Surrender

Many thanks to B2312 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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Halfway through the first semester of her junior year, Patty found herself wishing she had selected the shy sophomore boy with the high grade point average as her roommate. He had been on a full scholarship for engineering and seemed serious, 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 she should have been more comfortable with that look because it happened often. She was a striking woman, even without paying much attention to her hairstyle and makeup. She wasn't comfortable with her facial beauty and amazing figure, including large, natural breasts and a perfectly round and firm behind. She weighed 160 pounds, but it was distributed on her 6-foot-2 frame in a way that made men stare and women envious.

Her teammate, Gia, seemed like a more sensible roommate choice at the time. 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. I'm between boyfriends but I do plan to bring home a date every now and then." Both girls promised to give each other prior notice 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 they had disagreements.

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 if she had ever dated women. Patty said no and admitted even her worst experiences with men hadn't made her consider women as an option.

Gia told her she should be more open-minded. She told her that there were only two kinds of women: lesbians and bisexuals. Lesbians, like herself, would never have sex with a man. But every other woman could, and often did, switch back and forth easily from men to women. Her proof was a list of celebrities who did that.

The conversation was just a 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 ensure 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. She found ways to praise Patty's body in imaginative and graphic ways and followed the descriptions by explicit explanations of 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 had no bi-curiosity. She'd always had close girlfriends whom she 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 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 Gia's claim that only someone who was attracted to women could be a good female wrestler. Gia 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 didn't mind her aggressiveness.

Gia guessed that she had caused Patty's sudden change in temperament, and she told Patty it proved that she was right. Otherwise, why would Patty get so worked up when thinking about gay sex? She told her that just like straight people, 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, meaning 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 like Patty 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 adrenaline that she always prevailed. She said that in many ways, these encounters were like wrestling contests, except 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 suffering, and she was in danger of losing her athletic scholarship.

She managed to avoid being alone with Gia in the apartment for a few days, but the next time they were together, Gia picked 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 take advantage of their opponent sexually.

"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 when they are fingered.

"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 fuck the loser. I know they do that for the men. Who needs artificial dicks? I can do much more damage to you with my hands and mouth and feet, and the humiliation would be much more devastating and exciting."

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

"What's that?" asked Gia.

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

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

"How can you think I'm stupid enough to 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 knows me. How come you didn't?"

"If you checked me out, you'd know that I'm not interested in lesbian sex," said Patty, "but that didn't stop you. Anyway, forget about your horrible idea. How could I ever trust 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?" asked Patty.

"Nothing," replied 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 had seduced both the friends she had been concerned about, and then discarded them.

"I can't understand it," mumbled Trixie. "We all knew from you what a witch Gia was. How could they have fallen for her? And the worst part 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 tormentor 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 that price, they had to put on a good show; she insisted 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 female 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. "Firstly, when I put my hand up your ass, it will stop you from tearing. Secondly, the 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. No kicking, biting, punching, gouging or did anything that could break a bone or tear tissue, such as bending fingers or toes or pulling apart the jaws of their competitor. The violater would forfeit the match immediately along with a share of the money. They would also be subjected to being held down by their opponent's friends for a full ten minutes of spanking, fingering or anything else the winner wished to inflict. All other moves were permitted, including slapping and spanking.

Neither was allowed to change her body 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 finally 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 competitor 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 fist into either the vagina or anus, she won.

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 ass. 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 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 removed 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; she shuddered.

She thought about her strategy. She was confident because 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 her experience was about the same. Gia's 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 adrenaline 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.