The Roommate Brawl, Part 3 By Madcat An unlucky male gets caught in between two warring females. I sat in my little cubicle and pondered my failing relationship with Karen. Two weeks had passed since my introduction to female domination. I enjoyed it at first but now it seemed like more work than fun. The girls became more and more abusive. Both disciplined me at the slightest provocation and the sex had all but dried up. Sweeping the floor with a red backside seemed like no way to go thru life. It became clear that I needed to end this relationship and find something more conventional. But how exactly does one break up with a girl who calls all the shots. I could see myself over her knee just for bringing up the subject. Fear also played a role in my decision. I often wrestled both Karen and Kelly as we recreated the epic battles of the first night. The girls proved over and over again why I was the one sweeping the floor with a red backside. Karen's strength and skill had increased exponentially over the past two weeks. Or perhaps it was my plummeting confidence. But in any case she handled me easily. The phone rang as I searched for the best way to end this train wreck. It was Karen. "Hey babe, pick me up at seven. We are double dating with Kelly. Bye." She said. It was typical conversation for us. I barely got in a "hello" and "OK" before she hung up. I decided then and there to end things tonight. Maybe with another man present I could get off easy. I arrived at Karen's apartment early and got the opportunity to clean the kitchen before we left. Kelly's date showed up fashionably late and I immediately became suspicious. The new guy stood only about 5-7, definitely not Kelly's type. She usually dated guys from the local football or hockey teams not pencil necked nerds. He introduced himself as Ted and took no special notice of my domestic endeavors. The girls entered the room and the four of us headed out to the movies. The two females looked hot as usual. Kelly wore tight slacks and top, which showed off her wonderful figure. Karen stole the show with a little green mini that left nothing to the imagination. Of course, two weeks ago my conservative little lady would not have been caught dead in such a dress. But as I said before, things had changed. We went to see a chick flick and I had a miserable time. Karen treated me a little better but I quickly saw thru this ruse. Ted turned out to be a complete jerk. He had recently become Kelly's boss at work. Young and well educated, the boy considered himself to be the best thing since sliced bread. Many of his comments to the girls alternated between crude and obnoxious. By the end of the movie, I could have strangled him. But, instead, I pitied the fool. This was nothing more than an elaborate ambush and Ted was the target. Both ladies acted totally out of character and actually encouraged this blithering idiot. It didn't surprise me when they invited us boys back to their place for a nightcap. I tried to beg off but a threatening look by Karen changed my mind. They had a spot for me in their diabolical scheme but I could do nothing to prevent it. The foursome arrived back at the girl's apartment and settled in. I served drinks and we talked more about Ted's lifetime of achievement. Then foolish man mentioned his stint on his high school wrestling team and it went downhill from there. "You know Karen and her boyfriend love to wrestle and she usually beats him. I love watching the girls win." Kelly said. "Oh, BS. No girl can beat a guy in wrestling. That only happens on TV." Ted laughed, trying to sneak his arm around his taller date. "Karen, why don't you wrestle your boyfriend and show Ted who is the weaker sex?" she asked her friend. "Sure," she replied as she peeled off the green mini-skirt. Ted about dropped his beer when he saw her standing there in just thong panties and a bra. For the first time tonight, he said nothing. Even I had to admit my nasty girlfriend looked hot. Her tanned skin, well built rear, and small but firm breasts took my breath away too. As I had done many times before, I stripped down to my bikini briefs and made ready for battle. But this time the results would be different. This time I would defeat my female adversary and say goodbye to this twisted world forever. At least that's what I told myself. I closed warily on my lethal opponent. Just last night she had given me a firm lesson in female superiority by attacking the lower half of my body. This time I crouched very low to counter this tactic. Karen didn't disappoint me as she came in low and fast. We met almost head on and I managed to force her head first into the carpet. Coming out on top in the initial skirmish meant nothing to me. Karen often beat me simply by refusing to lose. The girl had remarkable stamina and spirit. Still wary, I scrambled on to her back and placed her in a headlock. She tried to stand a couple of times but I rode her back down. Things looked pretty good until Karen managed to poke me in the nuts with her fingers. Of course, she made it look like and accident and even apologized. But I knew better, having been on the receiving end of many such accidents. Even so the poke broke my hold and Karen scrambled to her feet. I was still on my knees when she came back at me. I put my arms out to block her and clasped my hands in hers. As the girl pored on the pressure, defeat loomed. She had both the power and leverage to force me into submission. But I fought back with a strength born of desperation. Losing this struggle would mean another long night of pain and humiliation. I somehow managed to regain my feet and reverse the leverage advantage. Inch by wonderful inch, I began to force her down. This time I fought the urge to crush her outright by leaning forward. In the past, Karen had rolled me down and used her legs to catapult me over her head. So I used just my arms to slowly force the girl to her knees. She glared up at me with an intense malevolence. "Submit," I ordered with a grin the size of Texas. Karen told me where I could shove it before giving me a nasty head butt to the crotch. Except this time I saw it coming and stepped back with millimeters to spare. "Submit," I repeated as I turned up the heat. She cried out in pain but refused to give up. Tears rolled down her cheeks and my resolve began to weaken. So I threw her down backwards and straddled the girl's stomach. Karen tried to twist away and roll me off but I was just too heavy. I grabbed her arms and pinned the still struggling girl. It finally dawned on her that she had lost. "You win. I give up." She said with a sob. I helped her to her feet and she replied with a sweet little hug. My arm naturally went around her shoulders and returned the affection. We retreated to a chair and Karen simply sat in my lap and cuddled. Now most folks would probably consider this normal behavior for a couple. But Karen and I were far from normal. So this activity shocked me. It also aroused me for the first time in days. "See, I told you the man would win. Women are just too weak." Ted blurted out after being blessedly quiet for a whole 5 minutes. "Do you think you can beat me? Why don't we try wrestling and see," Kelly said getting up from the chair. She began unbuttoning her blouse and again Ted became very silent. Kelly took off her top revealing her surprisingly large melons in a low cut strapless bra. You could have heard a pin drop as she unzipped her slacks. The tall amazon could have just let them fall but she did not. Kelly bent at the waist and pulled her pants down. Of course, she turned slightly and gave poor Ted a heart stopping rear display. When Kelly finally came back up, her breasts had escaped their woefully inadequate confinement. "Well this has to go." She said while removing the strapless bra. Kelly stood topless in front of her male victim. "You ready to wrestle?" Ted, if he had any misgivings, forgot them instantly and jumped out of his chair. "I'll show you who wears the panties around here." He boasted. "Yes we will," Kelly replied with a cunning smile. "Now strip down to your underwear, silly." He did so with a big grin on his face. The same grin that I currently had. A nasty thought somehow entered my brain and I looked down at my lovely girlfriend. What if she had let me win our battle. What if I too was being fattened for the slaughter. But I quickly dismissed the idea. Karen's rage and frustration could not have been faked. So I sat back and enjoyed life as lovely little girlfriend stuck her hand down the front of my briefs. Little Ted approached his amazon opponent wearing a pair of oversized boxers. A small bulge poked out the front indicating that Kelly had an effect. He looked as stupid as he acted. The male locked arms with Kelly and tried to push her down. Needless to say, it didn't work. The crafty girl allowed him to push for awhile and then twisted violently. She hip tossed the little guy and he landed hard on his back. Ted got to his feet trying to cover his pain. "That was good." He acknowledged, the first bits of doubt creeping into his voice. "You mean this." Kelly replied in a blur of movement. Ted again took flight again only to crash land on his shoulder. This time Teddy did not jump to his feet. Kelly walked over and extended a hand. "Let me help you up." She offered. I wanted to jump up and say, "No, stupid, don't do it." But instead I just sat there and watched the amazing spectacle. The sight of the beautiful amazon standing over a helpless male opponent stirred my passions. Especially since the helpless male wasn't me. Karen also stirred my passions more directly and I teetered on the edge of an eruption. Well, Ted had not gotten any smarter since being thrown around the room a couple of times and gratefully accepted the Trojan horse hand. Kelly promptly yanked him to his feet and stuck a hand between his legs. She hoisted him up on to her shoulders before he could say "Holy Toledo" and took him for a ride. Kelly spun him around the room in an awesome display of female strength. After about a minute of high G turns Kelly dumped the outclassed male on the sofa. I now noticed that the emperor had no clothed. Kelly must have dispensed them with during the spin. She turned to me and said, "How am I doing?" "Great," I responded. "Just glad its him and not me." She smiled and turned back to poor Ted. "Come on big guy, time to show me who the weaker sex is." She teased. Ted sat up on the couch and said, "I have a headache. No more wrestling." As if he was still in charge. She walked closer and said, "Time to show me who's wearing the panties." He voice had a harder edge this time. He stood up red faced and angry. Nasty words stuck in his throat as his eyes ventured down to his bare privates. Ted just noticed that he had been stripped naked. Even Karen chuckled as he struggled for a response. "I'm wearing panties, Ted. Would you like to take a closer look?" Kelly asked as she moved in for the kill. For the third time she sent the hapless male flying thru the air. He landed on his back and stared at the ceiling, wondering which planet he was on. The evil Kelly straddled his shoulders and lowered herself a scant inch from his face. "Can you see my panties, now?" she teased. "Get off me, you psycho." A defiant Ted yelled back. "How about now." Kelly said as she lowered herself the rest of the way. Her pink panties engulfed his mouth and nose. He struggled and kicked but had no chance of moving the much larger girl. She kept him lip locked until his resistance ceased. Then big old Kelly moved back to a more conventional schoolboy pin position and began to admonish him on a number of work related issues. I lost focus at this point because Karen suddenly got off my lap and dropped her panties. Her soft brown bush really looked cute when it wasn't poking me in the eye. My naughty girlfriend mounted my rock hard shaft and took us to dizzying heights. When we finished, Kelly and Ted were gone. Karen and I got out of the chair and I figured this was the time. "Karen, we have to talk." I said seriously. She approached and ran her hand seductively down my chest. It came to rest you know where and amazingly I responded to her touch. "What, honey." She asked. Just as I found the words to dump this crazy girl, Kelly and Ted walked back into the room. Well, Kelly walked but Ted crawled. He had dog leash around his neck and wore a pretty pair of white lace panties. I laughed hysterically until I noticed what Kelly carried in her other hand. "No way!" I exclaimed. "Yes way!" Karen responded by punching me in the stomach with a powerful left. She caught me totally off guard and doubled me over. Then the pretty little Benedict Arnold laid me out with a forearm smash. "Now are you going to be a good boy and do what you are told? Or do I get to rough you up some more?" Karen asked with a grin as big as Texas. I responded to her query the only way I knew how, I charged. But things would have been better had I just been a good boy. Ted probably enjoyed watching beautiful little Karen toss me around the living room. And he may have enjoyed watching the nasty girl tan my backside with a hairbrush. In the end I too had my own dog leash and sported a lacy pair of panties. And Karen loved every humiliating and painful minute of it. Once she had me properly attired and on my knees, she asked, "Did you want to talk about something?" Breaking up seemed like a difficult subject at this point so I changed it. "I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful girlfriend you are." I lied. "Thank you, honey," she replied. The girls proceeded to have their "pets" play a game of stupid dog tricks. Go fetch, beg; you name it, we did it. And, as usual, I drove home picking short, curly golden brown hairs from between my teeth. The following day I broke up with Karen the only way I knew how. Having packed my car in the wee hours of the morning, I quit my job and moved to another state. Name and address unlisted.