably was smart on his part to conserve a bit of energy. If nothing else, it just might be able to help him in the final round. But for now he was pinned, almost completely breathless, and too tire to resist. The ref was on standby right beside them, simply waiting for the last signs of consciousness to fade from him before she’d start the count.

As predictable, Ryu's "idea" to pause and find a way out was revealing to be pointless: with Mariko just settling herself upon the unresisting boy, her breastsmother was made even more perfectly airtight instead.

And so, it only took a few seconds before the instinctive need to breathe would kick in, urging Ryu into a new struggle to get out.
"M-mppfhhhh....!". Hands were placed at her hips, feebly trying to push her off, muffled voice was vibrating within her cleavage as he tried to wriggle his tightly secured head.

But as he was now, the more he struggled, the sleepier he became. And the sleepier he became, the more Mariko's treacherous cooings would sound sweet and easy to trust, to his drowzy little mind.

Just when it seemed the ref was about to start the count, suddenly Ryu began to struggle once again beneath Mariko. The suddenness of it brought an almost unanimous laugh from the watching crowd, and elicited a chuckle form Mariko as well.

“Just don’t know when to give up, do you?” she said, shaking her head while remaining on top of him. Truth be told, a part of her was downright astounded he had by some miracle managed to remain conscious this long. Mariko felt pretty sure Ryu had set some sort of record for staying awake as long as he had without oxygen. But it could only last so long, and she wasn’t going anywhere until he was asleep.

“Go to sleep, Ryu-chan...” she said softly as she continued to use her cleavage to smother him out, and once again the ref moved by them so she’d be ready to start the count when he finally drifted off to dreamland.

As predictable, Ryu's valiant but silly struggle was short lived. Muffled protests vibrating through her soft bosoms, the boy tried to plant his feet down but it was with no strenght behind it, as his dulled mind went sleepier and sleepier.

Within a few more seconds, Ryu was too weak to push upwards, his tired hands slipping down from her hips and resting on the mats, feeling too heavy to move; his muffled voice reduced to a cute, faint moan; his squirmings slowed down to nothing.

At this point, everything Mariko would coo at him was helping to relax her drowzy, suggestible prisoner while she suffocated him in such sensuous way. Indeed, Ryu belonged to her breasts now.

With an amused smile, the ref-girl finally went close, taking all her time to pick the boy's unresisting arm up and start the KO count.

Mariko purred in delight at the feeling of Ryu’s muffled voice vibrating against her chest. She let his hands continue to roam over her body and weakly push against her, though it was clear he no longer had nearly enough strength to budge her. That ship had sailed a long time ago.

But soon his body once again ceased movement altogether, becoming completely still underneath Mariko, who kept his face securely trapped in her cleavage while laying her body on top of his. Once he was nice and docile, the ref finally moved in to raise his arm and start the count. She took her time with it, clearly amused by what she was seeing. She then released his arm, and would then start counting once it hit the mat.

“One...!”