Enlightening debut. LoJ -vs- Mariko Ishii

Funny thing about masks: They are great for hiding your true identity, but apparently they suck eggs in order to hide your embarrassment when a stunningly hot girl has you trapped in a tight hold against her bosom.

LoJ was by no means accustomed to this type of contact and despite all his efforts, that fact was not lost on Mariko as she deliberately did what she could to rub it in… both literally and metaphorically. Her teasing remarks making him blush even deeper “wh-whaaat? nnhgghh.. it.. tit’s nnnghh-n-not like th-that..!” he barely managed to say as she kept rubbing his face against her breast while he kept struggling desperately to escape her hold.

To make matters worse, all that he got out of his struggles was to push her chest right into his face “Fuuuu.. this can’t be happening…” He couldn’t believe the chain of events that were going on, the only thing he could do was to keep fighting to get out of this predicament. But before he knew her teasing words showered over him again “wh-whuut?!” She got it all wrong! He was trying to get OUT, not trying to get “IN”!!

With all the flustered craze inside his head, the purple haired vixen swiftly transitioned from the headlock to mounting his stomach. He kept on struggling but LoJ only snapped out of it completely when she already had control of his wrists and was half way to pinning them to the mat.
He tried to struggle against it with a confused and flustered face but the girl had the upper hand and soon enough the luchador’s wrists were firmly pinned down to the mat.

And then, everything froze completely.

Mariko’s golden clad breast’s were hovering dangerously just a few inches above his panicked face *gulp* “Sh-hit.. this is bad... “ he thought as he desperately tried not to look at her wonderful assets, wich was quite difficult at the moment, all he could do was to wander around with his eyes looking for a way out, only to end up getting caught in her beautiful green eyes. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t even move!

Right now he was frozen under her.

Mariko merely giggled as the trapped luchador stammered through his attempt to convince her of the falsity of her words. She was already aware that her foe was likely genuinely more focused on winning his debut than getting a pretty girl’s tits rubbed in his face. But his embarrassed reaction as she rubbed her breast over him were quite amusing.

Mounting the distracted boy was no trouble. And though he did put up a fight and make her work a bit for it, it didn’t take long before his arms were pinned in her tight clutches, and he seemed to be trapped in her clutches. “Looks like I’ve got you~” she cooed, starting to slowly grind her hips on the young man’s abs, emphasizing her dominance over him in this position.

He’d become completely still beneath her, their eyes interlocking as he tried to avoid staring at the breasts hanging just inches above him. Mariko saw the panic in his expression, and it made her grin stretch even wider over her pretty features. She absolutely loved the fear in his eyes. And she wanted to show him how right he was to fear her.

“Take a deep breath.” she said, before lowering her chest down to try to engulf his masked face between her breasts. And at the same time, Mariko attempted to snake her legs around LoJ’s to apply a grapevine, and if successful would then begin to stretch his legs apart with her own while smothering him beneath her bust.

“Be a good boy and stay still down there, and I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible for you.”

She was right. His arms pinned tightly to the mat with her comfortably on top, plus the slow grind of her hips making his uneasiness grow even further, she very much had him right there.

She had the upper hand right now, and the girl was doing everything in her might to let him know who was dominating who at the moment.
“What the heck is going on!” he thought as Mariko’s grin grew wider by the moment “Why can’t I move!!” This was LoJ’s first time facing a foe using this… wrestling techniques, and he couldn’t have faced a worst opponent than the purple haired vixen for that matter.

She was oh so beautiful, but her grin made him fear the worst… and the worst did come. At least she gave him a fair warning (which he very much obeyed, for his own sake) and he took in as much air as he could right before everything went black as Mariko trapped the luchador’s masked face in the soft prison of her generous bosoms.

“MMMgghhhmFFff!!” were the muffled sounds that came out of the girls cleavage as she started smothering him as her legs moved down in order to coil them around his in a grapevine.

But she was wrong in one thing. He was not going to go down easy or staying still “Duuuuude!! Move it! Get out of this!!” was hammering in his mind. Maybe the lack of air made him snap out of it, maybe it was his luchador’s pride after hearing her words telling him to stay still, but he started to squirm under her from side to side and kicking his legs, trying to unseat her or at least avoid being trapped even further “HHrgghmmpphh!!”

But it was too late a comeback as his sexy foe eventually snaked her luscious legs around his own, trapping him for good in her tight grapevine/breastsmother hold.
Mariko started to painfully stretch his legs as she kept smothering the young hero in her terrorific hold, making him shout a muffled cry of pain right into her precious bust as he continued to struggle in her clutches.

“MMMRRRGGHHHHH!!!”

Mariko purred as her chest descended onto her foe’s masked face, smothering him beneath her bust. The muffled shouts vibrated wonderfully against her chest, making the position even more enjoyable for the beautiful vixen as she laid there on top of the young man.

“Ohh yeah, keep that up~” Mariko said with a giggle. Thus far, she wasn’t sure this match could’ve possibly gone any more smoothly for her. With her legs now coiling themselves around his, she had a very good position on top of him, and was essentially draining the air right out of the boy with each passing second.

But after a few moments, the luchador did start to struggle, contrary to Mariko’s command. “I don’t remember giving you permission to move.” she said while trying to keep advantageous position. She had his legs firmly in her control, and even began to stretch them out to inflict even more pain and discomfort to the trapped man. And his arms were every bit as helpless. But his squirming was making it difficult to keep his head upright where she could maximize on the smother.

Attempting to solve this little dilemma, Mariko decided to let go of LoJ’s wrists so that she could wrap her arms around the sides of her foe’s masked head, trying to hold it in place. And at the same time, she cranked up the pressure with her legs, stretching out the boys legs even further. The luchador’s hands were free now, but Mariko hoped she could smother him out before those hands could prevent her from doing so.

LoJ couldn’t really process all that was going on right now.

It was his long awaited debut, the one he had been waiting so long for… but so far it wasn’t going any way near what had expected.

He certainly didn't envision being smothered by his foe’s ample and soft breasts, all while his legs were being stretched wide open and his arms helplessly pinned to the ground. And to make matters even worse, Mariko seemed to be enjoying herself abundantly while torturing him and feeling his strained and desperate yelling into her chest.

“MMMGGHhhHHppPHhh!!”

Since nothing made sense anymore, and to be honest, at the rate he was losing precious air, now wasn’t the time to try to work any logic, he did the only thing he could. Trash around. Struggle. Squirm.
He did all that the best he could given the situation, and soon enough it seemed that his plan was working, at least to the point of making it as difficult for her to keep herself comfortably on top of him.

And then, it happened.

Her arms let go of his wrists! “It’s working!” the luchador thought right at that second.

But in the brief moment he was hoping for a breath of fresh air, what he got was a less pleasant surprise. Mariko’s legs splitted his lower limbs apart cranking the pressure and making him shout out a huge cry of pain right as she snaked her arms around the young man’s head, taking away a huge chunk of air creating a tight and sealed prison for his masked face “WHHUARGFHHMMnnhhhhfpphh..!”

Yes, his arms were free, but LoJ had been losing air at a dangerous rate and that last combo of hers had done quite a number on him. Now snuggled tightly in between the vixen’s bosoms his head was beginning to get lighter by the moment while the pain in his legs was only getting worse.

“nnngghhh…” he mumbled against the walls of his prison, sending vibrations through her chest as he raised his arms and tried in vain to pry her arms apart. “nnnghhhphh…” when that didn’t work the young luchador, out of desperation, decided to clench his fists and started to punch aimlessly at Mariko’s sides.

“nngghh.. nnngghhphh..” but at this point the beautiful vixen’s tight seal on his face had drained quite a bit of his energy and his punches didn’t pack that much strength anymore.

If Mariko could not be bothered by them, Lightning of Justice would slowly start to fade away, his arms feeling heavier, and if she kept it up the masked luchador will eventually go completely limp in her clutches.

“Nnnoo… p..please.. not li..like thiisshhmmhhphh…” was all he could muster in his head as the last remnants of his resistance were slowly going away...

This was just perfect. LoJ had come into his big debut match brimming with excitement and confidence. But now, only a few minutes into the fight, Mariko had him pinned down, smothered, stretched out and screaming in pain. And his muffled screams of agony resonated through her ears like beautiful music.

By this point she had spread his legs out just about as far as they would go. And at the rate things were going, breaking him to the point of begging for mercy would be quite an easy task. For a moment she even thought about only “letting” him surrender if he accepted some sort of humiliating condition. But which to choose? Perhaps she could make him kneel before her and worship her feet right here in the ring. Or maybe she’d make him say on a microphone, so everyone could hear, that he was her bitch.

“Hmm, so many options.” Mariko said aloud to herself, for the moment hardly even paying attention to the desperate thrashing of the trapped man beneath her. Her position on top of him was secured enough that she didn’t really even need to use any real effort to maintain it. It seemed this was how the proud luchador’s anticipated debut would end: with him utterly dominated and smothered into unconsciousness by the breasts of a beautiful woman.

But then, his fists came smacking into Mariko’s sides. They may not have exactly felt like full-powered blasts from a heavyweight boxer, but they were certainly enough to make her retract her arms from around LoJ’s masked head to try to protect herself. And in doing so, she realized trying to hold the smother any further would only be an exercise in futility.

So she reluctantly pulled her chest off of the luchador’s face and untangled her legs from his, then shifted off of him before standing up beside his floored body. He had miraculously avoided what had seemed to be certain defeat, but Mariko knew it was going to take a while to get back all that air that the smother had taken from him. And, giggling as she looked down at him, Mariko raised a boot and stepped down on his chest, striking a dominant pose over him.

“What’s the matter, big guy? Tired already?” she teased. The vixen knew just lightly standing on him like this wasn't going to do much in terms of bringing him closer to submitting. But any little thing she could do to chip away at his pride and get in his head could work to her advantage. Plus, she wanted to drive the point of her dominance home as much as possible.

"Keep fighting.. Keep hitting..." was all that was in LoJ's head as he desperately punched Mariko's sides as he was running out of air, and at this rate he'd soon reach his limit. "Keep... punchinng-ghhnnhh..." and just as he was about to fade in her clutches, the young lady pulled out of the hold letting her prey get back some much needed air.

"UUAAAHHGGHHH..!!" Shouted the masked young man as he arched his back trying to let in as much air as possible *cough, cough* "aaaahhhhh...aahh..." he continued taking big chunks of air as he laid on the mat, a small trail of saliva coming out of his lips and red faced from the strain, the lack of air, and the embarrassment of being put in such a hold.

But his respite didn't last very long. The young vixen was now towering over him and she proceeded to plant her boot, stepping on LoJ's chest in what seemed like a pin attempt "uugghhhnnh...!" while looking down at the battered luchador as she taunted him all while showing off her dominance.

His eyes glared back at her, furious, helpless, as he tried hard to regain his bearings.

He wanted so badly to get back at her with a clever remark but air was too precious to be wasting it on that, so as soon as he could,  he'd raise his hands to grab the white boot rooted on his chest and if Mariko didn't stop him he'll try to push her foot away in order to roll from under her and if he was lucky, maybe even unbalancing his foe.

Either way, If he was successful in getting out, the young luchador would start crawling away from Mariko, trying to find the nearest ropes so he could use them in an attempt to get back on his feet

"Nnngghh... c'mon..."

With her foot resting on the young man’s chest, Mariko casually rested her hands on her hips while grinning down at her foe. The furious glare he shot up at her was absolutely priceless. Just looking into his eyes, she could see just how angry he was at being humiliated in his big debut. And she could also see defiance in them, which no doubt meant there was still plenty of fight left in him, though that was perfectly fine with Mariko.

Sure enough, LoJ grabbed Mariko’s foot and pushed it off of him. She was shaken enough to stumble back a step or two, but caught her balance fairly quickly. He had escaped from her for the moment, but the sight of the proud luchador trying to crawl away from a beautiful woman clearly displayed who had the upper hand right now.

Laughing softly, Mariko walked around in front of him, standing right in between him and the ropes he was moving toward. “And just where do you think you’re running off to?” she said, grinning down at the masked by her feet. “Come on now. I’m not finished with you yet.” She then reached her hands down to grab LoJ by the head, and began guiding him back to his feet.

As Mariko was casually pinning him under her boot LoJ was, among other things, confused.

Why wouldn't so go for a submission maneuver? Was she really just trying to humiliate him even further? Either way her shiny grin was showing him how much the japanese vixen was enjoying every second of it.

All this was messing with the young luchador's head as he was slowly crawled towards the ropes.
He needed to get back up. Problem is, Mariko had just made his legs split so far apart that even Jean Claude Van Damme would've been proud, so now they were completely numb and sore from the pain and on top of that he was still trying to get back all the air that her gorgeous bust had taken from him. Point is, he needed those ropes to aid him back on his feet.

"Nnngghh.. haaahh... nearly there" he hissed quietly between his teeth, but LoJ's advances came to an abrupt halt as a familiar pair of white boots stood between him and his goal.

And there she was again, towering over her masked foe at her feet again, wide grin adorning her beautiful features as the girl kept taunting her downed prey.

LoJ felt helpless and frustrated as the golden clad vixen kept dominating him, not giving him any room to breathe, and could only comply as the girl took a hold of his head and started to guide him up to his feet.
Giving his current state, he was completely at Mariko's mercy, or lack thereof, and she could raise the luchador all the way up to his feet or any place in between, as he tried to hang on to her so he could stand on his wobbly legs and not just by her grip on his masked head, as he kept hoping for an opening

"Nnngghh..."

The weakness in the luchador’s legs certainly did not go unnoticed to Mariko. It seemed the grapevine she’d applied to him had done exactly what it was supposed to, which meant the speedy masked man was like a bird that had had it’s wings clipped. Right now, he looked about as threatening to Mariko as a little kitten.

And as she guided the young man back to his feet, with his shaky legs seemingly just barely even able to support his weight she took her time with it so everyone could see just how weak he looked before her. Once he was up, Mariko then grabbed onto his arm and whipped him across the ring into one of the corners, and would then saunter over to him.

When she was right in front of LoJ, Mariko would then lightly lean into him while her hand moved up to cup around his chin and jaw. She’d be giving the young man some breathing time here, but once again she wanted to focus on psychological warfare for the moment, and hammer away at the luchador’s confidence as much as possible.

“Awww, did I beat you up too much?” she asked tauntingly, that wide, mocking grin still present and now right in his face. “If you behave, this can all be over much sooner. But again, that’s only if you decide to be a good and obedient. Now, I want you to beg for mercy. And refer to me as ‘Mariko-sama.’ Do you understand?” And with that, she patiently waited to see whether or not he would obey.