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... 

Disguising pain in the break

Well, only a masochist girl would like to be a victim in the OTS back breaker. It is, in fact, a fake move, almost improbable to be done in a regular and real brawl. This is not a reason, nonetheless, to neglect it, as it is a spectacular move that leaves a lot to imagination.

The best way to disguise a real OTS back breaker is replace the small of the back with the buttocks as the victim's body part to be placed on the perpetrator's shoulder. The buttocks are a natural supporting spot and in this way the pain is practically null; the effect, however, is the same.

The perpetrator's upper arm can help the disguising maneuver..

 as well the camera taking:

Beautiful girls, beautiful expressions and an adequate acting are all someone need to give impetus to imagination in this scenes! Oh, all this dark hair pointing down, how amazing effect it makes...

In pro wrestling scenes like below, I dare to say that the Japanese in white is suffering more...

...than her less unfortunate blonde colleague... 

Sometimes drawings help to break the regular physical and anatomical laws: the poor victims below seem to be rackless... or rubber-made...

But sometimes, we find a more probable move, in which the victim would be suffering like hell...

And finally, a nude blonde bitch, on her tormentor's shoulder, surely put aside this kind of concern... And, please, for whom it may concern - and forgiving this feminine remark -: what the hell is going in these eyelids? 

Still breaking

Well, as this blog is a kind of confessional diary, I apologise to my two readers for my insistence on the scene of the last post. It is difficult to me to choose only one step of the combined move, so, I want to post the hammer lock step firstly. This is a basic move, about which I have commented in other posts. It is in my memory for I used it to win my first brawl, against Miss Universe. On the other hand, I was victim of a double hammer lock in my first defeat.

Both facial expressions says all! I love the near aimless, desperate and futile movement of the poor victim's free arm. If the hot girl really twisted and folded that thin arm, gosh... the skinny blonde cried for real!

Once I underlined the first and the second steps, I could not neglect the final step, the OTS back breaker, which brought the move to a perfect end. Oh, my, it is really painful. 

One of the hot blonde's hand supports the back of one of the skinny blonde's thigh, while the other hand is put on the front part of the other victim's thigh. The small of the back of the poor girl is on the perpetrator's shoulder and suffers the impact of each up and down shaking movements. Heavens, it is torturing! A pray's hand on the tormentor's free shoulder does little to alleviate pain or increase balance.

That means that this hold was really painful, although in a fake match...  I think the poor girl needed to take some painkillers afterwards...

A break in the break for a break

I know that I am postponing my cousin's Benedicto report with a special series of removed bras, lol... I will not lose the thread, nonetheless I want to talk a little bit more about the match of the last post. Once the scene I was about to talk has nothing similar to a flying bra, I am breaking the break!

The topic deserves it, however, and it is another break, in reality a back breaker. Oh, gosh, what a terrible move, over the knee or in a torture rack; but the most painful of them is undoubtedly the back breaker over the shoulder, because the body's victim has one only and narrow support. In the OTK back breaker, the floor is close and, in the torture rack, the support basis is larger.

The scene below is paradigmatic for me. I consider it one of the most beautiful sequences ever in a catfight. The starting move is a hammerlock, and I guess that the hot girl really perpetrates it for real. She locks the stretched victim's arm and twist it before folding it behind the loser´s back and pulling it towards the shoulder. The skinny sexy girl immediately shouts "my arm!" and puts the free hand on the shoulder.

The move was so intense that the folded arm remains for a while behind the back after released. The poor girl is put on her foot by a humiliating hair pulling. Her facial expression is amazing.The arm is aching, as he eventually holds it.

Last, but not least, the unfortunate skinny lassie is put in an over the shoulder back breaker. Oh, her long hair points down in a magnificent effect, while she express her inferiority with a "my back" shout. He begs her submission, but only after the second plea the hot winner releases her, in an additional humiliation. By the way, a victory pose awaits for the loser...

It is difficult to chose the best point, but, because of the symbolic meaning it conveys, the standing up scene deserves a slow motion replay:

Very good actresses, by the way. Really great!

"Life goes on... bra!"

Among the several themes that emerged from the report of my cousin Benedicto, one of them was the use of a piece of the victim's clothes as a kind of weapon. The top, the bikini top or, generically, the bra, is the most usual piece that plays this role. Benedicto got fascinated by the semi naked girl strangled by Kapitoline, who used the victim's top to asphyxiate the poor bitch. The pics below show two very similar scenes. In the first one, it is probable that the toplessed girl is going to Slumberland after being previously choked with the aid of her own top as a weapon. 

The second pic is better. The victim was already gone, and the expression of the winner is glorious. The poor bitch is visiting Oblivion with a beautiful pair of wide-spread legs, which leaves a lot to imagination...

The video below brings back that terrible fake-blonde bagger we find in a prior post (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/beautiful-imperfections.html) and who is second to none in the art of stripping and humiliating her opponents, especially beautiful young women. Let's see:

Being humiliated and annihilated some times did not leave me the compassion towards the poor bitches like this one. I am a true brawler, I suppose... and I add: a true female brawler admits humiliation in name of the possibility of inflicting it sometimes instead. Well, this is my case, and because of this I really like the humiliation scene above. The forced toplessing act and the use of the top to strangle the younger woman, the beautiful holds - especially the camel clutch, the claws and shoulder chop, the body slamming -, the facial expression of the victim, and her shameful moaning (pain is one of the physical substrates to humiliation!) that ultimately express the shame and suffering she is enduring. What a thrill - what lovely hair grabbings...
Well, I can not resist in posting other sequence of scenes of this beat down that culminates with a great backbreaker.

"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da..."

Toccata and fugue

My old friend Johann Sebastian have taught me that sometimes it is pretty good speaking about a theme with a sort of varied issues, just for... tackle the eternal monotony of existence... Toccata and fugue...

Well, speaking of hangman, I have just remembered of my paradigmatic Zora (oh, how many times I played as Zora for my ex-boyfriend... It was really a great time!), and remembered also another fight in which the lean blonde was thrashed by a bigger opponent. Oh, we saw this girl trouncing a small, silent and long-haired brunette some posts ago - she was really good in the art of humiliating skinny lassies...

Let's see the fall that ends up with a nice hangman variation, and, better than that, let's see the previous moves, which shows us an always groaning Zora, who demonstrates her inferiority in a so sexy way...

The big girl really gave a bad treatment to poor Zora's neck and back. It is one of the sexiest back breaker move I ever saw. Zora's body language is sublime in express the feeling of being placed in a so uncomfortable and humiliated hold, not only as if she were cumming (oh, my), groaning and moaning like hell, but also by contorting her nice body into so amazing bent positions... I really love the way by which Zora gives up struggling, too weakened to continue, when she drops her guard and her hair mops the floor... Oh, and what a lovely agonising expression...

"Let me be your bow, my arrow", my boyfriend used to tell me after seeing a scene like the one above. This is not exactly a bow and arrow hold, but, we are here to celebrate Joahann Sebastian... Toccata and fugue... This video is particularly exciting because of a impressive detail: the charming leg kicking performed by Zora, who express the vain struggle against a much more powerful girl; Besides that, there is also the always humiliating act of be put on her feet by means of a hair pulling. The video ends with a bear hug hold, which is not in my preferences. I must consider, however, that it is an excruciating, although improbable (in normal conditions), hold, because of the difficulty in breathing and the pain, which impacts from the ribs to the shoulder, passing through the arms and damaging the vertebral column. It seems that the pain is pure fantasy, like the likelihood of such hold, but it is really great.

Our protagonist became jealous, I suppose. So, let me introduce my on or two readers to him again: the hangman:

I go mad with this leg kicking, these limp legs and, after the giving up, these limp arms, these smooth armpits... Oh, gosh, how beastly sexy!
Want a desert? A victory pose as the humiliation final act:

And after all this bullshit and nonsense, the protagonist deserves a slow motion. Yes, he does.

But the supporting actors excelled too!

Thanks to the toccata, thanks to the fugue, thanks to Johann Sebastian...

"Encore un instant, Monsieur le bourreau"

Apocryphal or not, Madame du Barry's last words, "encore un instant, Monsieur le bourreau", became synonym of lack of dignity before critical or anguishing moments. Well, I do not blame Mme. du Barry, I think that she was facing her last moments, and this forgives all...

It is better replace the concrete violence with another kind of brutality. What about a lot of pain, humiliation and indignity in fantasy? It is delectable, instead of disgusting. So, let's get back to where we once belonged: I was thinking about the poor brunette in the last post, and the way she behave while thrashed and humiliated. Is the silence of the defeated brunette a mitigating factor of her disgrace at the hands and mercy of her lovely tormentor? 

Maybe, maybe...

There are, on the other hand, beautiful cases of screaming submissions and loud pleadings for mercy. It is a kind of admission and exposure of the humiliation. Let's see the video below: in a fight between two Latin girls, one of them begs shamefully for the end of the torture to which she is being submitted:

Mme. du Barry has other reincarnations, it must be said! See, for example, our beloved Zora. We all know how sexy she was groaning in pain and screaming submissions, however this time we can appreciate her asking for stop the fight, on the grounds of the good drubbing she was getting from her opponent. And what a humiliating stroll Zora is compelled to make, grabbed by the hair by her beautiful tormentor...

Poor Zora (1,73-59kg), she may be very ashamed, because her opponent (163m - 55kg) was smaller... and perhaps hotter... And she had to endure the humiliation of admiting her inferiority: the brunette has firm and big titties, instead of Zora's little ones... And the blonde is obliged to worship her owner!

Zora, Zora, how sexy she was in defeat...

Awesome humiliation: being stripped of her bottom was only a small beer...

"The vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence"

If two poor feet are the object of our attention in a Boston crab hold, there is nothing like a good travelling shot... Once the Boston crab was not the finishing hold of the fall above, I will post the best moments before and after it.

This is a match between a well-shaped girl (1,65m, 67kg) and a skinny lovely brunette (1,57m, 54kg). The poor little lassie is annihilated in the match and this is the final fall. The brunette is weakened by five prior KOs and fights toplessed since the first fall.

The aperitif for the Boston crab is a bear hug hold, and the dessert is a kind of hangman move, during which we can appreciate the poor brunette moving her nice feet in charming agonizing ballet steps...

In slow motion, the Boston crab: how sexy this hold is, and so the movements of the long-haired victim... and her agonizing expressions... Oh, and her feet, of course!

Let's see in detail the macabre ballet from these charming feet...

The long-haired girls have an extra disadvantage in defeat, once is really too humiliating to be put on the feet by the hair... Oh, Gosh, but the focus here is the feet, is not it?

The martyrdom comes into an end with a coup de grâce in the form of a good sleeper hold.

It is very interesting the silent way that the skinny lovely brunette endures her humiliation. The sounds from her throat seems to be due only to involuntary reflexes...

In the end, the poor long-haired girl is stripped of her bikini bottom and posed over. A perfect human trophy!

   

Amazing humiliation...

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…” 

White girls on top and... aloft!

Gosh, the black lady below is the kind of human being who makes someone shit out of fear simply at her sight! (oh, this has already happened to me, oh my... To shit out of fear, I mean...)

Nonetheless, it is nothing compared with what this mountain of power did to the hot white MILF below (or latina, as Americans would say...)

The wrestlers left us almost nothing to the imagination, whether it be by the endless humiliation moves, whether it be by the weird MILF's outfit... Nevertheless, besides the obviously fake weightlifting (and all of the rest, it must be said), I really appreciate some passages like the spanking stroll by the ring or the forced obedience scene, when the white MIFL is compelled to "walk like a dog". It is amazing that the totally humiliated and almost naked beaten girl feels desperate when her black tormentor... strips her off her knee high socks! In the end, is really arousing the bodyscissors/double arm pinning/spanking/abusive fondling combo... And the MILF's beggings, of course...

Here you are another clip of this black exterminator:

It is exciting the repetitive interchange of "no"/"please", from the hot white chick, and the peremptory "yes", from the black tormentor. An always beautiful boston crab extracts the humiliating submission from the white lass, nevertheless her agony continues for a while, once the black woman does not release immediately the hold, only to add humiliation and show how strong she was for her unfortunate prey...

No more comments. While seeing so much humiliation and thrashing, I imagined myself under the claws of this massacre machine, and my buttocks started throbbing... Oh, my, what an odd phenomenum...

I think that I will post something else of this black wrestler, but only time will tell...

Beauty on top, or not...

We can see in the pics below the same sassy young black girl of the prior posts defeating a hotter white lass. Humiliation in the heights...

...and towards the floor...!

I do not think that the beautiful little round ass of this machine of humiliation is the problem, nonetheless, something is lacking in the set as a whole.

No problem for her, it must be said. I guess she feels very well while trouncing the hottie. And we can yet appreciate some more wonderful hair effects, like a rainfall of pain...

Oh, this black girl makes me remind of Fatima, oh my, what a shame for me that fight... It was probably my worst humiliation in life... (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html)

But let's turn the subject...

I do not think that the girls I have beaten up were more attractive than me - with the honorable exception of Miss Universe, of course (oh, my, I felt something stirring inside me while I humiliated that flamboyant bitch in that public pool area... - http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/11/a-seminal-scene.html). All my opponents, in general, were not especially hotter or uglier than me, except for a young girl, like this black brat, that taught me one of the most humiliating lessons of my life. I do not like remember this now, exactly because she was so superior, so hot, so... all... Oh, I need to register that in a post... one of these days... Gosh, I am using in excess this fucking expression... One of these days, one of these days, one of these days... "I AM GOING TO CUT YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES!!!!!!!!!!"...

Now I understand, Mr Freud: in many times I should have to relate a humiliating experience, I postponed it to "one of these days". Oh, and, like a boy after be thrashed at school by a stronger companion, I swallowed my tears to avoid bellowing to my tormentor: "One of these days I am going to cut you into little peaces!".

I dream of revenges. It would be amazing to destroy Fatima, Donna Lucrezia (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/sing-o-goddess-anger-of-donna-lucrezia.html) and all the ladies that one day mopped up the floor with me, having this magical song  playing in the background! But I know that we shall not try to extract latex from avocato trees, shall not we? One time humiliated is less worst than two; two than three, and so on...

So, let me finish for today by posting a last pic of another not especially pretty black girl chastising another poor white cutie...