The seven-year bitches - XIV

Well, it was hard to keep calm while hearing my cousin's report, so that I managed that a bottle of wine was at our disposal in the beginning of the next session. This had been really effective to break Benedicto's inhibition barriers in the prior session, and it was good to me as well, for I had to stand him telling that dirty story.

- Let's go to Sodoma, my friend - I said.

- Ok - a red-faced Benedicto said (I do not know if this reaction was caused by wine or shame... or both..). - It is very simple: Kapitoline put me in a butter churner position and fucked me hard with a strap-on. An additional humiliation: she lubricated my ass with my own sperm fluid...

- Gosh, it is really amazing!

- In fact, amazing... and very painful... Would you mind if this session were shorter than the others?

- Oh, it would be great. It is hard to me to hear all of this as well...

- It was a painful session, in fact. After pounding my ass, Kapitoline sat again on my belly.

- Another handojob! Oh, gosh...

- I would have liked it. But no, He stated: "This will help you to keep your dick in peace for some time", and she grabbed my balls and crushed them unmercifully.

- Oh, my poor guy!

- After that, she stood up, grabbed me a leg and pulled upward the lower part of my body  until she could reach again my ballocks...

- Oh, dear, another balls smashing...

- Oh, yes...

- And then another one, with me standing against the wall...

- And without any support, next the stairs...

- And it was all.

- Had she finally mercy on you, I supposed.

- No, I simply collapsed...

- Poor guy. Life continues.

- Yes. Life got back to me hours latter. I was alone in my room. From this time onwards, I have never forgotten to lock the  door while masturbating.

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 - 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 - 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...

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..."

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - XIV

“Gosh, that butt is unforgettable” – he remembers this every day. At least one or two times a day, that butt is projected into her mind, as if he were seeing it in a power point presentation. “Oh, my”:

But butts there were more... He always remembering...
It was the early morning when they decided to go to bed… to sleep! Full of emotions, fights, memories, cruelty and sex, the day was very tiresome for both lovers. As well for the poor hoochie, who had got the beat down of her life and was transformed in an object to the lovers' delight.
- It is time to let the little child go out – She said, after which it was possible to hear a timid sigh of relief from the unfortunate girl, who had been convicted by her tormentor to a silent obedience.
She undid her artistic installation and made the hoochie crawl round the room for a while, grabbing her by the hair:

"Gosh, how alluring that behind was, while that hottie was in all fours..." - he thought to himself. After whipping moderately the bimbo...

...She compelled her to keep standing up and still, with her back to them:

- It is really a master piece – She said, reading inside him – It would be a pity if I allowed her to go without a live punishment… for you appreciate, my dear.
Saying that, She put the unfortunate hoochie on her knees and gave her a sound handspanking, followed by a paddle one.

Oh, what a lesson for life that poor girl was receiving! A lesson also for him, concerning the human condition. There he had a dominant woman putting another one into nullity, voidness and annihilation. She had reduced another human being into the condition of an object.
It was amazing. The rest of human dignity in that hoochie was expressed only by her moans of pain, or by the Pavlovian and so sexy leg kicking. Her pungent face expression was a monument of humiliation, pain and eroticism, saying to the world that she was suffering and owned under the claws of a superior woman. And he was the only and privileged witness of this lesson.

He was on the verge of an explosive cumming when She controlled her prey by grabbing her hair, whilst fondled abusevely her privates... 

It was the only time in his entire life that he ejaculated hands free, what happened before the proud eyes of his lover...

That really superior woman was a glorious and rare specimen indeed. He could not lose her…
The total annihilation of the hoochie and his own arousing state made him imagine or intuit that the submitted bimbo might have aroused too, as it seemed that her moans were a kind of mixture of pain and pleasure, expressing the enigmatic delight of being completely owned and put to total control under a guiding dominance, which frees her of the futile load of vanity and pride. The film seems until today to pass in his mind...

- Go away, last woman – She sentenced, after the last humiliating slap.
The hoochie insisted in the question, while crying like a toddler:
- Why am… I… a last… woman?
She patted her as if the bimbo were a pet:
- Go away, baby, and grow up a little bit. Perhaps Zarathustra might explain you…
- Does... he live... in Barcelona? - the unfortunate lassie asked about Zarathustra, while heading the door, massaging those splendorous buttocks. When she opened it, she asked naively:
- My clothes?
- Go away in your birth day suit, my dear – said She, pushing gently the poor bimbo into the corridor – Barcelona is well prepared to see you naked – and closed the door.
By the windows, they still could watch the naked and embarrassed lassie going out by the street, slinking alongside the walls:

"Gosh, that butt is unforgettable...". And he always rectify: “Gosh, that butts are unforgettable”. He also thinks that every day. At least one or two times a day, that butts were projected into his mind, as if he were seeing them in a slide show. “Oh, my”. The hoochie's one was the number one, her nude walking by a Barcelona street always finishing, in a more lasted time, the slide presentation... His ex' butt under the Mexican girl pose was the silver medal; and the avenger Japanese girl's one at the claws of her sassy ex deserved the bronze medal...

It must be said, only to register: notwithstanding being he almost dry, they made a last session of sex at dawn, before sleeping for hours…

PS: I miss my ex boyfriend and the moments we fantasize together all of these bêtisses. I played all the female roles, whilst for him there was only one male character... 

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - XI

He took more than normal time in the shower, since She had asked him for that - "time is necessary to prepare the best aperitifs, my love".

After a good time, then, he put a robe de chambre on his naked body and came into the room again.

Oh, gosh, what an aperitif!

Only in bra and pantie, She was waiting for him, while charmingly agitating a cocktail shaker, at the side of a rectangular, narrow coffee-table.

Instead of a traditional structure, nevertheless, the exotic coffee-table had his naked poor hoochie as the support for the tabletop. Being she in all fours, her ass was adequately highlighted, as the masterpiece of that alluring body it was. Additionally, her beautiful firm breasts, as well her carefully brushed glamorous hair, all pointed down, could certainly replace Viagra... 

His penis made its way through the robe de chambre and pointed to the ceiling, throbbing like hell...

She caressed it, while they drank their cocktails and, afterwards, they screwed as if they were in the last day of Universe...

He napped after sex... When She woke him up, She told to him:

- Go to bed while I prepare the dinner and... remove this table...

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - X

His balls were aching after so many remembrances. He must come home and make the hoochie pay high all those memories that made him horny. And, afterwards, invite her to face a catfight...

When he opened the apartment door, it was blocked by the safety lock. He found it strange, once it was not the hoochie’s habit. He had to ring the bell.

Gosh, what a surprise when he saw his lover laughing at him. Nevertheless, he immediately got conscious of the imbroglio:

- I am sorry – he said.

- Oh,it is all ok. Let me give you a surprise gift!

He was not really understand. Was it possible that She had not met the hoochie?

Coming into the room, he stopped astonished. His lover was really a genius. He remained open-mouthed before the scene for a while, walking to the right and to the left, approaching and keeping himself a little distant, just to appreciate by all the possible angles the spectacle.

Hanging on the wall, tied by the wrists and supported by the low buttocks crack, which was pressed on an almost invisible thick cylindrical rod screwed in the wall, his entirely naked hoochie had been transformed into a piece of decoration. The poor girl’s face was catatonic, albeit the uncomfortable position obliged her to lift her body by pulling it up with the arms.

- I do not believe…

Noticing that his cock was about to explode, She helped him to stripped the clothes, then She stripped herself and they made sex in front of this monument to lust…

- Take a shower – She said, after their reciprocal orgasms – I am going to prepare aperitifs for us…

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - IX

His ex remained rather depressive for a while. He became a little more polite and humble.

“Yes, a good beat down has its positive effects”, he thought, while stirring an inexistent coffee in the cup. He wanted to remain in that bar for more five or ten minutes just to remember the last match involving those two hot lassies.

“Oh, it was marvellous”, he spoke to himself. The waiter observed the man who had requested ice now speaking to himself and sighed deeply: “land of mad people”, and sang low “I don't want to stay here / I wanna to go back to Bahia”...

His ex-girlfriend come back to judo training and got some lessons with her mom and some of her companions of wrestling life. She told him that she needed some improvement in her fighting skills.

She recovered self-confidence piecemeal and, simultaneously, her sassiness and whimsicalness re-emerged. Then, it was a prepotent girl who received a new challenge - this time for a judo match. The smart Japanese lassie sent him again a letter asking for the fight, since, as she said, “in the last combat we ended practically tied”.

When he handed the letter to his girl, she could not disguise her surprise. “Practically tied?”, she asked in a quasi-Pavlovian reaction to the written words of her opponent. Then, she, as effectively as possible, tried to disguise her apprehension with a sick and nervous smile at him:

- Well, I think it is time to define, in a best of three matches, who is the better girl, is not it?

- For sure – he said, like a demon full of joy and lust.

The deviously astute Asian lass possibly had mischievous plans in mind; she proposed him as the referee.

- Why the hell you? – his ex asked, with an angered tone in the voice.

He was inteligente enough to respond inmediately:

- Because I am her friend and your boyfriend, that is, I am a person who is related to both of you…

- You will not interfere in the match… You can not…

- I promissed: no interferences! I do not understand you. It is only a judo match…

- It is the only reference. The rest is allowed. This girl is not so naive as you think…

- For sure. Neither is you.

All right. He thought she was afraid of being defeated and perhaps humiliated in front of him. But she was, at the same time, confident in the victory and in the posibility of annihilate her foe for him to see, with no need of recording.

The great day eventually come, Both kimono-clad girls went to the mat. In two minutes, the Japanese girl got a cinematographic ippon on his sassy ex.

- The winner – he said, raising the Asian cuttie's arm.

His girl went mad soon after being so humiliatingly defeated! She jumped to her opponent and tried to punch her in the face. The anger made her vulnerable. The Japanese hottie easily dodged the punch and neck-chopped his girl, changing the scene from judo to a karate fight; and then to a krav-maga combat, once she clawed his girl’s shoulders, pressing their nerves, what put the sassy fighter in a kind of paralysed state, broken sometimes with jittery spasms, while the girl’s face went catatonic, showing an involuntarily open mouth and semi-closed eyes.

Being released from the claw hold, the poor girl fell down to the tatami, laying semi-comatose on his back. The Japanese girl discovered his ex' tits and put her foot on the defeated girl’s chest.

Then, she smiled at me and made a pose victory. “I do not know how I could avoid a hands-free ejaculation” – he said relatively loud, what made a singular impression on the waiter…

Then, she stripped naked her dazed opponent, put her in a prone position, took off her own kimono pants and made her kiss her cunt, scissoring his poor ex' limp body.
- Lick my cunt, bitch, or I will kill you. And drill my panties with your tip of your tongue!

Gosh, the gentle and kind girl had been transformed into a devil. His scared girl licked furiously those panties for a long time, striking it with her tongue and making her tormentor cum galore.

After being satisfied, the Japanese girl stomped for a while her unfortunate prey's neck...

...and compelled his poor girl to walk to the garden, where she choked her to unconsciousness. She tied her prey’s wrists to a fence with her judo belt. Then, she put her kimono pants on again in order to make a reverencial tati-rei, comme il faut.

- Come here, in front of her – she ordered to him.
It was an order! They took off the clothes and made savage sex in front of his sleeping beauty.
His ex never said if she was conscious of this final act of humiliation.
I suppose she was, for they broke up the day after, without any reference to the fight… It must be said that this break up was, after all, quite surprising, once it was he who untied and led her to bed, gave her medicines and massaged her beaten sore body, after which she allowed anal sex…

The last registers of Psing-pour

It happened that the blonde girl felt resented from the attitudes of his brunette companion. She noticed that the girl was really loving the High Defensor and she concluded that she had informed him about the existence of the other convicted.
- You could have lied, bitch. You could have said that I was dead - she said one occasion in the mines.
- I am sorry - answered, full of fear, the cute brunette - I did not have the idea...
- You bitch!
The beautiful blonde was really resented. One day, in a muddy place, he had the opportunity of catch her ex-companion and really gave her a(nother!) beatdown.

Albeit the wardens were trained to break up fights between the convicts, they loved to watch the girls fighting. So, they intervened only when to poor brunette was severely thrashed.
As all the people in Psing-pour had the right to petition, the High Defensor asked the High Tutor the changing of the forced labour sentence of his loved brunette. He proposed that the girl could serve time at his rural property, working in agriculture, under the strict supervision of his wife. The High Tutor agreed, for "the guarantee of life of the convict".
The poor brunette suffered like hell at the hands of the High Defensor's vixen wife. She had to do the job of the animals, like pulling the plough...

...or turn the wheel mill... even in front of illustrious foreigners visitors...

Besides that, the vixen wife suspected of the real intentions of her husband and chastised the poor girl every time he supposed that they had had sex...

Oh, poor girl, she was punished many, lots of, millions of times...

The registers do not inform about the subsequent events in the life of our beautiful convicts...

End of the year... I will change my subject now. Enough of captivity fantasies for a while... The first post of the new year must be related to a really new subject. After all, new year, new life...

"Back to where you once belonged"

The High Tutor ordered, as soon as he learned about the escape, the capture of the two fugitives. The High Defensor of Psing-pour drew upon himself the responsability for the capture. He and his faithful squire took, in the main harbour, the fastest sailing friged, driven also by the rowing of fifty galley prisoners. The ship was permanently ready for warfare, and headed immediately for a natural rocky harbour near the connection between the mainland and the sandbank.
Meanwhile, the town harbour was kept under strict vigilance, in the case of an eventual return of the fugitives by that way.
The strong favourable wind and the whippings on the back of the prisoners made it possible to reach the natural rocky harbour twenty hours after departing. Through a large special plank, the High Defensor and his squire disembarked. The High Defensor mounted on a stupendous and huge horse, second to none in the skill of swimming through troubled waters.
The High Defensor and his squire, then, came into the sandbank at the very moment when the blonde fugitive was reprimanding her naked and beaten companion.

The two men soon found the weakened brunette. They recovered her, giving her water and food and, without any menaces, she told them all she knew, including the route of the remaining fugitive.
The High Defensor ordered his squire to seek immediately the blonde.
- Go and capture her. Go to the opposite point of the sandbank and make light signals in order to the town people send you a boat.
The squire went out and the couple (and the spectacular horse) stayed for rest during the night, in order to cross the ford in the early morning. In the middle of the cold night, the lovely brunette meekly asked for a cuddle, as she needed to be warmed. The High Defensor undressed himself and satisfied her prisoner.
The repeated acts of sex were a natural consequence... And love too.

The High Defensor fell in love actually, as did the captive girl. Nevertheless, he was an earnest and honourable member of the kingdom and had to keep apart love and state affairs. In the early morning, he put her prisoner on the croup of the horse and crossed the ford, which, ironically, was quite dry...
In the ship, the poor girl made the trip tied to a pole by the feet and with the hands tied in front of her - as ruled by the judicial code of Psing-pour. When they disembarked in the main harbour, the High Defensor knot the end of a rope around the girl's neck and attached the other end to the bridle. Then, he humiliated the beautiful prisoner, compelling her to march with the head blow at the head the procession that led her to the triumphal entry into the town.

The triumphal entry happened almost concomitantly with the equally humiliating blonde's arrival, which is a matter for another brief report.
After reaching the middle of the sandbank, the squire lost the traces of the fugitive. He was a very experimented man, who was able to find a mosquito in the dark with no lamp. Well, he had the means to make light, this was not the problem. The real problem was the intelligence of the fugitive blonde. Feeling she was about to be caught, she courageously went to the sea and swam a lot along the sandy strip. She managed to swim hundred of meters up and sidestream, having her shoes appropriately tied to her belly by the shoelaces (being she barefoot, the state of her feet would go badly and she could not walk fast). She was very strong and the labour in the mine had strengthened her muscles a lot.
She decided to stop swimming when she felt her forces going out. She had to reserve them to run to the ford and try to cross it. And then she did, arriving there few moments latter the departure of the High Defensor and the other captive.
She felt so happy seeing the ford almost dry! She seated for a while to take breath and go on, just at the right moment the squire, who had intuited the fugitives's maneuver, appeared in the distance. She tried to flee, but she was easily caught, due to her state of weakness.
The squire recovered her with water and food, put the remaining shreds of her clothes off, and tied her:
- We are going to rest a lot. Sleep tight, because we have to cross the entire sandbank. We are going in a couple of hours.
The blonde had no options but obey.
She pleaded him to keep her shoes on. Notwithstanding the strict code of justice ordered that prisoners should be kept stark naked, the squire took pity of that beautiful girl and stated:
- Ok. In this sandbank, I am the state: go on.
The idea of concentrate power made some stir in the squire's ego. Sometimes he addressed the blonde some humiliating jokes regarding her state, besides spurring her, by pricking her naked buttocks with a long piece of wood, of which end he had sharpened to use as a spear.

All of these humiliations infuriated the blonde, who noticed the joy of the squire in being the head and master of the sandbank. When they arrived to a spot to rest, she told him without any false voice tone:
- I am very horny. I must make sex with you.
The squire replied:
- No problem. Let's make it.
- I am tied - replied the girl - You must untie me...
The intelligent squire, perceiving the trick maneuver, added:
- Well, let's take these shoes off at first...
The blonde smiled at him and offered the feet to the squire, who undid the shoelaces and removed the shoes from the girl. Afterwards, he approached the sea and, with a move worthy to be in the Olympic Games, threw the shoes at distance into the sea...
The blonde went mad and cursed him...
- Oh, darling, do you want to be untied, uh? - and rapidly he cut the ropes, put her on his knees and gave her a splendid spanking.

The spanking made her really horny, and, against her initial purposes, she made sex with the squire and cummed like a doe...
Completely beaten and humiliated by the squire, she meekly got attached to a yoke, that the squire took from his sack of provisions and tools:
- Now that there is no rope and hope, you will have do wear a luxury necklace, hahahaha... - and she had to go on barefoot and in stocks...

After a pause for rest and another good amount of sex and humiliating cummings, they came back to the town. There was no need of light signals: the raft stolen by the girl had remained grounded in the sand. To an additional humiliation to the blonde, the squire tied her in a standing position against the raft pole, and this way, they triumphally reached the harbour, cheered by the public.

Her companion of crimes was awaiting for her in the docks. Both of them had their hands tied to a thick and large piece of wood on their upper backs and they were led to the presence of the High Tutor, in order to be sentenced.

Poor lovely girls... From the morning to the afternoon, they awaited for the sentence in a kind of pillory. They were chained and sustained only by a sharp piece against their privates. The unfortunate prisoners had to work hard her biceps in order to avoid worst damages on those tender and pretty areas... And a sharp rod tortured them all times they tended to lean against the pole, what obliged them to keep their back forward! 

The poor girls had already suffered galore when the High Tutor came into scene and proclaimed the sentence. The brunette girl was sentenced to be hung by the left wrist for seven times, for seven minutes each session, with a gap of seven minutes between each one. The first hangings deserved applause and ovation of the audience, once the disgraced girl struggled in vain, screaming in pain, and opened several times her legs to a full displaying of her privates to the audience. In the last sessions, she was so annihilated that she passed out during the hanging.

She was also convicted to an extra year of sentence time in the mines...
The blonde girl, as the leader, deserved a permanent branding mark on his right buttock. She was led to a room, where two female serveants of the state unmerciful and efficiently complied with the order.

She was also convicted to two additional years in the sentence time in the mines...