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 - XI

- Well, I think our session is far from over. There are several things to report, including the final notes of this macabre encounter between Sancha and Kapitoline.

- The second out of a total of seven. Am I right?

- For sure.

- Well, it will take a long time. Let's continue...

- I confess, Mariane. I am fascinated and obsessed with the image of Sancha. I may say that I had a sexual relation with her in this occasion - and I will report another ones. I think that, since I saw her standing on her tiptoes in that barn, hanging alive, I can only make sex with her.

- "How could" you "dance with another, since" you "saw her standing there"?

- Is it a song? It seemed that you sang that...

- Oh, yeah, do you want to listen to it, or continue the report?

- Let's continue. After cumming, coming I heard Kapitoline...

- How poetic you are...

- Not at all. I am a coward. I hid myself behind a bundle of hay, and paid attention to the scene again. Kapitoline released poor Sancha from the noose, but kept her hands tied behind the back. She compelled her to go outside.

Kapitoline had prepared a cage as a "resting place" for Sancha, who was reluctant to enter there. Our cousin gently grabbed her step sister by the hair and helped her to take possession of her room for the night.

It was nearly night, in fact. Unfortunate Sancha slept there... I think that the poor thing was so worn out because of the beat down and the torture that she really slept tight in that cage... 

- After all, Sancha was a lucky girl. It was one of those terrible summer sweltering nights in our southern country, and sleeping naked was not exactly a problem. She was very uncomfortable, of course, because of the narrowness of the cage and the tied hands. Even so, she slept fairly well.

- Did you spend the night near her?

- I could not sleep...

- Hm...

Kapitoline kept her in the cage until the next day, at the hottest time of the day. Our cousin took care of her step sister by bringing a lot of water and some food. She herself fed Sancha, who was kept with the hands tied.

- Gosh, this girl is really insane. I can not wait to have this report over!

- Then, I will sum up: Kapitoline released Sancha and untied her. She gave her a piece of rope...

- For devil's sake, I can not stand another hanging scene!

- Be calm. Sancha was compelled to go to a sandy area, the ground of which was simply burning at that hour. The unfortunate girl could only hop to alleviate the agonising feeling on the sole of her feet. Kpitoline made her skip rope, and poor Sancha spent hours in that humiliating exercise.

- When the ground turned cooler, she collapsed, so worn out she was.

- Is it the end?

- Yes. Kapitoline was finally satisfied and went out for some days. Poor Sancha, after a long time lied on he warm ground, stood up and entered in the house. She locked herself for weeks in her room.

- Regarding your sexual problems, we can conclude that it was your first non-solitaire sexual experience, was not it?

- No. In our next session I will tell you how my "first non-solitaire sexual experience" was!

- Ok. I will wait!

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 - VIII

I understood that, to Benedicto, the look of a dominated girl was more powerful than a dominating one's. I also understood that the last report had hit him deeply. So, I decided to break the report and change for a while the topic.

- Do you think that Kapitoline got more furious and perverse after her coming back from her failed attempt to compete in an official MMA league?

- At least with regards to Sancha. That beat down involving the older girl, probably a coach, happened in my first year in the farm. Kapitoline was probably under eigthteen, although the other girl were probably between twenty-five and thirty years of age. I do not know if our cousin used to beat Sancha in that time, however my two reports here are related to the period after Kapitoline's return.

- You said that you witnessed seven fight scenes in seven years. Concerning the remaining five ones, did they occur after Kapitoline's return?

- Yes, all of them. It is probable, although not certain, that poor Sancha was a kind of easy target to Kapitoline discharge her frustration.

- Besides that, there was the probable pleasure of being humiliated, on the part of Sancha, and the fact that both of them knew you were peeping.

- Do you believe?

- Yes. There is nothing like an excited naive boy to a girl like Sancha. And there is nothing like a fearful boy to a girl like Kapitoline, who, I may be wrong, of course, is attracted to women.

Benedicto raised his eyelids:

- It is possible.

And, in order to keep his mind distant from Sancha, I made the frustration of Kapitoline go back to the scene:
- Do you know what happened in the two Kapitoline's matches in the MMA league?
- Well, she lost both, did not she?
- Lost? It is not too much to describe. She was thrashed, trounced, annihilated, destroyed, he-he-he...
- I do not understand your happiness...
Benedicto did not know about the beat down Kapiytoline had gave me, so that he did not understand my reaction before our cousin's fail in the MMA league.
I disguised and showed him the first file:

- Oh, she was so self-confident, she never figured out that that kick and those punches would be so effective...

- She had to go to the hospital, I suppose...

- Only for caution. I think that what most annoyed her was the need of help from the referee, and, of course, the cheering of the crowd, who had their scapegoat, immolated in a so spectacular way...

- Sure. Poor Kapitoline, it was very humiliating...

Sometimes Benedicto's naiveness touched stupidity. "Poor Kapitoline"? Well, I did not tell him that I was in the crowd and cheered too, for personal reasons...

- Let's see the second file:

- Poor Kapitoline, as you said. This time, she had to go to the hospital, where she spent a lot of time. From there, she had to come back to the farm, and the poor bitch Sancha had to carry the can... At least, she was a lucky girl, as she was so groggy that she could not listen the cheering crowd before the same scapegoat...

- You are a little ironic and bitter today.

- May be. But I am nice girl. I even visited poor Kapitoline in the hospital.

I did not tell all, however. I omitted the main part. Poor Kapitoline could hardly open the mouth and speak. I told her few sweet words and handed her a pack with pears.

- The ideal fruits to ill people - and I caressed her head - You will find a letter inside and two other gifts. Good bye, my angel - I kissed her and went out.

The letter: "My beloved Kapitoline. I am really sorry for your defeat - or should I say 'defeats'? I am sure that it was only lack of luck, my crippled little duck. Please, keep on attempting!

Please find in the pack the vibrator you once so gently offered me. I think that the good usage of this device will be a benefit for your recovery. I did not clean it, because I know that you will surely prefer using it impregnated with my odours.

There is a pen drive also, with a marvellous classical piece, proper to your state of mind.

Believe that your future is brilliant.

Your sincerely,

Mariane"

Well, I have to admit that I only had the courage to do that because I was just about to leave the country in order to have wrestling training sessions (oh, gosh, I could not imagine that I would met Fátima - oh my, my buttocks throb only with the remembrance...)

If I met Kapitoline again, I would probably be milled and packed to Neverland by her... However, I thought this re-encounter would not occur because of my plans... How optimist I am!

My cousin probably did not catch the meaning of Mozart's Requiem.

The seven-year bitches - VII

Few hours latter, we continued our confessional session:

- The second part of the fight - which culminated, as I have told you before, in the first hanging scene I witnesses in those seven years - took place on the bed.

- Sex!

- Yes. And not - at least under the conventional perspective.

- Then they have decided to continue the fight on the bed...

- Kapitoline has so. And put poor Sasha in a kind of painful and humiliating arm twisting, grabbing the tortured limb behind the back of her unfortunate step sister, who cried like a baby, begging for the the hold to be released.

- It is really a painful move. It is a hammer lock. Did Kapitoline have mercy?

- Not until the bed, to where he compelled Sancha to go, all trapped in that... hammer lock... and screaming like hell.

 

- I think, my dear Benedicto, that the art of humiliation is for few. Kapitoline is really a master. She beat Sancha, it is all right, it is humiliating enough. But she added shame on it. She compelled Sancha to express her inferiority, by crying, by the facial expression, and, mainly, by the forced obedience. "Walk into the house, I am ordering it, otherwise the punishment can be worst", she could tell to Sancha. And poor Sancha obeyed, what else could she do? Do you think that this set of features arouse you?

- Certainly, I am afraid that I am ill, that my sexuality is not normal.

- Take it easy and go on reporting, please.

- There were no looks at me in the way, but afterwards, the woman who looked changed: it was Sancha that looked at me.

- And how was that?

- Kapitoline put Sancha over the knee and lowered her pants to begin spanking her:

- In the middle of the spanking session, Kapitoline stopped for a while to fix the hair, and Sancha looked back, possibly trying to evaluate the damage on her poor buttocks...

 

- This scene, I suppose, have excited you. Otherwise you would not have reported it...

- Yes, I do not the reason why the scene is so... arousing - he closed the eyes and grabbed the dick over the pants...

- Mysterious fetishes. Go on rapidly, otherwise the disaster will occur before my eyes - I said, noticing the big volume under the pants...

- Oh, she stripped poor Sancha, who was spanked completely in the nude...

 - And at some time during the spanking, Sancha looked at me, while Kapitoline spanked her with a smile of pleasure. Kapitoline's non-spanking hand was holding Sancha in a so charming way, just below the tits, on the ribs... Oh, Sancha looked at me in a way... I lost control...

As he took his way to the loo, running like hell, I came to the conclusion that he had masturbated at the look of spanked Sancha and that set of mysterious fetishes, as Kapitoline's smile and grabbing hand..

  

The seven-year bitches - VI

- What was the reason why they fought?

- As I said, we lived apart from each other. However, once Sancha did not move out the farm - in reality, she still lives there - I suppose that that she played with her step sister a kind of cat and mouse game, playing she the mouse, of course.

- And she liked her role, that is, she was a masochist.

- Yes, and I think that both girls knew well about me peeping them all the time...

- Exhibitionism and teasing...

- The first time I saw Sancha hanging alive was terrible.

- Please, report it to me.

- The final act of the fight was in a barn, but all began at the pool area, near my window. I think that it was obvious that I was watching everything.
- What do you want to tell?
- I will be clear. Each time Kapitoline dominated Sancha, she looked towards my window. And the way she looked... well... the way she looked...
- "...was way beyond compare"...
- Yes - he said, not getting the quote - In the first hold, she put Sancha lying on the stomach, pulled the arms to place them on her thighs...
- ...and pulled the poor Sancha's chin, by clutching it.
- Yes. How do you know?
- It is a camel clutch hold, a classic move on push overs like Sancha - I said, omitting the fact that I myself had been a victim of Kapitoline's camel clutch - And I supposed that he looked towards your window, while in the top position... How sexy, ahn?

- Like hell! Poor Sancha, It seemed she was suffering terribly. Her expression said all...

- I suppose, it may be excruciating painful - I said (oh, what a cheek I am!)

- After this... camel clutch, ahn? Kapitoline punished Sancha with a classic move, by which the poor victim's is pressed in the opposite elbow area, while firmly locked:

- The mere thought of the scene makes my dick stiffened...

Oh, I should have taken his trousers off... but I restrained myself. Everything has its time... 

- Kapitoline really manhandled Sancha in this hold, as her poor step sister had the head pressed between our cousin's thigh and leg... Oh, you should have seen the way Kapitoline looked towards my window. I think you would understand better what I am feeling...

- Sure... and what else?

- After that, a move very difficult to describe. The victim, lying on the back, has the legs shaped as a number four, while the perpetrator passes her own leg through the number-four triangle and... I can not explain, the hold is a kind of lever.

- I understand perfectly, it is a figure-four leg lock.

- Well, the unfortunate Sancha paid for her sins in that torture... She begged for mercy, while cruel Kapitoline mocked her and laughed... at me!    

 - And finally, our cousin put Sancha to sleep by choking her...Always looking at me... Yes, I am certain that she knew well that I was watching the scene...

- That look...

 - Oh, that look - he said another time, as if he were going to faint...
- You know the way to the loo - I said, standing up and leaving the room. It was not the right time for me to catch him...