The seven-year bitches - V

Benedicto told me that the art of hog tying was well appreciated by Kapitoline.

- I did not know the name one could give to this kind of bondage, but I understand perfectly now. In the case, the victim is tied like a hog. It is a ultimate humiliation, as the human dignity is replaced with an animal condition, in which there is no desire and, therefore, no subjectivity.

- You are a philosopher...

- Oh, that is an overstatement, but thank you very much.

- Well, if Kapitoline used to hog tie, who could have been her victims? - I asked, feeling alleviated by the fact that my cousin had thrashed me without making use of bondage. In fact, the beat down followed by the masturbating punishment had been too mild...

- The victim - in the singular: Sancha, of course.

- Oh.

- I do not know exactly the reason of Kapitoline's obsession in beating and humiliating Sancha. I could witness only seven beat downs during those seven years...

- And how did you feel before the fight and humiliation scenes?

- Well, I felt in love again with Sancha, after a period of one year during which Kapitoline had caught my heart...

- Your dick, not your heart - I corrected him.

- May be. But only in a virtual way, unfortunately...
- Don't worry, time heals most sores, and I believe that you need yet some time...
- Meanwhile, can I tell the first time I witnessed a domination scene of our cousin over Sancha?

- Oh, por favor...

- After one year really in love with Kapitoline...

- In this period, if I am right, Kapitoline was competing in the amateur MMA local league. And in this same period you witnessed her trouncing that poor older girl, who ended up hanging alive...

- Right. After Kapitoline's attempt of wrestling in the professional league, she came back to the farm. And I suppose that she elected Sancha as her easy target.

"I had discovered that I could crawl and even walk with care in the space between roof and ceiling, through the three wings of the house. Having displaced adequately the ceiling hatch of the bathrooms where the girls used to take bath, I could safely look them nude...

- How many times did you do it?.

- Uncountable. Liters of semen, oh my... 

- And which girl made you more aroused?

- Both, oh, both girls...

Benedicto stopped for a while, remembering those naked bodies, I suppose.

- One time, to my surprise, I caught them quarrelling. Kapitoline was very angry because Sancha had spoken something that our cousin had considered inconvenient. They argued a lot, then Kapitoline beat Sancha with ease, stripped her and gave her an amazing spanking!

She was so stronger than Sancha that she put the step sister easily over her knee and did the work in a very sexy position. Let's say, in a kind of a raised knee style, whit the supporting foot on the floor and the foot of the bended leg on the edge of the bathtub...

- Uh-la-la, the poor girl was then in an very uncomfortable position!

- Sure. Sancha had no fixed support except her tormentor's thigh. She cried a lot, poor thing, swaying in that position and enduring the hard slaps...

He paused, as if he were seeing again the scene. And, after a minute or two:

- Then, she tied poor Sancha's hands behind the back, compelled her to have a mouth-soaping cleaning. She made Sancha approach the wash-basin table so that the breasts of her step sister remained pressed upwards by the table top:

- Gosh, that bitch knew how to humiliate another bitch! But, how about the hog tying scene, the triggering cause of this report?

- Oh, after a good mouth-soaping cleaning, Kapitoline finally hogtied the poor girl. Oh, my, I remember until now how she moved so uncomfortably on that bench on which Kapitoline made her lie. 

- Poor Sancha, how sexy she was in those agonising movements...

- And, the question that must be posed: do you help her to get free?

He bowed his head:

- I confess I did not it. I am a perverse guy...

- You are too aroused too think in sympathy and mercy...

- I have no pardon...

After these words, he left the room.  

The seven-year bitches - IV

This confessional session happened some years after Benedicto had left for good the wine-growning-farm, the house of which he shared with Kapitoline and Sancha for seven years.

He dwelled in one of the three wings of the big manor-house, whilst his cousin and Sancha resided in the opposite one. They lived independently of each other.

- We lived in reality apart from each other. I can count on the two hands the times we three met together, and on one hand the ones I met one of them.

Benedicto was devoted to Mathematics; Kapitoline, to wrestling; and Sancha, to Languages and Literature:

- Sancha was a very introspective girl. She worked all the day as a recluse in her bedroom, studying languages. She was very young (although she was four years older than Kapitoline), but she was considered as an outstanding translator. She was requested to translate into and from rare unfamiliar languages, like Armenian and the Kartvelian ones.

- Gosh...

- And she was very beautiful too...

- I know... - and seeing that he was probably thinking silently about the beautiful Kapitoline's step-sister, I tried to set the topic aside - We were talking about tying recently, were not us? What do you think about a good hog tying in a catfight environment... As a final punishment?

- Hog tying?

- Yes - and I searched in the computer just to show this to him:

- It is arousing like hell. The girls are really lovely, especially the brunette one. It is possible to figure out that she was depantsed by the blonde hottie. Oh, the pose is very sexy, we have an amazing butt glimpse...

- And what else?

- It is exciting to imagine that a girl can beat and humiliate another. And if she put the opponent naked, it is better yet...

- Let's see, then - and I searched for another pic:

- Help, I need some breath... Lovely butt (and tits, also), lovely feet pose, and what an expression of scaring while her slender tormentor does efficiently the work...

- A lovely scene, it is true. A tied woman is always exciting, but I think that the culture industry, at least in the movies, has explore it only under both an heterosexual approach and composition of the scene. Men are often the active elements...

- Oh, I really want to be an Amerindian to fall in love with that Apache... But what use is to fall in love if I can not... deeply love...

- Keep calm, my friend. The solution is at your hand... - I said so, but poor Benedicto did not catch the idea...

I continued, in order to wake her up from his state of dismay. Other areas of the culture industry, however, had a much more daring approach - like the comics, and the unforgettable Bionda:

- It is much for me today, Mariane... I really must rest for a while...

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...

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..."

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...

"Into our town the Hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame"

I hope the destiny of this blog keeps distant from the macabre. The last spirituals apparitions, however, have filled me with a morbid feeling.  The last pics in which a black girl pulls her white victim by a kind of necklace inspired me to talk about the hangman move - or other holds related to a good neck pulling.

Being an obvious fake hold, we have to keep in mind that a move like that is perfectly applicable as punishment potentiality of humiliation of which is not negligible. First of all, because the imposition of a hold like that needs a compliant bitch to be performed, that is, it is a way to force her to obey - and forced obedience, as I said somewhere, plays a paramount role in catfight and female brawling world. No one wants to obey a better girl, however, this is a Darwinian rule of the existence... Vae victis!

One of more memorable fights I have watched is the challenge between the petite, lean and beautiful blonde Zora and the big black girl Aziza.

Oh, Aziza is much more stronger than Zora, one of the sexiest girl in defeat, as I said once or twice . The fight was a kind of massacre, having Zora submitted ten times, lol! She passed in two opportunities, the first of them after a kind of hangman hold.

I edit the video below in order to show the best moments of the fall in which the hangman hold is performed. Zora had already been relieved of her bikini top by Aziza, and struggles in vain against the much superior black opponent, who puts the poor blonde in headlocks (making her tap dance charmingly), in a arm twist, and in two beautiful full nelson (the first of them on her procumbent victim), before the final move.

Poor groaning and moaning Zora has to come back to the mismatch: her expression after regaining consciousness is so pitiful... She seems to think: "Oh, gosh, this is a nightmare and I must return to it to this giant goes on trouncing me..."

Oh, how sexy these legs and feet are while performing this macabre ballet... Worth seeing again...

Some passiflora lanata? Or better, some bromazepan?

A cold shower instead...