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Surrender
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

College roommates begin an awkward lesbian relationship 
that turns into a complicated blackmail scheme worth 
millions. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr, d/s, reluc, control)

***

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." 

END

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