"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!

Oh, sassy girl, sassy girl...

What are the last words in the last post? "Oh-la-la, after a thrashing like that, a bitch ponders more deeply before facing a stronger and bigger rival..."

Oh, gosh, words are simply words, and sassy girls... well, are sassy girls! If they are masochist, I really do not know, nevertheless they seemed to be ready to get always bashed and humiliated...

This is the case of the hot brunette of the prior post. This is nothing new; after all, there is a case in this blog of another sassy girl, who faced the same tormentor (our lovely bagger) two times, only to be humiliatingly beaten. - http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/05/life-goes-on-bra-iii.html.

In that occasion, I wrote: "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". Well, I do not know if our caliente brunette learned her lesson, but she gave us the opportunity of appreciating another thrasing session. Here the best (on the perspective of the bagger), or worst (on the perspective of the hot lady) moments:

Oh, gosh, I got dazed and sick just seeing this lass upside down and smashed on the canvas so many times, lol... I edited the last moments of the match, with the right of a knock down, a victory pose, and, in the very beginning, a great camel clutch hold, with lots of desperate expressions and futile leg and arm struggling. How exciting!

And there is a special point: the sassy chick repeated that looking of cowardice again, in the very moment in which she realizes that she is totally motherless and ready to be slaughtered... More: there is a cruel punishment: the ceiling hold! Gosh, the ceiling hold is a ultimate humiliation. Let's repeat what I have said in another post (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/11/toys-in-attic-ceiling-hold.html): "It is necessary to imagine that the victim is so physically and morally beaten that it is better for her to cooperate with her tormentor. So, it is a kind of forced obedience - one of the worst humiliations in catfight and wrestling." And that is it!

Oh, my! Let's put the scene in slow motion, since the fearing looking, passing to the clumsy attempt of fleeing and culminating in the ceiling hold and the desperate screaming bitch begging vain no-shoutings, as if the bagger were a merciful woman, lol... And have a nice wank/finger job!

Oh, the ceiling hold, what a hold.... Great to our ego when we put a bitch on it. Bad to our back when a bitch put us aloft...

Slam the bitch!

The scoop slam has the power of really hitting me (in denotative and connotative sense, lol). So I will take the opportunity offered by the prior post to remember a good match in which our blonde bagger destroyed a very hot opponent - a lovely actress, in fact... The poor girl ended the fight as if she would have milled in a blender! I selected some scenes, particularly those which involves scoop slam maneuvers. 

This match is really great. The loser acts very well, including in the camel clutches scenes. Her legkicking movement is ultimately sexy, as well her entire body struggling in vain. How humiliating!

I would like to underline a lovely detail: in many cases. we suddenly realise that things will inexorably get wrong, and that hell probably is not too bad compared with the arriving thrashing. This awareness is visible in the fearing looking of the poor battered girl, besides her clumsy attempt of escape, lol. It is great! Let's appreciate it in a slow motion pace! 

Oh-la-la, after a thrashing like that, a bitch ponders more deeply before facing a stronger and bigger rival...

Paying a debt

I know I am in debt with myself and my two readers, but it has been being impossible for me to post in this blog since September 2015! Life, in fact, is built by paths and gaps; so let's go ahead, perhaps in a very slow pace...

I had promised in http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2015/09/camel-tears-or-not-legs-up-pehaps.html to post a beautiful video, in which a mature lady would put her younger naked victim in a camel clutch. More than that, the bitch was previously stretched, weakened and softened in a very nice surfboard hold. Two of my favourite holds! The blonde loser is really a good actress and performs a very sexy legkicking, only to demonstrate us how futile is any struggle against a powerful and stronger rival.

For a dominant lady, there is nothing like a stripped loser...

Camel tears... or not! Legs up... Perhaps! A stripped loser... Oh yes!

It is very hard to complete the strip tease of the clutcched loser, what has begun in the prior post. So, I had to post it in steps. After a lot of time, I have finally found a naked loser...

Oh, gosh, what a beautiful scene! And we are not exactly introducing the nice bagger on the winner side. She has been marking her presence in this blog at least since http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/beautiful-imperfections.html and http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/ewige-wiederkunft.html. In fact, she is the better woman one can make use to beat and strip naked beautiful brats...

The brat in question here is not kicking her legs, as it is supposed to wait, since the last post announced another leg pointing upward. So, let's check in the video if the lovely legs of the lovely victim have made any lovely movement... However, once it is becoming increasingly difficult to post a video in a blogger blog, let's see some frames...

Preparing:

 

Clutching:

 

Legs up!

Nice calves muscles...

 

 Some kicking...

...and nice foot and toes poses:

 How the victim's arms help to compose the scene...

...with the lovely detail of a charming pinkie upwards!

 What nice limb movements!

 The bagger loves to check her victim's desperation!

 

  Some rear view... and lovely hands movement!

 

 

Well, well, it is really nice to see, hm? And, getting back to the first pic, we can see that the poor blonde is going to Slumberland. Oh, having been well applied, the camel clutch hold leads indeed to Oblivion. After all, I know very well that the pressure on the occipital bone and the cervical rack, combined with the restraint of air through the pharynx, can make a bitch sleep...

Well, I liked very much to strip the clutched loser; so, I will repeat it in the next post...

Camel tears... or legs up...

Someone has told me that one knows the camel clutch is done right when the victim’s legs go up. I think this is partially correct, once the move is a (futile) attempt to relieve the tension on the lower back. There are, nevertheless, several ways to demonstrate suffering in this terrific and horrific hold.

The point is, however: a legs upping is always worth to be seen in a camel clutch:

We start with a blonde black girl humiliating is... half-sister... Lovely!

Yeah, the muchacha in white is surely suffering like hell at the hands of the wicked blonde... and what a pair of facial expressions, gosh! I think, however, that is appropriate at least to take these shoes off, lol!

Oh, my, the blonde is surely nearly to burst into tears at the hands of the stronger brunette... But let's take off the stockings too...

Uh, a perfectly applied camel clutch. The poor girl is about to get a broken spine! And the leg kicking goes on...

Here, we have a very nice legs and feet movement, with the right of some opening toes... How charming! And beautiful expressions again...

 

Another blonde on the loser side, oh, how boring, lol... But wath an impressive leg movement... And how about going topless?

Well, it is not a good camel clutch to be seen, but the leg movement excels. And be stripped by the rival is an ultimate humiliation... Let's search a naked victim upping her legs, then! I come back soon...

Camel tears... Nice possibilities...

A camel clutch maneuver is more than a resort to make a bitch cry, it is a creative move, full of potential possibilities to design a master piece!.

Here we have, for instance, a nice clutched victim, probably in a dazed state or about to go to Dreamland. It is possible also that she is attempting to enter in a kind of meditative trance, through which she would be able to sublimate the humiliation imposed by the stronger  and also hot rival...

Oh, it is a marvelous scene, and what a beautiful victim, how charming is her symmetrically divided hair, perfectly matched with the also symmetrical blonde's arms and punishing hands, with a charming position of both thumbs! Arms, hands, thumbs, and hair match also with the gorgeous tormentor's limbs and posed feet with red polished nails (like the nails of the hands)...

I love to see the camel clutch from a perspective that shows us a little bit of the rear side of the maneuver - and, gosh, what nice butts and what a lovely victim's legs position... uh!

Finally, the contrast between the facial expressions is sublime. It is positively a great scene, with a great set of amazing features!

"Life goes on, bra!" - V

It is certain that it is possible to soft and hard "live together in perfect harmony". In my files there is an amazing match. Again a skinny sexy loser and a hot winner. The choke with the aid of the victim's top appears before a camel clutch, my favourite hold. Besides the excellent acting of the performers, there a special love detail that turns a female wrestling lover on. What is this?

The skinny girl's resounding voice while begging her submission! Oh, gosh, If the camel clutch is well applied, it is so difficult to open the mouth... The poor lass has to plea her submission two times, because the hot winner does not release the victim after the first request. It is very humiliating, it is a way to demonstrate who is in charge and who is able to comfortably plays dirty, transforming a defeated bitch into a toy for the winner....

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

"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..."

The seven-year bitches - XII

- I told you about a) my first "non-solitaire sexual experience", and b) my fear of Kapitoline. Well, both assertions are connected by a causal link - said Benedicto in the next session, like a good mathematician .

- We had told me that your sexual attraction in the beginning was to Kapitoline, if I am right.

- You are. That bitch was always teasing me, as she passed by my window in a skimpy bikini. The pool area was in front of my window. I wanked a lot while peering out her. All was all right until some day, when she toplessed herself during the sunbath, and kept looking at my window.

- She was really a bitch.

- For sure, but I did not care. I began wanking slowly. Kapitoline was lying in the sun. Sometimes she walked around and got back to her pool chaise longue. And I kept wanking. At some time, she got out. I took the opportunity to close my eyes and slow the pace of the strokes for a while, just to keep the erection hard and wait for the return of Kapitoline.

- You are very technical.

- Maybe. The problem is that my eyes were opened by Kapitoline's shout in my room: "What a good figure, hm? Naughty boy, peering me out"!

- Oh, the would be a good start! You hard on might have gone...

- Not completely... especially because... oh, it is shameful!

- Go on, I am your friend, mother confessor and quasi-analist...

- Ok... Well, you know about the wrestling skills of Kapitoline...

- Oh, I know it very well - I said with full knowledge of the facts, although not letting it show.

- Well, I told me that I was a naughty guy and began beating me. I tried to defend myself, but she was stronger and more skilled. She beat me very hard. She weakened me and finally immobilised me in a shameful position, in which I was on my belly. First she chin locked me for a good time:

- Then, she pulled me by the hair, just to mock me a long time while facing me:

- During all the time, my cock remained stiffened, to my surprise.
- Oh, dear, I think you like to be beaten or humiliated. Well, this is not a perversity...
- I think not. The idea of be beating disgusts, shames and humiliates me...
- Perhaps if your girlfriend beat you, it would be nice. Or a hot girl like Kapitoline...
- It is possible. The dick would not remain hard by no reason...  - - And how did this fight end?
- Well, she knew that I was excited, so she teased me by grabbing my dick at the same time she put me in a strangle hold. "This will make your little doodle calmer", she said, always laughing.

- Uh, it is really humiliating... oh, sorry, Benedicto, but you learnt well that humiliation can led to pleasure...
- Well - he moaned, visibly in discomfort. After a long pause, he continued - She finally scissored me, stroking my dick... and laughing, always laughing:

 - I finally collapsed. Until I can remember, my dick remained hard. But when I regained consciousness, I admit that she was finally resting...
- Of course, otherwise you would be a kind of stallion - and I neighed so perfectly that he finally relaxed and laughed...
- Well, I am very ashamed. Perhaps a glass of wine could give me courage to continue.
- Ok my poor and humiliated... stud! - and I neighed again...

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...

The seven-year bitches - I

My cousin Benedicto, for whom I feel special affection, is a singular lad. At the age of 25, he had already a PhD degree in Mathematics and Computer Sciences - that is, he is intelligent as hell. I think, however, that his outstanding mental skills had possibly affected some of his corporeal intelligence, especially the emotions and attitudes related to sex.
Oh, for my poor Benedicto it has taken a lot of time to lose the virginity, because he was seized by a kind of panic of failing in the very act of the sexual intercourse. Something inside him made him insecure about his virility, so that the hard erection of that young boy faded just before the coitus. Oh, poor guy. He tried once, he tried twice, and after the third attempt he gave up for a time, and took refuge in the Advanced Mathematics books. He asked for shelter to our  cousin Kapitoline, who lived in the wine-growing farm of the family in the south of the country. He spent seven years there, from 18 to 25 years-old. During this period, Mathematics was his world, and he got his master degree.
Sex, however, was always a mighty force inside him, and the only times he abandoned his Mathematical World were to pay tribute to the intense attraction he felt to her cousin, Kapitoline, and the step sister of her, Sancha, in forms of acts and thoughts and words.
Well, this is a long story, and I will have to invoke Jack, to tell it in parts, lol,
This is also a very complex story, and, believe it or not, it echoes the hangman theme. There are five characters here, including me, and it is better to introduce each of them. I will began with Kapitoline.
Since a little girl, I stranged a lot my cousin's manners. She was very introspective, but also violent. At school, she was a troublemaker, and used to beat girls and boys. Yes, she was very strong and, at the age of 16, started to compete in an amateur MMA league of her region. For sure she falsified documents in order to be allowed to fight so young...
She became a kind of queen of that local amateur league: in a total of 8 fights, she won 6 by KO (3 punches, 3 rear-naked chokes) and 2 by submission. She became famous and infamous as she used to put her opponents to sleep very soon in rear naked chokes, even if the poor ladies had tapped out. The first time, it was considered as a lack of attention from her, but in the second time she was suspended. In her last fight, however, she repeated the dirt move just to see another poor girl lying asleep on the mat...
At the age of 18, she moved to the capital in order to enter the professional league. She asked me if she could stay for a couple of days in my home. I agreed, although I would rather not make contact with her. But family is family...

This happened just after three months of the thrashing Donna Lucrezia gave me, and I was trying to forget the humiliation - and wrestling subjects in general (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/sing-o-goddess-anger-of-donna-lucrezia.html). I always loved catfight, but my recent defeats and my lack of vocation for undergoing training had convinced me that the best way to live in peace was far from the wrestling and catfight world.

Kapitoline used to speak very little, but in her second and last staying day, she commented a lot about wrestling. As the subject is really exciting for me, I began talking about it as well. She told me that she was attracted by the idea of death, and that probably she hab been a gladiatrix in a past life.
- I think that if a wrestler kills another, the very target of a life devoted to fight would be achieved. It would be great to kill a bitch in a match...
I was very frightened after this words, but I was seized by a morbid curiosity...
- Well, and if the bitch kills you...?
Kapitoline looked me in the eyes and told me, in an unforced pace:
- It would be the destiny. Kill and let the others kill - and she completed, always in that scarinf unforced pace: - For my part, I would love to put the bitch hanging by a rope, or snap her neck with my own hands...
I gulped... I imagine a lot of terrible scenes in which I was the victim, and she, the executioner...
Some minutes after, she showed me a scene of a movie, probably from the 80s or 90s. I will not loss my time speaking about it, as I have copied the file:

Oh, gosh, that black female asking who would be the next sounded me as if they were prophetic. It was me who would be about to be annihilated by Kapitoline. That poor blonde bitch who had her neck snapped seemed to be the portrait of my own imminent disgrace...

And all of sudden, Kapitoline made that virtual menace a concrete reality...

- Let's fight a little...

Oh, gosh, I almost peed in the panties, and apologise meekly and frightened:

- It would be great, but you know, I am not match for you. You are an unbeaten champion...

- Oh, come on: you are bigger and older than me, and I know that you dealt a lot with brawling in your home town. I know that... Family gossip is terrible... The news comes rapidly - and she smiled at me, in a way as she was feeling disgusting... Her eyes were terribly threatening, as if she were a silent and hypnotist tigress...   

In fact, she was a little smaller than me, and two years and a half young, what could mean a difference of experience favourable to me. I was, however, foreseeing the disgrace:

- Thank you very much, Kapitoline, but we could leave it for another occasion...

Kapitoline laughed low and immediately grabbed my arm. Oh, gosh, her fingers seemed as if they were a pair of pliers trapping me!

- Take off the clothes. We will fight in two pieces - and she began stripping herself - I know that you even fought in a MMA local league...
- Oh, I have a very poor stats, you know that - and I was intending to tell her that I had lost all the 3 matches I had took part in, when she bellow to me, as if she was Linda Blair in The Exorcist:
- Take off the clothes...
I was so scared that I obeyed her immediately.
- You have just said that your favourite hold is the camel clutch, so we will try to apply it, ok? And in a second fall the move will be of our choice... - and, after a minute - Oh, do you agree in a best of three falls?
- For sure - I said, and I realized that she had not mentioned the move for the eventual third fall... Oh, my, she was certain about a rapid victory...
I was looking around, expecting for a deus ex machina solution. She laughed again:
- Come on, cousin, there is no ropes here, and we will keep alive after the match...
Well, these kind words alleviated me a little, and I took courage to face Kapitoline... After all, I was really pissed out for the recent humiliating experience I had to endured at Donna Lucrezia's hands and I figured out in the distant horizon a possibility of redemption... Perhaps Kapitoline was only a tamed cat as tiger in disguise...
My efforts, nevertheless, were in vain since the beginning of the match. My cousin used of her experience and strength to body scissors me until my ribs got on the verge of be broken. It was a fifteen minutes torture session, after which I was completely breathless and worn out. I was, therefore, an adequate and prepared prey for the camel clutch hold.
The move was applied in a perfect way. I kicked the legs in vain, because it is a reflexive instinct of a victim in a camel clutch. But this desperate movements only fuelled the sadistic Kapitoline's sense of humour. She did not apply much pressure during the three first minutes and mocked me a lot because I postponed the asking for submission. When I finally begged desperately for it, she cruelly did not relief the hold, always mocking me all the time.

Oh, my, the real intentions of that bitch became really clear, when she put more pressure on my chin and back. Notwithstanding my beggings for mercy, being weaker and weaker inasmuch as I was going to Slumberland, she only finished her work after I passed out...

This is not the end, however. There were two humiliating acts yet. The first one was a classic one: after regaining consciousness, I was put immediately in a sleeper (the hold of choice, as Kapitoline had said before the fight). She caressed my hair while applying pressure, saying ironic words. Yes, for women, this kind of humiliation is very common. It is practically impossible between men, because they refuse to caress each other... It is a little better, or less worst, than a hair pulling...

I probably joined the unconsciousness period with a sleeping one, because I woke up only at night, some hours after the figth. I was completely naked and I find a vibrator and a letter just at my side: "Dear Mariane, it was very kind of you to receive me at your home, and generously to serve as volunteer to my wrestling experiences. Please, take this vibrator and use it until cumming. I am observing you, and I will leave the house only after you sincerely cum. Then, please, be patient and avoid further punishment. Oh, and sing Sea of Love while masturbating. Yours sincerely, Kapitoline."

Well, I did not want to run the risk of not getting rid of this solitaire humiliation, on the grounds of a supposed bluff from Kapitoline. And, after groaning in pain, it would be nice to groaning by pleasure...

"I-I want.. oh.... to tell... oh you ...ho-how much... oh oh I lo, I loooooo - ve youuuu oh oh tell... you... how mu... how much oh oh .. ah... I love... I love you... oooohhhhhhhhhhh..."

Show the face, bitch!

Well, after making contact with the beyond one more time, I received again the kind words from mon amie Du Barry's whole spirit (head included, lol)...

It was an enlightening experience, once mon amie let me know that the hair pulling in a good catfight is a kind of beheading in life. It is a so agonising hold that a lot of times the victim closes her eyes for enduring better the humiliation. Machado de Assis said that the eyes are the window's soul... Very beautiful... And if the bitch closes her eyes, perhaps it mitigates her feeling of shame...

The flowered blonde above probably understands perfectly it... And the beautiful brunette who torments her too: look at her glorious expression...

After all, the face is the more adequate physical representation of a person, besides being the representation of  the whole set of psychological and moral features of an individual personality. It is not by chance that a portrait of the face is a key part of a personal identification document.

Well, this is the reason of the profound feeling of humiliation in the act of showing the face in defeat! The camel clutch is a real humiliating move partly because the victim's face is necessarily on display!

Oh, and a hair pulling after a camel clutch! Uh! "Let me die", it seems the bitch below says...

Oh, gosh, after hairdressing, a good pulling in those erect and peaked nipples would be great!

There is always the resort of throwing away the rest of dignity and, instead of closing the eyes and smile unvoluntarily, or open the mouth in a soundless and vast scream, as the bitches above did, what about a good and sound scream, begging for mercy, a mode du Barry?

Pardon, mon amie du Barry, excusez-moi! Encore un moment, s'il vouz plait, seule pour montrer autres hair pullings, aprés un beaux camel clutch...

Well, I think I have to change my mind, because I want to show another pics to my friend du Barry. So I beg for her presence in spirit here in the next post...