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I catch you while you are down on the mat, belly up. I sit on your chest, your arms locked between my legs and your body and my knees above your shoulders. You struggle, but, slowly, I release one leg and put it behind your neck. Once in place, I close a tight triangle choke around your head, pressing your chin to your chest with both my hands holding the back of your head, almost burrying your nose in my balls.

I lean to the right, and as I fall, I open the triangle and lock on a headscissors. Immediately, you start feeling the pressure. You grab my furry legs and feel my steel-like muscles just under the skin. You twist your body, trying to find a more comfortable position, and you feel my muscles tightening the sides of your neck. You start to get slightly light-headed. I squeeze my buttocks, so as to increase the pressure a lot. I lift my hips and you get into worse trouble. You start moaning softly. I grab your hair and tell you to shut up. I tuck my knees to my chest and somther you in my groin. After a few seconds, I stretch my legs, going back to squeezing you. You try to catch your breath, but all you can manage is a squeal of pain. I slap you lightly across the face, squeeze you nose and just mock you.

Frantically, you try to pry open my hairy legs with your hands, but you get nowhere. I plant my feet firmly on your back and turn forward. You get on your back again, with my feet digging into your ribs and your neck even tighter. Again you try to open my legs, by reaching for my buttocks, but all you do is feel my tight and strong muscles crushing you.

It's time to get this over with. I start squeezing more and more. I ask, “Are you going to tap, or take a nap?”