Alpha Girls - Pt. 9  Mostly Tanya  
 by Musclehead



Tanya didn't actually like indoor six woman volleyball all that much. The best
woman player in the country and without a doubt the best jumper and hitter in
the world wasn't into it that much. She was playing to pay for her education.
What she really liked was beach doubles. The Spartan aspect of only two people
doing what it takes six indoors, was appealing to her. Plus you could play
almost naked and people could see almost every square inch of her perfect
powerful body.

So Carol and Tanya played beach ball together the following summer. And while
they were no doubt the best hitters, other aspects of their game needed work.
They still won all the time because they simply played the game a foot or two
above everyone else and eventually no one can overcome that advantage. The
only time they played against guys was when they were practicing. And they
were able to eat all of these guys up. They worked at it every summer, all the
way through school, waiting until the summer after Tanya had graduated to
challenge any top men. (Carol was a year ahead and was in pre-med.)

For their coming out as not just the best women players but the best players,
period, they got matching suit bottoms, as tiny as possible with the
inscription, "Unstoppable" emblazoned on the front and "total superiority" on
the backs. Their tops were pink ribbed wife beaters, several sizes too small
to create that same effect as when they wore their shirts from their earlier
years. With their hot bodies, made hotter by their outfits, coupled with their
unbelievable play, they would become like pied pipers that day, followed
around wherever they went.

Tanya was more driven than Carol. She worked out harder, so often in the
weight room while Carol was spending more and more of her free time with Dave.
Tanya was right about relationships. At this point in her life, other than to
be used for sex, men were a distraction. An argument could also be made that
Tanya have better genes for becoming the most dominant player ever, especially
jumping. So as the season got underway against other women, the gap in their
abilities on the court was becoming obvious.

Even though Carol was a pretty awesome hitter, opponents had a chance of
blocking her or digging her or digging her now and again. So she got every
serve. (In doubles, the person who receives the serve winds up being the
hitter most of the time) No one ever served Tanya intentionally. Word got out
how much better they were than everyone else, and soon some of the male
players were watching some of their playing. And there was no disagreement
that these two babes were awesome, and they all knew to expect Tanya to be
great since she was getting no sets. While Carol was physically world class,
there was something about Tanya. Her body was so perfectly muscled, like many
of the best crossfit women. But there was a fullness to her muscle bellies,
creating rather a more curviness to them. Her tight waist was armor coated,
each pair of abs rounded, when viewed from the side, curving out from the
crotch and back in just below the breasts which weren't as big as Carol's but
sat high on thick pec muscles.

Her lower back likewise flared up to a well-developed upper back. Her whole
upper torso, with all that muscle, appeared twice as big as her waist, and the
arch created by the tight lower back and the upward curling abs gave them
impression, not incorrectly, of immense strength. And let's not forget those
legs, those incredible legs and those thick vascular arms. Carol indeed fit
into that category of very strong, but Tanya looked like the perfect human
animal with animal strength.

When they finally got to see her hit a spike, she didn't disappoint. The men
looked on in disbelief as the blocker put up a very good block, cutting off
Tanya's crosscourt power shot. Didn't matter, Tanya cut the ball farther
inside of the block, and from about two feet above it, three above the net,
with that snap of the fist.

Carol had backed while up while watching Tanya hit and was ready to serve,
totally confidant the she wouldn't be blocked. As Tanya turned to throw her
the ball, she overheard one guy say that she hit as well as the men, and then
another guy quipped that she was playing on a net that was ten inches lower
and she probably couldn't do that on an eight foot net. She glanced over at
whoever had dared question her abilities, when the other guy said, "You idiot,
her hand was three feet above the net when she hit it. That means two feet
above ours." Little did they know that that wasn't even a really high jump for
her. "And I think she hit it with a closed fist. Boy, that takes total
confidence."

Tanya jumped as well in sand as she did on the wood floors. Most people loose
almost a foot on their jump in deep sand, as was the case with Carol. Part of
the reason was her upper body strength helped her explode out of the sand. She
was so fast springing to the peak of her jump, even other really good jumpers
still had no chance to block her. Honestly even really good jumpers were still
not in her league.

Tanya would hover as the blocker desperately tried to stop her and then she'd
crank the ball as hard as possible, just to the side of them, to taunt them,
but from so much higher up. And really to rub it in, she liked to put it down
while crossing over, so that if she was to the right of the block, she'd put
it to the left of the block, still straight down and always as hard conditions
allowed.

She and Carol liked to run a lot of quick plays, s good was their ball control
at this point. Just like when they scrimmaged against the Harvard men's team,
the play was often over before the defenders even reacted. When you explode
out of the sand as quickly as Tanya, she's three feet above you and still
climbing before you've left the ground. If it was a quick play, she could hit
it at any point in her jump, putting the ball down before the blocker had
reacted, and if the blocker read her right, she could just go over her.

The guys who were watching had already left when Tanya had one of those most
extraordinary hits late in the match. The defender had decided that if Tanya
got another chance to hit, they would just try to stay back and dig the spike,
knowing it was futile to try to block. Carol put up a high arching set out
where most doubles players like to hit from, about ten feet in from the
sideline. Tanya's exploded out of the sand just as fast as any of her others
jumps. At the very peak of the jump, her hand was over four feet above the net
and she put it down with an arm-swing that was so quick and powerful that the
ball hit the sand almost directly below her, and bounced forty feet up and
away while Tanya still hovered. Everyone knew that it was the best hit ever by
a woman.

So after three years of practicing, the moment had arrived. In the women's
tournament, the girls had won two winner's bracket matches in a row in less
than an forty-five minutes. They showed no mercy because they want to get
these two matches out of the way, since they had entered the men's tournament
also. They wouldn't have to play another women's match for many hours.

Tanya had convinced the tournament director to let them play in the men's. He
had heard about them and he knew they would be competitive. He didn't want to
seed them too low where they might embarrassingly upset one of the top seeds,
so he put them in the middle somewhere. They were the twenty-first seed (out
of thirty) playing the ninth seed. As they walked over towards the court,
Carol looked at her. "Tanya, I know that you're way better than me at hitting
now. That's why I get every serve. I hope I don't hold you back."

"Oh, no baby, never. Yeah, I know I've gotten better. But that's because
you've got other things going on, Dave and med school. All I do is study, work
out and get sex whenever I feel like it. I don't have a guy in my life so I
work out a lot more than you."

"I'm sure that's a big part of it, but I think you're more talented than me,
whether it's genetics or what. I don't think I'd ever get as strong as you
even if I worked out as much. And I've leveled off in jumping. You just keep
getting stronger and stronger, and better and better."

"You know, I'll always had that fire burning in me because of the humiliation
my parents had to endure, but I have another driving force. In addition to all
the shit that we've had to put up with, being called wetbacks, illegals,
whatever, one thing stuck with me. I heard someone say we were another
species, closer to animals. I decided that I would make myself as physically
conditioned and strong as possible, and I decided beach volleyball would be
the best venue to prove myself, because I could show off my perfect body with
very little on while I proved that I can do things that no one else can do. My
natural jumping ability comes from my father's side of the family. I want it
so that when someone questions whether I'm from another species, it's because
I'm so much better, so "totally superior" as our suit bottoms say."

"I think you're there, baby, I know I'm better than most and you're way beyond
me. You also make me so hot, baby."

They locked arms as they walked, Tanya whispering, "later baby." When they got
to the court, Tanya, nudged Carol, "Hey, the guy on the right said he didn't
think I'd be able to hit on a men's net. The guy on the left was a little more
respectful, pointing out that I was over three foot above the women's net and
that was high enough. I think one of them might wind up very lucky, and the
other, not so much."

After five plays, the girls were up 4-0. The men had only one chance to score
thus far and they hadn't capitalized on it. Since then it had been women all
the way. Their spikes were directed at Carol thus far, wanting to avoid giving
Tanya a chance to hit. It didn't matter. The girls were playing perfect ball
control. Carol's digs resulted in excellent passes and every Tanya set was
really juicy. Carol was on fire, pounding every hit with a passion.

On the next play, the first guy had a decent pass, but the other guy's set was
drifting forward. At the last second, the hitter realized this but was already
in a jump to hit it rather than block. Hoping to get something on it before it
went over, he followed through on his hit, trying to hurry it up. His arm was
cocked to hit and the ball was just breaking the plane, when it whizzed by his
ear. He looked awkward and slow and this young woman blasted out of the sand
and crushed what should have been his set.

Pounding it from more than two feet above him, she hit the ball as if he
wasn't even there. What else everyone could see was that he was ready to hit
and she cleaned his clock. 5-0 in the first game and both guys knew that they
weren't handling Carol very well, but they knew that their only possibility
was to try to cut Tanya out of the play as much as possible.

She had one other chance in the game when she fielded a pretty good hit from
the guy who was the better of the two. She made her approach to hit up the
sideline which Carol knew was a signal for a shoot set. A shoot set is where
the setter fires the ball across the court straight across with not arch. The
balls arrive in front of the hitter and at the right height, just as the
hitter is ready to swing. Usually it's a relatively low set. Carol's shoot set
for Tanya arrived three feet above the net, and she blasted it down the
sideline over his block. He saw that hit from the perspective of being below
her, looking up as a fist pounded a ball from four feet above him since the
whole play happened so fast his block never even got off the ground.

Tanya almost never hit a on the second play. If they were going to serve to
Carol non-stop, she would dutifully set, fully confident in her partner. But
on the last play of the first game, Carol passed high and Tanya jumped to set,
at the last moment, twisting and coming down over top of the ball,
underscoring what the guys already knew, that they were never going to be able
to do anything to stop her. The guys never got to serve again, the final score
of that first game, 11-0.

Starting the second game, they were pretty demoralized. They knew they had no
chance. There's no worse feeling in starting that second game with that sick
feeling in your stomach knowing that you're going to be humiliated again. They
were average players and these two strong chicks were already proving
themselves to be anything but. So the guys became more erratic in the second
game. If a serve went wrong, floating over to Tanya instead of Carol, and she
would just put on a show, impossibly awesome hits from so high and so quick
and with so much power.

Quite a crowd was starting to form. A lot of them were from the women's
tournament. While none of them liked getting thrashed by Carol and Tanya, now
that the girls were so utterly destroying two guys, instead of them, Tanya and
Carol were suddenly the female heroines, breaking new ground, not just beating
men, crushing them in their own sport. Carol was great, but Tanya stole the
show,

They forfeited out of the women's tournament so they could continue against
men. They won every match and the tournament, but when not without some
competition. Against better and better teams, the top men were able to take
advantage of Carol. Still, they were now in the finals, looking across the net
at the best men's team. These guys were better than anyone at keeping Tanya's
contribution to a minimum, and soon they were ahead by two points, the first
time being behind all day for the ladies.

Things were starting to look a little shaky, so the girls called a time out.
Carol was the first to speak. "I am holding you back. There's no denying it."

"No, baby. You're ... .."

"The weak link here. I want you to start hitting two hits."

"No, I don't want to do that. We're in this together." They stood silent for a
moment.

"Well then, I want you to take more of the court on serve receipt, like two
thirds of the court." The men still tried to get the serve to Carol. And she
did fine most of the time, but doubles volleyball is a game of attrition, and
the men had started to pull away. Soon, at Carol's insistence, Tanya was
taking three quarters of the court on serve receipt and the men could no
longer keep it away from her.

To say she wowed the crowd would be an understatement. These were the best
players around and they just couldn't touch her. She went over them and around
them, sometimes if the block was even slightly off the net, she put it down in
front of him. There were actually a few touches on dig attempts but none were
successful. The girls caught up and then pass the guys, winning the first
game, 11-7, the most that had been scored against them.

The girls never looked back in the second game, winning 11-2, the game and the
tournament. And Tanya had left no doubt in the minds of everyone who had seen
them. She was the greatest hitter ever, man or woman, indoor or in the sand.
When the tournament director gave her the most valuable player trophy and cash
award, he said words that were music to her ears. "Ladies and gentleman, I
think we have all been witness to a performance today that was beyond what any
of us could have imagined. I'm sure even the guys will agree that this woman
is so much better than everyone else, it's almost like she's from some
advanced species."

Ceremony over, the girls could hardly gather their stuff, there were so many
people wanting to talk to them. A lot of guys were hitting on them, a bunch
asking if they were stronger than guys. Stupid men. The guy who had questioned
her ability to hit on a man's net sheepishly came over. "I have never seen
anyone hit like you, or jump like you."

"Thank you." They stood there for a moment, and then, "Is there something
else?"

"Do, do you think you're stronger than a man?"

"What man? I'm sure there are plenty of men out there who are stronger than
me, just no one who jumps better."

"Okay, do you think you're stronger than me?"

Tanya just rolled her eyes. "Why don't you and your friend come over to the
hotel that Carol and I are staying at?"

"He's got a girlfriend here with him."

"Well, it looks like you're in for the night of your life with two hot
muscle-girls. Here's the hotel name and our room number. We're gonna go get
something to eat and then clean up. Wouldn't want you getting a salty taste in
our mouth. Ha Ha."

A couple hours later, back at the hotel, Carol answered the door wearing gym
shorts and a long sleeve shirt. "Tanya will be out in a minute. If you're
going to have some kind of strength contest with her, you might as well strip
down." Carol looked him up and down as he removed is shorts and shirt. "Ummmm,
bikini underwear. You must think you're hot stuff. You know, you were wearing
a shirt when we played you guys, I mean when we destroyed you guys, Ha ha.
You're kind of skinny. How tall are you and how much do you weigh?"

"One-seventy, six-one."

"That's what Tanya weighs at five eight. I don't know why it can't sink with
you that she's stronger than you. She's the same weight at five inches shorter
because she has much more muscle than you."

"What kind of contest is she thinking of?"

"She'll probably leave that up to you because it won't matter."

A few minutes later, Tanya came out of the bedroom wearing her "Total
Superiority" panties, not the suit bottoms they wore at the beach but her tiny
little thong. Her top was ridiculously small, the ribbed material stretching
almost to its limits over thick traps and wide lats, her thrusting tits mostly
exposed, the distortion of the material so erotic.

"My God, you look even more incredible than at the beach, and that's saying
something." was all he could say.

"That's stating the obvious. I think my boobs are as perfect as the rest of
me. What do you think? Close your mouth, Greg. So what kind of strength test
do you want to engage in?" As she talked, Carol came up behind her, reaching
her arms around Tanya, stroking her abs and tits."

"Are you two gay?"

"No, I just appreciate that Tanya has the most perfect body ... "

"Carol too, don't you think, Greg. You must be in heaven. We like men and we
like cock, but how can we keep our hands off each other? We just haven't met
any men who measure up to us yet. I'm pretty sure you don't. Prove me wrong."

"Can we wrestle?"

"I thought you'd never ask. That's what all men want to do so they can get
their hands on my luscious body. And then they think they'll fuck me after
they beat me." She paused, "because they're men." Carol snickered at the
thought. "Let's go in the other room if we're gonna wrestle."

When they got there, "You have mats laid out here? Why and how'd you manage
that?"

"Why? Because I knew that you were going to ask me to wrestle. And how? When
you look like Carol and me, you can get pretty much anything you want. Men
pretend they don't like our muscles, but they always do. They'll do whatever
we ask and if they don't, it usually doesn't go well for them."

"So you've wrestled a lot?"

"Yup."

"Do you ever ... "

Carol interrupted him. "No, she never loses. In fact, I never lose either,
except when I wrestle with Tanya. She wipes the floor with me."

Tanya and a clearly nervous Greg faced off against each other. "Greg, little
man, I can see you're getting a boner."

"You're so hot. I love your muscles."

"But you can't comprehend even after all my devastating hits that my muscles
are stronger than yours. I don't know if it sunk in yet, but when I hit the
volleyball, you may have noticed that I rocketed out of the sand very quickly
and my armswing was so fast it was a blur. I have what's known as explosive
power, where all my strength reserves are concentrated in an instant. I'm so
fast I left you completely flatfooted several times today. I'm going to give
you a demonstration of that explosive speed, but first I'm going to show you
my power more slowly."

They locked up arms and shoulders, Tanya just standing there, Greg struggling
to get something going, maybe try to get her off balance. Then slowly, Tanya
started to maneuver him to one side, eventually turning him around so she was
behind him. As she did this, she reached around and crossed his arms over his
chest. He struggled to stop her but she barely noticed his efforts. His left
arm was crossed over his right, and then she held his left forearm with her
right hand.

"Gotcha, she teased. Then she bent him forward so she could grasp his right
ankle with her left hand. Standing back up, she brought his leg up, quickly
let go of his wrist and transferring his ankle to her right hand. She did this
all slowly except for switching hands, so he could try to counter her, but
there was no stopping her brute strength.

She bent poor Greg forward again, grabbed his left leg and pulled that one up,
crossing his other leg and transferring that one to her right hand. So Greg
was basically folded like a cheap suitcase, his limbs crossing each other in
such a way that she was able to hold all of them together with one powerful
right arm, although Greg didn't know that yet. Leaning back some, Tanya yanked
his little bikini briefs off, tearing them like tissue paper. Greg squealed,
"No fair two of you ganging up on me."

"Carol's over there, Greg." She straightened up so he could see Carol on the
other side of the room.

"How ... ..?"

"I told you I had to prove to you that I'm stronger than you. I've got your
whole body under control with my right arm, and if you remember from earlier,
I'm left handed." She stopped talking and reached back down to his crotch.
"Oh, you're a big boy after all, and hard as a rock. You must really be
getting off on how fucking ungodly strong I am." She ran a finger oh so gently
from the base of his cock up until she brushed against the tip. He came
instantly.

Unceremoniously dropping him onto the thick carpet, she walked towards Carol
who was striping down to her favorite outfit. The two of them high-fived as
they passed each other. "Your turn baby." Greg had scrambled to his feet to
defend himself. He leaped at Carol and she caught him in a bearhug, squeezing
until his arms and legs slowed then stopped flailing. She threw him down and
turned back to her partner. "He's yours."

"That was quick."

"I'm so turned on watching you, I want more."

"You got it Babe." She sauntered over to Greg. "Oh, Greggy-Poo, you ready?"

"No, please."

"Sorry. This was your idea. So, you've felt my relentless brute strength and
some of Carol's as well. A bonus. Now it's time to demonstrate my
explosiveness, to give you a wrestling version of one of my hits. And please,
try and fight back."

"I am trying." As he spoke he ran at her, trying to grab those muscular legs.
Leaning forward, Tanya grabbed his waist from above and flipped him up into
the air, his hold immediately broken. She let go and as he descended, facing
up, she put a hand on his chest and slammed him down onto his back. Before he
could even catch his breath, she had flipped him over, her left leg crossing
under his chest, the right one across the small of his back. Then she leaned
back on her arms, her triceps exploding into detail. Twisting to the right and
lifting his upper body with her left leg while pushing down on his lower back
with her right, she was bending his body backwards with just her legs.

As he screamed a submission which she ignored, she held this hold for a few
seconds, straightening her powerful core, her muscular butt coming off the
floor as she poured on the pressure. Then she let up, her left leg going back
down on the floor. Leaning forward, she grabbed one of his legs, lifting his
lower body up so she could scoot her right leg under him too. As soon as her
legs were in position she lay down and in the same motion, bent at the waist,
bringing her legs up and flipping him over.

Before he had even landed, she was on him, grabbing him under the armpits,
falling back and throwing him back over her again. Even though this was easy
for her, throwing a hundred and seventy pounds around was getting her pumped
and sweaty. Going over to where Greg lay, face down, Tanya kneeled next to
him, putting a hand on his neck, and grabbing an ankle, lifting his lower body
high while the rest of him stayed down. Once again, she only applied the hold
for a few seconds before moving on.

Standing up, but still holding his ankle, she flipped him onto his back.
"Please, no more. You're too strong for me."

"I was too strong for you when I was twelve. You should have figured that out
the first time you saw me hit the ball. I overheard you telling your friend
that I wouldn't be able to hit on the men's net? Anyway, enough chit- chat, on
to my next move."

"No, Please." His pleading fell on deaf ears.

Calling over to Carol, "Hey Babe. You watching?"

"I can't take my eyes off you. Watching you utterly dominate an average guy, I
don't even have to touch myself. I'm losing it with each new hold you do."

"Well, watch this, Baby."

"No, please, Pleeaasse."

Tanya grabbed him under one arm pit and one leg, high up near the crotch. Then
she rolled back, picking pulling him up so when she came to rest on her back,
he was dangling above her, basically in a position as if she was going to
bench press him, which she did. But when she pushed him back up, using some of
that explosive strength, she threw him up and over her head. Ever the showoff,
Tanya kipped to her feet and went over where Greg was lying, now face down.

Straddling his prone body, Tanya first lifted him slightly at the waist and
locked her shins around his midsection. Then she once again grabbed that arm
and leg, fell back, and he was up in the air above her. She pulled down on the
leg and arm as she squeezed his middle. Greg screamed another ignored
submission. Rearranging herself so her feet were under his lower back, first
she pulled harder, and then she just catapulted him across the room.

When he finally got his bearings he watched as Tanya seductively walked over
to Carol, standing in front of her, hands on her hips. The swooning Carol
reached and grabbed Tanya's muscular glutes, drawing her in and licking her
through her moist panties.

Tanya reached down and pulled the fabric aside while stroking Carol's head.
Greg had managed to sit up, his boner re-stiffening watching the scene, hoping
his torture was over. Tanya's knees almost buckled as she reached her climax,
Carol's strong arms keeping her balanced. And then, "Your turn, Carol." Greg
thought that they were switching positions until Carol sauntered over to him.

She couldn't do the amazing things that Tanya could, but she could still be
totally dominant for Tanya's viewing pleasure. After she mangled the poor guy
for a little while, then planted her pussy on his face and brought herself
off. "You're up, Babe."

"NO, PLEASE."

"Okay, little man, rest up. The finale is yet to come, but things aren't
ready." As if on cue, there was a call from the front desk of the hotel. "Send
them up." A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. "Carol, will you
get it, please?"

"Who is it?"

"Some of our fan base." While Carol went to the door, Tanya went over and put
Greg across her shoulders, face up in a classic backbreaker hold. In spite of
all his pain, his still stiff dick stuck up in the air. As Phil, (Greg's
partner) and his girlfriend, Kate, entered the room, Tanya shrugged poor Greg
off her shoulders and stood there with her muscular arms hanging down at her
sides, her too small wife beater now soaked in sweat, clinging to her awesome
upper body.

Greg, looking pretty disheveled to say the least, cleared the cobwebs and
looked over at the new arrivals, trying to focus. "Phil, Kate, what are you
doing here?"

Kate spoke first. "We were invited. I couldn't wait. Both these girls are so
hot. I wish I was more like them." Kate herself was no slouch, a very good
volleyball player with a very fit athletic body. She and her partner came in
second in the women's tournament.

"How'd you get him to go along with the plan, Kate?"

"He actually seemed enthusiastic. He tried to hide his excitement, but didn't
do a very good job. I can't say I blame him. Like I said, you're so hot. I
also want to see you take them both on."

She turned to Carol. "He thinks you're hot too. So do I."

"Thanks. But I'm okay playing second fiddle to her. She's a much better
volleyball player than me, or at least better hitter. And those Latino good
looks, mmmmm. Plus, she's quite a bit stronger than me. I could take both
these guys also, but Tanya is so fast and so fucking strong that she'll, well,
you'll have to see it to believe it.

"I can't wait. I assume she'll win and then they'll be her conquest for the
evening, her prize. Maybe I'll be yours."

So they watched. Tanya was so overwhelming that the girls thought she could
take four guys, harkening back to when she told Kevin that four of them.
There's no point in describing how totally dominating she was, leading Kate to
comment to Carol that, just like the tournament director had said earlier in
the day, she seemed to be from an advanced species.

Later on, Tanya taught Kate and Carol how to fuck a man in the "Amazon"
position. She was kind of surprised that Carol didn't already know it. Tanya
and Carol encouraging Kate to get start hitting the weights. As if she hadn't
had it demonstrated to her already, the girls convinced her that men love
strong women. Kate already had a good foundation and with a couple years of
training, she could overtake her boyfriend in the strength department.

Epilogue: Tanya never played volleyball again. She wanted to show everyone
that a woman could be far beyond everyone in skill and strength. She had
accomplished that. There were people out there that said she had never played
in against the very best men in the world and therefore wasn't really tested,
but those who saw her that day had no doubts that there was no one who could
come close to exploding out of the sand like she could.

Also, from that point on, she had a lot more on her plate. You see, in the
realm of smarts, she was also advanced, being the first time a first year law
student was chosen to edit the Harvard Law Review. She went on to become a
community organizer and then, who knows?

Carol continued to play with Kate as her new partner and for many years was
considered the best women's player in the world, but she knew better.