One cannot always win

Oh - how I wanted her. 

But she got away.

A classic hex.

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Supersluts & Superbitches: What to do with them?

So she is a superslut?

Or a superbitch?

What does she need?

She needs to be raped as raped can be.

And what should be her final defeat?

Sperminate her.

And why stop there?

Fuck her every singel day until she gives birth.

And as soon as possible after the birth, carry her away to the mattress again.

Miniskirt and no underwear forever.

Exept when inside the fuckshack; there she can be always naked.

Any man who wants her, he takes her.

Fucking is her life now.

She IS just fucking.

Forever.

And that is exactly what fate that superbitch on the photo got.

She became my seventeenth fuck and my third sexslave.








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Bellypunching

Strange as it may sound, bellypunching is a common fetish.

But much more so often, it's pure tactics.

Besides the lesser known pussypunt, the bellypunch is the first choice for a knockout blow.

A  bellypuch is more than a match for most females.

But some tougher ones, often prostitutes, may need some follow ups.

Aftenwards you may easily have your way with them.

Any way you like it.

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Ebonies

Ebony women have a little piece of every other women on earth.

Bitchy, but not as bitchy as asian women.

Crave childbirth, but not as craving as desi women.

Weak to lesbianism and substance abuse, but not as weak as blondes.

Short tempered and dominant, but not as pronounced as gingers.

And ebonies tend to be very proud and cocky as they mature.

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Gingers

Gingers are pretty much like blondes, but in average more short tempered, more dominant, and smarter.

They make exellent wives and mothers, but they demand a strong man, who really knows how to handle her.

Gingers are not for boys, only for real men. 

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Blondes

It is very often undercommunicated that most blondes are actually good and caring women.

Good nurses, caring mothers, and nice wives.

Blondes are docile and polite women, and loyal and true to their men.

The only problem with blondes are...well...blondes that are a problem.

Compared to other women, a higher percentage of blondes are lesbians, drunkards, sluts, drug addicts, and nymphomaniacs.

She on the photo was all that, and more so a millionaires daughter.

She was, unbelievable enough, still not fucked on this outdoor party, and I pretended to drive her unconscious ass home to daddy.

And so I did, but not without stopping the car, mounting her intoxicated body in the back seat, and giving her three quick salvos vaginally.

My sixteenth fuck can hardly be called a rape at all.

She actually drugged herself out cold.

And she did not protest me with a single word.

I rolled her into a warm blanket, and delivered her home.

Just as a true gentleman would do.

She gave birth nine months later.






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Desi

The word 'desi' evolved from the Sanskrit term 'desh', which stands for country. With time its usage shifted more towards referring to people, cultures, and products of a specific region .

Desi women dresses prim and proper as a rule, and in general dress much better than the females in for example Europe.

They make good wifes and mothers, and they like spending all their on days on cooking and cleaning, as absolute all women are supposed to, just as nature intended.

They get easily pregnant, and are very fertile. Desi females goes around pregnant almost anytime. One child in the belly, and one in the cradle, at all times, is the rule.

Their only weakness is that they crave sperm and childbearing so much, that sometimes they go around without underwear and shake their booty, and this is, as we all know, an incitement to unfaithful sex. Things like that cannot be tolerated.

She on this photo above, was a good woman really, but she had so strong sexdrive that she went around without underwear, and she were sending out sexy looks with her eyes, and was smiling "take me" to all the men and boys of her village.

We grabbed her, carried her off to the bed, stripped her, bound her spreadeagle to the bed, and enjoyed her body for some days, the good oldfashioned in-out, and loads of impregnating cum pumped deep into her cervix. She sobbed and nagged "no" the entire session, but her eyes could not lie. She maybe did not like the fucking itself, but she was overwhelmed by her breedinginstincts every time a new load of babymaking slyme was deposited inside her.

For every load of semen she got, she jerked her tearstained eyes, and moaned deep and long between the sobbing and nagging.

"Uuuuunngghhrrrmmmmm..."

This my fifthteenth fuck made me envy that man that finally got her as his wife.

She gave us happytime and sexytime, a good woman, when only tamed first.

After days of fucking and sleep deprivation, she started drooling uncontrollable.

She finally rolled her eyes back, only the white parts visible, her body shaked, and she started a long deep rattle. La Grande Finale.

"Rrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrggghh - uh" - and she passed out.

And so her lesson was over, she had learned it well, and I know for sure that she married some lucky man soon after she was able to walk again, not crawl, as she did the first days afterwards.

Yeah, a tamed woman is a happy woman.

And myself, I was only passing throu the area, and took my time to help some local friends of mine, busting this raga muffin of the village, yeah, I really like to help people, that's just me alright.

I'm helping people out.






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Asians

I love Asia, and I spend a lot of time there.

Some for business, and some for pleasure.

And if possible, a combination of both.

I love the asian people, and I have over the years developed a deep respect for the asian male.

Wow, what these mates has to endure and keep up with.

Because there is nothing as bitchy and strong willed, as the asian woman.

The typical asian woman is absolutely not a slut, but a true bitch.

A superbitch really.

She dresses slutty thou, only so to drive you mad with lust, and then turn you down, with a mocking added to it.

The asian female are difficult to get married to, and even worse to get sex from.

Even the whores are cocky, and the asian male surely has a hard time in his daily life.

Even in marriage they tend to keep their legs crossed.

But flashing thighs are made for spreading.

Miniskirts are made for fucking.

Nothing under means that "no" is not an option.

And had the asian male never stood up to this female dominance, asia would never have been so densely populated.

Luckily there is some justice in this world, and from time to time a bitch gets what she needs and deserve.

She on the photo was my fourteenth fuck.

Nothing advanced, just an intoxicated bitch, prancing around commando,  who got herself a powerquickie in the alley.

Her cunt was dry at first, but it soon got wet from all the sperm we slammed inside her.

We had her one round vaginally, took this picture of her, stripped her, had her one round anally just for being such a cocky bitch, and then took her two more rounds vaginally, to ensure pregnancy if she had the right time in her fertility cycle.

We then laid down a garbage can sideways, put her upper body into it, only her naked spreading thighs and her spunkdripping pussy visible.

We shuved her own lipstick up her ass, called an ambulance on her own cell phone with a "please call me back" added to it, and shuved her own mobile phone up her vagina.

As we ran away laughing and cheering, we could hear the sound of "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?" with Rod Stewart, playing again and again, as the ambulance tried to call her back.

Now this is what I call bitchbusting.

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Marauding Maggie

He left the secret lovenest, just as I was about finishing a hotdog before going home.

It was one of the truly godsendt opportunities that so all too seldom appears.

Obviously an upper class man, and obviously cheating.

I heard the giggling bitch inside taking her goodbye kiss with him, closing the door.

And she locked the door ... dammit ...

But I decided to wait.

If I was lucky, she'd live somewhere else, and as it turned out, she was.

She too was obviously upper class, and obviously not interested in someone knowing about her cheating too.

She did not order a cab, cabdrivers cant be trusted to be silent, and she started walking the pavement.

As I approched her she turned around, with a selfsecure attitude, obviously used to bossing people around, and she asked "Do you know who I am?"

She was standing there with her bare legs and thighs spread, like a queen, and in a short awkward moment I was just staring back, wondering what to answer her.

I answered her, as true as it was.

"No."

And as sure as I did not know her, as sure her feets left the pavement when my kick knocked her perfect with my shoewrist right into her cunt.

She got herself a liftoff, and her shoes high heels broke when she landed, still standing.

Before she could fall I gave her another real footballers kick, this time hitting with the tip of my shoes toe, right into her cunt.

To my surprise (or maybe not) she did not have underwear on her, and my shoe dived wrist deep into her pussy, and I had to drag it out by force.

I had put her lights out.

I then stole her key to the lovenest, and dragged her inside, locking the door.

There would most likely not be any interuptions for a long time.

The lovenest was equipped with hand and foot chains, and I stripped her and chained her spreadeagle, and ballgagged her, still only the white in her eyes was visible, and she was drooling.

I stripped myself too and started cockslapping the bitch.

There was no reaction but some provoking moaning.

Even when gagged up, it was provoking me to hear her whory voice.

I held my cock up to her nose, and the smell of good olde fuckingtime seemed to wake her up.

"Uuuuunnngghh!" she mumbled, and I instantly felt an intense rage.

"YOU will be fucked now" I said. "Bitch!"

I took one final look deep into her provoking bitchy eyes.

And then just thrusted my entire cock into her cunt of all my power.

Balls deep into that worthless filthy cunt.

"Uuuurrrrgggghhh" she moaned into the gag, and I felt just furious.

I started one of the most intense powerfucks I have ever done.

"How dare you speak?!" I yelled to her while poking her vaginally.

I really wanted to crush that pussy, really destroying her.

"Silence! You stupid woman! I'll fuck you!"

Everybody knows that rapeworthy women dont deserve having cloths on, dont deserve having their say about having sex or not, and dont deserve being heard in general.

"Take THAT! And THAT! And THAT!"

And this bitch seemed damned proud too - I would cure her for that.

I went into some kinda frenzy, and had three giant sized loads of cum into her.

The sperm must had gone right into her cervix, or maybe even deeper.

Sperm vaginally is really some kinda magic.

They all seems to break when they are sperminated, and this one was triple loaded.

The bitch was in shock and awe, tears dripping down her cheeks.

She was shivering like she was freezing, and she was pale.

I removed the ballgag and kept on fucking her more slowly, while looking into her defeated face.

"Admit you're a whore! Confess! Confess it bitch!"

She nodded her head.

"Speak when spoken to bitch. I wanna hear it. What are uou? You're a...."

She sobbed and whispered "...whore..."

"I dont need to hear anything more from you bitch, but your name, so what's your name?"

"Margaret" she sobbed.

"Well I'll just call you Maggie, and now I know who you am."

"You're the cockiest nextdoor slut I've ever put to place."

I then put her gag back into that sluthole in her face.

"I dont need to hear anything more from you bitch."

"Your silence would do just nice."

After the fourth load into her pussy she seemingly fainted.

I loosened her chains and rolled her over.

She did not move when I assfucked her, not even moan.

But I still fucked her till I had my cum into her ass too.

I like thinking about them waking up with itching and sticky sperm inside their rectum.

When I was absolutely sure she was down and out I laid her on her back again, removed the gag, and throated her with my sticky and sloppy cock.

She did not react to the facefuck besides her gagging reflexes.

Some puke and saliva bubbled out her mouth alongside the sperm.

Twitching fingers confirmed that this one was really outfucked bigtime.

After shooting the fifth load down her throat I laid her on her stomach again, draining her throat enough so she should not suffocate.

While she was throatdrained I amused myself with assfucking her once again, and then shuving a broomstick deep into her asshole.

She really looked like some gal that could be riding a broom.

I then rolled her over on her back, still with the broom jammed deep into her ass, chained her spreadeagle again, and fucked her vaginally one final time.

After all 7 is a witchy number.

I finally shuved a opened Coca Cola bottle into her snatch, making sure that it went into vacuum, so it would be difficult to get out again, and the soda would also be bubbling inside her cunt, making her humiliation and defeat even greater.
I then shaved of her hair, shaved away her eyebrows, and pissed on her, and left her.

I left her with the comforting thought that since she was chained up, this would be exactly the way she would be found too, my thirteenth.

Yes that bitch really pissed me off, I can assure you.

But I let her get away with her insults easy.

I was mercyful.

Good for her that she was only a nextdoor expensive and cheating wife, and not a politician.

I just hate politicians.






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Deep Moaning Blues

I was very lucky to approach her just in this nice position.

She had already undressed herself for the night, and she was bending over, not seeing my swift advance.

I grabbed her just like a bear, with both arms around her from behind, and lifted her onto the bed before she seemed to comprehend the situation.

I have experienced for a long time that those lightning attacks give me a short window of opportunity, to get them on their back with myself on top of them, before they understand what is about to happen, and sometimes mobilize resistance.

And I attacked her buck naked, as I always do when possible, to further add to the shock and awe effect.

I prefer having them bound, but I've also learned that a quick salvo of sperm inside their vaginas makes them some kinda docile. So I held her hands by the wrists, and pumped not even one salvo inside her, but I kept on on the same erection, giving her a second swift salvo.

A well proven tactics can never be used enough, and it worked this time too. My internal sperm worked like magic, and she laid there in surrender, while I handcuffed her hands spreadeagle to each bedpole. I also bound her legs spreadeagle, to deny her the choice of lifting her legs up in the frog position to ease the streching from the pounding I had planned for her. 

She had already began getting a little bit paler.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I told her.

She looked up in my face, bewildered and confused.
I stared right back at her.

"Who owns your pussy now?" I asked

Then I was watching her last little molecule of defiance vanish from her soul, as I looked her deep into her eyes, all pride being replaced with despair and the blues. I love the blues. And I put on some music, yes blues, that I've brought with me for this longtime session.

I never gagged her, because I knew I would have her all alone, and any screams she cried out would not be heard by anyone other than the two of us. And a gagged mouth cannot be kisssed, and I wanted to kiss her. This gorgeous divorcee was just too good to be left alone in that house, and I would even taken my time in jail for having her, not that I would ever get caught, but I really still would find it worth it.

Mature women always get so baffled when you kiss them on their mouth.
They never expect that to happen, and when a deep kiss is combined with a finger up the ass while the pussy gets load after load with sperm, they almost every time starts to drool.

My catch was no exeption, she drooled too, but best of all she was a true moaner, even so a deep moaner.
Screamers have their charme, but nothing compares to the extacy of having a longtime session with a true moaner.

"mmmmmmggh - mmmmmmggh - mmmmmggh"

Her deep moaning voice was perfectly suited to the blues music, with that tone of shame and abandoned hope. And some shorter "uh-uh-uh" when she got her hickeys on the breasts. Yeah, those boobs was very good  for biting and sucking I can tell you, and words cannot describe the wellness I felt by just feeling her. Feeling all of her. Her bare skin. Her legs, her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, kissing her, squeezing her, fucking her, filling her up, hopefully impregnating her.

I was only planning to put her to place when I first decided to have a go at her, but after this heavenly treat, I just couldn't let her go anymore. I'm not perfect after all. Thou I try. I changed my mind on letting her go afterwards, and abducted her to my rapecave instead. Making her one of my favourites.

I wonder if she did see this comming when she divorced her man? Probably not, but divorcees often are so very short sighted. Anyway she had it comming, bitchy as she was, and she sure got me cumming also, time and time again.

She'd make a good mattress, a good whore, and a good mother.
Even if she refused to do her womanly duties at first, that was how she ended up at last anyway.
Them deserving divorcees.

Karma?

She've learned a great deal about sperm and effect by now, giving birth multiple times.

My twelfth fuck and my second sexslave.

And she've learned a great deal about The Blues.







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How Shagman became Shagman - The True Story Behind The Legend

She got herself a surprisefuck in the parking garage.

The cunt had been punted, the belly was punched.

The mature bitch passed out, and the youthgang had their way with her.

Nothing complex, just the oldfashioned in-out in-out.

A classic powerquickie on a public place, shagging in great haste.

Suddenly some nervous kid shouted out that he heard a car was coming, and everyone ran away in panic, exept me who was still on top of her and inside her, pumping away. She was completely fainted, so I did not need any help holding her, and I completed the fuck with an internal salvo with my cum. I then took this photo of her, and intended to join my comrades, who was already fleeing the building, taking the stairs.

But I just could not take my eyes of her, lying there so sexy.

That oozing sperm, that ginger bush.

That bare thighs, that bare legs.

Even when she was unconscious, she strutted those boobs.

Her entire body and soul was a great insult to my feelings of both right and justice, and I just could not follow my better judgement and run away. I just could not leave her. Not just like that.

"We're not done yet!" I said, and mounted her again.

"You wont get away so easy, you cockteasing bitch!"

Her cunt was like a quagmire from all that sperm and fucking, and it started to give away those farting sounds, as I pumped her once again. I did not care anymore if someone came around now, I just could not resist the urge to give her another load, no matter the cost.

"Silence woman!" I yelled.

In retrospect I see the irrational about shouting at a unconscious female, but I just hate them being heard, even the fuckingsounds, and I feel it as a personal insult to me.

"Yeeeeeah! Take THAT - you filthy slag!" I triumphed, as my load just exploded inside her cunt, probably shooting my sperm right up into her uterus. I firmly believe that some sperm even came out her mouth from that mighty salvo, but them more sceptical fellows, may say it was probably her drooling.

Anyway I realized, lying there happy on top of her, that nobody actually was coming, it was just the two of us and no other present at the garage. My comrades had abandoned me, so I felt no obligation to contact them, and I discovered that she had a car key.

I stripped her, and laid her nude into the trunk of her own car.
Her cloth and stuff I laid in the frontseat beside me, and I drove off the parking garage with all my loot and booty.

I could already then sense that this was the start of something good.
As I drove her fancy car, I threw her cloth and shoes out the window.

"You wont be needing that." I whispered.

"Not anymore."

I found her adress written down, and a remote controll for a cargate, yeah, the woman was probably stinking rich too. I just hoped she lived alone, and as it turned out, she really did.

I found it out much later, when I got to better know her, but she was a former prostitute.
She had married herself rich, and then divorced the man, and since that lived all by herself in a gated property, with no immediate neighbours. The property did not have any alarm, but it had a solid wall with electrical barbed wire on top of it. I could not have been luckier.

All I had ever wanted was a fancy car, a house of my own, a giant bed, and a sexy broad bound into it.
A moment ago I had nothing of it, and now I suddenly got it all. And to my own surprise, there was no interference to my new life. The divorcee had practically isolated herself, and nobody ever contacted her, or asked for her. It was all just like winning the lottery, bigtime.

This place became my very first rapecave.

She became my eleventh fuck, and my very first sexslave.

My first and still my best.

Once a whore.

Always a whore.

She also believed she was beyond her childbearing age.

I proved her wrong.

I firmly believe that those females who dont become pregnant when fucked, just do so out of pure defiance, and that they all should all be fisted if they dare doing such stunts like that.

I had to fist her both vaginally and anally, yeah, I even had to doublefist her vaginally.

But at last she surrendered her uterus, and even prayed crying to God for making a new life growing inside her.

I just love knocking up grannies, it's the ultimate victory and conquest for me, and the ultimate surrender and submission for them.

For the rest of my life I never had to sleep on a mattress alone.

Every night I have Granny, nude and bound spreadeagle under me, or some other broad.

I sleep on top of them, with my cock plugging them, so the sperm stays inside them.

If I wake up at night, because the broad moves or moan for example, I fuck her again, and fucking her is the last thing I do before I sleep, and the first thing I do when I wake up.

And I have put Granny's money to good use.

The mighty Shagman would never have been a reality, had it not been for that granny fortune.

I have my shagmobiles, my shagcaves, and even my shagsuits, all because of her.

She became a late bloomer.

She was a worthless and wicked whore for almost her entire life, but finally she became a force for good.

In many ways I was born by her.

Shagman arised on top of her.

I was only a little boy.

She made me a man.

A real man.

Shagman.






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Britney, oooh, Britney...

The virginbitch is long gone.

Even the glamourslut is gone.

She has shagged around with countless men.

And women too.

She became a millenniumwhore in very young age.

She's fucking more or less 24/7

And not for the money.

She just likes it.

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