Alpha Girls - Pt. 7 
by Musclehead



Although the women's volleyball team, with Carol's leadership, became one of
the best in the country by the end of the previous year, most of the women
were still physically more in the classic volleyball mold, tall and rangy.
Nine members of the team were seniors, and obviously were not back this
season. The new team was mostly freshman, and the starting team that would be
put out on the floor would be Carol and five new players.

Most of these freshmen came to Harvard specifically because they had heard
about Carol's awesome leaping abilities and powerful hitting. They were in the
five-eight to five- ten range, and physically more like Carol than the
previous more lanky players. Every one of them was supremely conditioned, a
great jumper and quick as can be. On their own, they had come to school three
weeks early to practice seven hours a day. They spent a lot of time in the
weight room, and though it was obvious that they had all had a lot of
experience with weight training, they pretty much followed Carol's lead in
there as well.

During the summer they had all spent time playing beach ball, jumping in the
sand being very helpful in adding that inch or two to already spectacular
leaps. All the girls had dark tans, accentuating their muscularity, and they
all got short pageboy cuts, and got their hair dyed red, like their leader
from a picture she had posted on Facebook.

So imagine a group of young women all in the five-eight to five-ten range,
every one of them averaging around a hundred and sixty to a hundred seventy
pounds, with perfectly conditioned muscular bodies, short red hair and dark
tans. And they all jumped over four feet on a regular basis, even the setter.
They liked showing off their bodies and as a group wore low cut shorts and
cutoff tank tops during practices, exposing chiseled cores, capped shoulders
and well-muscled arms.

Quite frankly, most of them looked more like Crossfit chicks than volleyball
players. But that's what they were, a new breed, using explosive power and
conditioning rather than relying mostly on height. While it's exciting to
watch any good hitter, a shorter hitter with really good leaping ability and a
quick hard snap to their hits is way more exciting. But these girls weren't
real good leapers, they were extraordinary ones, everyone one of them.

A few weeks into the school year, a scrimmage was scheduled against the men's
team, and word was spread. A lot of people showed up to watch.

Most of the men had more typical bodies for volleyball players, tall and lean,
a stark contrast to the girls. They were not the best men's team in the
country, nor did they pretend to be. And while they averaged about five or six
inches taller than the women, the best men's hitter had a vertical jump that
was almost a foot and a half less than any of the women. Consequently, any
height advantage was of little help. Like the Cuban women more than thirty
years ago, the Harvard Women's team was playing the game literally on another
level, even against men.

But it didn't end there. The women were so quick, their play so explosive that
often times the play was over before the men even responded. The only points
the men scored were when one of the women served the ball out or into the net
or made some other kind of error, because the women's offense, that
combination of speed and power, was just too much to handle.

Carol was relieved that now any member of the team could be counted on to make
the big plays so she didn't have to carry such a big load. There had been some
resentment the previous year that she got ninety percent of the sets. Not so
much anymore. Although she was still the leader, the sets were spread around
to four other spectacular hitters. And any woman coming off the bench was
equally capable of handling anything the men put out there. Even the setter
was a great hitter.

The women's play was so spectacular, so overwhelming, their bodies clearly so
much more athletic, so much stronger, that it was downright sexy watching
them. They were overwhelming, dominating every aspect of the play. Sometimes
they would run plays where everyone except the setter was jumping to hit, the
men not knowing which player was going to get the set. It was so cool to see
six tall men completely flat footed while five hot well-muscled red-heads
hovered above them and then whoever got the set would put the ball away with
no resistance. It was even more impressive when the men actually were getting
a block up and the women just went over them.

As to the women's blocking, even with single blockers the block was so high
that it almost always resulted in what's called "roofing", the girl's arms
reaching and stuffing the hitter every time.

Then, in the fifth game, something happened that changed the entire dynamics
of the team. One of the most spectacular plays of all was when they did a
tandem play where Carol became airborne in front of the setter and then
another hitter circled behind the setter. Carol was basically a decoy in this
play. The setter jumped high, taking the pass at the top of her jump and
literally just flipped the ball up behind her. As soon as it was out of her
hands, this new girl, Tanya, put it away on the one foot line. She didn't even
look to see the ball go down, literally turning in mid-air after pounding it
down, totally confident that it was an undiggable hit, running back to be
congratulated by her teammates.

Tanya didn't just hit the ball. She jumped almost as high as Carol but she hit
it with a closed fist, something even Carol didn't do. Her hit was harder than
any of Carol's. The guts that it took to hit like that suggested that she knew
she was already the best ever and that if she added a few more inches to her
jump, well it was hard to imagine. That she hadn't already shown to her
teammates her superior talents after five weeks of practice, was because she
was holding back, waiting for the right moment, to do it in front of an
audience. A few plays later, she did it again as the middle hitter.

A typical quick play is what's known as a two set, the ball just two feet
above the net right in front of the setter, almost always to the middle
hitter. The hitter contacts the ball just as it reaches its apex. It requires
perfect timing and the purpose is to get it done before a block can go up. But
when you have hitters jumping as high as these girls, a mere two set won't do.

On this play, Robin, the setter, put the ball about five feet up, the timing
being much harder than a two set. Surprisingly, the men's team got up a double
block. Tanya once again balled her hand into a fist and cranked it from above
the block by nearly three feet right at the top of the ball's arc. She was
slightly to the left of the dual block and she put the ball on the floor to
the right of them, almost to taunt them that they couldn't stop her, since it
would have been easier to go to the left of their block.

Thirty years ago, the Cuban women changed the game, but they only had that one
shorter woman with spectacular leaping ability. The rest of the team was
taller and merely great jumpers, most in the three foot range, which was
considered great back then. The Harvard women's team was again redefining
women's volleyball into a sport of even greater athleticism and power. This
group had of twelve players were all shorter than most traditional types, and
they all had more muscle and greater leaping ability, They were all strong as
shit, but Tanya was in a league all her own. Even Carol was starting to see
that. Tanya had several more hits like this before the slaughter ended.

The final scores were: 15-2, 15-0, 15-0, 15-3, and 15-2, pretty one sided.
Normally they would have stopped after three games, the match already decided,
but this was a scrimmage, so they played on. The women were so dominant that
every game took less than fifteen minutes to play. They joked that they really
fucked up in that fourth game, allowing three points.

Afterwards, the women's team took their time in the locker room, doing lord
knows what, because they wanted the crowds to dissipate before they came out.
The male players had been trounced so badly that they were thoroughly
embarrassed, although they shouldn't have been. It wasn't that they were bad,
they were just up against superior beings, and some of the guys realized it.
They thought it was cool that girls could be such great athletes and still be
so hot. A few of them were waiting at the girl's locker room door when they
came out.

"Not tonight boys. We're all going out together to celebrate. And besides, I'm
already taken, but I'm sure some of the new girls might rock your worlds
another time."

Tanya approached one of the guys. Gently touching his cheek, "You're kinda
cute. I'll be in the weight room tomorrow at eight. Maybe we can work out
together and then go out for a bite to eat and get to know each other."
Several other girls made arrangements with some of the guys.

Tanya was a dark Latina beauty. She was five-eight and a hundred and seventy
pounds of muscle. Pound for pound, she was even stronger than Carol, and like
Carol, it seemed that she got turned on by her own power, getting stronger as
the match went on.

She met up with Kevin in the weight room around eight the next night, as
planned. There were a bunch of people there, including several of her
teammates. Just like the Alpha Girls, Tanya had started lifting at about ten,
actually a little earlier. Her older brother was a Crossfit instructor. He had
trained her starting when she was about nine and a half.

To say Tanya embarrassed Kevin would be to put it mildly. Yeah, he had done
some lifting, but she was a beast, and after he saw her doing power snatches
with a weight he couldn't even get off the floor, he decided not to do any
exercises that she was doing in order to avoid direct strength comparisons.
Once she had those two hundred and forty pounds over her head, she started to
do squats, deep squats, her round, muscular butt almost touching the floor at
the bottom. Doing squats with your arms fully extended is incredibly
difficult, much harder than doing them with the bar on your shoulders.
Everyone who saw her doing it was astounded, even some of her teammates who
already knew how strong she was.

Kevin was a smart guy, (he was going to Harvard, after all, and he wasn't a
legacy like George Bush) and he knew he couldn't compete with her in any way
when it came to things physical. If he had been intimidated by her hits on the
volleyball court, in the weight room he was even more so. He readily admitted
that she was much stronger than him. But she was so much more than that.

Tanya got the full ride to Harvard, plus extras, just like Carol and Amy. She
was the highest recruited high school volleyball player in the country, some
schools already looking at her when she was a high school freshman. She could
have written her own ticket anywhere, but she chosen Harvard because she had
heard so much about Carol and because she was planning to be a lawyer, and
what better place than Harvard.

She was aggressive, real aggressive. Carol was surely very much an alpha
personality but she had always been in Amy's shadow when they were younger.
Tanya had never been second fiddle to anyone. She was more like Amy in the
regard. So after their workout when Tanya told Kevin that they were going back
to her place, something told him not to argue.

When they got there, she told him to make himself at home as she stripped off
her workout clothes right in front of him, down to a tiny baby blue thong. He
was startled by her total lack of modesty. "Why are you looking at me like
that? I'm proud of my body. It's pretty spectacular, don't you think?"

"Yes. I've never seen such physical perfection before."

"Damn straight. I'm going to take a quick shower. Don't want you to get a
salty taste in your mouth. Ha ha. If you need one, there's another bathroom
down there, towels above the toilet. Although lifting those tiny weights that
you did, I can't imagine you worked up much of a sweat. Ha ha ha."

When she came back out afterwards, he was sitting on the edge of the bed in
his boxers. As soon as he saw her, his shorts tented up. She was in a fresh
pair of panties, a thong, with the inscription "Total Superiority" on the
front triangle. And, like so many muscle babes, she had saved a few shirts
from when she was younger and smaller, this one a ribbed wife-beater,
stretched over her powerful upper body and nice tits, at once emphasizing her
muscles and the fact that she was very much female. Plus, even as muscular as
she was, the top made her seem bigger yet and very intimidating, riding up her
body, her muscular core completely exposed.

As she looked at him sitting there, she smiled. "Oh, you're being pretty
presumptuous sitting there on my bed in your underwear. You think you're going
to get laid, do you?"

"Isn't that why we're here?"

"Maybe, but we're here so I can demonstrate my overwhelming superiority over
you."

"You already did that on the volleyball court last night and in the weight
room tonight."

"Well, I have a few other demonstrations in mind as well." She grabbed his
hand, yanking him to his feet. "Come on, it'll be fun, at least fun for me. Ha
ha." She led him down the hall towards the room that she had set up for her
other sport.

Walking down the hallway, Kevin wondered out loud as he looked around how she
had such a place. "Are your parents wealthy?"

"Hardly. My Dad worked as a gardener and my Mom cleaned houses, the
stereotypical Hispanic couple. They probably worked for white people like your
parents." There was a certain edge to her voice when she said it. "No, I have
this place because I went to the school that offered me the most stuff. You
know, Harvard didn't recruit Carol until she was a high school senior. They
started talking to me when I was a freshman, which means they were talking to
me before they were with Carol. That's how fucking good I am."

"Well, I wish I had half your talent?"

"Good boy."

"Good boy?"

"For recognizing that I'm way better than you in every way, just like my thong
says."

"I've already acknowledged that."

"Yeah, you did. I'm probably smarter than you too, although we might be a
little closer there. Back to volleyball. You do know who Carol is, don't you?"

"Yeah, she's the only one back from last year's team, your captain."

She's pretty fucking incredible, the reason I came to this school, other than
the perks. I think I proved last night that I'm a better hitter than her. I'm
quicker, and I know I'm stronger in the upper body."

"You're incredible, you all are."

"You got that right. Think about this for a second. What's your vertical
jump?"

"About thirty inches, two and a half feet."

"And in the past you've probably been told that that's a pretty decent?" He
nodded, looking down at the floor, 'cause he knew what was coming. "How
inferior does it make you feel knowing that I jump almost twice as high as
you?" As she said this, Kevin's mind wandered back to those closed fisted hits
and he suddenly came in his shorts. He turned red with embarrassment when she
laughed at him. "That's ok, little boy. Your body is just responding to my
awesomness. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, even our setter, all five-seven and
a hundred and fifty-five pounds jumps a foot and a half higher than you do.
She's stronger than you too.

The still embarrassed, Kevin retorted, "Well, you've put me in my place."

"I haven't even begun." She opened the door and ushered him into a room. It
was wall to wall mats. Unlike Carol's workout room, there were no weights.
Tanya was lifting so heavy these days that she needed a much larger variety
than she could have in her apartment. Without warning, she grabbed his arm and
flung him into the middle of the room where he fell onto the mats.

As he sat up, and looked back at her, "Let's start with something basic." She
lay down on the mat next to him, gesturing for him to do the same, facing her.
Tanya put her right arm in the classic arm-wrestling position. "My weak one.
You use both of yours." He couldn't budge her, not one bit. Kevin was putting
so much effort into it that he was sweating. She just smiled. "I guess it's a
tie," she sneered.

Without letting go, Tanya stood up, bringing him along. She stepped back,
removing her top. Even though he had seen her tits earlier, he was still
startled at their perfection. They stuck so straight out and were so firm that
if he didn't know better he would think that they were made of muscle too.
"Kevin baby, I want you to tie my left hand, my stronger arm, behind my back
using this top. It's my favorite top for nights like this, so you'll be
guaranteed that I won't try to get my arm free for fear of ruining it. Then
we're going to wrestle."

"I still won't have a chance, will I?"

"No, but like I said, we're here so I can show you in even more ways how
awesome I am. She lay back down on her stomach. "Get me in any position you
want to start." Kevin bent her knees until her feet were almost touching her
rock hard butt, crossed them and then sat on them.

Lifting her head slightly, she didn't resist as he pulled her right arm to the
left across her face. As he was doing this, he noticed that her forearms were
almost as thick as his biceps, and her upper arms had to be two or three
inches bigger and so much denser. When he thought he had that arm securely in
place with his left hand, he took his right hand and cupped her chin and then
pulled back, so he was arching her upper body back some. While still sitting
on her folded legs, he wrapped his around her torso. When he was absolutely
sure that she couldn't move anything, he told her he was just about ready.

"This is a very good hold, little man. When you're ready, you say go."

He checked all components of his hold one last time. "Go."

In a blaze of speed and power, without even getting her right hand loose from
his grip, grabbed his left ankle, ducked her head down and yanked that left
leg forward with such explosive power that all his holds were broken at once,
by one arm. He landed in front of her on his back with a thud and before he
could even catch a breath, she leaped forward, landing on his head, and with
her free hand, twisted his legs up then lifted. The only thing touching the
mat was his head and shoulders. His arms were free but totally
inconsequential. Grinding herself on his face, Tanya had the first of what was
to be many orgasms that night.

Then she tossed him around for a little while, twisted him into all sorts of
positions, tying up his body and arms with her legs then doing amazing thing
to his legs with that one arm, rubbing it in that she was not only so much
stronger than him, but faster, more coordinated, more flexible, and on and on.

Finally, she released him and let him recover a little and then instructed him
untie her left hand. "I just wanted to show you that even with my dominant
hand tied, this was no contest. Now, there is no point is going on with any
more wrestling or anything like that."

"No. You could probably beat two of me."

"Four of you."

"I'm not that weak."

"Kevin, to me just about everyone is weak."

"Rubbing it in again. I can imagine you're twice as strong as me, but four
times?"

"It's not that. Look at it this way. If you used everything you had to control
just one of my limbs, you still wouldn't be able to do it. I've got four
limbs, so logically four of you wouldn't be able to keep me under control. I'd
just thrash around until one of you got hurt. Then there would be three an it
would be that much easier, then two, you get the idea."

As she stood straddling him and he as looked up at her from his point of view,
she looked even more powerful, that tight, muscle laden waist tapering wider
and wider up to impossibly strong shoulders that had helped her lift two
hundred and forty pounds over her head. He immediately was hard again and
starting to have another ejaculation. She reached down and ripped his boxers
off, watching the last twitchings of a very large dick. "Very nice. At least
one part of you has some muscle. Now, on your knees and remove my thong with
your teeth. And remember what it says on those tiny things, "Total
Superiority".

Tanya settled herself down on his face, looking in the direction of that huge
cock, still twitching, the light glistening of his juices. At the moment he
was doing a wonderful job of licking her pussy as he ran his hands over that
muscular butt, and those legs. She arched her back, leaning until her head was
touching the mat and started to fondle her perfect breasts, feeling his hands
move to her biceps and thick triceps, which are actually the arm muscle most
used when hitting a volleyball well over a hundred miles an hour.

He was being a good boy, worshiping her as he serviced her. Soon she was in
the throes of an intense orgasm and in the midst of it she felt hot fluid
splattering over her rock hard core muscles. He was so enthralled by this
Goddess that he had already come four times with no manual stimulation.
Sitting up and turning around on her hands and knees her pulsating abs right
over his head, she whispered, "clean me off." He did not hesitate, holding
onto her arms so he could lift his head up to her torso, marveling at how hard
they were.

After he was done, she got up on her knees again and situated herself between
his legs, staring at him, running her hands up and down her body, so awash in
her power. "You've been a good boy, serving me and worshipping me."

"You are a Goddess."

"And you will be rewarded. But I still must assert my superiority even as I'm
giving you pleasure. She put her hands on his ankles and lifted his legs up
and out. Kevin let out a yelp but she held him there until he got used to it.

"This is called the "Amazon Position" because, well, isn't it obvious. Later,
I'm gonna fuck you in this position, because you have a nice big cock, because
this position makes it clear who's in charge and because I can use all my
considerable strength to fuck you into total submission, to make you
understand in no uncertain terms what real superiority, incredible power and
total dominance feels like. But first, since you've been such a good boy, I'm
gonna return the favor, but still in this position."

Once again Tanya was proving herself to be the best at everything, taking most
of his cock into her mouth, going up and down on his thick staff, expertly
swirling her tongue on the tip as she went, her eyes closed, enjoying it as
much as he was. Kevin was in such ecstasy that he lost track of everything
except the unbelievable sensations. And then, he dared to put a hand on the
top of her head. "Oh Maria, this is the best yet." She stopped in her tracks,
and opened her eyes, his dick still in her mouth. Then, "Maria don't stop or
I'll have Daddy fire you."

Tanya knew exactly what was going on, what had happened in the past, probably
many times. Rich boy forcing the Hispanic cleaning woman to suck his dick for
fear of losing her job. It had happened to her mother. Tanya flew into a rage
Showing that amazing quickness combined with that brute strength, she let go
of his ankles, wrapped her arms around the outside of his legs and then
grabbed the back of his neck and squeezed so hard that his mouth opened. In an
instant she leaned her powerful torso into him, shoving his dick into his
mouth.

She had his whole body under her control with her arms, except for his arms,
and he was desperately trying to extricate himself, but on his best day they
would still have no impact on her. Tanya started to pump his dick in and out
of his mouth by curling her arms inward, crushing his whole body, and then
pulling him toward her and realeasing, back and forth. The, mostly for her own
sake, relishing in her power, she got to her feet and walked over to a mirror,
staring at herself while she moved his body like she was playing an accordion.
Kevin was in agony, but there was no getting away from the stimulus that his
own mouth was providing to his dick. And somewhere in the back of his pain
addled mind, he was getting off on how fucking strong this dominant woman was.

Minutes later he started to ejaculate huge amounts into his mouth causing him
to almost gag. Tanya turned and threw him halfway across the room. Her anger
had not subsided one bit. Kevin was scared shitless, as well he should be.
When you're facing a super aggressive alpha female who happens to be twice as
strong as you, you ought to be looking around for a weapon. She pounced on
him, leaping from halfway across the room, getting him back into that Amazon
position, but his legs higher up, closer to his head and arms. She hooked a
thumb from each hand around each of his wrists, so now even his arms were
captured.

"So you forced the maid to suck your dick so she wouldn't get fired. I'll bet
she had some muscle too, a reason why you were attracted to me." She glared at
him. "ANSWER ME."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I made her blow me almost every time she was there, but it was the maid."

"Did she have some muscles? ANSWER ME."

"No, that would have been the cleaning lady, but not like your muscles, she
just had a little, from moving furniture and stuff."

"Did you make her suck your dick too? DID YOU?"

"No, I fucked her."

"Well, not like I'm gonna fuck you." She re-arranged her hands just long
enough so she could keep all four of his limbs under the control of her right
hand while she reached back and inserted him into her pussy. Going back to the
original position, she spread his arms and legs as far as she could to cause
as much pain as possible. And then looking him straight in the eye, she
started ramming that powerful pelvis of hers against him, slowly at first, and
then faster and faster. Kevin was in more pain than he had ever been in his
life.

The superbly conditioned Tanya kept up this pace for nearly twenty minutes,
having over the top orgasms many times, each one stronger than the last, and
at each meltdown, pushing his arms and legs as far as her powerful arms could
push while clamping down on his dick with well-trained pussy muscles. Finally
she stopped. He was almost unconscious. But she had one more demonstration of
her physical superiority for him.

Keeping him inside her, she brought his arms and legs back in, wrapped her
arms around them and clasping her hands together behind is back. Then she
stood up. He was fully awake now and pretty sure he would be crippled for
life. "This is for my mother," she said with a tear in her eye. And she did
the ultimate in Amazonian fucking, moving his whole body in and out while
slowly squeezing him into a tighter and tighter package.

When she was done, she unwrapped her arms from his unconscious body, but she
still kept her pussy muscles clamped tightly on the one thing that was still
saluting her awesomeness, She stared at her powerful body in the mirror as he
hung limply between her legs. Then she relaxed her pussy and he fell to the
floor.

Tanya went and took a shower, quietly crying the whole time, thinking of all
the humiliation both her parents went through at the hands of white folk, the
worst being when her mother's employers forced her to perform sexual favors.
When she went back out to the room with the mats, she looked over at the still
unconscious Kevin. His dick was still hard as a rock and there appeared to be
fresh semen on the tip, suggesting that he had come again while unconscious.

She picked up her "Total Superiority" panties and put them back on. This was
basically all she wore when she was in her apartment, usually going about her
business wearing as little as possible so she could look at her magnificent
torso whenever she felt like it. She went and sat down at her desk in the next
room to study. A while later she heard a moan of pain from next door.

He was awake, trying to move around a little. He had a lot of bruises and was
sore as shit, but nothing was broken. "You alright?"

"I think so. Why did you beat me up so bad?"

"Because what you did to your maid and cleaning woman happened to my Mom at
the hands of her employers. Call it revenge. Now, get dressed and get out."

For the next few weeks, Tanya worked out like mad, doing jump squats with
fifty pound dumbbells and jumping up onto a three foot box with forties. In
addition, she was doing lateral raises with twenties and triceps kickbacks
with thirty pounders. The next time the women's team scrimmaged the men, Tanya
was jumping as high as her role model and hitting quite a bit harder with that
closed fist. Every awesome spike sent the message the there was no doubt who
the best hitter was.

No one ever came near stopping Tanya and it didn't matter if there was a block
or not. She was no longer unstoppable, she was untouchable. Now it was Carol's
turn to be in awe, which she was okay with. In fact, she was almost swooning
with every devastating hit from Tanya. From the bench, since he hadn't
recovered yet from his encounter with Tanya, a contrite Kevin now understood
the anger behind every one of those frightening bombs.

He approached her afterwards almost pleading for a chance to make amends. "You
seem to have realized what an awful thing you did to you servants. I do like
that big dick of your and the way you worshiped me. Tell you what. You bring
three teammates with you. If the four of you can hold me down, you can all
fuck me with me. If you don't succeed, I fuck every one of you in the Amazon
position until you're all sitting on the bench due to your injuries. Ha, think
about it, in three nights I could put the entire men's team on the injured
list. Anyway, I've got other plans tonight."

Just then, Carol came out of the locker room. She had a sort of faraway look
in her eye and was rather deferential to Tanya. "Are you ready to go, Tanya?"

"Yup. Your place or mine?"

"Whatever you say, you're in charge."