"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!

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 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…” 

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - II

In order to make the bimbo wake up completely, She dragged her by the hair along the hallway to the bathroom...

...and there, She stripped her stark naked and submitted her to a humiliating spanking...

The poor bimbo's butt was getting red, while she continued crying like a baby.

- Be bold, you Last Woman, be bold!

- Oh, heavens... what the hell... is... a last woman...? cried her amidst groans and tears...

After humiliating the very reason and spot of desire of her lover, She beginning to teach her prey a lesson in humility and obedience. She grabbed her painfully by the arms and commanded:

- Shut up, or I will twist it like a pretzel. Forward! In silence!

The bimbo swallowed the tears and obeyed, humbly and meekly, walking to the gymnastic area:

After this humiliating stroll, She choked her...

...and shoved her again to the floor to put her in a classic arm bar.

There was no submission, however, and, albeit the crying for mercy, the only and futile effort that the poor bimbo made was to search a less uncomfortable position...

...and involuntarily kiss the foot of the dominant woman...

When the unfortunate girl cried, "for all saints' sake, mercy, mercy, mercy", She stated:

- Ok, bitch. I will not wrestle against you any more, but I sentence you to some minutes in the dungeon.

Oh, the bimbo breathed easy... Anything else would be better than that humiliating beatdown...

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - I

"She is only a bimbo", She thought, "an empty-headed, an easy-to-get girl, with a pair of gorgeous buttocks". She had seen the photographs in that frothy magazine. Her lover was fascinated with beautiful behinds, She knew that. And this was all: a rear-affair...
She knocked the door of her own apartment - in fact, it was a co-ownership with her lover. She lived in Paris - since She had become one of the most important European chefs de cuisine. He remained in Madrid. And each two months they spent a week there in Barcelona, making sex furiously, fleeing from their boring marriages...
"Only a floozy", She confirmed to herself, when that marvelous girl clad in a two-piece gym gear opened the door without any caution, and laughed at her: "yes?".
- I am the owner of this apartment, and I came only to settle my differences with you, that is, I will fight against you - and She entered the apartment, passing through the astonished bimbo.
- What? - said the girl - I am not understanding.
- You do not understand the main point: he loves strong, decisive women, not a bimbo like you. You are a coward, I can read it in your eyes, you are afraid of me, of getting beaten up.
- Hey, this is an absurd. Hey, I will go away, ok?, if it is better. I am really sorry for I do not know about you and him...
- Shut up and fight like a woman - She said, closing the door behind her, turning the key and putting it into her top (She was also wearing an gymnastic outfit).
She went into her: - are you ready?
- I do not want to fight! - cried the bimbo - It was only a mistake...
- Shut up - She said, shoving her and assuming a boxeur position, only to compel that idiot hot lassie to do the same, in order to start the fight.
She, aged 40, was a skilled street fighter in her youth and a former mediocre pro-wrestler. It was because this mediocrity that She had abandoned pro-wrestling and become a refined cook, having been climbed to the top of her métier.
She put the young bimbo easily in a hammerlock and tortured her a little, punishing her joints and pulling her lovely blonde hair. The cutie lassie cried soom her submission...

- No submission here, bitch. I want to thrash you for a while...

Notwithstanding the beggings for mercy of the poor chick, She continued the torture, applying pressure on the wrist, elbow and shoulder, twisting them strongly.

The bimbo was a pushover, who got a big ass, a pair of nice tits and legs, a pretty face and hair... well, she was really wonderful... she had no superior intelligence, however, no Will to Power, and, thus, cried like a toddler...

- Shut up, you Last Woman!

The bimbo stop crying for a while to ask, with a sincere interrogative (and sexy) air:

- Why Last Woman?

She did not answer, obviously; the bimbo should ask that to Zarathustra. 

Instead, She shoved that bundle of rags to the floor, and applied her a perfect figure-four leg lock. For half an hour, She kept her victim under excruciating pain, pushing the floozy's body slightly upwards and leaving it down periodically, just to add suffering. It was a pleasure to feel that humiliated butt against her foot each time She put pressure...

 

The bimbo contorted herself and groaned uninterruptedly:

- Are you orgasming, bitch? Good...

When She decided that the torture session had lasted enough, She released her prey and then mounted on her, thumped her on the face twice, like in the pic below, what put the poor bimbo into a groggy state:

Afterwards, She turned the bimbo on her belly and stripped her...

Oh, gosh, that butt really deserved a stiffened dick into... The dick in question, however, was not in her plans to be shared...

Pics and movies

Pics are, in general, more attractive than movies in catfight, female wrestling, spanking and other virtuous fantasy themes. The expressions, features or details, which may pass by unnoticed in movies, can be congealed and, thus, enhanced, for the glorious of our excitement. In turn, only movies can show us the continued verbal expression of winners and losers - which could only be showed in pics by inserting subtitles or speech bubbles. The movie below and the pic of the prior post refer to the same scenario and fighters. The only advantage of the movie, however, is the vivacity of the dialogue, in which the forced obedience and desperation of the victim are expressed.