"Can you turn that off please," Megan said. "I'm trying to study here."
For about the billionth time the freshman coed wondered what sort of dorm mate matching algorithm State was using. After all, any one with half a brain could write a script that would avoid putting a social work major in with a computer science major. A few choice question...like "Do you prefer Jersey Shore or Myth Busters" would work in a pinch.
Jersey Shore? Who could compile a C++ with that nonsense blaring in the background? Worse, who could keep their sanity and IQ watching kids that were so obviously stupid?
"No - it's just getting good," Samantha said, turning the volume up even louder.
"Very funny," Megan said. "Now turn it down please."
"I can't hear you," Samantha yelled. "What was that?"
"Turn it down." Part of her wanted to laugh, but part of her was equally furious.
"Keep it down over there," Samantha yelled. "I can't hear the TV."
"I said turn it down," Somehow, and Megan wasn't quite sure how, for she'd never done anything like it before. Nevertheless, she found herself out of her seat and next to her dorm mate, futilely attempting to tug the remote from the girl's firm grasp.
Megan was a slight bookish girl, very slim, and pale. The only sport she ever tried was cross country track, but that was only to pad her college application. However, when the tugging match had given way to a wrestling match, she considered that her education in the physical arts was sorely lacking.
Because wrestling with Samantha was like trying to wrestle a spider. It seemed as if a hand or leg was everywhere Megan wanted to move. Her humiliation was made worse because her roommate just laughed at her efforts to take the remote and continued laughing when she gave up and settled for simply getting loose.
"I haven't had this much fun since I left home," Samantha laughed. "Me and my younger brothers would watch UFC and then try out moves on each other."
And then it felt as if someone were trying to wrench her arm out of its socket. Megan had never known such a thing was even possible. "Ouch..Ouch..." and then the words came out that are lodged in the back of every head, even those that have never had the reason to use them.
"I give. I give."
Laughing, Samantha said, "I used to make my brothers cry auntie to rub it in that they'd been beaten by a girl."
It felt like her joint was about to pop loose. Megan didn't even have time to think.
"Please...ouch...auntie...auntie!"
"That was called an arm bar," Samantha said, as she freed her roommate. "Once you are caught in it, there really isn't a way to get out, other than to submit."
She picked up the remote, examined it briefly, then tossed it to the bed. "You knocked the batteries loose. Find them and put them back."
That wasn't very nice. Not when Megan's shoulder hurt so bad, she wondered if she'd suffered some permanent harm. But, she supposed she did cause the batteries to fall out. Swallowing a bit of indignation, she commenced the hunt for the two AAA batteries, found them and put them back in the remote. Finally, she could get back to her assignment, this had wasted far too much of her valuable time.
"And make up my bed," Samantha said. "All that wrestling messed it up."
That was taking things entirely too far. First of all, Megan was the victim of the wrestling match, not the instigator. And most importantly, the bed had been a mess for the better part of a week.
"I'm not your maid," Megan said, and strode back to her desk.
Only she never made it. She'd only taken two steps before Samantha was on her, striking like a cobra.
Samantha had been waiting for an excuse. She resumed wrestling with her dorm-mate. She'd wrestled her brothers many times. She was older, but they were boys and were physically superior, and yet Samantha was smarter and a bit more ruthless. It was fun. It was a challenge, and Samantha won more than she lost.
On the other hand, this wasn't a challenge for Samantha. It was a foregone conclusion. Not only was Megan a weakling, the girl had no idea of how to fight back at all. Wrestling the little nerd shouldn't be fun. It should be boring.
But it was anything but boring. It was...
..exhilarating.
Samantha' nipples had hardened to bullets. Her loins were all warm and fuzzy.
In truth, it had been a little exciting wrestling her brothers when she could feel the occasional press of an erection, knowing how much it embarrassed them. A little tingly feeling whenever she made the cry auntie.
But this, oh yes, this was ten times better than that. Samantha wrestled her roommate. Pressing her sex on the girl. Working her over.
"Auntie," Megan panted breathlessly. She was so tired, it was impossible to fight back. She felt like she couldn't breathe.
"You can't just submit. I don't even have you in a hold yet." Samantha said as she grabbed a leg, putting her legs around the girl, taking the ankle and giving a twist. Just so.
"Auntie!" Megan squeaked.
"That's called an ankle lock," Samantha lectured as she let off the pressure, but didn't let go. "Are you gonna make my bed now?"
"Yes..." Megan whined.
Samantha put a bit of pressure on the girl's ankle once more. "And clean the floor and put away my clothes."
"Ummph...okay." Megan panted.
"This is fun," Samantha exclaimed, as she grabbed the girl again. "I wonder what else I can make you do."
"I said I'd clean the floor!" Megan protested to no avail.
The wrestling continued. It was a very one-sided affair. Poor Megan was exhausted, but she made a valiant effort to escape her roommate's clutches, though she'd long given up on out-wrestling the girl.
"You are so puny," Samantha continued with her commentary while she tried one move and then another. Not even bothering with submissions, just trying to see what sort of position she could put her roommate in. The Boston Crab. Her loins blossomed with heat when she looked down at Megan's posterior. Her nightshirt had ridden up, and the position had caused her panties to bind into the crack of her bottom. Samantha could even see a bit of the girl's puckered hole due the wedgie she'd been given.
Poor Megan could feel the cool breeze on her bottom, but there was nothing she could do about it, but try to keep her back straight. There was even less she could do about it when her pony tail was pulled back. Her back arched and she was forced even further back on her haunches. If she wasn't in so much pain, the humiliation of her position would have been much even keener - though it was already positively mortifying.
"Auntie," Meagan panted. "Auntie-auntie-auntie."
"You're not even trying," Samantha said. "I'm beginning to wonder if you like being manhandled."
"I don't." Megan whined. "What..what are you doing?"
What was Samantha doing? Megan tried to roll over, but Samantha was planted on the arch of her back. In her weakened condition, there was no way that Megan could shrug the girl off. And the worst? The worst? Poor Megan could feel fingers grasp the band of her panties and they were pulling them down.
"Stop that," Megan plead. By now, the panties were long since out of her reach. all she could do was to try to open her legs to keep them from being totally removed.
Such feeble efforts were not going to deter the stronger girl. Not for a moment. Samantha shifted her weight to Megan's thighs, and then abruptly stripped the girl of her panties.
"Give those back," Megan said. And then in a trembling voice she added. "I mean it."
"Now, are you going to at least give a little bit of effort?" Samantha asked. Her nostrils flared. God she was hot. And staring at the smooth moons of her roommate's bottom, was making her even hotter. "Are should I take off something else?"
"I'll keep going!" Megan exclaimed. Oh she'd put in just as much effort as she could possibly put in. For there was something extremely embarrassing she wanted very much to hide from Samantha. But soon she had other things to think about.
Smack. Smack. Shit that stung. The nerve of her roommate. To steal her panties and then to spank her! Oh she was going to make the girl pay...some way. Some how.
Smack. Smack.
But first Megan had to get loose.
"Show me what you got." Samantha said, and then delivered four more spanks. She could see her hand prints outlined in red on her roommate's ivory flesh. Fuck she was hot. "Come on. Wrestle me. Weakling."
"Arghhh!" Megan cried in defiance, her anger driving away her exaustion. She wailed around like a trapped raccoon. She kicked. She pulled hair. She scratched. She squirmed. She struggled.
Yet she still lost. Not just the wrestling match, but her nightshirt as well. She was naked. Her face was red from exertion and from being pressed so hard against the tile floor. She'd only come close to escaping Samantha's grasp twice. But each struggle seemed to expose more of her body and tire her out even more now that the burst of adrenalin had vanished.
