Giulia La Rocca vs Nico Marelli - POW match (complete)

Each of Giulia's thunder thighs were thick as much as Nico's entire torso to say the least, and definitely more toned than his cute small arms, and they swelled even larger as soon as she started to squeeze thighter.

With that kind of proportions, not only it was impossible for Nico to get free from her sensually crushing squeeze, but the sexy powerhouse was literally toying with her fellow Italian little prisoner.

"Uuuunghffff..... I...I'll never give up.... Uuunnghhhhfff...! @////@". Literally enveloped by Giulia's leggy coils, Nico's body was like jostled around, arching in breathless pain as she flexed and squeeeezed him. Thanks to her sensous constrictions and the loss of oxygen to Nico's brain, the Italian boy seemed to have really forgotten that submissions would not apply in this match, hence why he was so desperately trying to resist.... much to the fans' (and Giulia herself) amusement.

"Nnnnhffff..... s-stop please... too...ufff...tight....". Willing or not, Nico was being gradually "persuaded" into breathlessly begging. Ragdolled inbetween her thighs, he was now too weak to struggle, his tenderized abs making him ever softer and easier to squeeeeze, which was surely going to make Giulia happier: Willing or not, the cute boy was going to submit to her legs soon enough.

Giulia really liked the sight. Getting the chance to compare the size and power of her thighs against Nico's various body parts was causing two things. First, she was being very happy again of all the work she had put into sculpting her body over the years. She was very proud of that. Second, she was becoming all the more convinced that Nico would be absolutely no threat to her in this match. Not a chance.

The boy's resistance was getting weaker by the second, and his words were becoming blurrier and his appearance all the more fuzzier. For a moment, it looked like maybe Giulia could KO him purely with her bodyscissors? Could she be that much more powerful than the weak boy?

"Oh, you want me to stop, Nico? You want to submit Nico?"

If he didn't submit, Giulia decided to try and see if she could squeeze him all the way to a KO. But if he did submit, she decided to let the squeeze go, even if submissions didn't count on this match. But even in that case, Nico's moment of relief would be very brief...

"Unghhh...n-never...", Nico groaned in breathless reply, too dazed to remember that submissions would not apply in this match... And his silly stubborness was promptly rewarded by a more powerful squeeeeeze.

Giulia's swelling thighs were like anaconda coils around his overmatched body, softening his abs and constricting his lungs until Nico was starting to swim in and out of consciousness.

Sending that he was about to pass out, Nico thought better to tap against Giulia's hip, meekly trying to speak out his submission. "Unfffhh... I...S-Submit...", he would wheeze, gasping like a fish out of water.

This was exciting. Giulia honestly didn't know what was going to happen. Would Nico swallow his pride and try to submit, or would he try to fight all the way until he'd be knocked out? And to the merit of the boy, Giulia had to wait for the answer to that question for a while...

But finally, Giulia felt a tap to her hip. And barely, she could make out Nico's words of submission...

"Fair enough! I'm glad that you decided to do that Nico..." the Italian powerhouse started as she loosened her grip around the boy's body. "I can reward you by making your nightmare come closer to the end..." she continued, with a very seductive tone.

But as fast as Giulia's scissors loosened around Nico's body, her legs moved closer to the boy's head. Grabbing his head, she then tried to position it into another scissor hold so, that her other thigh would completely block the boy's airflow.

Nico had submitted to Giulia but no bell rung to confirm her victory inthe first round... and that's when Nico finally recalled that the only way to gain point in this match was by KO.

Crooning with a soothingly seductive voice, the strong Italian girl sinuously loosened her pythonian grip around his body, only to grab Nico's head and gently guiding his head right inbetween the dangerous cuddle of her warm thighs.

Still recovering from the constricting embrace of her bodyscissors, Nico was powerless to fight back while the velvety smoothness of her legs caressed his face, wrapping him into an even more dangerous embrace between her anaconda-like thighs.

"G-Gasp...oh no... nff!", The cute Italian boy would gasp and squirm in a meek and dazed attempt to struggle his way out, but he was snuggled nice and tight inbetween Giulia's headscissor squeeze with apparently no chance to escape.

Giulia had always wondered if she could KO an opponent with head scissors like this, but she had never actually tried to. But now, she really wanted to try that. It would have been just such a perfect way to express total domination over Nico, if she could do that... And that's what the Italian girl decided to aim for now.

Nico had already submitted. That just meant Giulia should win the first round as soon as possible. Despite his submission not actually counting for the sake of this match, it had symbolic meaning. In all fairness, Giulia was supposed to be already having scored the first fall.

Nico might have disagreed though. Too bad that he was unable to voice any of his opinions now...

"There's no escape now, Nico! Not even if you tried to submit... No matter how many times! Buona notte, bambino!"

As she spoke those words, Giulia just tightened the squeeze of her thighs around Nico's head, keeping the boy's airflow firmly blocked...

Nico could clearly feel Giulia's smooth thighs swell around his trapped head, like engulfing it inbetween their expanding thickness while she squeeezed tighter.

"Unngghff....! @.@" The painfulf boa-constricting pressure around his neck turned into a numb weakness washing down his body, inducing his hands into some more pawing at Giulia's amazing thighs that could only amount to make the Italian powerhouse happier at how Nico was quickly getting weaker and dizzier.

Along with the tighter squeeze, Nico's nose and mouth were furtherly pressed into Giulia's crotch, effectively smothering him in such humiliating womanly way... as if his predicament was not desperate enough.

"buona notte bambino??? 0///0". Struggling to stay conscious inbetween Giulia's pulsating thighs, and hearing her motherly taunt while the pressure caused his ears to ring, the Italian boy thought that his situation could not become more embarrassing....
"...Well... unless she starts to sing me a lullaby... 0///0", his woozy mind thought to himself in desperate concern. But she would not go that far... would she?

No. Giulia wasn't one to sing. Had she been, a lullaby might had not been such a bad idea. Potentially quite fun actually... But Giulia's talents were somewhere totally elsewhere than in singing. Incidentally, her talents usually shone in a wrestling ring. Too bad for Nico that he had decided to enter one with her.

There was some hope for the boy though - although probably not in the way he would have desired to. It was clear that he was still having hopes and dreams of escaping, an illusion that pawing at Giulia's thighs could produce a meaningful effect, one that could set him free of the suffocating prison...

No, the hope Giulia considered Nico to have was the prospect of passing out imminently. And on her opinion, he should have cherished that prospect! It could allow him to stay totally unaware of the way he was being utterly decimated in the ring, forget about what Giulia had just done to him, and probably most importantly, make his nightmare of tonight come closer to its end.

The Italian powerhouse then grabbed hold of Nico's other wrist, just to determine more easily when the boy would actually be knocked out.

If anything, Giulia was not literally serenading him to sleep. But the pulsating squeeze of her thighs provided enough of a taunting, constricting lullaby itself, rhyrmically squeezing and rocking Nico into oblivion.

"Nghhff...nfff... nghhh... @///@". Along with Giulia's constrictions, the Italian boy was swimming in and out of consciousness. Getting sleepier and sleepier, his vision was gradually tunneling to darkness and with his wrists held firmly in Giulia's grasp, there was nothing he could do about it.

Giulia had to admit that Nico was persistent. Despite her thighs being locked well in place for a while now, she couldn't be 100% sure whether Nico was actually out already. She had hold of his wrist - at times it seemed that he was clearly out, but then she could feel some faint movement again...

But was what she felt really what mattered? No! The important thing was to convince the ref girl that Nico was out! So Giulia started lifting his wrist up, and then dropping it down again.

"Look, he's out, don't you agree?!?" the Italian girl was already impatient to seal the first round in her favor.