The Alpha Girls 
by Musclehead



"I'm warning you, leave my sister alone."

"Oh, that's so fuckin' cute. Still defending your little sister."

"She's not that little anymore."

"Well, she's eighteen now and she was hot when she was twelve, already
developed when she was in seventh grade, jailbait. She's legal now." Bill was
looking out the window towards the pool, a couple hundred feet away in the
back yard. There were four girls out there, all in tiny bikini's, all with
great bodies. There was a guy there and from that distance, he looked somewhat
jacked. Bill couldn't really tell that the girls were pretty buff also, just
that they had hot bodies.

"I'll bet she's really hot now, from what I can see, her friends are too."

"You're almost ten years older than them, Bill. I'll bet they would all think
of you as just some old loser, hitting on them." Neither Bill nor Ted was
jacked or buff. They were both kind of nerdy, the only differences being that
Ted knew they were and Bill didn't. The other difference was that at
five-eleven, Ted only weighed a hundred and thirty pounds. He had only
recently started to exercise but he had a long ways to go.

Bill was just squishy fat, not obese, just a hundred-eighty pounds of soft
flesh who never did any exercise. At least Ted ate well, Bill ate a lot of
junk. Still, he thought he was all that. "I'm goin' down to the pool. I'll bet
Amy will be glad to see me. I think she use to have a crush on me."

"I don't think she did. I'm warning you, you better stay away from her."

"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" Bill said as he shoved Ted and headed
out of Ted's second story bedroom. Ted tried to catch himself and wound up
twisting his ankle.

"Consider yourself warned, ... .damn that hurts," he said as he clutched at
the mildly sprained ankle.

A few minutes later, "Hey ladies. How are you all doin' today?"

"Who are you?"

"Ted's friend. I'm sure Amy will remember me." He girls all glanced at each
other with kind of disgusted looks on their faces.

"Well, what do you want?"

"I thought I'd come and say hi to Amy. She used to have a crush on me back
when she was in seventh grade. Hey, where is she? I thought I recognized her
from Ted's window."

"Were you spying on us, are you a peeping Tom?"

Suddenly on the defensive, "No. nothing like that. I just thought I'd like to
go swimming on a hot day."

"Well, you can't go swimming with a t-shirt and long pants on."

"You're right." He kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants. One of the
girls snickered looking at his shapeless legs. Bill pretended not to notice,
or maybe he actually didn't hear her. But when he pulled his shirt over his
head, there was no mistaking the mocking giggles. "What are you laughing at?"

"You're kind of pudgy."

"Yeah, I guess you don't work out," chirped another.

"Probably eats like shit too."

"Maybe you'd better put your shirt back on. You're grossing me out." All the
girls started laughing at his embarrassment.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice."

"Well, we're not very nice, are we, Fred?" She looked over at the guy who was
lounging on a towel. Close up, he still looked pretty fit, with some muscle,
but not jacked. It suddenly accorded to Bill that that would be a more apt
description for the girls. No wonder they were making fun of him. They were
all clearly very fit and had a pretty decent amount of muscle. Not
bodybuilders or anything, but clearly athletes. Whether Bill understood that
these girls spent time in the gym or not was unclear, but he did understand
that they were very fit and he wasn't.

The girl who seemed to be the leader continued. "You see, doughboy, we're all
alpha females. We, the five of us, I mean the four of us, plus Amy, graduated
one, two, three, four and five in our class. We're all headed off to college
with full scholarships. We are all so good at everything we do that we could
have gotten full rides in either academics or sports. As it was, there was so
much competition for our talents that none of us will ever have to pay a penny
for our college educations.

She stood up and Bill could see that while she, her name was Carol, was not as
tall as him, she was still a pretty big girl at five-nine. Her shoulders were
broader than his and her arms were bigger than his and clearly were muscle,
firmer and rounder than his flabby ones. Her legs were curvy and detailed, not
like his aforementioned shapeless ones, and her stomach was flat and hard,
actually showing some abs. He didn't know it, but she was only ten pounds less
than him. She sauntered towards him and got close enough that her nice firm
tits brushed against his chest.

"Doughboy, we're all superior athletes, strong, fast, coordinated, and
conditioned to the max. And in spite of the fact that you're a nerd, we're all
way smarter than you. We're okay that other people don't have much of a chance
of competing with us in anything as long as they try. We are even very
encouraging to people who give it their all. But we have no tolerance with
people who don't try their best to improve themselves."

Clearly uncomfortable at this point, Bill asked, "Well, where's Amy. I'm sure
she's still nice."

"She'll be along. Back to you. It's immediately obvious to us that you do
nothing to take care of your body and you probably eat poorly too. We simply
can't tolerate that." She stopped talking for a minute, glancing over at Fred,
who was just trying to pretend not to notice the goings on, not wanting to get
involved. He was about to anyway. "Fred, get up and come here." Turning back
to Bill, "Fred here takes good care of himself. You can see he's same height
as you, and it might surprise you that even though he's not fat like you, he
probably weighs more because muscle is heavier than fat, actually, it's
denser. How do you think you'd do against him in a fight. Wrestling, boxing,
whatever?"

"Not very well."

"No, I think not." She stopped talking and took Fred by the hand, leading him
off the concrete pad around the pool and into the grass. Fred's eye nearly
popped out of his head looking at her muscular ass in that thong as they
walked away. He also noticed that her shoulders were broader than Fred's.

As they walked to the grass, Bill heard Fred whisper, "Do we have to do this?"
Carol smiled at him, and then they turned to face each other. Over the next
ten minutes, Carol proceeded to kick the shit out of poor Fred. Bill tried to
sneak off, so sure that he would be next when he suddenly felt a strong hand
grab his wrist and twist his arm behind his back.

Tammy , the smallest of the group, but no less muscular than any of the
others, jerked his arm higher. "You're not going anywhere, and if you try,
rest assured that even though I'm small, I could kick your ass as easily as
Carol is kicking his." She let go of his arm and motioned for him to sit down.
Then they watched big strong Fred got thrown all over the place and twisted
all kinds of way by the not as big, but clearly stronger and more skilled
Carol. Then, to the victor goes the spoils, she sat on his face, looking
towards his body and pulled her suit bottom to the side. As Carol reached a
shuddering orgasm, she reached forward and a strong hand prevented Fred from
having one.

A stunned Bill sat there as Ginny, the one who said he grossed her out,
explained. "We can do just about everything better than just about everyone. I
mean, there are limits, were not talking about super huge football players or
anything like that, and I guess Steven Hawkins is smarter than us, but we are
clearly superior beings, Alphas. You're not even a beta."

"Where's Amy?" Bill whispered. "What's she doing?"

Bill looked over to see Carol toss the whupped Fred over her shoulder and
bring him back to his towel as Ginny went on. "Even though we all work out
like crazy, we mostly prefer to do our running in the morning when it's cool."

The fourth member of the group, Emily, the thickest one of the group chimed
in. "I don't like running at all, but they made us in wrestling practice."

"They have a girl's wrestling team now?"

"No they don't. I wrestled on the guy's team, state champ at one-fifty-five.
But back to Amy. She likes to do just about everything when the conditions are
the toughest, like run when it's ninety degrees out. And she's not jogging,
she's running. That's why she's the best."

"Best at what?"

"Best at everything. She's the total alpha dog. There she is now." Coming up
the driveway, Amy was wearing a hoodie, drenched in sweat and running shorts.
Bill could see that she had grown some but to about five-five, but she was not
big like Carol. Her legs though were every bit as big as Carol's and even more
muscular, a lot more. Amy was thirsty after her run and as she turned to go to
the cooler, Bill could see that the shorts hugged her muscular, so tight that
they went in to the crevice between her round, hard glutes. Even with her
sweatshirt on, you could tell that she had quite a v-taper to her upper body
when seen from behind.

Amy grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down and grabbing another before
turning around towards the group. "Who is this mound of jello? Why didn't you
tell him to put his shirt on to cover up that pathetic body?"

"I'm Bill, your brother's friend." The guy who was full of bluster was
becoming more sheepish by the minute, slowly becoming aware that what Carol
had said was true. Compared to these girls, he was clearly inferior.

"I suggested he put his shirt back on, but he never got around to it as we
explained to him who we were, or I should say, what we are."

Amy knew what she meant. "Superior beings, Alpha girls?"

"Yeah," Bill said quietly, "the demonstration convinced me.

"Demonstration?" Amy looked around and quickly surmised what Bill was talking
about when she glanced over at a disheveled Fred. Let's not forget that these
girls are all super smart and as Emily said, Amy is the best at everything,
and the smartest. Turning back to the girls, "It's clear that one of you used
Fred for a demonstration of your awesome fighting skills and strength. I don't
remember giving any of you permission to touch him."

She looked over the group as the girls all looked downward, clearly scared,
obviously, Carol not wanting to admit it was her. "Girls, I can make Fred tell
me who it was in about two seconds and if I have to go that route, it will be
worse."

"It was me," Carol said quietly, clearly scared, a tremble in her voice.

"Get up." Bill was stunned at the dynamics of the moment. He thought that
Carol was the leader. By this point it was very obvious to Bill that Amy was
the alpha dog in this group of confident, aggressive women. But he was having
a hard time fathoming how this rather big, and as she had demonstrated, very
strong and woman would be scared of this noticeably smaller one. Amy pointed
over to the lawn area where Carol had so convincingly kicked Fred's ass.

Amy turned back and walked over to Bill, standing in front of him. "Why are
you here?"

"He was perving on us," said Ginny.

"He told us you used to have a crush on him." Tammy laughed.

"Really? Well, Bill, I think it's time you find out why Carol is so fucking
scared." She bent forward to make it easier to pull her sweat soaked hoodie
over her head. Bill gasped out loud as she stood back up. She was wearing a
very tight tank top. Her arms were also as big as Carol's, but the muscle
bellies were so much fuller, just like with the comparison of their legs.

Her shoulders were amazing, so totally round and wide, the taper to her waist
remarkable, making it look tiny by comparison. But her trunk really wasn't
that tiny, packed with muscle, every row of abdominal muscle pronounced and
just like every other part of her, round and full, a vertical crease down the
middle separating the two sides. The tight shirt rode up on her powerful
torso, but even what was covered was clearly visible in detail.

Obliques, serratus, and those awesome tie-ins to the legs, visible thanks to
her running shorts being very low cut. In spite of the fullness of all her
muscle groups, she was absolutely shredded, and hard as a rock and one could
tell that she still had nice breasts, so firm that her bikini top under her
tank top was enough to hold her in place when she ran, even though she was
going at a six minute per mile pace. The arch in her thick back screamed
power. Even though Carol was considerably bigger, Amy looked so much more
formidable.

As she trotted over to face off with Carol, Bill quietly asked Ginny if Fred
was Amy's boyfriend. "No, but he is one of her sex toys and no one touches any
of her boy's without her permission. We all assumed Carol had permission.
Quite frankly, I'm surprised that she did what she did to Fred now that I know
different. Maybe she's trying to challenge for top dog. But she didn't look
all that confident to me."

Carol was right not to be confident, and if she actually thought she could
challenge Amy, she was very wrong. Amy simply destroyed her even more easily
than Carol had beaten Fred. It was over in less than two minutes, a relentless
barrage of throws, punches, kicks and punishing holds delivered so quickly and
with such explosive power that Carol had no defenses against the onslaught.
Amy was simply just too skilled, too fast, and in spite of Carol's size
advantage, too strong, even though Carol herself had already proven how strong
she was.

It was almost hard to watch, it was so one sided and devastating. As Carol lay
in the grass trying to recoup, Amy sauntered over to Bill. "You just saw me
easily destroy Carol. My guess is that she did the same to Fred for your
benefit. And before her little demonstration they probably asked you to ponder
how you'd do against Fred, with his muscles and all. Your feeble little mind
could comprehend that you wouldn't stand much of a chance against another male
who was obviously in good shape and had some muscle, which you wouldn't."

"But that little brain of yours was unable to conceive, until it was
demonstrated to you, that a woman could do what she did to him, in spite of
the fact that she was clearly better conditioned than him with just as much
muscle." She looked him up and down. "I'm exactly right, aren't I." Bill
timidly shook his head in the affirmative.

"Of course I am. I'm always right. God, can you get it through your mind how
superior I am? I'm an awesomely strong and skilled fighting machine. I
graduated at the top of my class without even trying, and I have the insight
into people that few people attain in a lifetime. But back to the physical. I
really get turned on by my ability to pretty much destroy just about anyone,
even other very good fighters, whatever kind of fighting it may be."

Emily interjected, "I was undefeated in wrestling this year, most by pins,
against guys. But Amy trounces me when we go at it. I have better skills than
her for that kind of wrestling, but it doesn't matter, she's too fast and too
strong."

Amy had been looking at Emily, and now turned back to Bill, smiling, not a
friendly smile, a cocky and intimidating one. "Now that you have been
enlightened, you have to ask yourself, how would you, at the bottom of the
food chain so to speak, would do against me at the top."

Just then, Amy's phone beeped, indicating that there was a message. It was
from her brother, Ted. As she read it, she glanced over at Bill. "So, how do
you think you would do, Bill, you know, against me?"

"Not very well." His voice was almost inaudible at this point.

"Well, too bad. That was Ted, he said you pushed him and when he fell, he
twisted his ankle. Ted used to protect me when we were younger. And unlike
you, he's trying to improve himself. He's eating better and though he hasn't
gotten very far, he is exercising. I know that he's the one who could use some
protection now and again so I return the favor whenever necessary. And if
someone has done him wrong, like pushing him so he twists an ankle, well,
retribution is necessary."

"I think I should strip down a little more so you can see almost every square
inch of the body that's going to destroy." Pulling her shorts off, wiggling
her hips as she went, she stared at his crotch for reaction. "So, you like my
body."

Tammy interrupted for a second, causing Amy to look in her direction. "I think
he came while he was watching you beat Carol."

"So you like my body and my overwhelming strength and fighting skills as well,
little man."

Bill knew that even though he was six inches taller than her and thirty or
forty pounds heavier, (he was less than twenty) he knew that he was a little
man compared to this superior young goddess. As Amy started to remove her tank
top, ripping it down the front for dramatic effect, she caused Bill to almost
lose it again. Her tits were as perfect as everything else about her, large
but not huge, barely covered, as firm as possible, sticking straight out.
Suddenly a man's voice coming from the direction of the house bellowed out.
"What's going on here?"

Bill closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing the voice of
Ted and Amy's dad. The cavalry had arrived and he wasn't going to get his ass
badly kicked after all.

"Daddy, I'm about to change this perv's life, unless you want to try to stop
me." She laughed derisively as her dad froze in his tracks, not even looking
over at him, knowing he would make no move.

Bill's heart sank as she slowly, seductively moved closer, staring at him with
the same intensity that went into everything she did. "And Daddy, I'm getting
him all turned on at the same time. You know how that is, don't you, Daddy?
So, Daddy, if you're not going to try to stop me, why don't you just get the
fuck out of here?"

Tail between his legs, he slinked off as Amy laughed again. "So, do you like
my leopard skin barely there suit? You know I've always been a tom-boy, and
I've always wanted to be strong. When I got strong, I wanted to be stronger. I
was stronger than you when you were ogling me when I was twelve, and I've had
six more years of wanting to be stronger and stronger. But I never wanted to
be a bodybuilder or just a weight lifter." She sat down on his lap, inching
forward. "I think this suit is perfect for what I've always fantasized about
being, a female Tarzan, not a Jane, a female Tarzan. Well, as you can see by
my body, it's not a fantasy anymore."

Suddenly, Bill erupted in an orgasm so intense that if she hadn't been sitting
on his lap, he would have fallen off the chair. His gyrations caused Amy to
have a nice one as well. "Good boy."

"Does that mean I'm off the hook?"

"Not a chance." She moved forward until her hard as a rock abs were pressing
against his soft belly and then she reach over his arms and grabbed the back
of the chair. Pushing her breasts into his face, Amy leaned into him as hard
as possible while pulling the chair inward with equal force. In an instant,
Bill's legs were flailing about. In his pain filled mind, he was sure she was
going to kill him, but he shuddered again and had another ejaculation in less
than a minute, that's how much this "Tarzana" turned him on.

After the latest episode, Amy got up and grabbed Bill under one of his armpits
and swung him in the direction of the grass with such power that he almost
became airborne before crashing onto the ground. Amy looked around at the
group, all the alpha girls and at Fred as well. "Well, it looks like my
demonstration of female superiority turns you all on. I see a lot of
headlights under those suit tops." They all nodded, mouths open in aroused
pouts, Fred's swimsuit clearly stained. "And I haven't really gotten going
yet. You guys want to be entertained some more?"

The response was unanimous. "Well, I want to be entertained too. And this is
just too easy. You all know I could take Bill here and Fred at the same time.
Actually two guys like Fred, with some muscles and athletic ability would be
no problem." She stopped talking for a minute. "I've got it. Tammy, entertain
us."

All the girls gathered round, Carol too. Even though Amy had fucked her up
pretty bad, it must be remembered that she was extremely well conditioned
also, and she was mostly recovered. Fred had to watch from a little farther
away, as Tammy sauntered over to Bill. Seconds later, he was being grapevined
from behind as her arm went across the front of his upper chest and head,
pulling him back across her muscular hip. Her powerful legs spread his much
bigger, but weak and fat ones out farther than they had ever gone as she
grabbed his little cock and started to stroke it. Oh, yeah, she had stripped
him first. When he started to come, she clamped down hard. Just because she
was the smallest of the group didn't mean that she was any nicer when it came
to lazy, fat slobs.

For the next hour, she tortured him with all kinds of painful holds. Her
onslaught came to an end when she pressed him over her head and then dropped
him behind her, unconscious. He was so limp when she pressed him that she had
to dig her fingernails into his soft flesh to get a good hold. As everyone
clapped, she quipped, I've lifted more than that."

Later on, Bill came out of his delirium for a few seconds and as his vision
came into focus in the darkness, he saw Amy sitting on Fred's face, going at
it like there was no tomorrow. She was facing his body and his much larger
cock was sticking straight up in the air. Just one more thing to drive home
the point that here was this guy who was superior to him in every way and yet
he was second fiddle to this awesome young woman.

He watched for a little bit as Fred came three times in a matter of minutes,
shooting his stuff a couple feet into the air, his arms tucked under her legs,
so enthralled with the alpha girl riding his face, so privileged to be the one
that she had chosen to use on this day. Bill slipped off again into
unconsciousness, and when he came to, Ted was hovering over him. "I tried to
warn you to stay away from my sister."

"She didn't do this to me, the little one did."

"So, imagine what might have happened with Amy. You might never walk again.
Bill, there's a new order. The foundation was laid by the female pioneers in
the eighties, but nowadays if you take a girl like Amy, with superior genetics
and she's doing gymnastics starting at four years old and starts hitting the
weights at ten extraordinary things can happen. You were so busy staring at
her tits back then that you didn't even notice that she had been working out
for two years and already had some muscle. Well I guess you found out what's
possible." He helped Bill to his feet. "I tried to warn you."