Let the dance begin! Sharifa and Nathifa Vs. Koji (complete)

Not much surprisingly, Koji missed the target again, and this time his failure was rewarded by a more vicious counter, in the form of Sharifa's heavy axe-kick to his back, sending him crushing down onto his belly.

"Unngghhhhh..! Cough...uff.... nnnhh... @_@". Gasping breathlessly in need to recover, Koji would have been an easy target but Sharifa seemed to have different plans in mind, and thus he was allowed to catch his breathing and stand up, his vision blurring for a slight moment as Sharifa's kick had started to pay their toll.

Great. She was too fast for him to grapple and too fast for him to punch... so what was he supposed to do? An figurative lighting bulb appeared over his head as he took a decision: "Got it! I'll use the ropes for extra boost!".

"Alright then... here I come!", the young brawler announced, confident in his new battle plan. Koji went straight forward for a clothesline, assuming that Sharifa would easily dodge again, but there he would follow up with the real real attack, running into the ropes to take additional boost and springing back towards the busty dancer, where he'd swiftly hit with a spinning leg sweep aimed at her ankles.

Dodging the clothesline was plenty easy for Sharifa, but she could also recognize a clear throw away move when she saw one. When she saw him go to rebound off of the ropes, it made it clear that he was intending to boost himself to try and get an actual attack on her.

Now it could’ve easily been dodged, but the dancer surprisingly let the boy’s leg sweep go through, for a second going down as if his attack actually worked. However in a graceful and stunning display, the girl flipped over and landed on her hands, quickly moving her legs out to wrap her ankles around his neck and pull him down with a hurricana, nearly throwing him down onto the canvas before rising back up to her feet.

"Hyahh!" Koji thought he had got her, finally, but it was a short lived illusion: far from crushing down to the mats, the curvy dancer had just gracefully landed on her hands, only to then swing her long beautiful legs at him.

Smooth ankles and meaty calves wrapped around his neck, and before he fully realized it...it was Koji who had crash-landed into the middle of the ring.
"Uuurghh...! Unhh-ghhh.... @_@". Laying down facing up with a funny stunned expression on his face, Koji was clearly unable to stand up, and even less to fight back for now, meaning that Sharifa had all the time to bring forward whichever next plan she had for the handsome, and not-so-defiant now opponent.

“Is this really it?” Sharifa would say as she looked down to Koji, noting the boy seemed completely stunned already, having barely taken a few moves from the dancer before ending up in his condition. “So much for testing how effective we can be, he’s barely capable of being an opponent.”

“Ah don’t say that, I’m unsure he’s giving it his best.” Nathifa would respond. “Besides, he doesn’t necessarily give the best fight to be a good test. There are a few other aspects that you can use to see how effective we can be.”

“...I suppose you’re right.” Sharifa would comment, looking down to Koji before moving to stand over him, moving down to plant her hips down on his. At the same time, she would grab his shoulders and pull him up into a sitting position, wrapping her legs around him for a bodyscissors. And once he was set up, she’d immediately begin to apply pressure, seeing if the pain would get the boy focused once more.

It took Koji a few seconds before he could recover his sense of directions, groaning faintly while shaking his head clear, more or less.
"unnngh... you must be kidding girl! I was just caught offguard, is all...", he would grumble whilke starting to get up into a sitting stance, "...there's no way I'll lose to such weak mov-u-unghhfff...???"

Unfortunately for Koji, Sharifa was not going to wait for him to vent all his male pride, rather getting into action as she dropped her hips onto him and trapped him into a frontal bodyscissor hold.
"Urrghh... d-dammit... I won't be your..unghhfff...prisoner... 0///0". The painful pressure applied around his waist each time she flexed her beautiful strong thighs urged Koji into a frantic struggle, though his movements were quite limited by the tight scissor lock, and the fact that Sharifa was sitting on his lap pinning him into a sitting stance.

In addition the breath-taking discomfort, getting squeezed into such intimate position with the busty dancer looking down at him and her large bosom bouncing suggestively in front of his flushed face also had the side effect of playing tricks on Koji's mind, somewhat reducing his options for a counter attack: The idea of punching Sharifa's lovely face while being snuggled (though the right word would have been 'constricted') between her satiny legs appeared horrible to the trapped boy... and so he resorted to just place his hands on each of those velvety thighs, groaning in exertion as he tried to pry her leggy vice apart.
"Nnhgffhh... 0///0"

“Well if you’re trying to escape...” Sharifa would say, moving her arms to behind his head. “You’re doing it all wrong.” In a sudden movement she’d pull the boy’s face right into her cleavage, beginning a smother as she at the same time tightened the grip of her legs around his torso.

Back at the ringside, Nathrifa would laugh at the display, giving a few claps as she spoke. “Well aren’t you a lucky dog Koji! Can’t imagine a place a boy would rather be than face first in a woman’s developed chest. And so soon into the match! Guess that means we’re going to have a whole lot of fun~”

"Wah...? Nono-mmnfff!", Koji gasped as Sharifa wrapped her arms around his back and his head, too late realizing his mistake as she pulled him into her hefty bosom for a nice and tight breastsmother.

His hands went from the dancer's legs up to her squeezing arms in a reflexive attempt at fighting it, but a renewed squeeze from her thighs had Koji bring them down to those bulging quads of hers again, instinctively struggling against what his body and mind felt like the more urgent threat.

Mnnrrffhhh..mpffhh... @///@". His body and mind were wrong though, as Sharifa could have her way to lock him as deep as she liked into her breastsmothering hug, making her boobs a sensuous airtight seal for his panicked face.

Buried inbetween breasts big enough to cover most of his head, sounds came strangely smoothed to Koji's ears, but he could still ears the girls playful taunts, urging him into a flustered, angered struggle.

Though, there was not much he could do in that sensuous squeeze+smother prison: restrainted by her tightly hugging arms, his attempts at wriggling his head out of Sharifa's boobsmother only resulted into a slight motorboating as those fleshy globes bounced and wobbled around his smothered face, never letting go.
Likewise, his attempts at bucking his hips could only get Sharifa to bump up and down onto his groin, making his entrapment more embarrassing to himself, and more pleasant to the busty dancer.

Feeling Koji’s inability to decide the appropriate place to try and free himself, the dancer would take the oppurtunity to take intervals between the two holds she had. For a few seconds she would tighten her legs and loosen her arms around his head, before the next few seconds pulling him deeper into her bosom and loosening her legs. She’d get a tempo going of this pattern, showing a skill from her time spent learning her combative dance style.

Meanwhile on the ringside Nathifa would just continue to smile as she watched her friend already begin to put the poor boy through the motions of her style. Due to his inability to keep up with them normally, she figured this match he probably wouldn’t leave with too much bruising. But with what they still had in mind, he certainly wouldn’t be leaving this ring conscious.

"Nnfff.... Blubb.... Mpfffh...blurbb...@///@". Sharifa's alternating squeeze with her arms and legs were rewarded by a series of cute muffled groans that pleasantly vibrated within her bosom.

With the sexy dancer making a pattern of alternating the bodyscissors and the boobsmothering squeeze, Koji found that escaping from her seductive yet encompassing coils was impossible, the rhythmical flexing of her feminine muscles draining his life force, softening and lulling the boy into dizzy obedience. Before long, Koji was too weak to fight back, and Sharifa could squeeze him into her double embrace to her heart's content.

“Not that much of a fighter, are you?” Sharifa would say, feeling him grow weaker and weaker between her bosom as time went on. She had expected her style to be effective, but it felt as though the boy was mere child’s play in comparison to her. But of course that wouldn’t result in much mercy, as she pushed his head into her cleavage with conviction, draining his air effectively the whole time.

But if Koji was expecting to get KOed between her chest he was in luck, as she released him completely and stood up from him, taking a few steps back from him as she once again got into her posture. “You’ll have a few seconds to get up. If you don’t by then I will continue to add onto the more effective methods of my ground holds.”