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

"Uhmmfff...!! uhh... I did it...!". Ryu was almost surprised, but not less satisfied about his small victory there: having successfully grounded Mariko was quite the progress from being embarassingly smothered under her butt, moments ago.

Having ended his move into a kneeling stance, hands still resting on each of Mariko's spread apart legs, Ryu had mildly arised the hopes of that part of the audience wishing to see him take charge... or even better, take advantage of  such position.
But he still had a long way to go, so that was not the time for pointless celebrations, even less for some lewd ecchi maneuvre.

"Unff unff.. and now, time to wrap it up..!", the handsome redhead announced. Well knowing that he could not win with a pin, he was planning to hoist Mariko up from that same position... and possibly end this round in his favor with a pile driver, against all odds.

To do so, he first needed to lean closer and turn the girl around, so that he could proceed to pull her up by the legs, hopefully ending in the classic belly-to-belly position for a tombstone piledriver. That would require his head to be basically wedged between her thighs, once again having a close vision of her butt... but from a more comfortable position this time. Or that was the plan at least.

“Ugh..” Mariko grunted as she laid there on the mat, with Ryu kneeling between her legs. She was momentarily stunned, though more out of surprise than pain. She hadn’t guessed the boy had enough fight left in him to bring her off her feet, yet there she was, flat on her back. It seemed he was much more resilient than she’d thought.

But she had bigger things to worry about at the moment. Ryu had already grounded the vixen, but now he was looking to capitalize on the situation. Mariko was turned over onto her stomach, then felt the boy’s hands grabbing her legs as he started hoisting her off the ground again. And now, she found herself upside down with her front pressed against Ryu’s body, while feeling his head between her thighs.

Attempting to lift her moments ago had proven to work against Ryu, and Mariko wanted to ensure this time wasn’t any different. So she suddenly coiled her legs around his head and neck, reacquainting his face with her shorts-covered rear as she pulled him into it while constricting against him. And at the same time, she tried to twist her body to pull him down to the ground onto his side. She just hoped his weakened body would topple as she wanted it to. Otherwise, she was likely in for a bumpy and painful landing...

Of course, Ryu was referring to his victory of his round when he had said "now, to wrap it up" moments ago. But it seems like those words had inspired Mariko in some ways... judging on how she had wrapped her toned thighs around Ryu!
"W-Wha...??? No..aghh!!"

Caught offguard in the process of trying a finishing move while neglecting his defense, the boy was easily toppled down with a twist of Mariko's hips, gasping and writhing in shocked concern as she had him again into a very womanly, embarassing, and more importantly, potentially lethal hold which allowed her to make full use of both her thighs and buttcheeks to squeeze and demoralize her male opponent.

Ryu tried to struggle his way out of it but, disoriented by the sudden reversal, his efforts were not so coherent. Opposite, Mariko seemed to know very exactly where she wanted the boy, locked and secured between her luscious thighs. And judging on Ryu's unfocused squirmings, things seemed likely to be going her way.

Luck was in Mariko’s favor, as she managed to pull Ryu down to the mat before he could make anything of the dangerous positioning he’d had her in. The girl’s thighs had been employed as a lethal weapon against Ryu all night, and now that theme once again resurfaced, with Mariko having his head locked up in a tight headscissor.

Looking to give herself even better leverage over the boy, Mariko attempted to roll him onto her back while keeping her legs constricting against his head and neck like a murderous python. If successful, she’d be lying on top of his front while applying reverse headscissor to the poor boy.

Once she had the position secured, she’d look over her shoulder at his trapped face and grin. “Enjoying the view back there? I’m sure you are.” she cooed, giving her hips a little shake. “Tap out, and tell me whose bitch you are.” Submitting wouldn’t end the match, nor would it even save him from this hold. He’d had his chance for mercy, and foolishly cast it aside. Mariko wasn’t giving him that option anymore. This was an outright command. She just wanted to hear how desperate he was, and how much she’d broken him before she put him to sleep again.

Successfully rolled onto his back with Mariko settling herself ontop of him in full control, Ryu was now in some serious troubles.
He could not see her ankles from his position, but he could surely tell they had been successfully crossed to secure him into her reverse headscissors from the increasing pressure of her thighs around his neck and from the flexing of her glutes, so tauntingly close to his deeply embarassed face.

Unable to push her off, the stubborn boy had still tried to reach at her thighs in an attempt at prying apart only to see his hopeless efforts so easily overpowered by the python-like strenght of her thighs.

As if Ryu's predicament was not embarassing enough, the sultry vixen would then proceed to crush his spirit too, demoralizing him with a playful shake of her hips, swaying him side to side like a cute male ragdoll while she smiled back at him from her shoulder, letting him know how utterly puny and helpless he looked between her constricting thighs.

"U-Unghffffff.... n-never... I will...break free.... nghhff...somehow...!", Ryu had replied, alternating with breathless groans with each squeeze from her thighs and butt muscles.
In truth, he had absolutely no idea of how, and IF he could get out. It was only his silly pride as a fighter talking there. Well, more precisely, the part of his fighting spirit not crushed by her thighs yet, urging him to still fight back as he reached again up to her thighs, pawing at them in a weak attempt to resist.

Ryu looked so adorable with his head being held between Mariko’s thighs like this. Each agonized groan that left his lips, and every cringing feature of his handsome face just further showed how helpless he was beneath this sexy woman. The match wasn’t over, but at this point no one would’ve questioned the young man was being totally dominated.

His defiant words caused Mariko to burst out into laughter while she kept the headscissor locked on. “Oh really? And just how do you think you’ll manage that, hm?” she asked half rhetorically. Her lethal legs continued to constrict against him, her body was keeping his firmly pinned down and he was already tired before she’d even locked on the hold.

As she felt Ryu’s hands weakly pawing at her smooth yet firm thighs, she reached back to grab his hands, then pulled them up to her rear. “Here. Get a good last feel while you can.” she said with a giggle while guiding his hands to rub over her butt for a moment. But then, she’d slam both hands down to the mat to pin them down. “Now then, let me hear you say it.” Mariko said referring back to her command from moments ago. And she gave her thighs a nice, big squeeze to help “encourage” him toward cooperation.

As if his predicament was not desperate... and embarassing enough, Mariko had now taken a grab of both his hands and guided them onto her perfectly shaped buttcheeks, turning his wannabe attempt at fighting back into a one-sided sensual teasing from her part.

Just a few moments to be totally flushed and flustrated by her playful taunt, and then his wrists were pinned down to the mats in a steel grip with her hands.

With that, even his last hope was sealed away, and he was all hers to toy with... which the evil beauty made sure to start right away, going back to demand a submission while having her thighs flex and swell in a long, tight squeeeeeze of persuasion around his neck.

"Unggghfffffhhhhhh...!!!!" A wave of painful weakness coursed his body as she constricted him like that, immediately making him dizzy from lack of oxygen to the brain.
No matter how much he hated it... it was tapout or pass out now, with no chance of escape. He had to accept his shameful fate and tap.... wait he could not even tap in first place!
Even better...!!! So, there was no other way out of this torture but to speak out his submission, while he was still able to do so: "nngfhhh..... I..I give... I give....p-please let go...", he could master to say, of course with a much lessened voice since she was constricting his neck with a leggy vice.
He was trying to skip the "I am Mariko's bitch" part there... hopefully she would not even notice and let him go with just this.

Any hopes Mariko’s opponent might have had of mounting some sort of miraculous comeback anytime soon seemed to be thrown right out the window the moment she grabbed his hands and pinned them down onto the mat. Now the boy was nothing more than helpless prey at her mercy. A toy for her to play with as much as she wanted.

His agonized scream brought a grin to Mariko’s lips as her thighs cranked down the pressure on him. And surely, she thought, that would be enough to make him be obedient. And it did...well, almost. Ryu voiced his submission and begged Mariko to release him. For a brief moment, it seemed that might be exactly what she was doing, as her legs started to loosen around him.

But suddenly, they came squeezing down against Ryu’s head once again. “Not so fast, Ryu-chan. I believe you’re forgetting something~” she said. The boy’s hopes that she wouldn’t notice the absence of a certain few words were for naught. Mariko had noticed. And until Ryu obeyed like she wanted she was going to keep applying pressure, only to let go, then repeat as many times as she had to to make him say those words she wanted to hear.

"Gasp... fuuuu....." For a moment, Ryu could feel te python pressure of Mariko's thighs ease arund his neck, gasping and sighing in relief as she made her headscissor hold into a more cuddly, but still inescapable prison for his woozy head.

But that was only a moment. Soon those lethally luscious thighs swelled around his neck with a renewed, equally vicious squeeeeze as before, rewarding his wannabe-smart attempt at an incomplete submission with a new sensation of crushing of pain, which was then turned into another wave of weakness

The powerful vixen was methodically draining him, matter of factly absorbing his lively energy a little more with each new squeeze. Was she planning to have him in a sort of taunting pattern of squeeze and release?
Whatever... subitting was one thing... but declaaring himself her bitch now...???

"Ngffhhh...such thing... d-don't want.......", he groaned just faintly, cutely trying to shake his head no-no, for the little room that it could move between her thighs.
Maybe she could get tired of squeezing, he tohought. Maybe.... he didn't know what else. In any case, his silly pride was bringing nothing good to him, for his meek little squirmings could not save him from be a subject to Mariko's....persuasions.

Mariko chuckled and grinned as she heard him groan out in pain while her legs constricted around him once again. She could play this game all day long. Give him some air, then squeeze it right back out. It would take a lot more time for him to pass out this way, but it would keep him nice and weakened so he couldn’t do much to fight back either. Perfect way to torture the poor boy until she got what she wanted from him.

“Come on now, Ryu-chan. There’s no point in resisting anymore.” she said while continuing to squeeze on his head for a moment longer before releasing the pressure again. Just like last time, Mariko would give him just enough time to take a breath or two before clamping her thighs down once again to pile on the pressure.

“Now then, is there something you’d like to say?” she asked while crushing his head between her legs. She knew there was only so much even a boy as resilient as Ryu could take. But she felt pretty confident what was left of that resolve would be crumbling any moment now.