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Surrender



   By Ed Rider



   When Patty selected her roommate, she had no idea that the roommate
would try to get into her pants.

   Halfway through the first semester of her junior year, she was wishing
she had selected the sophomore boy who had a high grade point average and
was on a full scholarship for engineering.  But she saw how he had looked
at her, and when he told her he had never shared an apartment with a woman
before, she quickly eliminated him.

   Later she realized that she should have been more comfortable with it,
because it happened often.  She was a striking woman, even without paying
much attention to her hairstyle and makeup.  But she wasn't comfortable
with her facial beauty and amazing figure, including huge breasts and a
solid behind that was as round as a volleyball.  Even though she weighed
160 pounds, it was distributed on her 6 foot 2 frame in a way that made men
stare and women envious.

   Gia, a teammate, seemed like a more sensible choice of roommate.  When
they talked about cleaning, groceries and other apartment matters, they
seemed to be on the same wavelength.  When Gia asked Patty if she had a
problem with her entertaining her gay girlfriends, Patty said, of course
not, and told her she was between boyfriends but planned to eventually
bring home a date now and then.  Both girls promised to give each other as
much notice as they could when they were hooking up.

   Although Patty was a fierce competitor in the heavyweight category, her
unusual stature made her reticent and self-effacing when she wasn't on the
wrestling mat.  On the other hand, little Gia, who weighed only 105, was
feisty and aggressive 24/7.  That didn't bother Patty, who usually gave in
when there were differences about anything.

   There was only one thing Patty wished she had known before they moved in
together.  Gia liked variety, and what got her most excited was seducing
straight women.  A few weeks after they began living together, Patty found
out that Gia wanted her.  By that time, it would have been a major
distraction from the wrestling team and her classes to make other living
arrangements, so Patty decided she'd suck it up and find a way to endure
until the school year was over.

   It began with them sitting around one night and talking about love life
challenges.  When Patty shared some of her unfortunate experiences with
boys who were either intimidated by her or who used her to show off, Gia
asked her if she had ever dated women.  Patty said no, and even her bad
experiences with men hadn't ever made her think of that.

   Gia told her she should be more open minded.  She said that from what
she could tell, there were only two kinds of women: lesbians and bisexuals.
Lesbians were the ones, like herself, that would never have sex with a man.
But every other woman could and often did switch back and forth easily from
men to women.  She mentioned some celebrities who had done that as
examples.

   The conversation was just a mild difference of opinion until Gia bragged
that she could satisfy Patty better than any man ever had, and she should
at least try it once.  When Patty said that the idea was repugnant to her,
Gia got angry.  Patty tried to apologize and tell Gia that she hadn't meant
to insult her, but Gia ended the conversation abruptly.

   Patty tried to make sure that there were no more conversations on that
subject, but Gia did the opposite.  As the weeks went by, the compliments
from Gia flowed like wine, especially about Patty's body.  She found ways
to praise Patty's body in imaginative and sometimes extremely graphic ways
that usually included explicit detail on what Gia could do for each organ
or gland that would drive Patty wild.

   Patty had heard similar stuff from guys, but Gia was more blatant and
crude than any boy she could remember.  Patty knew Gia was using the same
strategy of alternately wooing her and mentally raping her by putting
sexual imagery in her mind and trying to wear her down.  It didn't work
because Patty honestly had no bi-curiosity.  She had always had close
girlfriends, and they often kissed and embraced, and she loved many of them
fiercely, but they never turned her on like men did.

   She became angry when she noticed that Gia's campaign was making her
self-conscious when she was with her girlfriends.  When they embraced and
kissed, she found herself thinking of Gia and wondering what her friends
were thinking.  She hated herself at such times and wondered if her friends
could tell that she was conflicted.

   The second thing that angered her was when Gia said that only someone
who was attracted to women could be a good woman wrestler.  She told Patty
it was just like men who became priests so they could get to young boys. 
That really got her worked up.  Sometimes, those words came to her in
practice, and she would get so aggressive that her teammates and coach
would try to calm her down and tell her to save it for the match.  She was
upset that she seemed to be losing her perspective and becoming more like
Gia, who was always overly combative.  She resented that the coach and her
teammates were used to Gia and gave her more slack.

   Gia guessed that she had caused Patty's sudden change in temperament,
and she told Patty it proved that Gia was right.  Otherwise why would Patty
get so worked up when thinking about gay sex.  She told her that just like
straights, lesbians weren't all the same, and Patty had first fooled her by
being so placid when she wasn't competing.  But now she realized that Patty
was like her, and she liked rough sex.

   Gia said she enjoyed dominating submissive girlfriends, but what really
drove her into a sexual frenzy was the chance to lock horns with another
bull to see who could force the other to submit.  Even though she was
small, she was so strong and athletic that she could take on much bigger
girls and totally humiliate and degrade them sexually.

   She told Patty that she was often scared of what the bigger women could
do to her.  But the fear supplied her with so much adrenalin that she
always prevailed.  She said that in many ways, these encounters were like
wrestling contests, except no one was watching and no holds were barred. 
One time, she told Patty, "You will be my biggest sexual conquest ever, and
just the thought of dominating and mortifying you is making me come right
now."

   After hearing that, Patty stormed out of the apartment and had to walk
back and forth in front of the library a few times before she was calm
enough to go in.  Even then, it was hard to concentrate on studying.  She
realized that something had to be done because she couldn't take much more
of this.  Her grades were turning into garbage, and she was in danger of
losing her athletic scholarship.

   She managed to avoid being alone in the apartment with Gia for a few
days, but the next time they were together, Gia took up where she had left
off.  She told Patty that she got turned on by watching a website for
lesbian humiliation wrestling.  The girls wore skimpy bathing suits and in
addition to getting points for the usual takedowns, reversals and so forth,
they would also score if they were able to fondle their opponent and finger
them in the vagina and anus.

   "The contests are pretty wild," said Gia, "especially because some of
the wrestlers get really upset with the fondling and fingering, and
sometimes big girls like you lose to small ones like me because they get
too distracted by the fingers.

   "The only thing I don't like is the stupid thing at the end of the
match, where the winner puts on a strap-on dildo and gets to rape the
loser. Mostly men watch the site, and I know they do that for the men.  Who
needs artificial penises?  I can do much more damage to you with just my
hands and mouth and feet and the humiliation would be much more devastating
and exciting.  "

   "I'm sure you would love to do that, Gia," said Patty in disgust. 
"You've got it all figured out, except for one thing."

   "What's that?" said Gia.

   "Motivation," said Patty.  "You're all ready for such a disgusting
match, but there's nothing you can say or do that would interest me in
something like that."

   "How about if I promise that if I lose, I'll never bring up this subject
again?" said Gia.

   "How about if I'm so stupid that I would believe that?" said Patty. 
"When we were talking about being roommates, you never mentioned part of
the deal would be sexual harassment."

   "I prefer to call it courting," said Gia, "but I didn't lie to you.  It
never came up.  I would have been happy to tell you that I found you
attractive if you had asked.  I checked you out thoroughly before I decided
to share the rent with you, and I figured you did the same with me. 
Everyone on the wrestling team except you knew exactly what I do."

   "If you checked me out, you knew that I wasn't interested in gay sex,"
said Patty, "but that didn't stop you.  Anyway, forget about your horrible
idea.  How could I ever trust the word of someone who thinks it's right to
do what you're doing to me?

   "But when I was walking back and forth in front of the library the other
night, I was thinking that I've let you manipulate me into not being
myself, and I need to take back control.  I haven't figured out what I'm
going to do, but at least I know there's nothing more you can do to me."

   "That's what you think," said Gia softly.

   "What was that?' said Patty.

   "Nothing," said Gia.



   Patty was surprised when Gia stopped coming on to her after that.  One
day, she told her that she had gone onto Patty's computer and set up the
lesbian sex wrestling website for automatic logon with her membership
password so that Patty could look at it whenever she wanted without paying.
Patty told her that would be never.  After that, Gia said nothing, except
she occasionally asked whether Patty had looked at the site.

   For a month, things were quiet, and Patty was able to study, practice
and relax with friends.  There were even a couple of boys who came into the
picture who didn't seem to be either intimidated or obsessed by Patty. 
Then all hell broke loose.

   Patty had noticed one of her friends had dropped out of the group of
eight that always did things together.  Then another friend stopped showing
up when they got together and stopped calling.  Patty made a mental note to
get in touch with both of them when she had some time.  She had been close
with them since freshman year and loved both of them, so she hoped nothing
was wrong.

   She found out there was something wrong when Trixie called her and said
that she was thinking about buying a knife and coming over and cutting Gia
into little pieces.  When she stopped being hysterical, Trixie told Patty
that Gia and seduced both the friends she had been concerned about, and
then discarded them like garbage.

   "I can't understand it," said Trixie.  "We all knew from you what a
witch Gia was.  How could they have fallen for her?  And the worst p[art is
when I called the others before you, two of them were much too quiet after
I told them.  I'm worried that they might be her next victims, if they
haven't fallen for her already.  How is she doing this?  Why is she doing
this?"

   "I don't know how, but I do know why," said Patty.  "It's going to stop
today, but Trixie, I need you to somehow get the whole group together --
everyone -- and we have to help each other, especially Gia's victims. 
She's the devil in human form."

   While she was waiting for Gia to come home, Patty watched videos on the
humiliation lesbian wresting website.



   Once Patty agreed to wrestle, Gia changed from a seducer and a tormenter
into a friendly partner.  Everything was about cooperation in arranging the
match.  When Patty got moody during their discussions, Gia reminded her to
save all her attitude for the match, which is what Gia said she was doing.
The only thing that mattered right now was making it happen and doing it
right, and as far as she was concerned, they were teammates until the night
of the big show.

   The most important thing for Gia was giving it a name.  One of her
friends came up with Unconditional Humiliation.  Gia said the name was
important for marketing.  That's when Patty found out that there would be
an audience.  Gia said that the winner would get $21,000 and the loser
$9,000.  She figured out how to get 100 chairs around the mat in the
practice room, and she said she was charging $300 admission.

   Gia said that for all that money, they had to put on a good show, and
she insisted that Patty get a makeover, which she would pay for, and show
up on the mat with plenty of makeup and a fancy hairdo to look great for
the audience.  She said the only people who were getting in free were the
referee and the two women videographers who would be following the
wrestlers around the mat.  One of them would be shooting close-ups.

   That's when Patty found out there would be a video.  Gia said there
would be other cameras on tripods shooting from above and at mat level. 
The footage would later be edited professionally.

   Patty objected strenuously to both the audience and the video, but Gia
said that the audience reaction would stir things up and make the match
more like a real competition, and that nobody would be able to clearly see
anything from the seats except bodies moving and facial expressions.

   As for the video, it was for Patty and Gia only, and Gia was paying for
the whole thing from a trust fund she had inherited from a wealthy maiden
aunt.  Patty still wouldn't budge until Gia gave in and said that Patty's
friends could take possession of all the cameras after the match, and Patty
would upload the videos onto her computer and then destroy the originals.
Later, she would find a way for Gia to watch the videos without being able
to show them to anyone else.

   Patty told her that each of the 100 spectators would have to agree to be
professionally scanned and, if there was any question, to have a full body
cavity search.  Any smartphones or video devices found would be immediately
deposited into a toilet in the women's locker room.  Gia agreed and said
she would pay for the security technicians and renting the equipment.

   Speaking of body cavities, Gia informed Patty that both of them would
get two full cleansing enemas, administered by a nurse, in the dressing
room, and then just before they entered for the match, they would get a
massive enema of lubricant.  "That serves two purposes," Gia explained. 
"One, when I put my hand up your ass, it will protect you from tearing. 
Two, that lubricant will start leaking once we start, and it'll turn the
wrestling mat into an oily pit.  We'll be sliding and falling all over the
place, and that's going to rev up the excitement."

   The rules were simple.  If either of them kicked, bit, punched (slapping
and spanking were OK), gouged or did anything that might break a bone or
tear tissue, such as bending fingers or toes or pulling jaws apart, that
person would forfeit the match immediately, get no money and be held down
by the opponents' friends for 10 minutes of spanking, fingering and
anything else.  All other moves were allowed.

   Both were not allowed to change their bodies in any way before the
match. Each of them had long hair and a large pubic bush, and they couldn't
shave anything.  To make it easier for the opponent, they had to wear loose
athletic shorts with an elastic waistband and no panties and loose T-shirts
with no bra.  They would be barefoot.

   Patty objected to the braless provision, and Gia pulled up her
sweatshirt and said.  "Look, they're not watermelons like yours, but
they're bigger than grapefruits.  If we're talking about advantages, should
we compare weight?" Patty dropped her objection.

   The winner would be the first woman to get a complete hand, up to the
wrist, inside either the vagina or anus of the opponent.  But to make it
safer, the match would proceed in steps.  The first round would end when
one of the two of them got one finger into either location.  The next round
would be two fingers and so on, through four fingers.  Each of them would
have to go from one to four before they could start trying to get the whole
hand in, but the rounds would only end with the first person to get to the
next number of fingers.  The one behind would have to try to catch up
without getting a break in the action.  Once someone got to four, that
person was free to do anything, and if she got her hand into either the
vagina or anus, it was a pin, and the match was over.

   But if both of them got to four fingers before the pin, the winner would
have to be two fingers ahead.  That meant if someone had a fist in the anus
and the other had a fist in the vagina, one of them would have to have at
least two fingers in the second hole to win.

   If it was four fingers to four fingers, there would be no more rounds.
The fight would continue until there was a winner.  "If that happens, it's
down to conditioning," said Gia.  "Which one of us will get tired first?"

   The last thing Gia insisted on was the strangest.  "Once one of us has
four fingers inside her opponent," she said, "each of us will have four
friends come to the edge of the mat and get ready for the pin.  As soon as
the referee sees that one of us has won, our friends will make sure the
loser doesn't do anything to the winner."

   "What's that all about?" said Patty.

   "Well, say you win and you get your fist into my vagina, " said Gia, "I
might be so angry that I'd forget the rules and, if I had a chance, I'd
shove my fist right into your anus while you were unprepared and rip you
open.  You know how I hate to lose."

   "You're lying," Patty said.  "That's not the real reason.  But I can't
see anything wrong with that rule."



   I'm already humiliated, thought Patty as she walked from the dressing
room wearing a shiny gold robe next to Gia, who was wearing a silver one.
She had just expelled two full enemas, and now she felt pregnant because
she was bloated from all the lube that had been pumped into her anus.

   As they entered the gym, the audience whistled and cheered.  She didn't
look around, because she told her friends she didn't want to know which
ones would be so foolish as to spend $300 on a temporary lapse of sanity.
But she had a feeling all of them were there to make sure Gia didn't pull
any dirty tricks on her -- and out of curiosity.

   The audience seemed disappointed when the robes were taken off to reveal
the girls wearing jogging shorts and T-shirts.  Gia leaned over to her and
whispered, "Damn.  I had a feeling that was a mistake.  Next time, it's
going to be sexy swimsuits."

   Next time?  thought Patty.  What is she talking about?  This was
probably the biggest mistake of her life, and it was never going to be
repeated.

   The female referee made the introductions.  Gia had shown Patty the
script for her approval.  It was full of hyperbole and double entendres,
and Patty was happy that she had been mortified by it more than a week ago
rather than hearing it for the first time today.

   It was designed to stir up the audience, and they were certainly making
a lot of noise.  She heard some familiar voices shouting encouragement to
her, and she shuddered.

   She thought about her strategy.  She was confident because even with a
colon stuffed with lubricant, she was strong, flexible, fast and
experienced.  She was runner-up in the regional heavyweight division last
year, and this year she expected to win.

   She knew that although Gia was strong, her muscles were no match for
hers, and that her experience was about the same.  Her only advantage was
that she was faster because she had a lot less weight to move.

   She thought it would come down to desire and mental agility, and she had
no idea which of them had an advantage.

   Once Gia showed what she was capable of with her girlfriends, their
relationship had altered.  She felt that she could deal with Gia now,
because she understood that she was a kind of sociopath who was like a low
order of animal species, closer to hyena and buzzard than human.  You
didn't try to relate to a buzzard, you just protected yourself by any means
necessary.  That's why her revenge motive was gone.

   No, she guessed that until the adrenalin of the contest kicked in, like
it did when she was in a collegiate match, her attitude would be that she
had a job to finish.  Her satisfaction would be in getting the dirty work
done.

   The announcer finished talking, and the girls stepped to the center of
the mat and faced each other, and the whistle blew.  They circled each
other for a minute warily, and then Gia made the first move.  She jumped at
Patty, but not at her legs.

   She flew through the air, and although Patty put her arms out and ducked
away, Gia managed to deflect off her shoulder.

   Patty screamed, not because of the slight shoulder bump, but because on
the way down, Gia had grabbed handfulls of her hair with both hands and was
ripping her head to the mat.  When Patty's head hit the mat, Gia let go of
her hair with one hand and began slapping her face hard, then pulling her
hair.  Slap, pull, slap, pull.

   Patty stopped screaming, but she was in agony.  Slap, pull, slap, pull.
Finally, she lifted her hands to Gia's face and pushed as hard as she
could. As Gia went flying, Patty was sure some of her hair went with her.
She shook her head and tried to catch her breath, but Gia was right back at
her.

   This time she aimed at her right hip and flew right past her onto the
mat, but as she went by, her hands had grabbed again, and this time they
attached to the elastic band holding up Patty's shorts.  It stretched the
shorts open as Gia flew by, and then it pulled Gia back to her.

   As Gia's body was being snapped back, her hands began pulling down, and
the elastic never got a chance to contract around Patty's body, because it
was down at her ankles in a flash and her lower body was naked.  Patty was
in shock.

   Anything goes, stupid, she said to herself, as Gia put all her weight
into pulling at the shorts.  It was enough to rip the feet out from under
Patti and sent her to the mat as the shorts were torn off.  She landed on
her back, and Gia flew on top of her.

   But she wasn't there for long.  She quickly slapped Patty hard a couple
of times and then made as if she was getting away from her.  But all she
did was stand up and then sit down on her stomach hard.  Then another
couple of slaps, stand up, sit down hard as if she were bouncing on a
trampoline.  What was she doing?  Patty wondered as she tried to breathe,
and then she realized Gia's strategy.

   Gia had no chance at doing anything to Patty in a power struggle, so she
was trying to render Patty helpless by making her lose consciousness. 
After that, she could do anything she wanted to her, and the match would be
over in minutes.

   Slap, slap, stand up, fall down.  Patty realized she was already getting
winded.  She needed to do something.  The next time Gia stood up, she
rolled over.  Gia must have anticipated she would do this, because she did
the same hard bounce on Patty's back that she did on her stomach, and this
time she spanked her as hard as she had slapped her.

   Patty tried to get on her hands and knees, but her first attempt was not
fast enough, and Gia's body slammed her back to the mat.  This time,
instead of slapping her, she stuck a finger between Patty's rear cheeks,
found her anus and pushed.  Patty felt it easily slide in through the lube.
The referee blew her whistle, and Gia jumped up and went to her corner.

   Patty got up slowly as she heard noise from the audience, with some
people cheering Gia and the voice of one of her friends yelling, "Come on,
Patty.  Fight as dirty as she does."

   Although Patty's friends sprayed her face with cold water, she still
felt shaky as Round 2 began.  She felt like her mind was blank and she was
moving automatically.  She decided to stay away from Gia until her brain
cleared.  She also felt as though she wasn't as balanced as before and
tried to understand why.  Finally she figured out that it was partly
because the mat was slimy from the lube that had squeezed out of her and
Gia's anus while Gia was bouncing on her stomach and back.

   The second reason was because she had lost her pants, and the T-shirt
was no longer tucked into it.  Since the rules didn't allow bras, her large
breasts were now loose, even though she had worn a T-shirt a size too small
for some control.  Her breasts were flopping in all directions, independent
of where her legs were taking her, and it made her feel like she was
carrying extra weight, like a handicapped horse.

   As soon as Gia noticed Patty's lack of balance and how she was trying to
avoid her, she attacked.  Patty ducked her head to avoid another hair grab,
but Gia was grabbing for something else this time, Patty's T-shirt.  One
hand grasped it around the midriff and began pulling down, and when she
reached for that hand to free herself, the other hand grabbed the collar.
Then the first hand joined the hand at the collar, and suddenly Gia's feet
were off the ground.

   The smaller girl was swinging from Patty as if her shirt collar was a
tree branch.  Patty staggered and slipped and fell to the mat with Gia
falling on top of her.  Gia was at her face grinning at her, and she opened
her mouth to bare her teeth and opened and closed them.  She's showing me
she's going to bite me, thought Patty, but if she does, she'll lose.

   Gia lowered her head and bit and pulled with her teeth as Patty tried to
roll over on top of her.  But she wasn't biting Patty.  Then Gia shouted
with delight as Patty heard her T-shirt ripping.  Now Gia grabbed pieces of
the shirt where her teeth had ripped it with both hands and got off Patty
and pulled the shirt apart.

   As Patty stood up, she realized her breasts were now almost totally
exposed.  For some reason, this embarrassed her even more than the exposure
of her genitals, and she briefly covered them with her arms.  But as
confused as she was, she knew this would make her even more vulnerable. 
She looked down at her T-shirt in shreds and made her decision.  The
audience cheered as she quickly pulled it over her head.

   As she did so, Gia went for a leg.  She dive bombed to the mat right at
Patty's right ankle and grabbed it with both hands, then tried to stand up.
She didn't make it far before she slid back down, but she pulled the ankle
up hard enough to send Patty crashing into the oily mat.

   Gia let go of the ankle and quickly moved behind Patty's head.  She
didn't grab for the hair this time.  Instead, Gia's right hand lifted
Patty's head, and then her left arm quickly went across Patty's neck.  Gia
pulled the arm against her right shoulder and then leaned back.  Suddenly
Patty couldn't breathe.  Then Gia's right hand slapped Patty hard on her
left cheek three times, and she heard Gia speaking softly to her.

   "Listen, Patty," she said.  "I know this is a chokehold, and it's
illegal in every kind of wrestling because it's so dangerous.  But we
forgot to put it in the rules, and I realized it yesterday.  I knew you
wouldn't use it on me, but I need every advantage I can get.  If you resist
me now, I'm going to tighten up until you are almost blacked out before I
release you.  I'll make you so weak that the rest of the match will be easy
for me.

   "But I want this to be Unconditional Humiliation, not unconditional
choking, so if you cooperate now, I won't choke you.  If you agree, slam
your right hand down hard on the mat twice as if you're desperate.  There,
that was good.  Now listen closely and do exactly what I tell you, because
I'm not letting go until you do.

   "First I want you to sit up, and I'll get up and kneel behind you. 
Good. I'm going to work on your breasts a little with my right hand. 
First, I'm rubbing the nipples gently.  Watch my finger movement as I
caress them.  See how they're starting to respond.  I could have made you
come just by stimulating your breasts with my fingers and mouth, but you
never gave me the chance.  Now they're hard and ready for love.  This will
look great on the video.  Listen to how you're breathing.  You love it, you
bitch.

   "Now for a little discomfort.  I'm going to work your breasts for a
while.  My right hand is going to be grabbing, squeezing, lifting,
dropping, pinching, waving and flopping them as hard as I can up and down
so they slap against your face.  Feel free to scream or cry or say
anything. Just don't try to get out of the hold."

   Gia tortured her breasts for five minutes as her supporters in the
audience cheered, and the rest of the crowd sat in stunned silence. 
Through her pain and mortification, Patty thought she heard some crying. 
That's when she started crying, too, thinking of her friends having to
watch her degradation.

   Gia spoke softly to Patty again after she released her breasts.  "Just
one more thing before I let you go, Patty.  Bring your feet back until your
heels touch your ass on the mat.  I want your legs all pushed together into
your upper body.  More.  OK, that's good.  Now spread your knees, wider,
wider.  Now stay like that."

   Patty felt Gia's breasts pressing into her upper back as she leaned
forward, still keeping the left arm across Patty's neck.  She leaned across
Patty and reached out with her right hand.  Patty flinched as she felt
fingers in her pubic hair.  They weren't rough.  They were caressing her.
It made Patty squirm.

   "Yes, Patty," said Gia.  "These are my magic fingers that you rejected.
Do you feel how they're pleasuring you?  They could have been yours, but
you're a homophobe, so they're humiliating you instead.  Now I'm going to
reach a little further and stroke the lips.  I need to make you nice and
juicy inside because we didn't put lube in your vagina, and soon you're
going to have a whole hand sliding in.

   "Your lips have opened.  I can't see them, but the audience can and the
video can.  But I can feel the fluids flowing over my fingers like a
waterfall.  You're really a gusher, aren't you?  Referee!  Sorry, I had to
yell, but I want her to be watching more closely.  Now I'm playing with
your clitoris.  You are really moving down there.  Don't worry, I won't
make you come until you give yourself to me after I win today.  You can ask
some of your girlfriends how wonderful woman love is.  Maybe all of us can
get together one night and really go wild.

   "Now I've got four fingers stroking your wide-open vagina and the juice
just keeps on flowing, I could get all of them in right now, but that's not
in the rules, so instead I'm just putting two of them inside you now."

   The whistle blew, and Gia took her arm off Patty's neck and her fingers
out of her vagina and jumped up and walked to her corner.  Again, Patty got
up slowly.  She had her wind back, but she was so ashamed of her body's
response to Gia that she didn't raise her head as she walked to her corner.

   Trixie screamed so loudly at her in her corner that the audience heard.
"Patty, I'm gong to slap you myself if you don't wake up," she said with
her face right next to Patty's.  "Start using your brain instead of letting
Gia get into it.  Use your strength."

   But the next round was all Gia again.  Patty managed to pull off Gia's
shorts, but as she was struggling with them, Gia was able to reach around
and shove three fingers into Patty's anus.  Patty got one finger and then
two into Gia's vagina in the fourth round, but Gia got her hand under Patty
and stuck four fingers deep into her vagina and began moving them around
inside her.

   Patty yelled out and leaned forward to get away, but Gia's arm followed
her and the fingers continued to torment her until the referee came around,
saw the four fingers and whistled.

   "Tell your pussy to put the kettle on," said Gia before walking away. 
"Company's coming."

   This time Trixie was quiet.  "Patty, listen to me," she said.  "Don't
make this complicated.  You're not Popeye.  You're Bluto.  Focus on your
size and your strength.  You're Bluto.  She's Popeye, and she just ran out
of spinach.  You're Bluto and you're going to take her apart.  Now go get
her."

   Patty didn't say anything, but she nodded slowly to Trixie before she
got up.  She walked back to the center of the mat hulked over and swinging
her arms like an ape.  Trixie had finally reached her.  She told herself
she was no longer Patty the star wrestler who used her brains and quickness
to overcome opponents.  She was now Patty the brute.

   She knew that the only way Gia could win was to keep playing mental
games and using guerrilla tactics to hurt her body and tire her.  It was
time for some acting.

   She pretended she was still confused and trying to avoid contact.  As
they walked around, she waited for Gia to make her move.  When Gia went for
her hair again, she was ready.  She moved her head quickly away from Gia's
grasping hands, and she moved her body to meet Gia's and then put her arms
around her.

   "It's time to give you some love back, Gia," she said as she embraced
her.  "You're a tough girl, so you need some tough love."

   Patty was standing straight up and squeezing Gia to her.  Gia's legs
were off the ground and kicking wildly as her breath was forced from her
body and lubricant was oozing from her anus.  One of her kicks pushed
Patty's leg slightly, and it was enough to make it slip on the oily mat,
and she crashed down, but as she did, she made sure that Gia's body was
under hers.  Gia screamed as Patty squashed her like a bug.  But Gia was a
cockroach, and she kept on struggling as Patty got on her feet again and
continued to hug her.

   Once again, Gia managed to kick enough that Patty fell, and once again,
she fell on top of Gia and knocked the wind out of her.  This time when
Patty got up, Gia's struggles were more subdued.  Patty put her down for a
moment and then grabbed Gia's T-shirt at the neck and gathered a bunch of
it in her left hand.  Then she lifted her left arm straight up and pulled
Gia into the air by the T-shirt, which pulled over Gia's breasts and
bunched up under her shoulders.

   For a second Gia dangled there, and then Patty started swinging her back
and forth like a pendulum.  There were some gasps in the audience, and one
of Gia's friends shouted, "Oh no!" They were sure Patty was going to work
up momentum and then slam Gia onto the mat.

   But that's not what she did.  Instead, each time Gia swung close enough,
Patty pulled her right hand back as far as it would go and then whipped it
around as hard as she could and gave Gia a vicious swat on one of her
buttocks.  The first one resulted in a loud scream of pain.  After that Gia
tried to hold her teeth together, but after each loud swat, there was a
gasping sob.

   After a dozen or so of these, Patty yelled out "Referee1" and when the
ref came closer she held up one finger, then lowered it below Gia's
squirming rear and lifted it into her crack and right into her anus.

   "One," said the referee.

   Then Patty lifted two fingers into the air and did the same thing.  The
three fingers and the four went into Gia's vagina.  By now Gia had
recovered from being flattened by Patty and was struggling mightily as the
four fingers went in.  But she didn't seem to be kicking or trying to get
away.

   Patty didn't realize what she was doing until she had withdrawn the four
fingers, and suddenly Gia was free and running away from her.  She had
focused on getting her arms out of her T-shirt.

   Now both of them faced each other naked.  Patty remembered that since
they were tied at four fingers, there would be no more whistles and breaks.
And the winner would not only have to fist the other, but also insert two
fingers into the second hole.  She thought about how to do that and then
decided to stop thinking, because the rest of the match would be determined
either by which of them made a mistake or which of them tired first.  Since
there was no longer much physical activity as they circled each other and
both of them were well conditioned athletes, she felt it was going to be a
mistake that would decide the match, and she was going to be patient and
wait for Gia to make it.

   Gia must have been thinking the same thing, but she decided that she
couldn't afford to wait so she would provoke Patty into a mistake.  She did
that by taking shots at her.  She would make a quick move in one direction
and when Patty reacted, she found a way to slap her face or her breasts
hard or spank her just as hard.  All four of Patty's cheeks and two breasts
were bright red and hurting, but so was Gia's bottom from when Patty had
administered the pendulum spanking.

   The painful slaps stung Patty, but she endured them without making a
countermove that could turn into a mistake.  Her main maneuver was moving
her head away from the flying Gia so she couldn't grab her hair again.  But
she did anyway.

   It looked like she was going for the breasts on one of her flybys and
Patty swung them out of the way, but Gia was reaching for something else,
and it was the thick bush between Patty's legs.  She reached in with both
hands and grasped it and then pulled hard in the direction she was going.

   Patty was unprepared for the excruciating pain in her sensitive area,
and she tried to reach Gia's hands and follow her at the same time to
relieve the pulling.  But her quick move made her slip, and she went down
on her stomach with a splash.  There was a thick layer of lube on the mat
by this time, and it splashed when either of them fell.

   Gia's momentum allowed her to pull Patty a short distance, or rather
slide her through the grease.  But she quickly let go of the public hairs
when she saw Patty was down and jumped onto her stomach.  This time,
instead of facing her, she was facing Patty's feet while she bounced hard
and tried to knock the wind out of Patty.

   She was causing some damage, but not as much as before, because Patty
was tensing her abs when Gia came down.  She knew she couldn't do this for
long, but it allowed her to think.  She lifted her head and saw Gia's rear
spread in front of her, because one of Gia's legs was on either side of
Patty as she rode her stomach like a bronco rider.  How could she get that
ass or vagina closer, Patty thought.

   And then Gia did it for her.  She moved her body back toward Patty's
head and lifted it up, then dropped right on Patty's face.  Patty had seen
this kind of facesitting when she had watched the Internet videos, and she
thought that it made the sitter vulnerable.  She was trying to figure out
how to take advantage of it as Gia was rubbing her vagina and anus over
Patty's face.

   Then Patty felt Gia's anus pushing against her mouth.  She tried to keep
her lips together, but her nose was also pushed tight into Gia's hairy
crack, and she couldn't get much air that way.

   Finally, she decided to open her mouth quickly to draw in some air from
around Gia's anus, but Gia must have felt it, it because as soon as she
did, Gia farted.  Lubricant spurted into Patty's mouth, and suddenly she
was gagging, coughing, gasping and crying all at once.  She had to start
swallowing quickly to keep from drowning, but Gia kept farting more and
more of it out, and it overflowed Patty's mouth and went up into her nose
and eyes and covered her face.

   She finally got her hands on Gia's cheeks and started to move them, but
as she did, she noticed that four of Gia's fingers were being pushed in and
out of Patty's vagina.  The pain from that overcame the disgust of the lube
from Gia's anus.  Then she felt something even worse.  Gia had tucked in
her thumb behind the four fingers and was now pushing her bunched-up
fingers hard at the entrance to her vagina.  Just as Patty pushed Gia's
rear off her, there was a tremendous burst of pain and she felt Gia's
entire hand enter her.

   The invasion made her crazy.  Her mind couldn't deal with it, and she
started moving her body around wildly trying to get this thing out of her
body.  But Gia had made her hand into a fist, and though Gia's body was
whipped around by Patty's movements, all it did was wag Gia like she was
Patty's tail and cause more intense pain as Gia's fist pulled at Patty's
insides.

   Patty finally stopped reacting and lay still, panting and quietly
sobbing.  The feeling she felt was more than pain.  It was humiliation,
disgust and anger, too.  Gia had slid away from her when Patty was whipping
her body around, and now Gia's arm was stretched across the mat from her
body into Patty's vagina.  She was breathing heavily from her body being
tossed around.

   Then Patty felt a slight movement of Gia's outstreched arm.  She
realized all Gia needed to do was move close enough to quickly put two
fingers into Patty's anus, and then it would be over.  What could she do?
She had to move quickly.  There was only one thing to do, endure more pain.

   She moved away and began pulling Gia with her.  She wasn't trying to
shake free now, so it didn't hurt as much, but every move felt like Gia was
going to pull her vagina inside out.  She had to keep moving, but where
could she go?  She looked around and saw that Gia was stretched out on her
stomach, far behind her.  Her rear was exposed but was nowhere within
reach. But that's my only chance, thought Patty.  I have to get to her ass.

   As she moved away from Gia, she began to circle around behind her, and
finally she got close enough to grab Gia's ankles and pull her closer.  She
got one finger into Gia's anus, and Gia screamed, and then two and three
fingers went in.

   The fourth wouldn't go in, so Patty used the same technique as Gia had
used on her, pushing the three fingers in and out of the lubed anus as fast
as she could and then trying to add the fourth.  She succeeded just as she
felt two fingers touching her anus.  Patty quickly whipped her rear away
and felt the stab of pain as the fist pulled at her vagina again.

   I have to balance, she thought.  I need to focus on getting my fist into
Gia, but I can't forget about my vulnerable anus either.  She heard Gia
call out to her friends to get ready.  Get ready for what?  She looked and
saw four of them come to the edge of the mat, kneel down and reach their
arms out.  She must have rehearsed them.  For what?

   Then Patty saw her four friends kneeling next to Patty's friends.

   So that's what it's about, she thought.  Gia must be frightened to death
of getting fisted.  She wants to make sure I'll be pulled off as soon as
she gets her two fingers into me.  Then she heard Gia speak softly.

   "Patty, my anus is in incredible pain," she said.  "I know you're in
horrible pain, too, but I didn't ask you to whip me around like that.  In a
few minutes, I'm going to get two fingers into you, and it won't hurt you
at all.  But then you have to pull those three fingers out of me.  It's in
the rules.  I told my friends to do anything, including biting and punching
you in the face to prevent you from getting at me after you lose.  From the
way I feel now, I know I'm in danger of tearing and major internal damage,
so don't forget the rules."

   "I won't forget," said Patty, "but you're wrong about the three fingers,
because -- there -- I've now got four fingers into you, and either you're
going to give up now and move so I can put my fist into your vagina or I'm
going to fist your anus, because I'm moving the four fingers in and out and
I'm starting to push.  You can feel it."

   As the fourth finger was added, Gia gasped and then screamed out, "No."
Patty was working away at her, but she realized she was in trouble, because
Gia had been right.  Her anus was so small, there was no way Patty was
going to get her hand in.  It was stretching a little due to the
four-fingers moving like a piston and opening slightly, but it wasn't big
enough for her whole hand.

   What could she do?  She couldn't just shove her hand in now because it
might rip Gia apart.  But she couldn't wait either.  She told Gia later
that was the last thing she remembered thinking before it happened.  Gia
suddenly screamed, "Girls!" and thrust two fingers hard into Patty's ass.
Her friends jumped up and raced toward them and were there in a second,
pulling at Patty.

   But in that second, Patty reacted automatically to Gia's fingers
bursting into her.  She thrust her cupped hand with all her strength into
Gia's anus, and it burst through.  "No!" screamed Gia, and then she
screamed at her friends, "No, get away, get away, don't pull at her!" The
eight girls knelt before the antagonists and looked at them.

   Gia's face was grimacing wildly, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. 
"Don't move, Patty, please," she said.  "You've torn something inside me."

   "But there's no blood," said Trixie.

   "Shut up, Trixie," said Gia.  "No, I'm sorry.  I can feel something
torn. I know I'm really hurt badly.  Please call an ambulance.  Patty,
listen to me.  First I'm going to make my hand as small as possible and
slowly pull it out of your vagina.  Then I'm going to get on my hands and
knees because that makes the anus looser.

   "Then I want you to make your hand as narrow as possible and pull out
slowly.  Don't stop no matter how hard I scream.  I'm sure the pain will be
worse than going in because I'm torn, but don't stop.  I don't know what
I'm going to tell the hospital.  I'll think of something, but I want your
hand out before they get here."



   "They told me they had never seen anything like it," said Gia the next
day when they visited her in her hospital room.  "One doctor said that
everything around my anus was shredded due to overstretching.  There was
plenty of blood, not from your fist, Patty, but from the operation.  They
had to cut me up in order to put me back together.  I'll be walking funny
for six months and remembering you every time I go to the bathroom for at
least a year."

   "I'm so sorry," said Patty.  "I can't believe I did that, because I was
just thinking that I couldn't do that.  When you stuck your fingers in me,
I don't know what happened, but it was automatic.  Believe me, I didn't
even have time to think about revenge.  Please believe me."

   "Of course, I believe you, Patty," said Gia.  "I've done the same thing
myself.  I get so revved up and into doing something to an opponent that I
do it even though I've already won the match.  Like you said, it's
automatic."

   "Well, I violated the rules, and I'm not going to protest," said Patty.
"So you win the match, and you can keep all the money."

   "No," said Gia, "the money was all for you from the beginning, but I
wanted you to think it was important to me.  I don't need it, and it was
really just to manipulate you into allowing an audience for the video.  So
next year, you don't need to have a roommate, and most of your tuition
loans will be paid when you graduate.  I'm still working on those."

   "What are you talking about, Gia," said Patty.  "Anyway, I guess I have
to put up with your offensive behavior now until the end of the year
because I lost, but I'm warning you that you better stay away from my
friends from now on."

   "And what are you going to do to me if I don't?" said Gia and glared at
her.  Then she burst into laughter.  "I guess I know what you can do to me
now.  Don't worry.  I won't touch any of your friends.  I promise.  And I'm
not going to be much of a bother, because I'm going to be busy."

   "Not practicing," said Patty.  "One of the assistant coaches bought a
ticket and reported us.  What a hypocrite!  Tell me she wasn't there
because she wanted to see the match.  The coach called me in today and said
we were kicked off the team."

   "Stop crying," said Gia.  "I'm the one in the hospital bed.  As soon as
they let me out of here, I'm going to tell the coach how I provoked you
into the match, and I'm sure she'll reduce it to a suspension and you'll
still get a chance to win the regionals.  She really likes me.  As for me,
I'm out for the season anyway."



   A month later, Gia walked into the apartment and announced, "We're
rich."

   "What are you talking about?" said Patty.

   "The video," said Gia.  "He loved it."

   "What video?" said Patty.

   "What do you think?," said Gia.  "The video of the match, of course."

   "Wait?" said Patty.  "How did--?"

   "It took my nerd friend all of 10 minutes to figure out your password,
and then we just copied your files onto a flash drive," said Gia.  "We
spent three weeks editing it and even dubbed in some music.  Wait till you
see it."

   "You didn't sell it to--?

   "Of course not, I promised you nobody would see it but you and me. 
Well, my friend who's in film school saw it while she was working on it,
but I made her do everything on my computer.  And of course, today I had to
show it.  But nobody else but us will ever see it again."

   "Who saw it today?"

   "This guy who owns dozens of porno websites.  He's one of the biggest in
the business and his headquarters are right near campus.  He went wild over
it, and he's agreed to give me all the start-up money I need for my
Unconditonal Humiliation website in exchange for exclusive licensing and
secondary rights.  He's going to use thumbnails and videos from my site all
over his sites.

   "He said I needed to tweak it a little more.  I told him, like the
competitors need to be wearing sexy bikinis?  He said, yes, stuff like
that, but he didn't want to change much because he's sure the crowd that
goes to the other lesbian wrestling site would soon come to mine, because,
as he put it, 'the humiliation is more organic and real.' And he said the
fisting freaks would also be buying memberships and there were almost as
many of them as the female wrestling fans.

   "I've already got some girls who were on the team last year lined up,
and we're starting to shoot matches next week.  I promised the coach I
wouldn't lure anyone off the team, but once they graduate..."

   "I can't believe you," said Patty.  "What about college?"

   "Did you ever hear of Bill Gates?" said Gia and laughed.  "Are you going
to help me with the site?"

   "No," said Patty.  "It's all yours.  I don't want anything to do with
it."

   "You'll be sorry," said Gia.  "You're throwing away a lot of money."

   "I don't care," said Patty.  "I'll earn my money another way.  Right
now, all I want to think about is school and practice and Dwight."

   "Yes, I've been meaning to ask," said Gia.  "How are things going with
Dwight?"

   "He could be the one," said Patty.  "I'm trying not to go too fast, but
I really think I've fallen for him.  I'm just hoping he's half as wonderful
as he seems to be.  Do you know that he first approached me at that party
because he heard rumors about the match."

   "What did you tell him?" said Gia.

   "The truth," said Patty.  "I wanted to see how he handled it.  A couple
of guys have gotten all weird when I did that, but he just thought it was a
great story, although not as good as the one he heard.

   "Yeah," said Gia.  "I've heard some wild ones myself.  I didn't think
there was any way to embellish what actually happened, but some people
managed to do it.  We're legends on campus."



   "Honey," said Dwight.  "You won't believe the mistake on the bank
statement.  Come here."

   "What is it?" said Patty.

   "Look, they credited us with $50,000, probably from some other account,"
said Dwight.

   "That's not a mistake," said Patty.

   "What do you mean?  Where did it come from?"

   "I deposited it."

   "You what?  Where did you get it?"

   "It's a long story, Dwight.  Remember that wrestling match with my
roommate in college five years ago?  She started up this Unconditional
Humiliation website.  I told her that I didn't want any part of it, and she
moved away.  But when I graduated, she came back to campus driving a
Maserati and blackmailed me.

   "She said that she was going to put the video of our match on the
Internet unless I agreed to her terms.  She said every time she looked at
her investments, she was unhappy because she thought of me and started
feeling guilty, and she wasn't going to let me ruin her life.

   "We finally compromised.  I opened a mutual fund account, and she puts
50 per cent of everything she gets, minus 50 per cent of her expenses, into
the account every month.  I told her I didn't want to know anything about
it, but they send me monthly reports by email, which I never open. 
Sometimes I even forget and think they're spam.  I told her I wouldn't
touch it except for emergencies or maybe if the kids end up going to a
private college.

   "At the time, we were engaged, and she made me promise to not tell you
anything until we had been married a few years to make sure things worked
out.  I just forgot all about it until last week.

   "I know you'll get a job again soon, honey, but I figured this was an
emergency and this would tide us over until the end of the year if
necessary, so I arranged a transfer online.  Are you angry that I took the
money from that account?"

   "No, not at all," said Dwight.  "It's your money, and you can do what
you want with it.  I'm hoping we can repay it by next year."

   "I don't think we need to do that," said Patty.

   "I insist," said Dwight.  "You know how I'm always telling you we have
to be very careful with our funds.  We want to repay that as soon as
possible so it's there in case of another emergency."

   "OK."

   "Do you mind if I ask how much you've got in the account?"
   "Not at all.  Just a little over $20 million so far." 

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