The Roommate   
by lyonsr_98
Story about the danger or wrestling with a woman.  


We had been roommates for three weeks and I was already in love with her. I
thought I could handle a female roommate. I just graduated college and was an
adult, I should not be smitten by this beautiful girl the first second I laid
my eyes on her, but I was a fool. I flirted with her every chance I got and
never gave her a minutes peace. I started pillow fights with her and attacked
her by tickling her. I had few relationships in the past and had no idea how
to attract this girl. During one little wrestling tussle, I figured I'd let
her pin me. It seemed like the perfect idea. She would be on top of me,
teasing me. Her hair would be swaying hypnotically as she leaned close to me.
I would be completely vulnerable to her, and she would lean in to kiss me.
That way if it went bad, she could only blame herself.

I let her spin me to my back and brace my wrists above my head. Her body warm
and beating heavy shimmied up my waist until she sat comfortable on my chest.
I could feel the pressure of her legs taunt against my waist. The quickened
beat of her heart was evident through out my whole body. She leaned in closer
knowing she had me under her control and said, "Now what do I do with you?"

I pushed against her arms trying to free myself feeling weird with a girl on
top of me. Instead of trying to sweet talk her and use her position to my
advantage, I struggled underneath her. It felt like she was cheating me from
making the first move. I wormed under her trying to free myself, trying to
roll over. All of a sudden I needed to prove that she didn't have me like she
thought. I wasn't a toy she could play with for her amusement. I pushed
against her wrists as hard as I could and bucked underneath her. Her nails dug
into my wrist holding on even more securely.

"So tell me, what did I win?" She taunted me loving my disgust.

"Get off me Stacy." I said unwilling to play her game anymore.

"Make me."

"Get off me now!" I yelled frustrated. It was killing me to be helpless
underneath her like that. A woman wasn't supposed to do that to a man.

"Only if you give up." She cooed.

Angrily, I rolled hard to one side freeing myself from her grasps. Stacy
rolled to her butt laughing at me as I stormed off. Here I thought she was the
perfect girl, and she turned out to be the ultimate bitch.

Luckily there was a hot girl at work that I could direct my attentions too. I
tried to forget about Stacy during my long an boring day. It wasn't hard to
think of better things. By the time I finally got home, I had forgotten all
about my evening with disaster. I walked through the kitchen. There were no
messages to check. Stacy's leather coat was on the back of the chair. That was
a first. She was a neat freak. Why would her coat be on the back of the chair.
I walked up to my room and saw it was filthy. Stacy had gone through the whole
house picking up my stuff and just threw it in my room. My work out clothes
from the cellar, my shoes from the living room, even my towel from the bath
room was all in a big pile in the middle of my room. I barged into Stacy's
room demanding an answer.

"What's going on. Did you throw all my stuff in my room."

"I did a little cleaning. You don't mind, do you?" She said not even looking
up from her bed. She was reading a Shape magazine trying to ignore me. It
wan't going to work.

"You know this is my house. I invited you to live here, you could be a little
more considerate."

She stood up suddenly from her bed and walked over towards me like a tiger
pouncing on her prey. I instinctively backed up against the wall as she began
to speak. "A little more considerate did you say. I have put up with your crap
for too long. You always come in here bothering me. You live like a pig. You
never clean up after yourself. You never put the toilet seat down, and you
fight like a girl. I'm sick of putting up with your shit. Things are going to
change around here. Do you understand me."

Her finger was pointed in my face and I realized I was cowering against the
wall. I did not have to take this at all. What was she going to do to me. "Hey
miss high and mighty. I don't know who you think you are, but if you don't
like the way I live, you can leave."

"You're the one who's going to leave. I don't think you understand what I mean
by mine."

She walked right past me into my room. Dumbfounded by what was going on, I
followed her. She picked up my wallet. "This was yours too, but now it's mine.
Let's see how well you grasp by what I mean by mine."

I ran back to her room and found her purse. Bringing it back to her, I though
I was so smart. "And this is mine."

Stacy looked at me clutching a hold of her purse and she reached right at my
balls. Scared she was going after the purse, I didn't even flinch. I suddenly
felt a powerful hand clamp onto my testicles. I froze in terror feeling like
she was going to rip them off. "And these are mine."

"Here." I squealed handing Stacy her purse back. She didn't take it though.

"Since your balls are mine, I guess I should let you stay here. But lets see,
is your wallet mine?" She said giving me another firm squeeze. My legs almost
gave out.

"Yes."

"Is this house mine?" Her eyes held onto my gaze as strong as her hand held
onto my nuts.

"Yes."

"What else is mine?" Stacy's fingers grew tighter causing me to quiver.

"The big bedroom," I pleaded not knowing what she wanted, but she did not let
go. The pain only got worse. I couldn't even breath. "Everything."

She laughed sincerely, and I thought it was over. Instead of her fingers
loosening their clutches, she began to massage my balls gently. Frozen with
pain and fear and now a growing arousal, I stared at this crazy vixen unable
to see where she was going next. I just wanted to leave. "I want you to stay
in you room for the rest of the night. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She let me go and walked from my room holding her purse and my wallet. I fell
to the floor as soon as she shut my door feeling the throbbing in my balls. I
wanted to cry it hurt so bad. The pain from my testicles caused a sick feeling
in my stomach. The nausea kept me on the ground, but my mind began racing. If
I stayed in the room like she said, I would never be free again. I had to shut
the pain out and go out there. She was a girl telling me what to do, and I
could not let that happen.

I pushed myself off the ground reaching quietly for the doorknob. Slowly, I
watched the door open almost in shock that it was my hand opening it. The hall
was empty, but I heard noise coming from the living room. The TV was on. I
leaned towards the stair well and heard her work out tape playing. She had
always done her workouts in her room. What could I do to get my house back? I
had to show her who was boss. I shook off the pain one last time and stood up
like the man I was. I was not going to let some little girl rule my house.

I crept down the stairs ignoring the fear in my stomach.

"I wondered how long it would take you to come down. You must be coming to
apologize because I know you haven't already forgot what I told you." Her
hands were on her hips, her breasts heaving from her deep breaths. I was
aroused.

"Listen, I just want to talk." What the hell was I saying. I wanted to kick
her skanky little ass. I wanted to shove my foot down her throat and fuck the
hell out of her. I was sick of the feminist power crap. "Maybe we can come to
a compromise."

"Ok, how about you go back to your room and never come out. And if you don't
go right now, I'm going to make you understand what it feels like your own
ass." She did not even smile. I could not take it anymore.

"Fuck you Stacy. I let you win before. There is no way in hell you can kick my
ass."

"Then get your skinny ass down here prove it to me. I used to think guys were
tough until I met you. I have never met a bigger pussy than you. I'm going to
make you my bitch. I'm going to make you pay for every ass hole male out
there. You will never see the light of day again."

"Why me? I didn't do anything? Stacy, I never wanted this."

"Because I can. I never knew it was possible to treat a man like this, but
seeing the fear in your eyes, seeing the resect that you give me, I love it.
And it's never going to end."

"I'm not scared of you," I said shaking.

She only laughed. "Well come on down and prove it." She made a step towards
me, and it took everything in me not to run away. I had no idea why I was so
scared. I knew I could beat her up, but I was scared to death. There is
something about fighting a girl that scares the crap out of me. It seems like
any time you have a girl who has been abused by a thousand guys before finally
gets the chance for the upper hand, there would be no telling what she'd be
capable of.

"I'm not going to fight you." I finally said as I took the final steps off the
stairs. She walked towards me like a tiger would towards his dead prey. There
was no hurry in step, only pride. It was like she won already and was showing
off her meal before she devoured it.

"Believe me, I don't expect much of a fight. Why don't you just bend over so I
can spank your ass like a the good bitch you are."

"You know, stop calling me that. A guy can't be a bitch."

"Don't worry, we're going to redefine that word for you. You'll fit it just
fine." She was inches from me now. I was so scared trying to watch every part
of her at once. Her arms still remained motionless inside her tank top. Her
body slowly swayed back and forth as her legs remained hidden inside her
windpants. Her breast still heaved. I flinched back staring at her breasts
when I saw her arm move from the corner of my eye. She was not going to hit me
first, catching me off guard.

She erupted in laughter at my action. Stacy was merely raising her hands to
place them on her hips. She wasn't trying to hit me at all. "I think it's
about time. You're like a little baby scared of her punishment. Now bend over,
it won't take more than an hour or two."

"Fuck you." I lashed out diving at her. I pushed her fiercely against the wall
with all my might. She slammed into the wall with a monstrous thud. Oh crap, I
killed her. "Stacy, I'm so sorry."

Instead of collapsing to the floor like I was sure she'd do, she raised her
hands above her head and began pounding me fiercely. Her hands were like that
of a crazy girl. I covered my head realizing how futile her efforts were going
to be. I had gotten scared for nothing. She was only a girl. I caught both of
her weak girl arms and held her firmly. "Now calm down, you can't hurt me."

I saw her in her eyes that she wasn't done. I could have predicted her next
move a year in advance. I turned slightly as she tried to knee me in the
balls. She missed kneeing me in the thigh. I still winced, but I laughed it
off. "Stace, you're just a girl. Accept your fate. There's not a damn thing
you can do to me."

Fury over came her. Her long dark hair lifted like a tidal wave as she rocked
her head back. I couldn't even flinch from what I saw coming. I tried to move
back, but I was too slow. Her fore head landed right on my nose shattering my
face. My eyes were covered in red and pain shook my body. I dropped to my
knees covering my face. What the fuck did she do? The soccer player in her
emerged as she began kicking my kneeled body with such ferocity that it lifted
me off the ground. Covered in blood, I was trying to run away from her
crawling. Her foot slammed into my ass knocking me over on my back. I thought
she was going to jump on me, but instead she kicked me again. My ribs stabbed
in pain as I curled up into a fetal position trying to protect myself. I saw
her again wind up penetrating any defenses I thought I had. I tried to grab
her foot when she kicked me in the face. It laid me out on my back unable to
see anything but a bloody ceiling. How did blood get on the ceiling?

I awoke in the same position. I don't think I was out long. Stacy was sitting
on the couch staring at me. "Are you ready for phase two?"