The beautiful black girls again. And the white chicks as well...

Still in the stronger black girls topic, I have found in my portfolio an old video in which two marvellous girls face each other, with an overwhelming domination by the black lady. Is not she a lovely  girl, showing us her well-defined muscular, slender body? There is nothing much more than two pretty girls tangled up to see, and the withe bitch playing the loser role. The best moments are those in which we can appreciate a really good domination over a face down lassie, with a lot of arm twisting, leg pressing and neck and back pinning:

There is opportunity, also, for a plethora of nice holds, like chokes, neck and body scissors and the always nice grapevine, as we could see. The moaning white bitch is a very attractive damsel too, oh my! Since she is almost always laying on the belly, her perfect behind can be fully appreciated. In reality, we can see a very nice butt war, once the black lady is also a very well defined, shinning bootylicious!

One of the most charming features in a loser is her predisposition to struggle and moan in vain. Our unfortunate white victim here is very skilled in doing so, while treated like a full bin bag by her stronger opponent!

Poor girl: begging for mercy and saying she was sorry did not touch the ebony goddess, who continued the punishment. Instead of taking care of her wonderful hair, the white bitch should have improved her wrestling skills before facing a pretty stronger black woman!

The following segment begins with a magnificent butt display, and you have to admit: the facial expression of the loser, in a mix of pain and humiliation, is awesome!

The last segment is remarkable by its beginning, during which the victim is subjected to a double hammerlock combined with a hairpulling. Uh, the poor bitch is reduced to a kind of human trophy!

It is an extreme humiliation, is not it? And what to say about the forced obedience scene, during which the poor girl is compelled to get down on all fours, only to be mounted like a mare and be pulled by the hair, as if it were reins! Exciting!

The last part is an homage to the alluring tied victim's derrière, after being fully exposed by the winner, who has fun counting the lovely white bitch's freckles. Gosh, the world is full of insanity!

I promise to myself that in the next post I will be back to the kind treatment I delivered to valiant Valentina...

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! 

Under the rhythm of the break - the hammer lock again

I am still thinking about that splendid combo move on that skinny blonde, which began with a hammer lock and ended in a OTS back breaker. Personally, I believe there is nothing as a good hammer lock to display a defeated bitch. One of the most amazing humiliation a girl may impose on another is making the bitch walk. "Walk, bitch, otherwise I will break your arm". Uh, how glorious, my mouth salivates, as Pavlov's dog, when I remember Miss Universe walking on the poll area at my mercy. On the other hand, my buttocks throb at the image of Fátima compelling me to that humiliating stroll at that gymnasium... Oh, that is life and these are posts of the past... After all, we are sometimes up, some times down...

The two videos bellow show the same girl compelled to a forced march by her tormentor. I consider them very exciting.

What a lovely tormentor, by the way... nice assets... Well, and the words "all right, I submit"sound like music to her, I suppose...

The second video is even better, as the blonde is humiliated also by a good hair pulling, a sleeper and... some ass kicking!

It is an utmost humiliation to beg for mercy so many times until the winner gets satisfied... 

Still breaking

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

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

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

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

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

A break in the break for a break

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

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

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

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

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

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

Very good actresses, by the way. Really great!

"Life goes on, bra!" - 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"...

"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..."

"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 - II

My cousin Kapitoline should have seen another grotesque films from the 80s or 90s. Gosh, at that time, all was permitted! The movie is focused on underground female fights. The villainess is an awful blonde, who, oh my, is more scaring than my dear cousin. Her favourite hold is killing her poor opponents by breaking their spines and, sometimes, she completes the generous work by snapping the unfortunate victims' neck... In the first scene, the début, in this blog, of a black girl on the loser side in a fight against a blonde - oh, what a tragic way to turn the tables... Never mind: the vixen big girl collected all the races in her basket of victims, as it may be seen below 

The last segment echoes much of our recent issues, including the hair pulling as a symbolic replacement for the beheading act. The hangman is not here, but the necks, oh... the necks are broken in the same way...

Gosh, the poor last victim is beastly hot, and, although I do not like blood and death in real fights, and even this kind of this hardcore stuff, I have to admit that the scene has a kind of sexual charge. Well, if sex is Eros, and death is Thanatos, my uncle Freud explains...

I would like to see a fight between this vixen warrior and Kapitoline. I am certain that, in the end, the last words of my cousin would be: "kill and let kill"...

There another beautiful example, which probably make a sincerely sadistic hangman cum...

Uh, I think that either of these girls could kick Kapitoline's ass too. It would be great to be seen!

I have to return to the story, if I do not want to lose the thread... 

My cousin was a weird girl, as it could be seen, she was attracted to violence and death, all passed over by a very peculiar sexual excitation.

When she visited me (and put me to sleep and cum), my cousin Benedicto was already living with her and Sancha since one year ago,

He told me that, at first, he felt in love with Sancha - but I will report this latter. Kapitoline, however, soon replaced her step sister in my cousin's fantasies.

- She teased me all the time, passing in bikini by my window... 

- And is it all? - I questioned.

- No, she used to train in bra and pants every day. Oh, it was really exciting. One day, she received a colleague to train together and she put the poor girl in a very poor state...

- Did she beat her colleague?

- Oh, what a thrashing...

- Has something special caught your attention in the fight?

- Oh, yes. The poor girl begged several times for mercy, but she kept pounding her hard. And, in the final, she stripped her of her top and strangled her using this piece of cloth...

- Did it turn you on?

- Are you kidding? I was already completely aroused. But the view of the poor victim semi naked made my erection harder...

- Perhaps you are a kind of necrophiliac... - I teased, as if I were uncle Lacan... 

- Not at all. Absolutely not. The idea of a real death really scares me...

- Real death, you said, but not an artistic or symbolic death... or even in fantasy - in the movies, for example, or... mere catfigts!

- For sure, I think you are right.

After a silent pause, Benedicto told me the rest of the fight.

- Kapitoline tied the hands of her colleague with the top she had just removed. Oh, this excited me a lot...

- Really? More yet?

- I do not know why... but it aroused me so much, that my dick was pointing to my chin, throbbing painfully...

- Oh, you are put me excited too...

Benedicto pretended not to hear that and went on:

- Kapitoline grabbed the colleague by the hair and made her walk until the pool area. Afterwards, she compelled the unfortunate lassie to suck their toes...

Having Benedicto reported that his dick, before this scene, was on the verge of an explosion, I had to interrupt him. After all, I am also a God's child...:

- Let's have a coffee, now... We will continue later...

Toccata and fugue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the supporting actors excelled too!

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

Du Barry's last apparition

Oh, my, I am very tired of spiritualist concerns. Madame du Barry deserves to rest in peace, unlike every living creature, who has to carry the load of existence... However, mon amie have paid me a last visit, just to talk about the vicarious hold for beheading: the hair pulling. She told me all in a phantasmagorical tone, always holding her own severed melon - oh, how scaring!

She talked about Beatrice Cenci, Marie Antoniette, Olympe du Gouges ("a bitch whom I annihilated in a catfight in Beyond" - oh, I am not responsible for the worlds of mon amie), Madame Roland and other headless spirits, who debated the meaning of the hair pulling in lively debates followed by catfights, in which some beautiful holds, like the camel clutch, the hangman and the sleeper were impossible to be performed, lol...

- The French Revolution accumulated images in which the executioner lifts the severed head for the crowd to see. These were the trophies, this act was the final humiliation...- she asserted peremptorily, and completed: - I know what I am talking about!

"In a catfight, if one manages to deliver a good, a very good thrashing, the beaten bitch will loss gradatively the forces, until becoming a kind of rag doll at the hands and mercy of her glorious tormentor." - uh, what a wise words from mon amie du Barry...

She also said that this moment of weakness is good to hold the bitch by the hair and display the groggy slag to the camera or for all to see...

- It is a kind of dead body, totally vanquished and humiliated, a very trophy to the winner - as my head was... she said, being transparent and vanishing in the air.

Good bye, my friend, good bye...

Let's see what I have in my files...

Oh, the first pic is a classic. It shows a skinny white girl after getting a beatdown from a stronger and sexy mulata... The poor bitch should have compared her arms with the expressive mulata's ones before challenging a stronger girl!

The second file shows another interracial fight, after which a slender brunette display a drooling Asian to her own future: the poor bitch will have her head forever on the memory's wall of her proud conqueror...

And with a lot of dropping saliva, to her ultimate humiliation...

The third pic is here only because of the unusual position of the loser:

And what a nice position to kick that nice petite behind...

Below we have a dreaming catfight, as the loser is a dumb blonde, who, besides being humiliated and displayed, was conveniently disrobed by the rival.

The meaning of being completely disrobed in a fight is very complex for a girl. For most guys, I think it is not important, that is, the act of disrobing itself, but only nakedness. It is an instigating issue, to which I ought to return...

Finally, to put an end in the theme, a very efficient substitutive to hair pulling: the blonde here is displayed by hanging. Her proud black conqueror is loving it... 

Let's follow the macabre trend, changing the guillotine for the gallows...

Oh, gosh, I think I have to take a Lexotan...

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...

Les conséquences de la visite spirituelle de mon amie du Barry... encore...

Some months ago, I came across in the internet with an old and odd add, supposedly from the 1950s. It is for sure issued in some American magazine and is really and paradoxically funny, exactly because of its very lack of humour or something like that. It is a chauvinist joke, of course, once the displaying of a severed girl's head was intended to be the demonstration of someone's sexual conquest. "One of the nicest qualities is that they don’t talk back! Accurately modelled to three-quarters life-size of real gals and molded of skin-textured pliable plastic, these heads are so lifelike they almost breathe. Saucy glittering eyes, full sensuous mouth and liquid satin complexion, combined with radiant hair colours, give astonishing realism to these rare and unique trophies.”

Gosh, how disgusting...
And what a sense of reality..
Yes, sense of reality, because, I have to admit so, this sick, bad joke conveys a lot of meaning if contextualized in catfight and female wrestling environment - and, I dare to say, in woman's world (although I do not want to consider all the women's worldview as an only and one homogeneous thing). I do not know about all the women involved in fights, however I and several - and unsevered - girls I know would love to display in this way our victories, like a hunter does with his preys...

It is obvious that I am talking about a symbolic death... If the bitch under the winner's claws is adequately humiliated, she will feel like she has never been born... This happens because the loss of dignity and, sometimes, willingness, makes the defeated girl a kind of body void of real life.
Besides that, there is always the remembrance of the fight - a pleasure experience for the winner and an agonising one for the loser -, so that a severed, stuffed head will be always on display on the memory's wall! For example, in my memory, Miss Universe's and Miss Alley Oop's heads are at my disposal to be seen...

On the other hand, my own head is in Fatima's and Doña Lucrezia's trophy cabinets... Oh, Gosh, shame on me...

Personally, I would like to have my private trophy lounge gladly decorated with some dumb blondes' melons...

Oh, gosh, what a bullshit... but deeply profound thought indeed...
There are people who really understand the deepness of this truth. And, once it is undesirable to behead a bitch, a mask would solve the problem!

Well, it is illustrative of all we said today, but not really... really... how can I say?... breathtaking... like the trophy bellow:

What a female wrestler or catfighter would want more? After a camel clutch - the humiliating hold par excellance -, she gets the submission from her hot opponent, and, last but not least, put the bitch's face on display by hair pulling her. She is ready to say, like Perseu: "Here is the bitch. I defeated her!" Meanwhile, the lovely victim's expression says all about the humiliation she is compelled to endure...
Oh, I feel mon amie du Barry's spirit abandoning me... Never mind, tomorrow I will invoke her one more time just to complete my deep reflections on the topic.

What you have done, Madame du Barry?

I think Madame du Barry's spirit has played tricks on my, because I have been thinking in decapitation since the last posts. Oh, gosh, what a disgusting matter... However, since it has been hauting me, the best way of getting rid of it is to speak about it.

Well, once I am a philosopher by nature, lol, I intuit that beheading in catfight and female wrestling is related to... hair pulling! Oh, I guess that beheading is an unequivocal way to show that there is a real winner and a ultimate loser. It is a radical way to show it, it must be said. Since ancient times, a dead loser is a decapitated one. Perseus ans Maedusa prove it!

"Hey there", it seems that Perseus said, exposing Medusa's head - and his lovely dicky bird and beans bag -, "that bitch is really defeated and dead! I am simply the best!"

I am willing to bet that in all civilisations beheading the enemy is a kind of ritual . Even in the most unknown ones... We can see on the right side, for example, a female warrior in Africa holding her male head trophy... Well, well, well, I would really like to see a real ancient war between two female armies, however I am certain that a lot of head trophies would have appear after it, because, for women, happiness is a warm... gun?... Well, is a warm humiliation! It must be said, however: death was a good relief for the humiliated losers. After all, without consciousness, there is no feelings, meanings and all. The winner, nevertheless, were very pleased to humiliate the mere image of their foes... 

And although there was not battles between female armies to search for, the comics can show us the paradigmatic image of conquering: here we can appreciate the lovely Wonder Woman defeating and beheading hot Mera...

Let's see more of the gentle exchange of lovely gestures...

And this is the way children are introduced to our basic instincts, in which cruelty and sexuality are well mixed up. Oh, it is better than Peppa Pig and other politically correct disgusting stuff. And it is not strange or surprising that there was a man (an Aquaman, lol) between the hotties. Sex is live and death!

Uh, and where is the connexion between beheading and hair pulling? It is in the act of holding and showing the victim's head, of course. I am very tired, so I will comment this in the next post. Before that, let's enjoy a good hair pulling: "Hey there: I really defeated the bitch!"

Oh, gosh, the winner's expression is quasi-orgastic... And she has the bitch's top as an additional trophy... uhhhhhhhhhhhh... Let´s have a shower... 

Hairdressing and the sound of silence again

Por casualidad, I have just found in my files the two chicas of the last post. They were fighting each other again, and again we have the same winner and loser. This time, the sexy victim did not make contact with the beyond and Mme. du Barry's spirit. She is getting her thrashing in a very decent way, notwithstanding the lack of modest garments, lol...

By means of lascivious contacts, the girl under our Mexican Mme. du Barry manages to turn the tables and put our delicious victim in a camel clutch hold. And what a beautiful move, in slow motion itself, with the right of hairdressing cares. How sexy is a victim being pulled by the pony tail in a camel clutch, gosh!

It must be said: hair and related themes make me mad! And a lot of other issues, it is true... But the focus now is, once again, the hair, and, more specifically, the hair pulling, and, more specifically yet, the charming ways of hair pulling, which plays an important role in a scene of total domination and humiliation. I think that a good symbolic hair pulling is more humiliating than a common one, un tirante de pellos clasico, like the one bellow:

Very beautiful and sexy indeed...

However, I would rather a hair pulling plenty of symbolic meanings of humiliation and dominance, as I said above. I think that the hair is one of the preferred target for women in a fight, specially when they want to explicit their superiority over their vanquished opponents. It is a way to demonstrate that a prior proud girl is now metamorphosied into a kind of rag doll or garbage sac, which may be unceremoniously manipulated and thrashed.

I love to see the winner helping a bitch to be put on her feet. And the way a really winner does that is a good hair grabbing and pulling...

Oh, my, how sexy... And how about the black girl's glorious expression? In fact, there is a kind of quasi-sexual pleasure when one manages to dominate a bitch like that...

Well, I will be back to the theme, for sure. Meanwhile, let me enjoy again the silent long-haired girl of the antepenultimate post being put in shame, with her hair playing a pivotal role in it... First of all, an aperitif: the poor girl is twisted cruelly by her sexy opponent and, in the end, is put in an excruciating camel clutch:

How beautiful is the victim's hair as a component of the camel clutch scene, like a curling cascade... 

The skinny brunette will think twice now before challenging a bigger girl... Poor thing, she is put in sleeper holds, turning weaker and weaker until the last hold, after which she goes to Slumberland... In the middle of the video, we have an exquisite hair grabbing. Oh, Gosh, how poetic it is! Look at the victim's expression!

I must drink some water... But, before that, I will enjoy in slow motion this full of humiliating details in a mere hair grabbing. Oh, Gosh, why did the tormentor adjust the victim hand in that way? Mysterious! And the dessert is another macabre ballet performed by the poor brunette in a hangman hold...

I really need a drink...