The Roommate Brawl, part 1
By Madcat
An unlucky male gets caught in between two warring females.


The karate class bored me to tears. Standing around pretending to hit somebody
all the while shouting Japanese words seemed pointless. I was there for one
reason I was here, Karen. We had been dating about three weeks when she asked
me to come along. Before I knew it I had signed up for 6 months.

As usual I used the time to scope out my hot new girlfriend. She had soft
brown hair, blue green eyes and a great body that the Karate uniform failed to
highlight. Our interests matched perfectly. She loved sports and outdoor
activities, worked hard and voted Republican.

The only downside to our relationship was the lack of horizontal activity.
After a month of dating I had barely gotten to first base. But I decided to be
patient. We made a great looking couple. Girls like Karen didn't come around
to often.

She was talking to Kelly as we waited for sparring practice. The two girls
shared an apartment not far from here. Both wore orange belts marking them as
advanced beginners. They argued a lot as they appeared to be doing now. But
they always kissed and made up. At least that's how my fantasies always ended.

My interest peaked when the two girls got paired for the first spar of the
night. Kelly's 6-1 height and 180 lb weight gave her a clear advantage over my
girl. Karen had speed and spirit in her corner. Plus, in sparring punched
should be pulled. I thought this would give Karen at least a chance against
the larger female.

Things went down hill for Karen quick. Kelly used her reach advantage to jab
her roommate. The punch caught Karen on the nose as she moved forward. It drew
a trickle of blood but the sensei ruled it accidental and gave the round to
Kelly. An obviously upset Karen came out in the second round and blatantly
kicked her opponent in the side of the head. That brought a warning from the
sensei and he awarded the round to Kelly.

Both girls came out swinging in the third round. Kelly punched Karen full in
the face and Karen responded with a kick to the stomach. By the time sensei
separated the two females a full scale brawl had developed. He ended the match
and told the girls to cool off.

Karen came over and I tended to her battle wounds. She looked pretty beat up
but her fighting spirit remained strong.

"I want a rematch." She said.

"That's probably not such a good idea." I counseled.

"I can take the fat cow. You just wait."

I would never have described Kelly as fat. She had broad shoulders and a
stocky build but not a lot of fat.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. The two girls spent most of the
time glaring at each other but sensei wisely kept them apart. I took Karen
home after practice hoping that I might get lucky. All I got was a peck on the
cheek.

I did get a phone call at work the next day. It was Karen.

"Hi. Can you come over after work today? I'll fix some supper." She asked.

"Sure. What's up?"

"Kelly and I want to free spar and we want you to ref."

"You got to be kidding."

"No. I'm not. Please. It would mean a lot to me. We have $50 riding on this."

"OK." I agreed somewhat reluctantly.

I got to the apartment just after five. The more I thought about the fight,
the less reluctant I became. The thought of two female gladiators battling it
out did have some appeal to me.

And the girls didn't let me down in this regard. Kelly had on a one piece
leotard that showcased her long sleek legs. The low cut top showed ample
cleavage. I never knew Kelly was so well endowed.

Karen looked even better. She wore blue shorts that clung seductively to her
tight little butt. She topped it off with a white tank top, which prominently
displayed her small, perky breasts. In between was 2 inches of heavenly
midriff.

The girls quickly explained the rules or lack thereof: best of 5 rounds, full
contact, rounds decided by knock down. Ouch, this could get painful. The girls
wore only sparring gloves for protection. I was there mainly to make sure
things didn't get out of hand.

The living room had been cleared of all the furniture except the couch and the
eager girls quickly took positions at opposite ends of the room. They were on
each other as soon as the word "fight" left my mouth.

Kelly used her size advantage to pummel her smaller opponent. Karen
courageously pushed forward under a barrage of punches but could not close
with her elusive antagonist. Finally, Kelly scored with a hook that dropped
Karen. I rushed in to stop the fight and help my girl.

Karen was clearly disappointed at her performance but refused to listen to any
of my advice. She did fight smarter in the second round but the end result was
the same. Karen managed to trap Kelly in the corner but the bigger girl simply
out punched her. Kelly ended the round with a picture perfect round house
kick.

Karen came out of round 2 groggily. I gave her a few minutes to rest and
glanced over at Kelly. She stood tall, proud and incredibly sexy. Her fighting
skills impressed me. I wondered how I would do against this beautiful amazon.
My imagination conjured up this image of Kelly standing triumphantly over my
prostrate body.

Kelly noticed my lingering gaze and blew me a passionate kiss as if she could
read my mind. I shamefully looked back at Karen. I wanted to call the match.
Karen's eyes still looked foggy. That's when the trash talk started.

"Sure am glad your boyfriend popped by to watch you get wooped. I guess we
know who's the better woman. You ready to quit yet?" Kelly said showing her
mean side.

This roused Karen for the last round. Unfortunately, she had not yet recovered
from that spectacular round house kick. Kelly let her get off a few weak
punches before grabbing her arm and twisting it painfully behind here back.
Kelly then pushed her over to where I was standing and forced her to give up.

I wanted to step in and end this humiliation but couldn't. Something about the
submission of proud little Karen held me spell bound.

Finally, Kelly released her vanquished foe and did an awesome double biceps
pose right in front of me. Her breasts thrust proudly from her chest and
topped with hard pointy little nipples. She looked down at poor Karen, still
kneeling and rubbing her wounded arm.

"Don't mess with me sweetheart. Nobody can beat me. Now pay me my $50."

"My boyfriend can." Karen replied. "Why don't do double or nothing. See if you
can take someone your own size."

My heart skipped a beat. My imagination again conjured up my defeat at the
hands of this sexy amazon.

Perhaps a little to hastily I chimed in, "That's not such a good idea."

Karen must have detected the fear in my voice. "You're not afraid of a girl
are you?"

"I'm not afraid of your boyfriend. Bring him on. I'll teach him who the
stronger sex is." Kelly bragged.

I could see now that there was little chance to avoid this but I tried anyway.
"Listen, I don't want to hit a girl. Plus, I don't have anything to wear."

"I'll find something for you to wear. We should be close to the same size."
Kelly said leading me into her bedroom. The fight was on.

I emerged wearing nothing but a blue pair of Kelly's PJ bottoms. At least they
didn't have a bunch of flowers on them.

Kelly and I glared at each other as we waited. Our height and weight were
about the same but the comparison ended there. I worked out a lot and had
great muscle definition. Kelly had a softer feminine shape. An outsider
watching the battle would not have given the given the female much of a
chance. But I had seen Kelly fight and I could not shake that vision of my
humiliating defeat.

Karen patted me on the ass. " Beat her. Do it for me." She said as she kissed
me full on the lips. I had to win!

"Fight!" Karen yelled.

Kelly and I approached tentatively. I sensed that she also had doubts. But for
her it was a no lose situation. Nobody expected her to beat a full grown male
opponent.

We traded a few jabs. Kelly quickly gained confidence in her ability to hurt
me. She really put some zing behind her punches. It also became clear that she
had a small reach advantage. I had to focus on keeping my hands up and my head
moving. My punches seemed to have little effect on this strong female.

Kelly must have noticed my hand position. She threw a fast sidekick that
connected with my midsection. This stunned me momentarily and brought my hands
down. Then BAM! She hit me with a right cross that dropped me to one knee. She
finished with a left hook that sent me sprawling.

She walked up and planted her right foot on my chest. My vision of a few
minutes ago had come true.

"Looks like that's girls-1, boys-0." She said mockingly.

I looked up in disbelief. She had defeated me in less time than she required
to beat my girlfriend. I had reached a new low. It was about to get lower.

"What the hell happened out there?" Karen screamed as I got up. There was no
compassion in her voice. "Quit pussyfooting around and go kick her ass."

With that round 2 started. I still felt round 1. My arms were heavy and my
knees weak. Kelly tested me with a couple jabs to the face. I staggered back
under the blows. She advanced hoping to keep up the pressure. I saw my chance
and kicked her in the side with my left leg. Much to my dismay, the kick had
no apparent effect. But she did manage grab my leg with her right arm.

She had me totally under her control, making me hop around the room on one
foot. Kelly maneuvered over to where Karen stood.

"Did you really expect this weakling could take me?" She boasted. Then Kelly
noticed that Karen was staring at my crotch. All the pulling and hopping had
dropped my PJ bottoms 3-4", exposing the top half of my bikini briefs and
threatening more.

"Those are cute undies." Kelly said as she pulled harder on the PJs. At the
same time she shoved me hard in the chest with her left hand causing me to
fall over backwards. Before I could respond, she had removed the PJ bottoms
entirely. I tried to protest but Kelly ignored my pleas. She jumped on me
while I was still on my back. I tried to stiff arm her but she overpowered me
and pinned my hands by the side of my head. Then scooted up my trunk and
pinned my shoulders under her shins.

Her private parts were now scant inches from nose. Her musky odor filled my
nostrils. I tried desperately to escape this humiliating hold to no avail.
Kelly was just too heavy.

Finally, after my resistance ceased Kelly said, "How's the view down there?
Hehe. Looks like that's girls-2, boys-0. Do you want up yet or are you having
too much fun."

"Let me up." Came my muffled reply.

I got up quickly and demanded the PJs back. I desperately wanted some
coverage. The sexual tension of the event had gotten me partially aroused and
briefs were bulging dangerously.

"No way." Kelly responded. "These are my PJs remember."

"Then I quit." There was no way I was going to continue this one sided affair
wearing just my briefs. I turned to go to the bedroom to get my pants when
Karen blocked my path.

"Just where do you think you're going!" she asked rhetorically. "Get back
there and fight or you'll have to deal with me." I had never seen my girl this
mad.

"OK, OK." I retreated.

"And if you lose me another $50, I'll take it out of your hide."

I turned to find Kelly standing directly behind me. She obviously did not
intend to let me get out of the last round. She reached down and honked my
manhood a couple of times.

"Is that a cucumber in there or are you just happy to see me." She teased. I
immediately sent a left hook flying towards her face. I could not just let her
fondle me right in front of my girlfriend. Kelly easily blocked my punch and
wrapped up my arm.

"Easy, big fella. We haven't started yet." She said as she backed up. I
couldn't bear to turn and look at Karen. I had no delusions about winning the
third round. My only hope was to get out this mess with some shred of dignity
and maybe salvage my relationship with Karen. Little did I know, Kelly
intended to strip away more than just my dignity and would open the door to a
world of female domination.

The last round started good for me. Kelly showed off an incredible display of
kicks but none landed. I saw an opening down low and tried a leg sweep. Much
everyone's surprise it worked and for the first time that day the great amazon
warrior went down on her back.

I launched myself at her without bothering to stand. The move almost worked. I
managed to get on top of her but she grabbed my forearms. The girl threw me
off to one side then twisted her body to the other side. Before I could
respond she was on her feet.

She had her back to me! I went for another risky move, putting one arm over
shoulder and another between her legs. Gathering my strength, I tried to lift
her up and slam her to the ground. It didn't work. My arms just didn't have
anything left. I wasted 10 seconds expending valuable energy before I figured
out she was too heavy. By that time Kelly had wrapped her left arm around my
neck and started to squeeze.

Kelly escaped my hold and twisted my head into an unbreakable headlock. The
round was essentially over at this point. I had fought valiantly but could not
over come my superior female opponent. Now Kelly paraded me around the room,
laughing at my futile gestures to break free.

As my strength left me, Kelly stuck her free hand between my legs and hoisted
me high off the ground. The move was designed to clearly demonstrate her
superior strength.

"Is this the move you were trying?" She asked as her left hand caressed my
wooden shaft. Then she body slammed me.

She crawled over my prostrate body and pinned me. Before long I had my head
between her legs just like the end of round 2. This time I didn't even bother
to fight back. I just wanted this to be over.

"Give up?" Kelly asked from he superior position.

"Yes, I give up. You win." I responded.

"Who's the stronger sex?"

"Women."

"Who's the boss?"

"You are."

"Kiss me." Kelly demanded, spreading her legs slightly.

It quickly became clear what she was expecting. I could not reach her mouth
from my current position but I did have good access to other parts of her
body. Karen moved closer to get a good view of the action. How could I perform
such a demeaning act in front of my girlfriend.

"Kiss me or we'll go another round." Kelly demanded, impatiently.

I knew I would not escape this place without complying with Kelly's orders. So
I craned my head forward and gave her a peck thru the leotard. The flesh
underneath was soft and warm.

"Just one? You can do better than that." Kelly said.

And I did. It seemed easier to do the second time and I went at it with a lot
more enthusiasm. Kelly helped out by holding my head in place. The kiss fest
went on for at least a minute.

"See what he can do with a little encouragement." Kelly said to Karen. Her
rapid breathing betrayed her state of arousal. "Hey, do you want to see his
thing?"

Karen must have answered yes because Kelly suddenly broke our lip lock and
turned around. Her gorgeous ass hovered inches above my face. I probably could
have escaped Kelly's hold at this point if I wanted to. I no longer wanted to.

Kelly's hand grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down just
enough to expose me. I wondered what the sexually conservative Karen of my
fully aroused manhood.

"Boy, it looks like it's going to explode." Kelly joked as she pumped and
squeezed. I felt a wave of pleasure shoot thru me. The guilt and embarrassment
of being aroused by female conqueror was more than I could take. I fought the
power trying desperately to control my sexuality. But it only delayed the
inevitable. When it finally came, it was a tsunami. I jerked and quivered,
then lay still.

Kelly had dominated me physically, mentally, and sexually. Next, it would be
Karen's turn.