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....😸

"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!"- II

The same bagger and other younger victim. The move is different, but is essentially the old strangling with the victim's top... or bra! The loser here is beastly sexy, oh, my... - especially when grabbed by the hair...

After that, there was a knock-out humiliation in three times, with the right of waking up the sassy girl to more punishment. Uh, it is amazing! In the first part, the first knock out:

In the second part, the bagger sends her sassy younger opponent to Oblivion two more times, along with a lot of mockery ("Hello, sunshine, remember me?" is really amusing...). Oh, gosh, this hot girl, transformed into a rag doll in the final act, will never forget this humiliation!

 

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

The seven-year bitches - XIII

After a few glasses of wine, Benedict felt better and began losing inhibitions:

- Oh, Kapitoline really beat out the shit of me! After putting me to sleep, she woke me up, and I notice two details: my hands were tied behind the back, and there was a noose around my neck.

- Oh, no, a hanging scene again!

- Well, this is a Kapitoline's leitmotiv,is not it?

- Ok. And your burrito, was it still hard?

- No, as I said. Kapitoline pulled the rope and forced my head up. But she was gentler with me than she had been to Sancha. I was not obliged to stand on tiptoes.

- How, so kind of her!

- She danced in front of me, turning the back on me and shaking the hips voluptuously - oh, she had a so lovely butt... My hose went hard like a rock. All of sudden, she turned to me and, as she noticed my boner, she stopped dancing just to approach me.

- Oh, how a bitch!

- She pointed my joystick and said: "what the hell is that?"

She kept looking at the erection a long time, smiling cruelly. She slowly put her top on, but in a so sensual way that it seemed that she was disrobing herself, instead of putting a piece of clothing on. 

- Those who are sexy, are sexy all the time... - I said quite enviously.

- She released me and challenged me to wrestle her: "Come on. Are you the man here? Then win a wrestling match and fuck my ass with this little hard wee wee. But, if I win, I will fuck you instead."

- Oh, what a good idea. lovely betting!

- But I was scared, although motivated by the possibility of fucking her. She was stronger, however, and dominated me again ease and rapidly. Besides that, a hard dick is a disadvantage to a male wrestler...

- I suppose so. There is a time to get excited, and there is another time to win a fight...

- Exactly. Kapitoline plays with a dead body and an alive piston.

 - The worst part: she humiliated me. I was completely worn out when she put me on her knees and spanked me hard. During the punishment, I rubbed my hard dick against her thigh and near cummed.

- Afterwards, she threw me on the floor, sat on my belly, grabbed my hard member, and gave me a second chance: "if you do not cum, you was free of getting screwed. If you cum, instead, I will fuck your ass".

- Oh, what a bitch. She did it only to humiliate you. It's obvious that you cummed.

- And rapidly. The way she stroke my love rod and pressed gently the the upper portion of my sack and groin... Oh, it was bewitching, to say the least. She looked like a professional of the art of handjob! I did not resist to her body, I caressed slightly her back and buttocks, and, when I was on the verge of cumming, I tried to stopped her. I tried to grab her wrists in vain, and I heard her saying "too late", laughing and mocking me, while I moved in despair my limbs, in a weird feeling of ultimate pleasure and sweet affliction. 

During the orgasm, she released for a very brief instant my yogourt gun, which was still spasmingout of control. I can not forget that...

- So do I. Let me invoke uncle Lacan: let's stop here and you will tell me about Sodomaland in the next session. It is me now who needs a glass of wine.

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 - 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..."

Worse... or less worse?

Much has been discussed about the most humiliating thing in a female wrestling or catfight. I am certain that there is not a single move or fact that could be considered the worst as principle. All depend on the circumstances. To me and a lot of girls who grown up under the Western patterns of moral, be stripped by the rival is the basic element for a utter humiliating defeat. Regarding punishments, the face slapping and the spanking are great favourites. Nevertheless, many girls think an unbearable humiliation the facesit or the legscissor that makes them smell (or something else) the crack or the vertical smile of their punishers.

Well, one thing at a time. In this blog, I "have all the time of the world, time enough for" catfight "to unfold all the precious things - moves have in store." And I have to admit that, for me, the most disgusting move is a legscissors or facesit that compels a girl to smell (or something worse) the opponent's crack. Argh!

The pic above is great not exactly for the reasons aforementioned. After all, the blonde's nose and tongue are distant enough of the opponent's crack. In fact, the poor girl seems not to care at all with bad odours. She is barely breathing, getting redfaced and going to sleep between her tormentor's muscled limbs... On the other hand, the blonde below seems more comfortable...

...but in reality she is getting catatonic, I suppose...

The last resource for the almost beheaded girl above is going to her punisher's tits, but I suppose that it will be in vain. She will have to smell that ass and go to Slumber Land or, alternatively, submit to the superior power of the beautiful tattooed brunette.

Oh, the tragedy has comical aspects. All depend on the point of view. The poor girl caught in the Loving Mummy of Dave's scissors is trying to remove her opponent's panties, lol... She will sleep before getting it!

The pic below is the proof that in the Comedy of Female Fight, this move corresponds to the knockabout (and, perhaps, a knock-out)...

...or the Embarrassment Comedy... 

  Well, I will sit a little (lol) and rest...

Heads crushed, bums up!

The Latin girl below put her opponent on her stomach in order to crush conveniently her head. I think that this position is responsible for a great sex appeal. It is not by chance that camel clutches, boston crabs and surf boards are so sexy. But albeit butts are booming... let us back to the ranch, that is, headcrushing...

Since the pic is not really good - in fact, the victim's lovely bum is not enhanced, there are below two nice pics to those who are fond to derrières...

It is really embarrassing this hold, because the victim makes close or direct contact with her opponent's tormentor, what can lead to variable consequences...

I love the last pic. The body position assumed by the victim signifies complete helplessness. The redness in her face and her desperate expression say all about the convenience of a screaming submission at the mercy of her tormentor´s desires...

When the blondes go mashing in...

One could think that I am not fond of blondes, since most of times they appear here on the loser side. So, let me post great pics in which a beautiful blonde dominates her brunette rival.

I really like the way the winner looks at the camera. If the brunete's boyfriend were there, the look seemed to express: "See what I do with your girlfriend". Oh, I know boys love this... 

Merciful punishers: alleviating and abbreviating pain...

Some tormentors are really merciful. Instead of torturing their poor victims, they apply adequate pressure to send them to oblivion...

In the pic above, it is possible to see the way of the poor girl from desperation to sleeping serenity... We can compare it with the video, which is amazing, albeit of poor quality.

Gosh, the beautiful brunette is a lucky girl: being koed, she staved off the consciousness of her own humiliation...

In the video above, another blonde beauty is put to sleep: it is amazing how the winner's butt muscles contract to improve pressure... Exciting!

Aspirin sales guarantee

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

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