Una Notte Italiana

Position? Yeah, that was something Giulia could grant Nico to have. It was just fun! Fun to see what he would do, fun to see how he chose to behave. And fun to eventually deprive him of the privilege... But control? No, never. Nico was never going to get control. That was her domain.

Not even if he claimed to be a true gentleman. Which, by the way, was obviously not true. It was a total paradox. Giulia had a clear idea of how gentlemen behaved, and honestly, they were by all odds not going to be found from the Tension ring.

And especially not true if he went on to press his hard shaft against her crotch the second he was able to do so.

But was she expecting a gentleman? Of course not. She did have to try quite hard not to chuckle at the boy's words, but eventually managed to keep a straight face.

Not without some comments though. "A gentleman? Whaaat? Don't lie to me! A gentleman would have at least taken me out first, before attempting to take advantage of me like this!" the girl replied to the boy, maintaining her innocent and distressed tone.

But what Nico did next got even Giulia falling silent. He actually began giving her neck and chest kisses... Interesting! She actually wanted to see what the boy was coming up with now... He wasn't as shy as she had thought. But Giulia still couldn't totally resist herself... As their hips were rubbing against each other, the girl began applying pressure with her thighs around Nico's waist little by little, slowly increasing the squeezing he would be subjected to. Now, she'd see how he'd react to that...

Nico went quite red-faced as Giulia had her fun playing some taunting mind games with him.

"Ungh.. I'd have gladly opted for flowers..nghh...and a nice Italian restaurant... But that will have to wait after I win here...hehe-nghhfff...? Unfhh... 0///0".

The Italian boy tried to reply while intent at keeping up with his "amorous assault", kissing and fondling Giulia's bosom until he finally realized that something was wrong: Her strong thighs had gradually changed from snuggling him closer to squeezing him affectionately...then to squeezing tighter... And now he was definitely having troubles breathing normally, with those smooth feminine muscles compressing his body slow and steady.

"G-gasp... Too..nghh...tight... Unfffh... 0///0". The cute boy started to squirm in discomfort, pretty much resembling a mice caught in her pythoness coils as he stopped his "assault", rather trying to pull back as his hands ran along her thighs, trying to pry them apart to none avail.

Nico had begun making claims of being a gentleman, claims which were promptly followed by some very enticing kissing that Giulia wanted to experience more of. Or at least she could have wanted to... Where was the boy taking his actions with them? Giulia was curious to find out...
...right until she realized that the boy had only advanced to her breast area, apparently being perfectly happy to just stay there.

Nah. Boring.

He did mention flowers and an Italian restaurant though. Quite gentlemanish, and a nice idea, maybe?

Nah. Boring.

Especially as he was connecting those future promises to an actual win of his over Giulia.

Super-boring.

And that super-boredom was just enough of a reason for Giulia to suddenly ramp up her squeezing to a whole new level. The boy's actions promptly switched from gentle to desperate attempts to escape.

Now this was much more fun.

Giulia squeezed her thighs tightly around Nico's waist, making sure that the boy's manhood was also firmly pressed against her crotch. That could only help her later... And the girl also switched her previous innocent tone to a much more defiant one now. "You're not a gentleman Nico, you're just a wolf in sheep's clothes! I won't be tolerating that, and that means now I must punish you for your dirty intentions!"

One very tight flexing from Giulia's thick luscious thighs was all it needed to instantly crush all of Nico's little plans: the stupid idea to impress her, the wannabe-gentlemany attitude, the unrealistic idea of "beating her" at bedroom wrestling: everything had been just squeeeezed to nothing inbetween her thighs, and all what remained was a weak boy desperately struggling and gasping for air in her pythonian bodyscissors.

"A wolf in a sheep..uunnghhh... b-but that's not... unnghhffff.... t-too tight... 0///0.
Even protesting innocence was impossible with his lungs having troubles getting enough air to breath properly. And with Giulia taking a strong grips on his wrists, his futile attempt at prying apart her scissor hold had been short lived too.
Nico's face was soon starting to change colors as the leggy constriction continued having him arch backwards in pain, and he couldn't do anything to escape.

Had Nico really done something to annoy Giulia to the point of wanting to punish him? Not really. He didn't have to. The mere fact that he was in Giulia's apartment, in her bed right now was enough of a reason for her to do it. She was entitled to have him as her plaything now, and she had full intentions of utilizing that to the full of her capabilities.

Right now those capabilities took the form of a pair of steel thighs wrapped around the boy's waist. He seemed to have a complaint about that, but Giulia was going to take none of it. "Too tight, huh? Really? Wow, Nico... Did you already forget what we're doing here? We're having a match! You don't usually try to punish the opponent in matches? Is that why you did so badly?"

The Italian girl was going almost overboard with her taunting, but she was having some further punishment in store for Nico. As the boy was arching backwards, the girl decided to add some insut to injury... And while releasing his wrists, Giulia took the boy's body into a sitting bear hug hold instead! There was at least double the crushing pressure for him now than before...

Breathing was very difficult with Giulia's thick strong thighs wrapped around Nico's midsection with pythonian pressure rhythmically compressing his ribcage with each flexing of her beautifully shaped muscles. But it was going to become virtually impossible as the Italian girl decided to show him the true meaning of the word "tightness".

Caught in Giulia's sitting bearhug with both her legs and arms wrapped around his diminutive frame squeeeezing him, Nico was now feeling like REALLY crushed by a sultry yet deadly anaconda-girl.

"Uuuuunnghhffff...!!! Okokok I got it this is real pressuuunnghhhffffff! @_@".  
No more air for pointless speaking for Nico. Not that he ever had a chance to talk his way out of it. All he could do was to change colors and flail around in desperate seek of oxygen that could not reach his constricted lungs, making him light-headed but not enough to spare him the crushing pain of being in Giulia's embrace.

Even room for squirming was greatly restricted because of the powerful arms and legs hugging him close, squeezing the life out of him little by little as Giulia's face was so teasingly close to his, allowing her to enjoy all the "beautiful colors" of Nico's helpless, panicked... and obviously breathless face.

Giulia might have been actually a bit curious to hear some answers from Nico to her tauntings, but the boy seemed to already be in too much distress to come up with replies. And well, that was something Giulia could only blame herself of. Her grips on him were pretty much making sure that air for any words was just not available.

Besides, what was happening now was much more enjoyable than hearing some vein pleas. This was the kind of feeling Giulia had aspired to achieve for a long time. All the work in the gym, all that effort she had made with building up her strength and sculpting her body was paying off in these situations. Situations where an opponent's body was being haplessly crushed by the power of La Forza Italiana. Despite all that panic and despair on his face, Nico could do nothing to stop her.

Giulia was quite certain that Nico did not have much strength left in his body after their match in any case, but the current holds were making sure that he got drained of any leftovers or recovery he might have achieved by now. The girl wanted him totally powerless. And when she was positive that he pretty much was so, it was time to whisper a little to his ear.

"Your strength is nothing compared to mine... Your muscles get only crushed by mine... And I will do anything that I want with you..." By the time the girl's whispers came to an end, it was obvious that Nico was pretty much on the verge of drifting off... So it was finally time to release the clutches. But not before Giulia had turned around, and pressed the boy's body firmly to the mattress...

Trusting that Nico stayed still there for a while, almost asleep like a baby, Giulia rolled to the side to get something out of her bedside drawer. And when she had picked up the item, she rolled around again, and positioned herself on her all fours on top of Nico's body. With a pair of scissors in her other hand.

"Remember what I said about your outfit back in the ring?"

Stuck in a beautiful girl's bedroom and... constricted into breathless pain by her crushing arms and legs, hopelessly deprived of oxygen and stamina as she hugged him close! Nico could not feel more helpless and puny... or that's what he thought until Giulia brushed her lips at his ear, whispering dominant demoralizing words to her helpless prisoner while showing him how effortlessly she had him at her mercy.

With each flexing of her arms and legs muscles, Nico was swimming in and out of consciousness but, just when he was limping out in her embrace, one moment before he could drift into unconsciousness and escape from this sensually lethal nightmare, La Forza Italiana had released him from her womanly-muscle-prison allowing him to stay just barely awake. The perfect plaything to continue her games.

Furtherly demoralized as Giulia laid him down on the bed, pretty much like a mother would to her sleepy little baby, poor Nico was too dazed to easily focus on her words, but he surely recalled her saying something about her being more worthy of bearing the Italian colors.

"Uhhh... about my...outfit...? Oh... 0///0 ...W-Wait you would not... ", he could just muster to mumble in a groggy protest. Giulia's words together with her smug smile and the scissors in her hands were enough reason to urge Nico into moving away at once! But Giulia had done an excellent, methodic work softening all his muscles and reducing him into a barely conscious state, meaning that she definitely could do whatever she liked with him.

Giulia's plan was working perfectly. Granted, it was not any surprise at all... The power of her thighs and arms were always guaranteed to bring tough times to anyone getting scissored or bearhugged by them, and Nico's body was definitely not one that would possess any realistic potential to be any different from that.

The expected result of Nico's nearly unconscious state was a prerequisite for what the Italian girl had in mind next. As his crushed body laid on the bed, the timing was perfect for the girl to scare him with the pair of scissors. A pair of actual scissors, not just her thighs this time. He surely must have remembered Giulia's little threat about cutting off the Italian flag from his outfit, and his initial reaction told the girl that it was indeed the case.

Obviously, he was just too exhausted to even make a meaningful effort to escape. Which was, again, totally expected.

Giulia proceeded to straddle Nico's belly, immobilizing the boy beneath her and flashing the scissors in front of his face with a wicked smile. "I would not? I would not what? Oh Nico, I'm the type of girl who usually definitely would..." Giulia responded to his protests, before issuing a fair warning to the boy. "OK Nico, be careful now, I strongly suggest that you don't move now... At all..." the girl added, before turning around to face Nico's attire.

But was Giulia really going to cut the flag off? No, that wasn't her real intention. She wasn't going to be that cruel. Instead, she proceeded to slice Nico's attire with the scissors right next to his cock, cutting there a slit to gain easy access to his manhood. And that was all she wanted, as was evidenced by setting the scissors aside, and instead using the hand to slip into the Nico's attire, and squeezing around the boy's manhood.

Glancing over her shoulder at her toyboy, Giulia couldn't help but to keep on teasing him with her flirty tone. "So, you like this better then? Maybe more suitable for our little Hentai match here?"

Squeezed into dizzy obedience, Nico knew better than making any imprudent movements as the curvy muscular beauty stradded his belly under her round hips and showed him the scissors, giving him a very persuasive reason to lay still like a good boy.
"Nnnghh.... o-ok... just be careful w-watever you do please... 0///0", he could only recommend in embarrassed concern.

Humiliating as it could be, being stripped of the Italian flag was not the worse possible scenario there. After all, Giulia could be a very dominant girl but she was not a sadistic person who would use a pair of scissors to... damage him down there... or was she???

As Giulia reached at his groin, Nico cutting herself a path to directly reach his boyhood, Nico couldn't help but gasp at feeling something touching its already half-erect girth. Though, he was relieved to feel the warm grasp of Giulia's finger around it, and not the cold touch of metal.

"Gasp... Yes much better G-Giulia-aannhh", the boy would twitch in additional response to her teasing question, ending her spoken name into a moan of ashamed pleasure.