New year, same life

A pause in my memories...: in the first day of 2015, I posted called "new year, new life". Announcing a white girl on top in an interracial fight, a photo depicted a unfortunate chick submitted to a cruel backbreaker by a black lady (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/01/new-year-new-life.html).

Well, I have already discussed the allegedly superiority of black woman in catfight s(http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/12/a-little-bit-more-of-black-girls.html;http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/12/the-white-womans-burden.html). And then, just to carry on the tradition, let's inaugurate, 720 days later, the New Year by celebrating this very old scene, beginning with a white girl on top, lol,,,

Gosh, what a beautiful expression of the nice victim. And what a nice position to meditate in life. After all, a white bitch is not always on top, like these ones, as we can see below:

Uh, what a nice beatdown! The poor blonde probably searched for a chiropractor after this match!

I have in my portfolio  a lot of conscious and koed white girls at the hands of their black opponents. Let's see some of them, starting with the unconscious ones:

It is really great tiyng and teasing a poor defeated bitch. This is a benefit for her, once witn the help of these bad moments, she will gain wisdom, and think twice before starting a catfight with an ebony lady, lol...

Another pics demonstrating the legendary superiority of black women, targeting the withe chicks' limbs...

...the white chicks' back (all in the world need some adjustment, lol)...

...and white chicks' head...

...with the right of some pussy eating, lol...

Oh, the look of terror in the blonde's eyes in the last pic says all: it is really very humiliating to be submitted in this way! Another kind of fine humiliations is the exposing of the victim's ass, like in the matchbook pin;

One of these pics is really exciting for me: it depicts a black girl putting her withe victim in a combo hold, mixing back adjustment and a good choke:

Yeah, it is sexy like hell. The limp body of the white lassie and the expression in her white lady's face resemble an orgasm! Pain and pleasure are the points of a horseshoe: albeit on opposite sides, they are too closer... Oh, what a sophisticated philosopher I am, hahahaha...

Finally, there is a classic pic that sum up all the dominance exerted by the sisters over the Caucasian damsels; the belly punching on a victim against the wall, the wrists pinned by the stronger opponent:

Oh, I love these hard ebony bodies... How sexy!

Well, one could ask me: is it real? In fact, concrete reality here is not important. Sometimes it appears to illustrate one of our posts. I do like my mysterious world, full of complex and ill-defined feelings of pleasure and excitement... Nevertheless, a bit of concrete reality can be present, of coarse. Mirad el video...

Oh, what a disgusting guy... If he would have maintained silent, the spectacle could have been very good. The wrestlers here were probably looking for their livelihood, and it is ok. The humiliation, however, could be much more exciting in a fictional scenario...

Oh, gosh, I want to tell the rest of my match against the valiant Valentina until 2018....😸

The main course and a delicious dessert

Uh, the beatdown I got from Killermiller (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2016/10/miller-milling.html) made me think about a very common feature in a catfight: the post-fight punishment. Nothing like that to demonstrate superiority. Women, more than men, like very much this kind of punishment. In my case, Killermiller inflicted me a three-faceted post-fight punishment: ear-pulling/forced squatting, spanking, and mouth soaping. Gosh, Killermiller was very fond of punishment, poor of me...
I selected three interesting examples of post-fight punishments. There are lots of them, and it is very possible that I get back to the subject. For now, let me remember a good fight between a pretty brunette and a very common blonde lady. The brunette is much more skilled, and fully dominated her opponent. This is a case of a girl defeated by a hotter woman, what is, in general, the most humiliating loss in a catfigth. After all, the majority of women are very envious of other girls' beauty. Look how flabby is the blonde's belly, lol, nevertheless, the body imperfections are very exciting in a catfight, once they paint it with a touch of reality!

Wow, that is a nice fight, with the right of a disrobed loser and a main course with two special beautiful submissions. The first one is the neck snap (which sounds very painful, preceded by the unfortunate victim begging so sexily her submission), just before the bra removal; and the final one is the hangman hold that led to a KO, and a stripped naked blonde. The brunette shown no mercy to the victim, who surrenders in vain. Oh, cruelty! How women enjoy it!
Between these two moments, let's underline a series of arm/leg twisting locks, besides another one of stretching holds. So sexy!

Yes, the main course was very sexy, but the dessert, oh, the dessert... It is the special part of a good meal! After knocked-out, our poor blonde remains self-conscious for the rest of the match, during which the cruel brunette makes her victim a tortured toy and inflicts humiliation on the naked poor prey:

Oh, it is awesome. Which girl would not like a naked defeated bitch to humiliate after a good bashing?

But the best part of the dessert is yet to come.
It begins with a classic tying scene and takes very long, with successive pressure points holds on the back of the ear and the temple of the unfortunate stripped lady...

It is so fake that it excited me! Having accepted her fate, the victim endures the long agony, which leads to spasmodic leg movements; oh, this is fine imagination and invention, worthy of a mind fascinated with diabolical fantasies! The blonde is so weakened that her lowered level of consciousness is coherent with her hardly audible groans and the discreet, anguished expression, while submitted to the torture!

The second example involves our beloved Zora, second to none on the loser side, and a sexy as hell petite brunette who really annihilates our dear poor blonde:

The main course is a brilliant standing head scissors, with a full close of the nice brunette's butt. The dessert is served with the begging submission of Zora, who is obliged to strip the last fabric on her skin and hand it to the her cruel tormentor. Oh, ending up stark naked in a catfight is quite humiliating, but be compelled to do so is more...

The dessert is finally eaten with the unmerciful nerve hold that unfortunate Zora receives from the little beautiful monster. Oh, how sexy: this is not the first time that we appreciate Zora going to Slumberland this way. She was really great on playing the part of victim (see http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/04/the-only-thing-to-do-is-open-mouth-and.html and http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/04/suffering-and-pleasure-in-slow-motion.html).

The last example bring us a classic beauty vs beast, busty vs flat, skinny vs muscular or young vs mature contest; that is, a skinny young busty beauty vs a mature flat muscular beast. What is new here is the antipasti, served by the beauty, another blonde victim, who enters the ring doing lovely cartwheels, oh, how sexy! The beast immediately serves the main course and puts the young damsel in her place, poor thing. The bow and arrow hold is very painful, you can believe!

The beast decides to wrestle barechested and helps her unfortunate victim to do so as well. The charming braided lassie is a battered toy at her tormentor's hands. It is lovely to see that young and firm body struggling in vain while trapped in these sexy holds:

The ragdolling is a great punishment. The victim must be softened enough to be humiliated in this way. The bearhug and particularly the torture rack sessions are awesome! And the session, like in the first example, ends up with some tying. The ropes here are the own victim's clothes, oh my... The lovely blonde should have thought twice before facing a so much bigger and stronger bitch!

This is life. If you are lucky, you will be on the winner side. When you commit mistakes and push your luck, you will probably be used as an example of an incautious girl, who has bitten more than you could chew. You have to pay the price for your daring attitudes, after all. In my case, Killermiller gave me a so good and hard lesson that she occupies an honorable place in the gallery of my great tormentors.

Valentina mocked me a lot on the subsequent Monday at the gym. My buttocks were still red, and she constantly made us remember the acts of ultimate humiliation to which I had been submitted on that Friday.
- Ha-ha-ha, Killermiller spared only your legs. And you are the Ear of the Year ha-ha-ha!
I heard a lot from her, that daughter of a bitch. My story with that pale white slut was just starting...

Miller milling!

Prudence is something that we acquire throughout the time, oh my... I had already fought against bigger girls and I should know that the probability of victory was remote. By the way, Killermiller had already said that. I wanted to fight her, so that I could demonstrate courage; the only special care I took was to bar the ceiling hold, as we can see in the prior post.
On Friday morning, the day of the fight, one could feel an excited atmosphere in the gym. All men are really mad about the match. Regarding the girls, two remarks: Valentina was clearly expecting and hoping for my defeat and shame. That Argentinian chick was always competing with me, and it was clear that she wanted to be better than me, including popularity among the boys, oh my. I think I was the most coveted girl there, and, soon after my arriving, I started dating a local boy, José, one of the wrestlers of the session, who was explicitly coveted by Valentina. Gosh, how women are competitive! This is the reason why catfights are so common...
On the same Friday morning, we agreed upon another rule for the three-fall match that night: no punches, chops and kickoffs on the head, back, breasts and crotch, in order do preserve the general health.
- Ok, Killermiller said laconically... - This day she was more laconic than ever... Uh, that filled me up with fright...

Juana was clearly rooting for me. We had became good friends soon, however there was a hindrance between us: her American girlfriend Fatima, a black girl as her, but a very rough and unpleasant person, who barely spoke with someone. Moreover, she was terribly jealous about Juana. So, the Dominican girl was always disguising her affection for me. I must say that we were mutually sexually attracted , what was conveniently put into the closet.

Well, regarding the paramount theme of this post, there is little to be said. I was hoping at least for a dignified defeat, however what really came was a humiliating annihilation. Beginning with the match itself, the experienced and talented Killermiller did not give me any chance at all. The first fall was a massacre, because I tried to maintain my dignity by refusing to submit to the Guarani monster. Gosh, that dragon beat the living daylights of me: slams that really got me sick, wristlocks and chokes, oh... lots of pro-wrestling move, including those regarding which we had agreed not to use. "You are a son of bitch", I cried, after she finally submitted me in a dreadful backbreaker over the shoulder.

 

- Learn about it: a female pro is not exactly a kind or fair person... - and after saying that, Killermiller grabbed me by the hair and compelled me to start the second fall. She was not really touched by my claimants concerning breaking of rules. My body was aching very much because of those cruel kickoffs and chops. As if she wanted to demonstrate that she was not giving a damn to the rules, she soon prepared the final act with the barred ceiling hold. Oh my, I was too weakened to offer resistance, so I submitted to the forced obedience and consequent pain on the heights. Gosh, each seconds aloft seems to be hours!

- Son of a bitch! - I cried, after be released, literally crazy about the violation of our agreement.

Another lesson learned. The first one was, definitely, do not face a bigger and stronger girl, unless you are totally sure about a even match (see, by the way, http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/11/fight-tips-and-ear-tips_26.html); and the second one: keep calm, docile and meek after be thrashed, unless you want more punishment!
Oh, my, Killermiller was not kidding. She put me on my feet by pulling me by the ear and walked me to the housing. I was a little bit dazed as a consequence of the beatdown, however I was fully aware of the humiliation I am about to be submitted. My colleagues follow us cheering and mocking me, those sons of bitches! But that's life: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!

- You have to learn a lot about a pro wrestler style, you girly girl. There are no rules to a better woman! - and, putting more pressure on the pulling, he asked me - Who is in charge here?

- You! - I shout, while my ear seemed to be about to be ripped off.

- So obey me! - commanded her, while walked me by the room and compelled me to squat and raise several times, always pulling and twisting my ears as if their fingers were pliers!

Gosh, what a shame! My colleagues did not feel sorry regarding my disgrace. Quite the contrary, they were laughing a lot, as if all of that was only fun... and it was, indeed, for the majority of people there! The poor loser would pay the bill, lol...

After the ear torture, Killermiller put me OTK and spanked me hard. This was not the worst spanking of my life, but, oh, my, be spanked before an audience is really humiliating! No, it was not the worst spanking of my life, but Killermiller really damaged my poor buttocks, which turned red and inflamed. Like the ears! She ordered me not to struggle and I meekly obeyed her, swallowing my tears. She had really tamed me!

After a minute or two, Killermiller launched the erotic moments of that Mad Fridays, as she lowered my panties. Uh, what a shame! My butt was uncovered for all to see. My only resource was keeping my thighs closed in order to avoid the pussy view, while Killermiller continued the punishment and some abuse, since she massaged me my buttocks...

As a final act, she rammed a piece of soup into my mouth:

- This is to cleanse your mouth. Your bad language is awful. I hope you have learned the lesson!

 I was obliged to answer: - I... (bubble) have... (bubble)... learned (bubble)... - Lol!

Gosh, the remembrance of the soundings thrashings I had in my life makes my buttocks throb...
José tried to heal my bruises and mitigate the pain of my body. A lot of ointment and sex was required to do that. Oh, that son of a bitch was really horny with my humiliation... Never mind: except for my legs and feet, all my body required for relief during that weekend... The most bruised victims were my poor buttocks and ears, which got inflamed, poor of me!

Until now, the sound of a guarania makes me remember Paraguay, and Paraguay makes me remember Killermiller.

Oh, my heart descend to my buttocks and they throb in a tachycardic way... 

The seven-year bitches - VI

- What was the reason why they fought?

- As I said, we lived apart from each other. However, once Sancha did not move out the farm - in reality, she still lives there - I suppose that that she played with her step sister a kind of cat and mouse game, playing she the mouse, of course.

- And she liked her role, that is, she was a masochist.

- Yes, and I think that both girls knew well about me peeping them all the time...

- Exhibitionism and teasing...

- The first time I saw Sancha hanging alive was terrible.

- Please, report it to me.

- The final act of the fight was in a barn, but all began at the pool area, near my window. I think that it was obvious that I was watching everything.
- What do you want to tell?
- I will be clear. Each time Kapitoline dominated Sancha, she looked towards my window. And the way she looked... well... the way she looked...
- "...was way beyond compare"...
- Yes - he said, not getting the quote - In the first hold, she put Sancha lying on the stomach, pulled the arms to place them on her thighs...
- ...and pulled the poor Sancha's chin, by clutching it.
- Yes. How do you know?
- It is a camel clutch hold, a classic move on push overs like Sancha - I said, omitting the fact that I myself had been a victim of Kapitoline's camel clutch - And I supposed that he looked towards your window, while in the top position... How sexy, ahn?

- Like hell! Poor Sancha, It seemed she was suffering terribly. Her expression said all...

- I suppose, it may be excruciating painful - I said (oh, what a cheek I am!)

- After this... camel clutch, ahn? Kapitoline punished Sancha with a classic move, by which the poor victim's is pressed in the opposite elbow area, while firmly locked:

- The mere thought of the scene makes my dick stiffened...

Oh, I should have taken his trousers off... but I restrained myself. Everything has its time... 

- Kapitoline really manhandled Sancha in this hold, as her poor step sister had the head pressed between our cousin's thigh and leg... Oh, you should have seen the way Kapitoline looked towards my window. I think you would understand better what I am feeling...

- Sure... and what else?

- After that, a move very difficult to describe. The victim, lying on the back, has the legs shaped as a number four, while the perpetrator passes her own leg through the number-four triangle and... I can not explain, the hold is a kind of lever.

- I understand perfectly, it is a figure-four leg lock.

- Well, the unfortunate Sancha paid for her sins in that torture... She begged for mercy, while cruel Kapitoline mocked her and laughed... at me!    

 - And finally, our cousin put Sancha to sleep by choking her...Always looking at me... Yes, I am certain that she knew well that I was watching the scene...

- That look...

 - Oh, that look - he said another time, as if he were going to faint...
- You know the way to the loo - I said, standing up and leaving the room. It was not the right time for me to catch him...

Aspirin sales guarantee

And I dare to say: paracetamol, dypirone, and other pain killers. When the target is the head, things go serious...

The poor tattooed blonde MILF here endures, beyond a cruel pressure on the head, a humiliating leg and arm trapping combo...

"I've been working like a dog"

I am feeling like i have been run over by a truck - as if I were the pretzelled girl below, and my job her stronger rival...

"Bye bye happiness, hello loneliness, I think I'm-a gonna cry-y"

I will be travelling at work from tomorrow onwards, and it will be very difficult to post for some weeks. Getting the clue of the prior post, let me publish some pics in which the only thing that attracts me is the beauty. And this is not a small thing...

Bye-bye!

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - V

He stopped for a coffee only to remember his youngest ex-girlfriend, in the time a 18-years old girl whom he dated 8 years ago. when he was 32. She was a very ill-tempered, spoiled and wilful girl, who enchanted him by her kindness in love meetings – “and by her astonishing body, I have to admit”, he thought. “What a pair of buttocks and tits, gosh!”.
She was introduced to him in a private house of female wrestling. That house was not in New Orleans and it’s name was not Rising Sun. It has been, however “the ruin of many” lads…

- “and God I know I'm one” – he sang low in the bar.
Only talented brawlers there, not properly wrestlers. Unfortunately, no nudity, albeit the environment was seized by a sex compulsion. There were two fights each night. The first one, under the classic rules, a best of 5-fall submission match, which only was a kind of aperitif for the great event, a non-submission match, which lasted until one of the girls was put in KO - or for 30 minutes, being the decision, if necessary, taken by a referee.
In that night, it would take place an expected fight between two hot experienced veterans:  one of them was a friend of him, a beautiful Japanese brawler, whose 18-year old daughter was always traced by him. “Oh, I was in a really eating-angels phase…” – he remembered, while sipping the coffee…
The other wrestler was nobody else than his ex-girlfriend’s mother, a beautiful blonde coming to her forties. To watch the grand event, he sat together with her and his beautiful and desired Japanese lassie. They all would appreciate the mom’s combat…
That private fighting house was a very special place for him. He had began flirting 18 years ago with an excellent in acting and rather mediocre in real fighting wrestler. She, now living in Paris, was the very love of his life. “She is the very love of my life” – he rectified the verb tense and ratified  the main idea to himself.

He ordered another coffee to get time to remember the last fight of her lover, 17 years ago. Gosh, it was a non-submission fight, the main event of the night, reserved only for the most determinate and bold brawlers. Besides her poor records, his lover felt uncomfortable in stripping matches. “To start the fight naked is better than be stripped…” And she had decided to be always a full clothed wrestler, what obviously was a less profitable decision… The main event wrestlers were better remunerated , in the proportion of 4:1 to the winner and to the loser, respectively. Because of the high price of the ticket entrance, even the loser got a good money. Besides, there was a health security afforded by the house, in case of hard thrashing. And if the brawler received invites for privates matches… well, it was her business...
In that night, her adversary was a very good brawler from Georgia, known for her cruelty…
Gosh, the Georgian girl trounced heavily his lover from the beginning to the ending of the match. She was probably a direct descent of Queen Tamar! She did not make his girl sing; but shout for sure! It was a 30-minute session of pure and high humiliation. In the very beginning of the match his lover made a mistake and permitted a rear-naked choke. The Georgian, nevertheless, did not knock out her, just for cruelty. She put her groggy, and comfortably applied a figure-four head scissors, in order to put less pressure and make the torture longer. All this had happened roughly from the third to the seventh minute of the match. The result was a helpless and flabby rag doll, unable to defend herself from the Georgian girl's sadism:

Oh, he could still remember the humiliating and arousing sequence of holds:
From the seventh to the tenth minute: an elegant standing headscissors (not exactly for the desperate expression on his poor girl's face):

From the tenth to the twelfth minute, an excruciating arm-bar and headscissors combo…

…followed, till the sixteenth minute, by a standing arm bar, combined with a hammerlock:

After working the breathing and the arms of my poor lover, the Georgian hottie manhandled her legs in a figure four leg scissors for three minutes (the audience went wild with the show of desperate contortionism of his lover… so sexy!):

Then, the cruel Georgian began putting his lover’s back on her target. Firstly, until the 21nd minute, with a kind of leg and arm stretching…

...followed, as foreseeable, by a beautiful surfboard, which lasted until the 23th minute.

Then, from the 23th do the 25th minute, the cruel Georgian cutie submitted her to a backbreaker…

...until the 28th minute, to a camel clutch…

…and, finally, to a boston crab… (“Oh, I love boston crabs”, he sighed…), which lasted until the moment of the bell ring.

 

Poor of his unfortunate lover! How many groans, how many cries She did? How could She endure the pain and the humiliation, under the insane cheering of the selected audience? How could She endure the verbal abuse from her tormentor, who was delighted with her own power to humiliate in public another lassie?

His brave lover! The only thing She said to him still laying prone on the floor, massaging her back and trying to get back to life, was a so sincere “I have never been so humiliated in my whole life”

In a medical clinic, to where she was transported soon after, in order to undertake exams and take painkillers, She said:

- Enough of fight. I am not a mediocre person. I will do something that put me in the high... and it is not a ceiling hold… - and laughed.

Oh, he loved her; how decisive She was. And She won in life!

“But it was really a pity that She was not naked…”