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

Koji couldn't give any defiant reply to Sharifa's mocking words, and not only because he was stifled by her hefty breasts but mostly because he could feel his consciousness fade away little by little

"Gasp... Uff.. Uff... 0///0", the boy took a much needed breather as Sharifa 'gracefully' released him just before he would pass out, promising him more ground holds if he couldn't stand up in time.

"Unnhhh... Alright I can stand up...or, I can tackle you down instead! Unfhh!". With imprudent bravery, Koji decided to ignore his spinning head and try a surprise attack, starting from a crouching stance as he threw forward willing to tackle the curvy dancer at hips/thighs height. It was quite the risky gamble there. If he could not bring her down, then Koji would have just put himself right into Sharifa's clutches.

The attempt would normally prove to be useful, but Sharifa had practically expected him to attempt a more sudden attack, as he had attempted it already just a minute ago. And in a instant jumped out to catch him between her thighs and falling back. If the move was effective, she’d have him trapped in a headscissors, instantly putting pressure on his neck.

“You have very ineffective ways of trying to catch your opponent off guard, announcing yourself makes it easier to counter.” She’d say as she looked down to him. “You need to learn to be quiet, let your actions speak for you.” She then would reach down, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face into her crotch. “Like this.”

She was rigght: Koji's hot temper had played him a bad joke, urging him into a telegraphed attack and leading him right into her awaiting headscissors. He could only blame himself for his stupid carelessness, but that didn't mean that he could accept the idea of being lectured by a busty girl, while she was leisurely dominating him in a fight too!

"Unnnghhh.... S-Stop boasting about it... you're not less talkativ-ummghhffh...?!? Mpffhhh... 0///0", the young male tried to retort while squirming and struggling in her hold, but his answer was suddenly stifled when Sharifa pressed him face first into her crotch, having him into a sensually humiliating smother while pulling him higher into her headscissors, granting herself a better leverage to squeeeze his neck.

“Maybe, but I AM the one in control right now.” Sharifa would state, putting emphasis into it by tightening her legs for a straight ten seconds, letting him know his place while he was between her legs. At the same time, she’d be sure to keep his face firmly trapped in her crotch, letting the humiliation add up to the pain of her hold.

After a few straight minutes of the hold, and a more than obvious grind of her crotch against his face the dancer would release his face and push him away with her feet, standing up and stepping a few feet back, seeming to give the boy yet another chance to try and do something. At least, as far as he knew.

Koji's face was gruadually turning from red to purple as Sharifa's luscious thighs punished him with a series of ten-seconds long constrictions, teaching him a hard lesson about the strenght of a dancer's legs until his head was spinning from lack of oxygen.

"Mrrffhh...mmnghh... blurrbb... @///@"To add insult to injury, the young male was also subject to the the sensually humiliating part of her headscissor, feeling her crotch get ever hotter as she grinded herself all over his face, obviously enjoying herself quite a lot as he could tell from the slight dampening of her nether regions.

Koji's strenght and stamina were slowly but hopelessly dwindling in her sultry leggy jail, but the busty silverhair seemed to get bored of such static position, as she eventually released him from her constricting thighs. All red-faced, and for more than one reason, Koji took a few seconds to catch his breathing and stand up, slightly unsteady on his feet in contrast with his totally refreshed opponent, who had resumed her usual bouncing from one step to the other waiting for his reaction.

"Gasp... uff...uff... d-don't get too cocky... uff...uff...". With that, the young brawler moved forward throwing a right hook. Figuring that sharifa Sharifa would probably move sidewards to dodge his punch, the boy's plan was to then plant his foot down and thrust himself forward into the opposite direction from his first attack, hopefully catching Sharifa with a shoulder tackle bump aimed at her chest.
"uumpfhh...!"

Seeing Koji get up and throw his punch, Sharifa did what he did and dodged. However what he probably wasn’t expecting was her to duck low, bending her knees before lunging up to trap his head between her thighs and crotch. “You’re slowing down, that won’t end well for you.”

Rather than speak further, the silverhead dancer simple went into action and spun back preforming a hurricana and tossing the boy down onto the canvas again while landing on her feet in the same movement. After the whole motion was done, Sharifa would brush a bit of hair out of her face, acting as if the whole th8ng was child’s play.

“Hey Sharifa, mind if I get a turn in now?” Nathifa called out, waving to her partner. “I want to have some fun with him too, before we decide to just put him in for his good time. He could use a bit of Nathifa time right now.” Sharifa rolled her eyes, but nodded and walked over to their corner, tagging Nathifa in as they swapped positions in the ring.

Koji never made it to the second part of his planned attack, as a pair of smooth warm thighs were suddenly wrapped around his neck, and one instant later he was flipped down onto the mats towards the girls' corner.

"Unn..ghh...dammit...", Okami would groan faintly, trying his best to shake his head clear as Sharifa nonshalantly walked past his prone form, giving the tag to Nathifa while the boy used the time for some much needed recover.

“You look a little worse for wear, huh Koji?” Nathifa would ask as she moved between the ropes in order to enter the ring, her white haired partner exiting at the same time. “Sharifa isn’t really someone who likes to hold back much, so I can’t imagine the past few minutes have been all too kind to you.”

“But, that’s why I’m here now.” The exotic dancer would say, giving a few quick moves to demonstrate her curves before striking a pose, winking to the boy as she did. “I’ll be sure to make things up to you. I’m sure you’ll have much more fun wrestling with me than with Sharifa.”

"Unghf... very nice of you. Though, I'll still have to win this round on my own unless you give it away to make it up", Koji managed to give a half-groaning grin to Nathifa, standing up and shaking the cobwebs off his head as he got into a ready stance.

According to her own words, Nathifa was supposed the playful one with Sharifa being the "down to business" one. Which in his Tension experience didn't really mean that he was going to face a more tender opponent now.

Trying to match the swiftness of their dancers' movements had proved to be a losing battle, regardless of their voluptuous built, so Koji decided that trying to bring the match to static holds would be better, as he advanced with arising hands, trying to engage Nathifa into a test of strenght.

“Well if we had enough fun I’d be willing to, but then Sharifa would be mad at me and I can’t really have that.” She’d respond, waiting for him to get up to his feet. “So let’s just focus on seeing what we can do before our fun gets upped to the next level, shall we?”

After her comment, she’d notice that Koji was going for a test of strength against her. Nathifa would at first slowly approach, seemingly willing to return the move. That was until they were about to grab each other and she suddenly moved around to face his back.

“Sorry Koji, direct contests of strength isn’t my specialty.” She’d say before jumping up, landing on his shoulders with her thighs around his head. In the next moments she’d shift her weight back and attempt to bring him down with a slam, and if successful she’d keep the hold on him and begin a headscissors, wanting him more weakened before the “fun” began.