Enlightening debut. LoJ -vs- Mariko Ishii

The young luchador was starting to slowly move while still trying to shake off his dazed state. “Well… that backfired badly…” the boy thought as he shook his head both in frustration and as an attempt to clear his vision.

LoJ again targeted the ropes as he aimed to get back on his feet, but his movements in his current state were pretty slow giving his foe enough time to recover.
Those ropes filled his vision, “focus.. focus on getting there…” his head was still throbbing, his jaw hurting like hell but he had to keep fighting, he had to get up!
Unfortunately for him, much like in a nightmare, that vision started to move away from him as LoJ felt his body being dragged away from the ropes and back closer to the center of the squared circle “wh-what.. what’s ha-happening?" he thought still dazed, not fully realizing what was going on, nor the danger he was in.

The vixen would help him realize soon enough, though. Mariko’s soft rump found her seat on the luchador’s lower back with no problem and proceeded to drape and secure the newcomer’s arms over her smooth thighs with ease, as the dazed boy’s head was left hanging between his shoulders for an instant, right before he felt the beuty’s hands clasp tightly against his mouth and chin “wait.. th-this is…”  he said with a soft and small thread of voice “camel cluUUUAHAHHGGRGHHH!!!”

The masked wrestler’s eyes widened as the vixen locked him in her painful camel clutch hold! His soft whimper suddenly became a huge cry of pain, partly muffled by her hands closed in around the boy’s face “HhmmMmuuAAaaRrgGGgHhh!!” snapping him back to reality!

His legs started to kick the mats franticly and his arms flailed at the girl’s sides, unable to do a thing to stop the sexy vixen from torturing him to her heart’s content. Mariko had LoJ helplessly trapped in her grasp and if she pulled back enough, she might even be able to see his panicked expression.

There were few things Mariko found more delightful than the frantic screams and panicking of an opponent suffering helplessly in her clutches. And though her hands were partially covering the luchador’s mouth, his cries of pain could still be plainly heard by all, most importantly Mariko.

She grinned and giggled at his obvious signs of agony, and didn’t relent one bit with her hold. “Mmm, you make such a comfortable seat~” she teased, rubbing her rear against his back, before pulling back even further on his masked head so that he’d practically be looking straight up at her eyes. She wanted to see the fear, agony and despair overtaking the newcomer as she dominated and tortured him with her hold.

But there was still more to come for poor LoJ. And after taking delight in the sight of his panicked face a bit longer, it was time to take things up yet another notch. Mariko unclasped her hands from around the luchador’s head, only to coil her arms around his neck, putting him in a tight sleeper hold while also still keeping the camel clutch in as well.

It was partially payback for the sleeper LoJ had locked Mariko in moments ago, but at the same time it just seemed like a fun way to add to the young man’s distress. “Ready to submit? Or would you rather take a little nap?” she’d ask while constricting on his neck.

“I want to hear you beg again. And you’d better do it right this time.” she said, giving him the same command she’d made earlier, right before LoJ had delivered that devastating headbutt. He wasn’t in nearly as good position for that kind of retaliation now, though. But, the question also remained at this point of, if the masked man chose to submit, whether or not Mariko would even accept it or not. In any case, LoJ was clearly in very dangerous territory.

Even partly muffled, the luchador’s agonizing cries of pain resonated through the arena, much to the cheers of the crowd. They were loving Mariko’s display of dominance over the poor newcomer “NNnnwWwaaAARRrrgghhhjj!!” Not to mention those cries were like delightful music to his captor’s ears, as the girl kept smiling and giggling over his suffering.

LoJ’s face was already getting read due to the pain he was experimenting, but when the vixen proceeded to resume her taunting as she referred to him as a “comfortable seat” all while rubbing her perfect derrière on his back, another shade of red was added to his masked features. If that wasn’t enough, the beauty cranked up the pressure even more, wrenching him back to the point the masked luchador was now meeting her eye to eye “AAARRRRGGHHHHH!!”

The pain was unbearable, his back bent all the way into a “C” shape, his legs had no power left to try to push out of this, his arms rendered useless in the hold, he was trapped and utterly dominated. So as Mariko’s predatory beautiful green eyes stared into his own, despair and fear started to sink into the young man’s mind as LoJ realized could not escape Mariko’s clutches, he was completely hopeless, he was all hers. She knew it very well and his face couldn’t hide the fact that he knew it either. But like wanting to drive the point home even further, Mariko proceeded to switch the grip on his face only to snake her arms around the beaten luchador’s neck, locking in a sleeper hold - camel clutch combination!

“Uurrrgghhhkk..!” LoJ’s eyes widened, as he felt the air parting from his lungs again but since Mariko had to lean a bit over him to lock the sleeper, the flustered luchador felt her soft mounds pressing against his upper back while her taunting words came brushing through his ear “NNNggGGghhh!!” blushing even further as the japanese girl kept painfully constricting his neck!

That’s when Mariko gave her command again, and this time, there was no escaping it. “Hhnnngg… shh-hit-t…gk-kk..” The luchador was agonizing and choking by the minute in her hold as he faced his doomed fate.

His body had already given in, now it was his mind’s turn. Tap or nap, either way he had already been defeated by the sexy girl who was riding his back. He was done for. His first loss… so even if admitting that hurted like hell, LoJ decided it was the smartest decision to give up and get it over with, rather than getting KO’ed and extend his agony and humiliation even further, since passing out wouldn’t stop the match.

The young man swallowed his remaining pride and started to meekly tap on Mariko’s upper thigh before he tried to speak between choking sounds “I.. I gkk-give.. mMmah..” he knew her command, he knew he had to get it right since the young vixen did not seem to be in a forgiving mood “..gkk-mmMa… Mariko-sama..” the masked boy’s eyes watering up from the pain, the lack of air and the humiliation Mariko was putting him through “I.. b-beghkk-k… y-youhh.. p-pleahse...nngk-khh..”

The one downside to adding the sleeper hold to the young luchador’s torment was the fact that she couldn’t see the priceless look on in his eyes. But fortunately the wonderful sounds he was making were enough to make up for it. And the crowd seemed to be loving it just as much as Mariko was.

The violet haired vixen felt his hand tapping against her thigh in submission, and grinned as she heard LoJ choke out his begging plea just as he’d been commanded. And like that, the proud fighter had been broken. He had been utterly defeated and knew it. The masked man was now little more than putty in her hands.

Mariko eased up on the sleeper, but didn’t entirely release him from it, and leaned her head by his ear. “Good boy~” she said, then brushed her hand lightly over his head, as if she were petting a dog for its obedience. The ref was still on standby, waiting for Mariko to give an indication of whether she would accept the submission. But then Mariko spoke to the boy again, and put the question to rest.

“But, I’m still not convinced you’ve really learned your lesson.” she said with a low giggle, then abruptly released her hold on his neck and let him flop down to the mat. But Mariko wouldn’t give him any time to recover or get his bearings, and would immediately try to turn him over onto his back, before shuffling forward up his body. In a matter of seconds she would sit down astride LoJ’s upper chest and neck in a high and tight schoolgirl pin, with the crotch of her shorts lightly pressing against the underside of his chin while her shins pinned his arms down.

“Now lets try that again. And this time, I also want to hear you admit that you’re my bitch.” Mariko already knew it, and so did everyone who’d been watching this match. Now she wanted to LoJ to show that he really understood it too. Then perhaps she might be more considerate of his submission.

The luchador’s face was already turning a light shade of purple due to the lack of air by the time Mariko decided to ease up on the hold. But if verbally submitting to her the way he did wasn’t embarrassing enough, the girl kept up her dismantling of the defeated wrestler as he felt her breath through her teasing words in his ear and added further humiliation by petting the top of his mask as if the boy was a good and obedient dog “nnnnghh….”

The only thing that kept LoJ barely in one piece was the relief of knowing that it was all over, he did as the vixen had commanded, so now the young man only had to wait for the ref to signal for the bell “Just get it over with already….” he thought as the ref kept waiting for something to happen.

LoJ’s eyes widened as he heard the young lady's words before he flopped unceremoniously face first to the mat “wh-what!! not convinced??!!” this and other questions rushed through his mind, all while Mariko had absolutely no problem flipping the dazed luchador on his back and comfortably placing herself on top of him as she pleased, now allowing herself to fully enjoy his pained, panicked and embarrassed expression

The masked boy’s features flared up again as he felt the vixen’s crotch softly pressed against his chin, her stunning body towering dominant over him, and then Mariko's new command came down on him like a hammer.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets upon hearing her words… but he couldn’t do anything about it. LoJ hated her right now, but at the same time he loved the feeling of Mariko so up and close. He was all messed up, she had crushed the luchador's will completely. The girl was right. Right now, he was her bitch. And his only hope of ending his suffering soon, was to comply to her command.

“I… I.. I’m y-your.. b-bitch… Ma.. Mariko-Sa.. Sama…” fear in his eyes as a couple of tears came out of them while he painfully spoke again his rendition to the beautiful woman on top of him “I.. b-begkkh.. beg.. y-you.. p-please....”

Once again, Mariko was able to take in the full delight of LoJ’s expression, looking down right into his fear-stricken eyes as she spoke. With him firmly trapped under her rear and between her thighs, the vixen ever so casually rested her hands on her hips while grinning down at the broken, defeated luchador.

It was clear to all watching who had won this fight, even if the bell hadn’t rang. LoJ had been picked apart and rendered defenseless beneath Mariko, who was in perfect position to play with him as if he were nothing more than her toy, and could do so for as long as she pleased. The newcomer seemed to realize this too, and soon he uttered the words Mariko wanted to hear.

Mariko couldn’t help but giggle once again at the boy’s obedience. This was just too much fun. So much so that she was fully intent on dragging out his suffering even more. She had a few more ideas for holds she could put the young man in while making him beg to be released. But something then caught Mariko’s attention. Tears were forming in the luchador’s eyes.

She might be something of a sadist, but Mariko wasn’t heartless. Her own debut wasn’t all that much of a distant memory. She hadn’t won that match, but she could only imagine what it would’ve felt like if she had been humiliated then the way she was humiliating LoJ today. Mariko would likely never feel a hint of guilt as to what she’d done to the masked man, but she at least had enough sympathy for him to accept he had had enough, and there was nothing to gain in taking things any further.

The ref looked to Mariko, who gave an affirming nod, and the bell was run to make her victory official as her music once again filled the arena. As per her typical victory tradition, Mariko remained seated on LoJ’s chest and neck, and flexed an arm while winking to the crowd, giving the photographers a moment to get a good picture. Once she felt she’d given them enough time, she looked down at LoJ and brought her hand down to give him a couple light pats on the cheek.

“Welcome to the big leagues, kid.” she said, then finally dismounted him and stood. The fans continued cheering and roaring, but Mariko paid no further attention to them as she stepped through the ropes and exited the ring, then sauntered her way back up the ramp and headed to the locker room.