The last registers of Psing-pour

It happened that the blonde girl felt resented from the attitudes of his brunette companion. She noticed that the girl was really loving the High Defensor and she concluded that she had informed him about the existence of the other convicted.
- You could have lied, bitch. You could have said that I was dead - she said one occasion in the mines.
- I am sorry - answered, full of fear, the cute brunette - I did not have the idea...
- You bitch!
The beautiful blonde was really resented. One day, in a muddy place, he had the opportunity of catch her ex-companion and really gave her a(nother!) beatdown.

Albeit the wardens were trained to break up fights between the convicts, they loved to watch the girls fighting. So, they intervened only when to poor brunette was severely thrashed.
As all the people in Psing-pour had the right to petition, the High Defensor asked the High Tutor the changing of the forced labour sentence of his loved brunette. He proposed that the girl could serve time at his rural property, working in agriculture, under the strict supervision of his wife. The High Tutor agreed, for "the guarantee of life of the convict".
The poor brunette suffered like hell at the hands of the High Defensor's vixen wife. She had to do the job of the animals, like pulling the plough...

...or turn the wheel mill... even in front of illustrious foreigners visitors...

Besides that, the vixen wife suspected of the real intentions of her husband and chastised the poor girl every time he supposed that they had had sex...

Oh, poor girl, she was punished many, lots of, millions of times...

The registers do not inform about the subsequent events in the life of our beautiful convicts...

End of the year... I will change my subject now. Enough of captivity fantasies for a while... The first post of the new year must be related to a really new subject. After all, new year, new life...

"Back to where you once belonged"

The High Tutor ordered, as soon as he learned about the escape, the capture of the two fugitives. The High Defensor of Psing-pour drew upon himself the responsability for the capture. He and his faithful squire took, in the main harbour, the fastest sailing friged, driven also by the rowing of fifty galley prisoners. The ship was permanently ready for warfare, and headed immediately for a natural rocky harbour near the connection between the mainland and the sandbank.
Meanwhile, the town harbour was kept under strict vigilance, in the case of an eventual return of the fugitives by that way.
The strong favourable wind and the whippings on the back of the prisoners made it possible to reach the natural rocky harbour twenty hours after departing. Through a large special plank, the High Defensor and his squire disembarked. The High Defensor mounted on a stupendous and huge horse, second to none in the skill of swimming through troubled waters.
The High Defensor and his squire, then, came into the sandbank at the very moment when the blonde fugitive was reprimanding her naked and beaten companion.

The two men soon found the weakened brunette. They recovered her, giving her water and food and, without any menaces, she told them all she knew, including the route of the remaining fugitive.
The High Defensor ordered his squire to seek immediately the blonde.
- Go and capture her. Go to the opposite point of the sandbank and make light signals in order to the town people send you a boat.
The squire went out and the couple (and the spectacular horse) stayed for rest during the night, in order to cross the ford in the early morning. In the middle of the cold night, the lovely brunette meekly asked for a cuddle, as she needed to be warmed. The High Defensor undressed himself and satisfied her prisoner.
The repeated acts of sex were a natural consequence... And love too.

The High Defensor fell in love actually, as did the captive girl. Nevertheless, he was an earnest and honourable member of the kingdom and had to keep apart love and state affairs. In the early morning, he put her prisoner on the croup of the horse and crossed the ford, which, ironically, was quite dry...
In the ship, the poor girl made the trip tied to a pole by the feet and with the hands tied in front of her - as ruled by the judicial code of Psing-pour. When they disembarked in the main harbour, the High Defensor knot the end of a rope around the girl's neck and attached the other end to the bridle. Then, he humiliated the beautiful prisoner, compelling her to march with the head blow at the head the procession that led her to the triumphal entry into the town.

The triumphal entry happened almost concomitantly with the equally humiliating blonde's arrival, which is a matter for another brief report.
After reaching the middle of the sandbank, the squire lost the traces of the fugitive. He was a very experimented man, who was able to find a mosquito in the dark with no lamp. Well, he had the means to make light, this was not the problem. The real problem was the intelligence of the fugitive blonde. Feeling she was about to be caught, she courageously went to the sea and swam a lot along the sandy strip. She managed to swim hundred of meters up and sidestream, having her shoes appropriately tied to her belly by the shoelaces (being she barefoot, the state of her feet would go badly and she could not walk fast). She was very strong and the labour in the mine had strengthened her muscles a lot.
She decided to stop swimming when she felt her forces going out. She had to reserve them to run to the ford and try to cross it. And then she did, arriving there few moments latter the departure of the High Defensor and the other captive.
She felt so happy seeing the ford almost dry! She seated for a while to take breath and go on, just at the right moment the squire, who had intuited the fugitives's maneuver, appeared in the distance. She tried to flee, but she was easily caught, due to her state of weakness.
The squire recovered her with water and food, put the remaining shreds of her clothes off, and tied her:
- We are going to rest a lot. Sleep tight, because we have to cross the entire sandbank. We are going in a couple of hours.
The blonde had no options but obey.
She pleaded him to keep her shoes on. Notwithstanding the strict code of justice ordered that prisoners should be kept stark naked, the squire took pity of that beautiful girl and stated:
- Ok. In this sandbank, I am the state: go on.
The idea of concentrate power made some stir in the squire's ego. Sometimes he addressed the blonde some humiliating jokes regarding her state, besides spurring her, by pricking her naked buttocks with a long piece of wood, of which end he had sharpened to use as a spear.

All of these humiliations infuriated the blonde, who noticed the joy of the squire in being the head and master of the sandbank. When they arrived to a spot to rest, she told him without any false voice tone:
- I am very horny. I must make sex with you.
The squire replied:
- No problem. Let's make it.
- I am tied - replied the girl - You must untie me...
The intelligent squire, perceiving the trick maneuver, added:
- Well, let's take these shoes off at first...
The blonde smiled at him and offered the feet to the squire, who undid the shoelaces and removed the shoes from the girl. Afterwards, he approached the sea and, with a move worthy to be in the Olympic Games, threw the shoes at distance into the sea...
The blonde went mad and cursed him...
- Oh, darling, do you want to be untied, uh? - and rapidly he cut the ropes, put her on his knees and gave her a splendid spanking.

The spanking made her really horny, and, against her initial purposes, she made sex with the squire and cummed like a doe...
Completely beaten and humiliated by the squire, she meekly got attached to a yoke, that the squire took from his sack of provisions and tools:
- Now that there is no rope and hope, you will have do wear a luxury necklace, hahahaha... - and she had to go on barefoot and in stocks...

After a pause for rest and another good amount of sex and humiliating cummings, they came back to the town. There was no need of light signals: the raft stolen by the girl had remained grounded in the sand. To an additional humiliation to the blonde, the squire tied her in a standing position against the raft pole, and this way, they triumphally reached the harbour, cheered by the public.

Her companion of crimes was awaiting for her in the docks. Both of them had their hands tied to a thick and large piece of wood on their upper backs and they were led to the presence of the High Tutor, in order to be sentenced.

Poor lovely girls... From the morning to the afternoon, they awaited for the sentence in a kind of pillory. They were chained and sustained only by a sharp piece against their privates. The unfortunate prisoners had to work hard her biceps in order to avoid worst damages on those tender and pretty areas... And a sharp rod tortured them all times they tended to lean against the pole, what obliged them to keep their back forward! 

The poor girls had already suffered galore when the High Tutor came into scene and proclaimed the sentence. The brunette girl was sentenced to be hung by the left wrist for seven times, for seven minutes each session, with a gap of seven minutes between each one. The first hangings deserved applause and ovation of the audience, once the disgraced girl struggled in vain, screaming in pain, and opened several times her legs to a full displaying of her privates to the audience. In the last sessions, she was so annihilated that she passed out during the hanging.

She was also convicted to an extra year of sentence time in the mines...
The blonde girl, as the leader, deserved a permanent branding mark on his right buttock. She was led to a room, where two female serveants of the state unmerciful and efficiently complied with the order.

She was also convicted to two additional years in the sentence time in the mines...

"Living easy, livin' free", "Don't stop me! I'm on the highway to hell"

I have already presented the kingdom of Psing-pour, created by me and my then boyfriend ten years ago, during our trips through captivity fantasies. So, let me continue to tell the story...

Albeit the prisoners in Psin-pour were kept under strictly watching, only an isolated case of escaping attempt was found in the files. After being released from the chains to go to jail after the time labour, two convict girls - sentenced for theft and then serving time as forced labourer in the mine - hit a prison ward in the head. They ran fast to the town after introducing in the warden's mouth some amount of a lethargic medicine they had managed to steal from the infirmary. In the way, the more clever and strong of them, a blonde cute girl, attacked a poor damsel and put her to sleep by applying a kind of rear naked choke. They distributed the victims clothes just to cover their bodies. The clever blonde girl got the pair of shoes, which would work as a protective piece against the gravel and the sharp-projectioned pebbles of the sandbank. Afterwards, they left the poor girl naked and passed out on the street, and ran towards the harbour town.

They stole a little raft from an old fisherman, whom they also put to sleep, and navigated to the sandbank, from where they expected reach the continent, because it was the extremely low tides season . They docked the raft into the sand at the only spot washed by serene waters, just opposite to the harbour town. Then, they walked towards the other point of the sandbank. The other girl, a beautiful brunette, soon started complaining of the pebbles hurting her bare feet. Besides that, there were nonbypassable dense thickets, full of thorny bushes that hurt them a lot. Walking along the seaside was impracticable, due to the high waves wildly breaking in the shore. So, it took more than 24 hours for them to reach the other point of the sandbank. To their deception, the tide was not yet enough low to allow the passage.

The brunette girl went in desperation and, infuriated, attacked the blonde girl, who had planned everything. The blonde bitch, was, however, much stronger, and rapidly taught the companion her place by the means of a humiliating beatdown. She stripped the brunette naked and, making her craw close to a tree (that point of the sandbank had more friendly vegetation), put her in its shade and warned:

- I will try to find some water and something to eat, bitch. Keep calm here and wait.

In that moment, however, something unbelievable for them happened. They heard a neigh! Toys in the attic, the clever blonde grasped the situation in a rapid moment, and started to run towards the point of the sandbank where they had docked the raft, leaving her poor naked colleague at the mercy of the destiny...

(PS: noblesse oblige: I really love Edward Weston photos. He was a genius!)

The kingdom of Psing-pour

Let me post another story created by me and my then boyfriend on captivity fantasies. It is the story of the prisoners of Psing-pour.

Psing-pour was a relatively ancient kingdom, whose history records have been deleted by time. Recent discoveries, however, carried out by the researchers of the Konteen-Konteen University, in association with the International Society of Independent Archeologists (ISIA), made the history of the kingdom reemerge from obscurity and obliviousness.

Concerning the subject that directly affects me (and my then boyfriend, and another mad people like us), I must say that Psing-pour had an absolutist ruling dictator - the High Tutor. The justice was in the hands of the High Tutor, who decided based upon a code of strict  disciplinary rules. Albeit being a kind of dictatorship, the kingdom government preserved some important issues on human rights: there was no capital punishment or life imprisonment, as well the crime of rape was strongly and cruelly repressed by means of exemplary punishments for those who dared perpetrate it. For this last reason, rape was practically an extinguished crime in Psing-pour, his prohibition being as internalised as a taboo.

The High Tutor was the only and unique instance of justice. It is supposed to infer that this aforementioned authority was as wise as possible, full of high moral teachings to deliver. It is, however, impossible to affirm this in the current state of research.

Let´s go to the story, which is what interests us, right? The criminals in Psing-pour - men and women - were sentenced to forced labour. The custody sentence time depended on the gravity of the crime committed, as well of the behaviour of the inmate in prison and labour. All the convicts, in order to make it more difficult for them attempting escape, had to serve time stark naked and, depending on the crime, in chains. The nakedness was, firstly, humiliating, since, apparently, the sense of modesty, decency and shame was similar to the one in the current Western civilisations. Besides that, it made the prisoners feel very uncomfortable during the moderate winter times in Psing-pour; once all the forced labour required  intense physical activity from the inmates, the cold season greatly stimulated them for a better productivity...

There was no rest for the prisoners: they are submitted per day to twelve hours of labour - seven days a week, with no holidays, in sunny, rainy or even in the rare snowy days. Despite the cruelty related to the labour conditions, the prisoners were well-treated regarding their alimentary and health care needs. They had per day ninety minutes to have three meals, five minutes to take a bath, fifteen minutes (five in the morning, five in the afternoon, and five in the evening) to pee and/or crap, besides the right to sick "leave", all under rigorous watching. In order to avoid feigned illnesses, the sick "leave" time was not taken into account to the total sentence time. Having all the limbs spread-eagled and tied, the prisoners had to sleep (or rest in the infirmary) laying on their back, in order to prevent masturbation, what was an severe additional punishment...

Those criminals who were considered more dangerous to society were thieves and murderers, besides the rapers, who were practically extinguished. For those convicts, the forced labour in mines were their destiny and fate. Women and men worked in different groups and mines. The poor girls had to do the same hard job that the boys did... And all the mentioned punishments for sure made them feel like they had never been born...

Good behaviour was the first commandment for those who wanted to get free. Each year, a three-month were discounted from the sentence time for the good girls. Instead, bad behaviour certainly increased the sentence time, depending on the High Tutor's judgement.

Regarding attempts of escape, they were almost impossible. Firstly, Psing-pour was a small island. The seas around it were very tormentous. There was a little strip of the coastline washed by a little more serene waters, due to a part of a very long and too narrow sandbank about one mile offshore. Besides that, there was the strict vigilance and the fact that the mine was located near the town, in a region protect by two sequences of high defensive walls, each of them with an only gate. In the most distant part of the island from the town, beyond the second defensive wall, there was a harbour for great ships. If the fugitive, however, managed to reach the harbour of the town, he could find a boat to go to the sandbank. This sandbank was, in reality, an island most of the time, because its point near the continent was covered by the sea most of the year. Only few days a year could somebody pass in safe from the sandbank to the continent, by swimming or even by foot. The continent was too distant from the island to be reached by swimming or by boat, because of the stormy sea. Then, there were two alternatives to escape: from the big harbour, by ship, or by the uncovered point of the sandbank near the continent, what depended on the tide. The map below explains better.

Besides having to surpass all these obstacles, the fugitives had to put some clothes on... otherwise everyone could recognize them... 

Blonde Amerindians are also nice...

...especially while spanking a hottie cowgirl...

A brand new issue

I have forgotten to say in the prior post that the last punishment of the beautiful young thief was a branding in her right butt-cheek. It turned out that the semi-tamed bandit tried to escape, after three months of prison and forced naked labour. To her humiliation, she was caught in the fleeing by the same sheriff, who was, nevertheless, really sorry about her beautiful prisoner's fate:

- You are so pretty and kind. Nobody would guess that inside you lives an outlaw. So, I will propose you two alternatives for your paying for your fault. Number one: you will work an extra year in the mine; or, number two, I will brand your right buttock with the date of your liberty.

The valiant poor girl chose the last alternative and faced the red-hot iron courageously, bearing afterwards with unforgettable elegance his new mark of shame. Let's republish the pic...

The sheriff's attitude served as an example to a young cowboy, who witnessed the triumphal - to the sheriff - and humiliating - to the cute blonde thief - entry into the village, as well the subsequent humiliation of the young outlaw in the stocks. Afterwards, he learnt about the sentence of forced naked labour, as well the branding punishment of the poor criminal.

The young cowboy lived alone in his ranch, in the very middle of a scarcely inhabited land. Recently, his cattle have been stolen by a mysterious bandit. One head of cattle one day, one head of cattle another day... Oh, gosh, the continuous stealing really infuriated the young cowboy, who decided went into the field in order to catch and punish the thief.

After one week of searching and seeking, he eventually came to the thief's shelter, a close spot of his own ranch. To his utter surprise, the bandit was a beautiful mestiza girl, who shot towards him. Nonetheless, she was a very bad shooter and the young man had no problem in disarming the fragile bandit girl. He hammerlocked her and, fascinated by her beauty, put her on his knees, took her pants off, lowered her panties and inflicted her a hard spanking that led the poor girl to tears.

Afterwards, he put her on her stomach on a log, tied her spread limbs and shredded her shirt. The unfortunate girl was, this way, almost naked, what made his plans easy to go right. He heated his livestock branding iron until it was red-hot and unmercifully inscribed his badge onto the beautiful mestiza's right buttock.

The brave girl endured the pain and swallowed her tears. That night he slept al fresco and she, poor thing, took a more warm rest, tied on the log... The day after, he prepared the cattle drive and the prisoner, who he disrobed stark naked. Having not a prope yoke to which he could bind his prisoner, he tied her hands to a relatively long and thick piece of wood, compelling her to carry it upon his shoulders and neck. Then, they headed towards the cowboy's ranch.

- You will pay back for your crimes, darling - sentenced the cowboy. In his ranch, there was no sheriff: the law and the justice were represented by him.

The poor beautiful mestiza girl was obliged to work for the cowboy, tied sometimes and stark naked always, for a period of time he determined as fair. She dealt with domestic service and agriculture, not with cattle...

During the captivity period the loneliness of the raunch was a catalizer to make the attraction between the cowboy and her prisoner grow up. They ended up making sex everyday. His favourite position was the elephant's one. He used to caress her branding mark in the right buttock while fucking...

"O, I wish I was in Dixie! Hooray! Hooray!"

Oh, I woke up today in a too submissive mood. It is not my normal state. Nevertheless, laissez passer. The prior post made me reemerge an old fascination by captivity, in a lot of its forms. I think that the first time I felt aroused by an image of captivity, I became depressed, until I understand that I was dealing with my mysterious inner desires and not with my principles of life. After all, I am sincerely a radical adherent to non-violence.

One of the best pic that I have been collecting depicts a kind of sheriff, in the old Dixie Land or somewhere like, pulling a beautiful blonde girl by a rope tied around her neck. The hot babe is tied, with arms behind her back (indispensable feature for me) and has chains around the ankles (unnecessary for me).

I remember that my boyfriend got really struck by the pic. We fantasized a lot making up a story to the image. The plot summary was very simple: the sheriff of a town in the old Dixie land decides to put an end to a series of stealings perpetrated by a young beautiful blonde thief. He goes into the field and captures the villainess after discovering her hideout. He punishes her with a severe beatdown, strips her stark naked and put her on display all tied up, making her march by the land road towards the village, where he put her in the stocks. After a good whipping, she remains on display for one day for all appreciate her humiliation.

She is sentenced by the sheriff, who held all the power in that distant village, to forced labour in the local mine, where he worked in the nude hard for one year, in order to pay for her crimes and prove she was, from then onwards, a good girl...

The plot summary is really very simple. The scenes performed by me and my boyfriend based upon it... not... 

"If you can meet with triumph and disaster/And treat those two imposters just the same", girl, you are not talking about punishment...

Coming back to the interdenger issue... If a girl declares war to a boy, the agreed rules are for both of them, obviously. Albeit I had had a mediocre no-barred holds record and a very bad one concerning normal fights, I really hate to be defeated by a woman, by a man or... whoever. The consolation of the stronger physical nature of men is very weak, and concerning being beaten by girls, on one hand it is an alluring feeling to keep a bitch under control, and on the other hand being defeated by another girl is in itself humiliating enough; and once girls love to humiliate their victims, a defeat in a girl-girl contest is much more shameful than a loss against a man.
Althoug the victory is my target, I have to admit that the total defeat is a kind of tranquilizer. We learn our place, we annihilate our will and the futile yearnings of power and become a kind of toy or object at the mercy of our opponent. No desires, no suffering... It is ironic that pain, hate and shame combine together to, in a gap of time, make us internalise a comfortable position from a more than uncomfortable situation.
I only fought against two men: my ex-boyfriend, more than seven hundred times, losing all the matches; and one time against another guy. This will be someday the subject of a post.
I have to admit that the feeling of being punished by a man is sometimes arousing, especially if he puts me in my place by spanking me. He may be a kind of strong macho man, like the one of the pics below, in which he makes a hot brunette cry (lovely bum, lovely legs, lovely lightly prominent belly in the gap of the spanker's thighs...)

He may be, perhaps, another kind of macho, a suburbanlike one. Like this:

Or the one in the pics below. See the way he makes the poor pretty round-butted girl arch downwards in pain, as she points her legs up, and how he pulls her by the hair, making her feeling like a mare in pain and lust.

Not everything is rude manhood, it must be said. The opponent may be an experienced middle-aged man. This one knows how to gently keep the big-butted girl's hand out of the reach of the punishment area, making her beautiful partner kick charmingly her legs and cry...

The another one, besides removing the lower part of her spankee's garment, revealing arousing bum, thighs, legs and feet, make her painties whimsically remain hanging from one on the legs... Oh, my...

Finally, if the spanker puts the girl fully naked, it is a ultimate additional humiliation. In the first post, the spanker extracts from the spankee all her charm in defeat: take a look on these arousing feet, ohhhhhhhhhh, what a charming pose... The later one likes some explicitness, a genital view, why not?, besides the wonderful rear panorama, from butt to legs...