Family affairs: Ataru vs Mariko

Ataru could not put much resistance at being pulled up to his feet, especially with his arm still painfully numb from Mariko's armbar.

With just one of his arms in good conditions, the boy would try to surprise his beautiful foe by slipping that one arm between her legs and try to hoist her up into a fireman carry while he was standing up.

"Unghff... I'll get you back...!", he would huff trying to pull his move. It was pretty much of an ambitious plan for someone who was still panting from a recent submission hold, and could only count on one arm.

Because Mariko had just worked over Ataru’s arm with an armbar, she wouldn’t have guessed he would try using it against her as she brought the boy back up toward his feet. But as he rose, Ataru surprised her by scooping her onto his shoulders for a fireman carry.

Mariko yelped a bit in surprise as she was lifted, but it seemed Ataru was struggling to keep her in position. Hoping to capitalize on that, she began smacking her elbow against the side of her foe’s head in hopes of making him drop her. But if that failed, chances were she’d be quite vulnerable to whatever Ataru had planned for her...

"Ouch..Ugh..!"
If the first two elbow strikes had messed up Ataru's balance, preventing him from completing the samoan drop that he had been planning to connect, the third strike from Mariko caused the boy's leg to buck, forcing him down onto one knee.

"Unghh....d-dammit...!". At this point, not only Ataru was unable to complete his maneuvre, but Mariko's weight was pressing him down too. Letting go of his one-armed hold the boy would try at least to shrug Mariko's body off from his shoulders, but the whole situation had definitely turned at his disadvantage.

Mariko let out a little grunt when Ataru suddenly dropped to a knee, which certainly wasn’t the most comfortable experience for her. Nevertheless, her elbow flurry had saved her from what certainly would’ve been a painful drop down to the mat. And more importantly, Ataru was vulnerable again.

When she was shrugged off the boy’s shoulders, Mariko landed on a knee but immediately pushed up to a standing position. From there she’d quickly try to wrap an arm around the back of Ataru’s neck and fall back in hopes of planting him down onto the mat with a ddt!

Dropping down to his knee had resulted into Ataru performing a lessened version of a muscle buster. Bit of uncomfortable for mariko, but apparently not enough to stop her from re-gaining the initiative.

With the sensuous foe wrapping one smooth arm around his neck, Ataru flailed in an effort to resist from getting unbalanced, but he was still brought down to the mats by Mariko's DDT, leaving him dazed on the mats.

"Oww.... my head....", the boy would groan, sparkling lights still dancing before his eyes as he shook his head lightly.

Mariko breathed a small sigh of relief after planting Ataru down with the ddt. She’d dodged a bullet, and simultaneously managed to daze her opponent. And now the boy looked rather cute as he laid there and groaned.

Chuckling softly, the Japanese beauty slung a leg over Ataru’s body to straddle his lower back, then gently laid herself down over him. Her breasts pressed against his shoulder blades, and her hands lightly pressed on his shoulders, as if preparing to give him a massage.

“Aww, did that hurt? Well don’t worry...” she said as her hands moved in closer to his neck, before sliding under it to subtly coil her arms around him. “...It’ll be over soon~” Mariko said, then suddenly attempted to squeeze down on Ataru’s neck with a sleeper hold, hoping to catch him by surprise with it.

Ataru could feel Mariko's smooth body press him down from behind, her curves brushing his skin suggestively as the caressing sinously ran along his shoulder and down around his neck.

It wouldn't take a nuclear scientist to realize that Mariko's intent was far from friendly or even just seductive. But, before the half-dazed Ataru had revcovered his awareness enough to fight back, Mariko had already put him in her sensuous coils.

"G-Guh....no...l-let go..ngghh....!", Ataru started to squirm underneath her in alarm as he finally realized that she was restrainting him in a sleeper hold, trying to get loose but having the curvy girl's body pressing him down surely didn't make it easy.

Mariko giggled as Ataru protested and began to struggle in her clutches. “Let you go? How about you ask nicely, then maybe I’ll think about it,” she replied with a grin. She was essentially telling Ataru to beg to be released, though whether or not she had any intention of letting him go if he obeyed like a good boy remained to be seen.

In the meantime, Mariko began to softly grind her front and hips over her foe’s back while she continued to strangle him with her chokehold. While one arm constricted on his neck the hand of the other began to brush over his head as if she were petting a dog. And as she did so, Mariko began to hum a lullaby into Ataru’s ear. She clearly had no problem choking him out with her hold if it became necessary.

Ataru kept trying to trash around for a short while, but his futile squirmings were just assisting with Mariko's hold in making him weak and dizzy rather than helping him to break free.

He had wanted to avenge his cousin Ryu and here he was now, stuck in Mariko's hold while she was leisurely petting his hair and humming him a lullaby. How utterly embarrassing, especially when she was grinding and sensually soothing him into a helplessly aroused tamed state.

Once realized that escaping from Mariko's clutches was out of question, the shameful option of begging sounded like the only option to try after all.
"Uunhhh...p-please Mariko-san.... would you let me go nghhfff... p-pretty... guhhh.. please...?" , the boy would actually start to beg with a funnily dazed, half-choked voice.

Mariko had Ataru beat, and she knew it. No amount of weak squirming even slightly aided him in escaping the tight clutches of her sleeper hold. All it did was make their bodies rub even more tightly together as Mariko ground against him.

Soon Ataru did what everyone eventually does when all other options were exhausted: he begged. Mariko’s grin widened as the words resonated with her like sweet music. She had completely dominated and beaten Ataru into submission only a few minutes into the match. But it still wasn’t quite enough to end this first round. Though Mariko intended to change that.

“Hmmmm~” she said, continuing to pet the boy’s head while she pretended to consider releasing him. “Alright. Just tap out and I’ll let you right back up. Or, you can take a little nap instead if you’d like.” Mariko squeezed even harder on Ataru’s trapped neck with her arms to punctuate her decision, then calmly waited for his submission, or his fall into unconsciousness.