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

Ryu felt His arm being lifted, then dropped. He tried to resist, but His arm was so heavy, and relaxing in Mariko's embrace was so nice.
With a faint, muffled moan the poor boy drifted furtherly, lulled into a slumber by such warm, heavenly pillows.
He was distantly aware of His arm being lifted again but, floating in the blissful ocean of Mariko's soft bosom, he didn't care.
"TWOO...!", went the ref-girl, with the crowd chanting along.

The arm rose and fell a second time, with no sign to hint that the result would be any different the third time around. Feeling his moan muffled in her cleavage, Mariko brushed her hand over his hair again, keeping him pinned down and smothered while she patiently waited for the third count to be made.

The ref again grabbed and lifted Ryu’s arm before releasing it, letting it flop down to the mat.

“THREE!” she announced, giving Mariko the second knockout of the match. The crowd went crazy, and Mariko smirked as she finally lifted her chest off of Ryu’s face. Grabbing his wrists, she then pinned them down above his head, then leaned her head down toward his neck. Mariko then stuck out her tongue and traced it up the side of his neck and face, again giving the photographers a moment to capture her display of dominance over her helpless victim.

Mariko then climbed off of Ryu and stood next to his prone body, her hands casually resting on her hips as she looked down at him and waited for him to wake up so they could start the third round.

Floating in a helpless slumber, Ryu was not even allowed to enjoy, as Mariko had her sexy and taunting way to take a sweet taste of her helpless prey, showing off for her more than enthusiast fans. His body responded with a slight twitch and a faint moan from his lips while her tongue traced a slow path from the boy's neck up to his face, but that was all.

Round 2 goes to Mariko, via Last Ride followed by breastsmother KO

And thus, Ryu rested at Mariko's feet for a whole minute while she stood over him in triumph again, contemplating her handsome prey in evident satisfaction as she posed hands on her beautifully shaped hips.
What a wonderful sight of female power and beauty to behold, for all the Tension fans! Lots of flashes immortaled Ryu's demise and Mariko's triumph in round 2 for future kinky memories, the flashing lights stll beaming as Ryu finally came to his sense, head obviously spinning like crazy in the aftermaths of his recent smothered nap.

"U...Uhhh... oh no.... down again?.... and in such way too....", he would mumble after his vision finally focused on the beautiful goddess towering over him, al flustrated as his last memory of round 2 was the embarassingly sensuous feeling of Mariko's soft breasts lulling him into defeat.

It had taken much more time and effort to subdue and knock out Ryu in the second round than it had in the first. Still, Mariko was in borderline pristine condition coming into the third round, especially since the boy was taking a while to wake up from the peaceful sleep Mariko had forced him into. The crowd was certainly enjoying the sight though. A well-toned, handsome young man lying defeated and helpless at the feet of a beautiful woman.

When he finally began to stir and mumble, Mariko giggled while looking down at him. “Oh Ryu-chan. No need to look so embarrassed. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did.” she teased, nudging his cheek with the toe of her boot before taking a few steps back.

“But don’t worry. It’s almost over. Only one more round to go.” Mariko said, patiently waiting for the boy to get back to his feet so the final round could commence.

The crowd roared in joy at Mariko's teasing way to nudge poor Ryu back into their match, furhterly embarassing him as she teasingly announced him that next round was going to be the last one, as if stating an obvious matter of facts.
But, ontop of all her teasings and taunts, Mariko seemed to be a very smart strategic wrestler: not by chance she had used choking and smothering holds to knock him out in the previous rounds, and she was surely aware that Ryu's muscles had been rendered weak and soft like those of a child due to oxygen deprivation.

But, Ryu was not one to lose his spirit before the match was over. Well... honestly his fighter's pride had been quite demoralized so far, but he was not going to roll over and give her the victory so easily!
"Hah... I think that you have counted them wrong Mariko-san. We still have 3 rounds to go", Ryu would retort with admirable brave spirit... which had to sound enterteining from someone who had been just put to sleep by her breasts.

Up to his feet, Ryu walked to the middle of the ring right at the starting of the bell, willing to attack from the start... but the weakness in his legs suggested him otherwise. The red haired boy decided for a more prudent strategy then, starting to carefully circle Mariko in seek of an opening... and trying to gain time to recover more strenght.
"Come on Mariko-chan.. bring it", he invited her with a wannabe-confident smirk, playing this act in the hope that she would not notice the true reasons of his prudent behavior.

It’s funny how quickly a strength advantage can be neutralized when the “stronger” combatant can’t breathe. Mariko might be a pretty face, but she indeed knew exactly what she was doing in this match. She’d played her cards expertly, and now she was coming into the third round in top condition, while her opponent seemed to be struggling just to keep himself standing.

And as Ryu did pull himself up, Mariko couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his confident statement. “My, bold words coming from a man who just got knocked out by a woman’s breasts.” she teased. “And I’m going to have lots of fun knocking you out again, Ryu-chan~”

She allowed him enough time to get up, and watched as he started to circle around her. And while Mariko didn’t notice he was doing this intentionally to try to buy time and recover some of his strength, she didn’t plan on just standing around all day until he was back to a hundred percent either. “Gladly.” she replied to his invitation, before moving in close to the boy. And once he was within range, she would try to lunge out with her arms in an attempt to catch him in a side headlock.

Ryu's face couldn't help but go red-flushed at Mariko's playful taunt, which sounded like if she could read the most embarassed thoughts of his mind.

As he was now, just that little teasing was enough to sway Ryu's concentration for a moment, so that when he sidestepped to avoid Mariko's grappled... he had been already caught into her standing headlock, his face brought to her side so that his face was leaning ontop of her hip, and the under part of her breast was brushing him.

"Ungh....", he would groan there, mostly out of surprise for not having been able to dodge such a basic starting grapple from Mariko.
One of his hands on Mariko's thigh, the other laid on her opposite hips as his arms circled her from behind, the Japanese redhead would start to writhe and struggle, trying to get out.

Mariko could clearly see her taunts were getting to the boy. His reddening face might as well have been a giant sign letting everyone know. It was certainly an amusing sight.

She then darted forward and managed to catch Ryu with her headlock. “Gotcha~” she said, squeezing her arm against the boy’s head and neck. And though he writhed and struggled, Mariko held on tight. “You’re not going anywhere, big guy.” A giggle escaped her lips as she spoke, and she attempted to pull him closer to the middle of the ring, hoping to get him further away from the ropes.

Once she felt satisfied with where they were, Mariko would then suddenly drop straight down to the mat. If all went well, she’d pull Ryu right along with her, spiking his head down onto the mat with a DDT.

Being right in the starting seconds of the round, Ryu still had enough awareness to see where Mariko was going there, and enough strenght to try and counter it.

Thus, before she would drop dwon for her attempted DDT, The boy would brace himself and have a grip to her hips and waist with each of his hands. From there, the redhead would emit a faint groan in exertion, trying to scoop Mariko up into the preparating phase of a vertical suplex.

"Unghfff...!!! H-hah...how do you like this Mariko san, isn't the arena nicer when you lokk at it upside dwon?", Ryu would tease as he mantained the vertical position for a few seconds, meaning to both maximize the effectiveness of his vertical suplex and show that he was not there to be Mariko's ragdoll.

Everything seemed to go along his plan to deliver a big move and gain some advantage so early in the 3rd round. Everything... except having overstimated his actual levels of stamina. His legs failed in keeping balance for such a long time in such technically difficult, and more importantly energy-draining kind of lift, trembling and wavering until his knees gave and Ryu just slumped down.
"N-NO.... I can't... Aughhhh..!!"

As a further, embarassing backfire of the failed suplex, Ryu's body would basically cushion Mariko's fall, as she landed butt first right into the boy's hard abdominals... making them a bit softer afterwards.
"Ungffhhhhh....", he would groan in pain... and embarassement, having exerted his already weary muscles to that extent, only to end up self-delivering a butt press from Mariko's well round hips.

Mariko felt pretty confident planting Ryu’s head down with the DDT would be an almost effortless endeavor. After spending two rounds choking and smothering the energy right out of the boy, it seemed to her his chances of being able to fight back against her would be slim at best. What she didn’t expect though, was that he not only had enough strength to resist the DDT, but to then turn the tables and hoist Mariko right up into the air!

But that’s exactly what happened, and the next thing Mariko knew she was being held upside down. The crowd had been laughing at how easily the Japanese vixen had been manhandling Ryu for most of this match, but now they were oohing and aahing at the impressive display of strength he was putting on as he kept Mariko’s body suspended in the air. And blood rushed to her head as her foe gave his first showing of real dominance in this bout. Or, so it seemed...

That is, until his tired legs gave out, and the boy collapsed, inadvertently bringing Mariko’s sexy rear crashing right onto his toned stomach and driving the air right out of his body. Mariko took a moment to shake off the cobwebs and get her bearings, only to find herself comfortably seated astride her opponent, without having even made any effort on her own to get in this position. Once she fully realized what had happened, Mariko couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my!~ Well, looks like someone should’ve been a bit more careful.” Mariko teased, before bouncing hard onto his stomach a few times to drive out any air he might’ve recovered since the accidental crash landing. And from there, she’d then casually inch her way up his body until she was once again seated on his upper chest and neck in a high and tight schoolgirl pin, with his face right between her thighs as she smirked down at him. “And here we are again. It’s almost like you’re meant to be my throne.” she said with a giggle, bringing her hands to lightly smack his face a few times. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to emphasize her dominance over him at the moment.