The seven-year bitches - XV

Well, I will stop for a while Benedicto's report of his period of seven years spent with those bitches. Deep down, I am just a fragile girl, so these crude reports, these hanging scenes, uh... all of this impressed me too much.

A few days ago I dreamt of Kapitoline: she was not applying me a mere camel clutch, but thinking in a much worst punishment. I was tied naked and she was about to leading me downstairs to a dark room, where a noose was awaiting for me. Oh, gosh, I almost peed in the bed...

Kapitoline had spared a ponytail holder on, despite of my nudity. What a macabre detail... The hair is always an obstacle to the traditional executions, from hanging to the beheading, passing by the electric chair. Bah, what bad things to speak about! Let's get back to our traditional catfights...

Things went  even worst: since three days I have been dreaming of me and other girls being hanged unmercifully. An ACDC song in the background, and I may say that my nerves went simply rotten...

 

 I know that is only a pit stop, but I need it...

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 - X

After the coffee-break, Benedicto told me the end of the agonising punishment that bitch Kapitoline had imposed on bitch Sancha.

-As I said, the first reaction of Sancha was a desperate foot dancing in the air. She realized instinctively, however, that the only way to keep alive was by standing on tip toes. The image of those feet in a so uncomfortable position is always in my mind:

- So charming sweet feet, with pink polished nails... - he sighed so deeply that it seemed he was cumming...

After a long pause, he continued.

- Poor Sacha was enduring a great suffering. Her beautiful neck was so pulled and pressed by the noose that it remained branded by the rope noose for weeks...

- At first, Kapitoline remained in the barn to appreciate her opus magnum. After Sancha finding her surviving position, Kapitoline left the place:

- I will come back soon - she stated - I will just prepare your... resting place...

- Uh, it was a scaring statement.

- For sure. Besides I had cummed recently, I had gotten a hard on again. It was a throbbing and painful erection... I was completely naked and...

- And?

- I decided to enter in the barn.

- In order to release Sancha...

- No, I was really very afraid of Kapitoline to do that.

- I can not understand this.

- I will explain in an ulterior session...

- Ok. Let's go, then!

- Well, when I entered in the barn, I came across with that amazing Sancha's look to me.

- Oh, "that bewitching glare"...
- Sure, but this time a kind of vacant look...
- Poor bitch Sancha, it is reasonable to figure out that she was very uncomfortable to send you another kind of look.
Benedicto seemed not to listen me:
- But the way she looked... oh - and he paused again...
- ..."was way beyond compare" - I quoted for the second time in our sessions that glad song.
Benedicto raised his left eyelid, not getting the quote again:
- Sure, beyond compare:

- I walked into the barn... She looking me... My dick about to explode...

- It might be brilliant...

- Shining. If the barn were in the dark, my penis could be a kind of torch...

I started getting excited.

- I approached Sancha. I would like that her mouth could suck me, suck my cock...

- Oh, my, it is getting hot here...

- I touched her hips and caressed gently her naked body... And when my hands reached her buttocks...

- Kapitoline came back!

- No. I exploded in a huge hands free orgasm! I only had time do grab my balls to add more pleasure, whilst my throbbing dick was working like a geiser!

- Gosh, I am trying to help you, but is getting difficult to chat continuously for more than five minutes lately. Let's get a break...

The seven-year bitches - IX

After the prior comments on Kapitoline's failure to become a MMA fighter, I invited Benedicto to continue the report. He told me that, after cumming before "that bewitching glare", he almost passed out.

- In reality, I orgasmed in a so intense way that I remained lying on the floor for minutes, in a state between dream and concrete reality, sleeping and waking... When I went back to reality, the room was empty... I ran like hell in order to discover the place where Kapitoline and Sancha were, and I was lucky, for I soon found them in a kind of barn. And there we have again our cousin dealing with her rope addiction!

- Oh, gosh, I suppose that she hogtied again poor bitch Sancha...

Benedicto looked at me surprised again, for I was referring to Sancha in a so disrespectful manner. His was so naive, my handsome cousin Benedicto... On the other hand, I am a very experienced girl, and I caught and deeply understood "that bewitching glare"...

- No, this time was worst, she was about to hang poor Sancha.

- As she had done with her older colleague a year or two ago.

-Yes, but this time he pulled the rope until Sanch was obliged to stand on tiptoes to not die! I still remember the expression of poor Sancha while Kapitoline adjusted the noose around her step sister's neck

 - Do you believe that Sancha was thinking that she was about to die?

- Perhaps...

I raised my eyelids slightly. Benedicto continued:
- In reality, your expression was very impressive when Kapitoline tested the noose before pulling the rope. After that desperate - and so sexy, oh - expression, nevertheless, Sancha seemed to be resigned to her fate and bowed the head. Poor thing, perhaps she was about to cry...

- And "make her mother sigh"...

Benedict did not get the quote again. The rock and roll music was not his strong point... 

- Kapitoline really tortured Sancha both physical and psychologically. She pulled and stretched the rope progressively and in steps. At each step, she asked her unfortunate prey something very humiliating.

- Could you give me an example?

- "Who is the bitch here?" for instance.

- And did Sancha answer the questions?

- All of them. I really did not understand the reason why. Hitting already she rocky bottom, why the hell did not she keep in silence? It would have been less humiliating.

- It is not so simple, There is nothing so bad that could not get worse... Remember that she was about to be... hanged! And while there is life, there is hope... and rope!

- Oh, yes, and at each step, a new question. "- Who is in charge here? - You"; "Who loves to be spanked by me? - Me"; "Would you like to answer 'yes, madam'? - Yes, madam". "You will obey my commandments, little girl, ok? - Yes, madam" .

- Uh, this made a shiver pass down my spine! It is really humiliating. When a girl is forced to obey another, she realy lost all her dignity... It is the total defeat. The last "yes, madam" was really impressive, once Kapitoline had commanded this answer only in the previous asking. So, it means that Sancha had deeply assimilated the feeling and the attitude of ultimate inferiority.

- And the rope began stretching to the limit - Bedicto continued, after a nod of approval -. At first, Sancha struggled a lot and danced in the air.

- Gosh, I am really scared! I am feeling as if I myself were been hanged!

- Would you like a coffee break?

- Sure, I really need some air... - I was thinking how I was a lucky girl, once I had escaped from that torture when I was at  Kapitoline's mercy... 

The seven-year bitches - III

After the coffee, Benedicto continued his report. He told me that Kapitoline, after sending again her colleague to Dreamland, stripped her naked and...

- To my surprise, she untied her. After regaining consciousness, the poor girl was hanged by the own hands of Kapitoline.

- Really, did she kill her? Why did not you call the police?

- No, the girl was extremely groggy indeed, but was well alive! Kapitoline held firmly the rope until her victim pass out again. I supposed that our cousin had contacted his victim to supposedly have some wrestling classes. In fact, the girl was clearly older than her, and looks like a teacher or something like that...

- Oh, gosh, our cousin is really sadistic, and I think she premeditated the punishment. After all, a rope with a noose is not a thing we had at your disposal at any time.

- I suppose so. The rope was prepared and ready in a living room, it was passed over a beam in the ceiling. And the view of that nude girl made me eventually cum... Oh, it rhymed... I confess that I finally stroked my dick, which exploded into a huge semen gush...

All these dialogues, roughly transcripted here, were part of the "psychoanalysis sessions" that Benedicto had with me.

Oh, I am not a psychoanalyst, of course, but the person of Benedicto's choice, because the poor guy had no courage to face a doctor or a psychologist. It could be said, then, that we are dealing with a kind of confession, during which he could listen to himself in a distinct way.

His sexual problems tortured him: "I am nearly thirty years old and I had only two sexual intercourses until now, notwithstanding the power that women exert over me."

Poor guy, he really needed a friend like me. I always felt for him a so special affection... and he was a so sexy guy... Oh, gosh...

- Death and sex. This is the Kapitoline's paradigm, I suppose, is not it?

- Yes, for sure!

- And yours! - I provoked.

- No - he stated peremptorily - Death is not an obsession for me. It is only a casual component to my sexual arousal...

- I understand. Could you point another one in this report?

- I will think about that. But it must be said: that poor girl did not die. After the hanging session, she recovered consciousness and went out as rapidly as she could do so..

- Yes, I think that Kapitoline won a catfight and lost a friend. But I had posed a question, had not I?

- Yes, and I am able to respond. When Kapitoline relieved the girl of the bikini, of which top she used to tie the poor victim..., oh, this really excited me.

- Did you cum at this moment? No, We cummed after that...

- I almost lost control, but I wanted to appreciate the entire fight - or session of torture...

- It must have been difficult...

- Yes, firstly for the powerful arousal, and secondly because I was scared to be found. At the same time, I longed for the orgasm while I wished it would come only in the final moment of that exciting scene.

- Are you not afraid of Kapitoline too?

- Undoubtedly.

- Well, I think we could stop here. Let me show you a pic.

I searched in the computer and showed a photo to him.

- It is really an arousing pic. Beautiful girls... and the victim is being tied with her own clothes... It turns me on, because the act of stripping an opponent is very humiliating. In our culture, nakedness is very ashaming. And the clothes, which serve to hide the parties of the body traditionally called as pudenda, help in this case to better display nudity.
- It is interesting that in Spanish we can call the genital organs as vergüenzas. Like in Portuguese too.
- Oh, privates in English...
Benedicto remained looking at the pic for minutes, while I searched for a movie scene I had recently downloaded and edited.
- See this, now...        

- Gosh, it would deserve an Oscar of Perversity. Unfortunately, the director had no notion about lighting... He spoiled the best part, when the blonde relieves the brunette of the top... and ties her (oh, how exciting) with the bra...

- It is impossible to edit this bullshit with our common edit tools, but I have found some pics, patiently restored by one catfight addict, probably...

- The bra ripping is really amazing, and the conception of the scene as a whole too. The performance, in general, is awful, it probably makes Orson Wells roll in his grave - he said.

- For sure. It deserves a remake, with good actresses and director... and a decent lighting technician, of course. The bra ripping really caught you, but the panties removal is also great. At least there were not shadows to spoil the party. I have a surprise to you:

 Benedicto was fascinated:

- May I copy the file?

- For sure - and he got it in his phone.

- May I go to the bathroom?

- Oh, have a nice time...

He remained long in the loo...