Concerning hard body dark black girls

Once I have a break in my memories, let me take the opportunity to talk about a topic of the prior post. I do love hard body black girls, especially the darkest ones, highlighting their shiny and sweaty skin. I have already posted some pics of attractive black girls here, but I must underline the seven ones in http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/12/the-white-womans-burden.html, which depicts a much stronger black woman annihilating a poor petite blonde, as sexy as her tormentor. Here we are the video of the match, an amazing example of dominance and humiliation, sub-genre "sassy victim". Well, a lot of people love a valiant thrashed loser, who refuses acting like a vegetable at the hands of her torturer. Let's see the first segment:

Is this blonde a masochist wishing to rub salt into her wounds, allowing to get destroyed by the superior black amazon?

It is possible. In fact, in this beginning, the smaller girl endures bravely her humiliation. The dark skinned lady is really great and beautiful (like her unfortunate opponent, who is pinned, facesat, scissored, lifted and thrown at the mercy of the giantess). I really love those defined muscles, the powerful and perfect butt and thighs, as well the sexy contrast between the colour of the body and the pale soles and palms... Well, let,s appreciate the second segment:

Well, I have to remark two classic scenes: i) the top removal, to add more humiliation to the thrashed blonde; and ii) the sexy, desperate and late surrender ("I give, I give"): the black lady, nonetheless, will turn a deaf to the victim's begging. Before passing to the third part, I really need to say: if nothing else would have happened in this match, it would be worth seeing only for the bridge performed by the lovely victim... 

Time for some pussy kissing, ass smelling and other degrading punishments. Why is so sexy hearing a beaten victim begs for mercy ("oh, no", "please, stop") and seeing the implacable tormentor continues the cruel martyrdom?...

Oh, there is not a clear answer...

In the last segment, we can see the poor blonde lassie lost between those huge thighs and submitted to disgraceful punishments, including having her face rubbed against the mat, as if she were... a bitch!

"I give, I give", the unfortunate victim begs, implores: "I give up, I give up". But it will take three minutes until the predator gets satisfied and lets her humiliated prey alone and meditating in life: that humbled blonde probably learnt a hard lesson and will not mess up again with a black lady! 

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....😸

"Vale-Vale-Vale-Valentina, Valentina macht mich froh"

After that beating (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2016/10/miller-milling.html), I was aware that I had become the focus of attention of everybody. The boys are obviously excited by the spectacle of the beating and the bare ass spanking in which I had been the responsible for the erotic atmosphere. After all, what man would not like to see a pair of beautiful exposed buttocks?

Concerning the girls, Fatima, Juana ant even Ms Miller were very discreet about the humiliating thrashing. Valentina, however, mocked me all the time, as I told in the last post. I was obvious angry with the continuous mockery. That Argentinian lassie was fascinated with the fact that Ms Miller had spared my legs from the beating and she underlined this fact all the time. And nicknamed me The Ear of the Year, by the fact that I had been punished by Killermiller in that childish way.

She mocked me on Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday... Oh, that was enough! On Thursday night, I challenged her to a match:

- I will not spare your legs, sunshine - I said, for the excitement of everybody. The boys were looking forward for more girl action and, why not? for more humiliation and some nudity.

- Do not be so confident of victory, you Swollen Ass - she contested. And the indirect mention of the spanking scene really hit the audience...

Due to this very provocative challenge, people gathered around us, the inner temperature rose and a thrill haunted in the atmosphere until Friday night. During that Friday, Valentina and me kept silent. I suppose that both of us were afraid of the worst. Concerning me, I was really scared of a second humiliation, and I believe that Valentina was afraid of I getting the upper hand on her if she could not lead the fight to the ground (she was a little bit bigger than me).

Besides these feelings, I was looking forward for the match, because it is natural that a girl who was severely humiliated in a fight wants to take the humiliation out on another adversary. Oh, regarding that, I am sure of it!

My best friend Juana told me that I had to avoid tight contact: "a good upper cut is what she deserves; after it, you will do what you want with her".

Well, I was not so confident about my upper cut skills. In fact, I am not very good, like Juana, at boxing or other type of fight based upon punches or chops. I really like the grappling approach and, in special, the stretching holds. And so Valentina did.

Well, let´s address the crux of the issue. We agreed in a no barred holds fight, with no submissions, until one lady is clearly unable to continue or to endure the pain. This agreement put more excitement in the audience. It demonstrated the sadistic will of the fighters in really annihilating the opponent!

However, the fight was very disappointing in its beginnings, once Valentina and me tried to grapple each other, with no success in get a great hold. The fight was even and boring for more than twenty minutes, and we got exhausted after so much time in this kind of fight. 

At some point, however, one of us must to take risks. So, in a moment when us two were on our foot, I tried a striking hold, after which I could lock Valentine's left arm in a painful way. Oh, I salivate when I remember this and how her face expressed anguish and anger on the floor!

More than lock her arm, I managed to twist her forearm to inflict more pain. After a moment, while the bitch screamed her despair, I transformed the hold into a good hammer lock, while the whore laid on her belly.

Oh, I heard that magic words: "I submit". I think the arm was on the verge to be broken by the elbow. It was music to my ears:
- No submission, bitch, do you not remember?
- You are breaking my arm! - she replied, trying to convince me that she is not able to endure that suffering.
- Oh, that is nothing to worry about, I will release you to more fight - I was very confident when I said that and took that bitch free. She was very weakened, and immediately I put her in a toe hold. I remember she mocking me: "Killermiller spared only your legs hahaha":
- I do not want to spare your legs, bitch - and I really tortured her:

- Let's scratch your nape with your toenail - I said, after put her on her belly:

Oh, gosh, I will remember this for life, the way that bitch tapped while I tortured her leg! Yeah, that bitch really deserved to be beaten up and humiliated. It was great to have made her swallow all that mockery she had once addressed me. Legs, ears and buttocks were my obvious targets, since she had underlined those spots with that disgusting derision: Killermiller had spared only my legs, had transformed me into The Ear of the Year (oh, such a stupid pun!), and had turned my ass into a swollen dough!

Yeah, I really manhandled her legs: after the toe hold (and some hitting and a single boston crab), I put her in an excruciating figure-four leg lock hold. At that point, she was too weakened and softened to resist... In a sadistic maneuver, I released the hold only to see her tries to flee: I grabbed her by an ankle and a wrist and humiliate her again in the same way, what drove her to despair! I compelled her to give up, but I kept her trapped! My boyfriend José, a king of kind-hearted guy, asked me for release her, once the match was over. The match, however, it was not over for me. Valentina should endure more punishment!

And for more punishment I released that bundle of battered flesh. Before getting at her ears and buttocks, however, I had to choose a hold to hurt all her body, and nothing better than a camel clutch to injure her back and head. Yeah, I put her seven times in a bent position, and enjoyed every second of that long and torturing hold! She groaned like a goat, and beg for mercy like a stupid hen, and moaned submissions in vain, because... that was a no submission match! Yeah, the humiliation session was only beginning!

Because of that seven-fragmented hold, the boys began calling me The Camelclutchgirl! What a really nice nickname! I am fond of camelclutches since I began learn about wrestling and female fight with my ex-boyfriend. The camelclutch hold was a love at the first fight. Valentina was not my first camelclutched victim, but I am sure she was the best one. On the other hand, I had already learnt too, as a victim, of the devastating effects of the camel clutch (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/05/the-seven-year-bitches-i.html), and was very conscious about the way to inflict pain. Unfortunately, I was too exhausted to bend to the limit that victim! I did, however, the right thing!
After near kill the bitch in that long lasting camel clutch, it was time for some ear treatment. Oh, Valentina deserved it. She learnt who was the ultimate Ear of the Year, lol... I paraded her and made her obey me under that childish punishment: she squatted, I put her up again, and after that I led her head touch the floor, always gripping and torturing her ears!

Well, I think the post is too large. I must reserve to another one the spanking session of this match. It was really great, and I think it was the best victory of my life. Mi corazón late fuerte cuando oigo un tango...

Oh, it is true. And I salivate too... and get sexually aroused,,, Oh, gosh, what a glorious feeling! Winning a catfight is a dopamine for our souls and bodies!

"Life goes on, bra!" - III

Sassy girls learn a lesson only by punishment. If one beat down is not enough to make a bitch learn her place, the only solution is another beat down. It is the case of the hot blond lassie of the prior post and her much stronger older opponent: here we can appreciate the same moves, with the same women in the same place, with different outfits on. By the way, the top part of the young lady's one is lost during a boston crab hold.

We have again a final knock out in three steps. What is new? The vain attempt of escape and consequent rope punishment...

...and the replacing of "sunshine" with "sweetheart", lol, as the mock vocative...

 "Ob-la-di, ob-la-da"...

"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...

A question of comparison - more feet, feet, feet...

Here two additional examples of a beautiful Boston crab with highlight on soles of feet. Oh, my, how humiliating is this hold!

Gosh, I know very well what is this: the pain is so intense and insane that one grabs the first thing available...

The victim above puts her arms in a very useless way while the redhead uses her as a seat for a big and round butt... Smile, bitch, smile!

A question of comparison - feet, feet, feet...

This may appear odd, or even funny, however I have to say that one of the advantages of the Boston crab hold is the way we can appreciate the victim's feet, especially with no shoes on. The soles of the feet are pure poetry and they portray the helplessness of the beaten woman.

The pic above is great on the grounds of other details: the lovely bodies and expressions; and the vain effort of the blonde trying to get rid of the torment by... pushing the perpetrator's behind!

Do not go breaking my arm!

This is a pic I like so much. I love the idea of a blonde posh girl being put in her place by a stronger and decisive Latin lady...

The Latin girl is really twisting the poor blonde's arm, and both expressions are impressive!

And a good boston crab, with the right of showing blue panties, is a nice finishing humiliation...

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - VI

If coincidences are random or determined by a superior entity events, this was a question that did not disturb him. He loved coincidences, however. Nine years after her beloved girl’s beatdown in that humiliating loss to, he watched the same no submission fight, with two different protagonists…

The feature added to the scene is the fact he was very well accompanied by the wretlers’ daughters, “oh what a couple of lovely girls, gosh”.

Like in the prior match, the fight was a massacre imposed by the Japanese lady, withe the same ending: an excruciating boston crab,which made the poor blonde mommy cry like a child. The unmerciful Japanese wrestler, however, only released her unfortunate prey at the sound of the bell.

His Japanese companion cheered her mom all the time. My spoiled ex-girlfriend was really upset about that.

- The combat is decided since the beginning. There is no need of cheering - she complained, in the middle of the fight, when her mommy was suffering the hell in a leg scissors:

Oh, words, words. Translation: “This is really a mismatch, that bitch is beating the shit out of my mum, is really mopping the floor with her, and this cunt is cheering her mother only to humiliate a little more.
Things went worst when, soon before the final boston crab, the Japanese lady put her dazed adversary in an spectacular and  dangerous pile driver!

His desired little Japanese cuttie shouted euphorically, what teased his ill-tempered girl friend:

- Bitch! - she cried, but the beautiful Asian girl could not hear, because of the howling of the audience at each move on the battered blonde mommy.

His mother in law (lol), as his girl 9 years ago, needed some health care after the fight. When she saw her mother going out on a stretcher, his ex went mad. She pointed to the young Japanese lass' face and challenged her:

- I want to revenge my mother. I want to fight against you.

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...

Ewige Wiederkunft

The mere fact I make the theme re-emerge is not, itself, a clear demonstration of the eternal return concept. Nietzsche could explain it in a more sophisticated way, of course... Albeit I am less clever - and less moustached, lol! - than Nietzsche, I would like to celebrate the older vs younger wrestler theme return, coming back to the issue of the two prior posts, and to the older wrestler of the antepenultimate one. In fact, this woman is second to none in the art of stripping naked or semi-naked and humiliating her opponents. In this video, I like very much the way she mistreat her young brunette adversary (whose breasts I loved, it must be said...)

I love also the boston crab hold, the way the fake blonde grabs her pretty opponent by the hair to put her on her feet, the charming screams of pain and pleading and, of course, the camel clutch hold, besides the victim's masochist stubbornness in refusing to give up. To sum up: the humiliating beatdown... Some additional pics of the match are very nice, are not they?