"Life goes on, bra!" - IV

I prefer soft than hardcore. Regarding the current theme - bras going out, lol - the strangle step is quite violent - but all here is fake, of course, it is only fantasy, I know that... Even so, I would like a kind of... how can I say?... aesthetic approach... Hm, It is really difficulty to explain.

Well, all can I say is that the act of disrobing a bitch in a brawl is very impressive. Several times, the bitch loses control or élan while having her tits or privates exposed. I will discuss this more times, of course, as I am an experienced brawler on the winner and on the loser side - sometimes naked, lol...

I particularly love the match between a strong beautiful lady and a skinny silent long-haired girl of which I have already posted some pics and clips (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-vision-that-was-planted-in-my-brain.html). Now, the first knock out of the beat down is shown bellow.

In fact, the long-haired girl started the match with a bikini and a shirt on. She is put by her stronger opponent in a hammer lock and in a full nelson, which are the best holds to display a defeated bitch. The suffering and silent facial expression of the long-haired girl is amazing in this moves and when her lovely opponent, after near putting her to sleep, halts the move to...

...remove the loser's shirt and bra! The poor girl is so weakened to resist...

Oh, a toplessed victim is better than a full-clothed one! Then the move goes on and the sexy skinny girl visits Slumberland for a while...
"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da"...

"Life goes on, bra!" - III

Sassy girls learn a lesson only by punishment. If one beat down is not enough to make a bitch learn her place, the only solution is another beat down. It is the case of the hot blond lassie of the prior post and her much stronger older opponent: here we can appreciate the same moves, with the same women in the same place, with different outfits on. By the way, the top part of the young lady's one is lost during a boston crab hold.

We have again a final knock out in three steps. What is new? The vain attempt of escape and consequent rope punishment...

...and the replacing of "sunshine" with "sweetheart", lol, as the mock vocative...

 "Ob-la-di, ob-la-da"...

"Life goes on, bra!"- II

The same bagger and other younger victim. The move is different, but is essentially the old strangling with the victim's top... or bra! The loser here is beastly sexy, oh, my... - especially when grabbed by the hair...

After that, there was a knock-out humiliation in three times, with the right of waking up the sassy girl to more punishment. Uh, it is amazing! In the first part, the first knock out:

In the second part, the bagger sends her sassy younger opponent to Oblivion two more times, along with a lot of mockery ("Hello, sunshine, remember me?" is really amusing...). Oh, gosh, this hot girl, transformed into a rag doll in the final act, will never forget this humiliation!

 

"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da..."

"Life goes on... bra!"

Among the several themes that emerged from the report of my cousin Benedicto, one of them was the use of a piece of the victim's clothes as a kind of weapon. The top, the bikini top or, generically, the bra, is the most usual piece that plays this role. Benedicto got fascinated by the semi naked girl strangled by Kapitoline, who used the victim's top to asphyxiate the poor bitch. The pics below show two very similar scenes. In the first one, it is probable that the toplessed girl is going to Slumberland after being previously choked with the aid of her own top as a weapon. 

The second pic is better. The victim was already gone, and the expression of the winner is glorious. The poor bitch is visiting Oblivion with a beautiful pair of wide-spread legs, which leaves a lot to imagination...

The video below brings back that terrible fake-blonde bagger we find in a prior post (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/beautiful-imperfections.html) and who is second to none in the art of stripping and humiliating her opponents, especially beautiful young women. Let's see:

Being humiliated and annihilated some times did not leave me the compassion towards the poor bitches like this one. I am a true brawler, I suppose... and I add: a true female brawler admits humiliation in name of the possibility of inflicting it sometimes instead. Well, this is my case, and because of this I really like the humiliation scene above. The forced toplessing act and the use of the top to strangle the younger woman, the beautiful holds - especially the camel clutch, the claws and shoulder chop, the body slamming -, the facial expression of the victim, and her shameful moaning (pain is one of the physical substrates to humiliation!) that ultimately express the shame and suffering she is enduring. What a thrill - what lovely hair grabbings...
Well, I can not resist in posting other sequence of scenes of this beat down that culminates with a great backbreaker.

"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da..."

The seven-year bitches - XV

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

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

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

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

 

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

The seven-year bitches - 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 - XIII

After a few glasses of wine, Benedict felt better and began losing inhibitions:

- Oh, Kapitoline really beat out the shit of me! After putting me to sleep, she woke me up, and I notice two details: my hands were tied behind the back, and there was a noose around my neck.

- Oh, no, a hanging scene again!

- Well, this is a Kapitoline's leitmotiv,is not it?

- Ok. And your burrito, was it still hard?

- No, as I said. Kapitoline pulled the rope and forced my head up. But she was gentler with me than she had been to Sancha. I was not obliged to stand on tiptoes.

- How, so kind of her!

- She danced in front of me, turning the back on me and shaking the hips voluptuously - oh, she had a so lovely butt... My hose went hard like a rock. All of sudden, she turned to me and, as she noticed my boner, she stopped dancing just to approach me.

- Oh, how a bitch!

- She pointed my joystick and said: "what the hell is that?"

She kept looking at the erection a long time, smiling cruelly. She slowly put her top on, but in a so sensual way that it seemed that she was disrobing herself, instead of putting a piece of clothing on. 

- Those who are sexy, are sexy all the time... - I said quite enviously.

- She released me and challenged me to wrestle her: "Come on. Are you the man here? Then win a wrestling match and fuck my ass with this little hard wee wee. But, if I win, I will fuck you instead."

- Oh, what a good idea. lovely betting!

- But I was scared, although motivated by the possibility of fucking her. She was stronger, however, and dominated me again ease and rapidly. Besides that, a hard dick is a disadvantage to a male wrestler...

- I suppose so. There is a time to get excited, and there is another time to win a fight...

- Exactly. Kapitoline plays with a dead body and an alive piston.

 - The worst part: she humiliated me. I was completely worn out when she put me on her knees and spanked me hard. During the punishment, I rubbed my hard dick against her thigh and near cummed.

- Afterwards, she threw me on the floor, sat on my belly, grabbed my hard member, and gave me a second chance: "if you do not cum, you was free of getting screwed. If you cum, instead, I will fuck your ass".

- Oh, what a bitch. She did it only to humiliate you. It's obvious that you cummed.

- And rapidly. The way she stroke my love rod and pressed gently the the upper portion of my sack and groin... Oh, it was bewitching, to say the least. She looked like a professional of the art of handjob! I did not resist to her body, I caressed slightly her back and buttocks, and, when I was on the verge of cumming, I tried to stopped her. I tried to grab her wrists in vain, and I heard her saying "too late", laughing and mocking me, while I moved in despair my limbs, in a weird feeling of ultimate pleasure and sweet affliction. 

During the orgasm, she released for a very brief instant my yogourt gun, which was still spasmingout of control. I can not forget that...

- So do I. Let me invoke uncle Lacan: let's stop here and you will tell me about Sodomaland in the next session. It is me now who needs a glass of wine.