Tales of Alpha House, Part Two: Stella
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
An Alpha versus a womanizer ...


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This is the second story in the Alpha House series.

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Buddy Love was cool. He was really cool. He was even cooler and even a more
legendary lady's man than *Arthur* "Fonzie" *Fonzarelli*. Fonzie had to snap
his fingers to get beautiful woman to run to him. Buddy Love would have
considered that going to way too much effort. His power to seduce and
practically enslave women bordered on supernatural. He was known to date two,
three or even five women at the same time. Mind you, he wasn't juggling five
different women, he was going on dates with himself and five women
simultaneously. And when it came to Buddy Love "date" was just another word
for "fuck". There was no doubt that he was going to have sex with any woman or
group of women he went out with. Sometimes he limited himself to only two or
three women at a time, but he only dated women who were extremely sexy
including famous models, actresses, pop singers and world class female
athletes. Needless to say, he NEVER paid.

The problem was, unlike Fonzie who had a strict moral code and always treated
women with respect, Buddy wasn't that way at all. Because attracting women had
always been so easy for him, Buddy placed very little value on his ability to
score with essentially any hot woman he wanted. He thought nothing of using
them for his own, selfish gratification. Whenever he needed money, he'd simply
"borrow" money from whichever woman was handy. If they were rich and could
afford him, fine, but if not ... . Buddy felt no remorse over draining a woman
of her life savings before dumping her.

He also thought nothing of breaking up long-term stable relationships and even
happy marriages for the sake of a one-night stand. He was seldom with any one
woman for more than a week or so. It was just too easy to find someone new;
one woman was pretty much as good as another as long as she was gorgeous and
had big tits.

Eventually, it got so easy for him to fuck any woman he wanted that it became
almost boring. The more boring it became, the more contemptuous he began to
feel towards women in general. It reached a point where he began to get off on
humiliating and degrading them. He made them crawl to him, get down on their
knees to him and beg to suck his dick and lick his balls. The more beautiful
and sexy the woman, the more he enjoyed degrading them. It got to a point
where he was only able to become aroused by humiliating and enslaving the
sexist, most beautiful women - the ones who were eleven on a scale from one to
ten.

Stella was at least a twelve. Buddy had met her earlier that day, and they hit
it off (no surprise there). Buddy invited Stella over to his place that night
and then called the three gorgeous roommates he had a date with that night and
cancelled. It's not that he didn't think he could pull off seducing Stella
along with the others, but Stella was the first woman he'd met in a long, long
time that he wanted to concentrate all his attention on.

Stella was taller than Buddy which wasn't unusual. Buddy was 5'8", and he
liked tall women so his dates were often taller than he was. But Stella was
6'10" so she towered over him, and that was only one of the things that
excited him so much about her. All of her assets appealed to Buddy's personal
checklist - long, silky blonde hair (Check!), huge, round tits (Check!), a
gorgeous face (Check!), long, thick, shapely legs (Check!), a flat, slender
waist (Check!), big, gorgeous blue eyes (Check!), a big, round, tight ass
(Check!), wide, womanly hips (Check!), broad shoulders and thick, muscular
arms (Check! Check!). This girl had it all and then some.

Buddy liked a variety of gorgeous women, but he had a special affinity for
tall women with big, feminine muscles. Stella looked strong - much stronger
than Buddy - which made the thought of dominating and making her crawl to him
and beg for his cock all the more appealing.

When Stella arrived at Buddy's house, she was wearing a tight, low-cut,
sleeveless red dress that went down to just above the knees. The dress had a
slit in it that showed off a generous portion of Stella's gorgeous, muscular
thigh. The plunging neckline showed off an even more generous portion of
cleavage, and her muscular arms were on full display.

"Like what you see?"

"You look amazing!" Buddy gushed - something that he almost never did.

"I wanted to look good for you." That sounded great to Buddy, except she said
it very casually. He was used to women gushing over him. He sensed that the
his usual balance of power with women was slightly off. Still, everything was
going according to schedule, he thought.

"Seriously, you really do look amazing!" Buddy told her. It was unprecedented
for Buddy to complement a woman's looks twice so close together.

"We covered that, already. I look amazing," Stella said with a supremely
confident air. It was clear that she understood that she was absolutely
gorgeous. Why belabor the point?

"I really mean it," Buddy said. He wondered why it was suddenly so important
to him that Stella knew that he thought she was gorgeous.

"I know you do. Duh!" Stella swept her hands over her incredibly powerful
looking and sexy body as if that simple gesture settled the matter once and
for all. She was 100% right.

Buddy reached up and touched Stella's broad shoulder. Her arm felt like
granite. He caressed her and moved his arm down to her big, bulging bicep. He
gave it a little squeeze. As he did, he noticed that his hand looked small -
delicate even - compared to her big muscle. When he felt the power pulsating
in her arm, he knew that he could never hope to make the slightest dent in her
rock-hard muscle. Her arms seemed even bigger than they had when they met
earlier that day.

"I was able to get in a little workout this afternoon," Stella told him in a
sweet, sexy voice. This explained why her arms were even more pumped than they
had been earlier. He looked at her cute-sexy kewpie doll face with her big
eyes, button nose, full lips and satin smooth cheeks. He marveled at her
enormous, round, volleyball-sized tits. Buddy loved big tits, but he HATED the
way fake big tits looked. His trained eye could tell at a glance that Stella's
amazing, huge, round tits were the real thing. Buddy couldn't wait to get his
head between Stella's savage cleavage, and he was fully confident he soon
would.

There was only one tiny thing about Stella's total package that Buddy was not
entirely blissful about. She was wearing her beautiful blonde hair in a loose
bun on top of her head. She looked elegant, but as a matter of personal taste,
Buddy preferred for women to wear their hair down. This was easy to fix,
however. Buddy was sure that all he had to do was say something, and Stella
would fix it.

"I mean it, Baby, you really look amazing." Stella gave him a confident smirk
and rolled her eyes a little. "There's just one little thing, Honey ... . I'd
love it if you let your hair down." Stella had no idea how mild Buddy was
being. With most women, Buddy would have made this sound like a demand. He was
using a soft approach in deference to Stella's amazing hotness (and maybe a
little because she looked so powerful?).

Stella smiled, "I don't think so," she responded.

"What do you mean you don't think so?" Buddy was used to women doing whatever
he "suggested".

"I mean that I prefer my hair up right now. I might decide to let it down
later. If I do, I promise that you'll be the second one to know."

Not only was she going against his stated wishes, but she was being mildly
sarcastic about it. "But I prefer your hair down!" Buddy stated in a voice
that made it clear that he expected to be obeyed. He realized that he needed
to make it clear who was boss.

Stella tilted her head to one side and giggled -giggled! - at Buddy. She
looked at him like he was silly and perhaps a little pathetic. "I know that
you think you call the shots," Stella said, "I know that most women do
whatever you tell them to do. I get it. You've got a certain undefinable
something that makes women want to please you. I feel it too a little." Then
she paused. "But I am a powerful Alpha Woman. In case you didn't know it, that
means that I will call the shots from now on. I AM THE BOSS!"

Buddy was blown away by this. He began to sputter, "I . . . You . . . We . . .
What makes you think . . . ?"

"What makes me think? This, for one thing," she replied. As she said this, she
did a double bicep flex. Her already huge biceps grew bigger and bigger and
bigger and bigger until they doubled in size. Her biceps looked to be around
36" of perfectly peaked, pretty, pulsating power.

Along with her biceps, Stella's breasts swelled until they were bigger than
basketballs. This caused the front of her dress to tear away revealing her red
lace bra. Her sexy undergarment

strained mightily to contain Stella's mountains of love. One look at those
formidable female muscles and ginormous tits and Buddy's heart began to pound
so hard that he feared it might pound right out of his chest.

The pounding in his heart was mostly because of the lust he felt in the
presence of a true goddess. For the first time ever, he thought he might be
willing to be faithful to just one woman. However, there was no denying that
the pounding in his heart was also due to fear of Stella's obvious strength.
He wondered if it was odd that his fear of Stella's power only intensified his
desire to be fucked by her.

He couldn't even pretend to think that she might not be much, much stronger
than him. "Y-Y-You might be stronger than me," he started. Unfortunately, once
he started this statement, he didn't have any graceful way to finish.

"Yes, I am," she agreed. "Honey, you have no idea how strong I am. I'll let
you in on a little secret; no matter how strong you suspect I might be, I'm
much, much stronger." She took a step towards him; it took all his will to not
back up. Stella smiled at him. This time her smile was sweet. It had the
effect of paralyzing Buddy. He couldn't back away now if he wanted to. Stella
got to within six inches of Buddy. He looked up between her massive tits into
her beautiful face. He was overwhelmed with the feeling that this is how he
wanted it to be.

Stella placed the index finger of her right hand under Buddy's chin and easily
lifted him off the floor with it. "Who is boss here?" she asked.

"You are," he replied without hesitation.

"Yes," she responded.

Carrying him with one finger, Stella asked Buddy for directions to the
kitchen. When they got there, Stella looked around until she spotted the
refrigerator. It was a very big three-door refrigerator - the kind usually
seen in commercial kitchens. It was a gift from a past female admirer, and
Buddy insisted on a top-of-the-line model. It was filled with food - also
gifts from his many female admirers. Fully loaded as it was, the refrigerator
and contents weighed just over 750 pounds.

Stella placed Buddy gently on the floor and stooped down beside the appliance
and placed one hand underneath it. As she stood up, the refrigerator began to
rise off the floor. Buddy took special care to notice that Stella wasn't
sliding the appliance up the wall. She was taking care to make sure that it
didn't touch the wall at all. As impossible as it seemed, Stella was lifting
the more than 750 pounds straight off the floor with one hand.

Furthermore, she was lifting it so steadily that it rose straight up without
any of the doors coming open or any of the food falling out. She didn't even
lift it with her hand near the middle so as to balance it and make it easier
to lift. Apparently lifting it was so easy with her incredible super strength
that balance wasn't a consideration. She continued lifting until her arm was
fully extended, and her arm and her body formed a ninety-degree angle. Buddy
looked at the calm, self-assured smile on Stella's face and realized that this
amazing feat of power wasn't a challenge for her.

"H-H-H-How s-s-s-strong are you?" Buddy asked excitedly.

"Why do you ask? Does lifting this big fridge with one hand impress you, Mr.
Cool?" Buddy shook his head with great enthusiasm. "It turns you on, doesn't
it, little man?" Again, Buddy shook his head with gusto. "But it also
frightens you, doesn't it?"

Buddy lowered his head. "Yes, Mighty One," he whispered. Stella smiled
radiantly. She liked hearing Buddy call her "Mighty One".

"I better not tell you how strong I am," she said, "If you knew how strong I
really am, you'd either get so turned on that you'd cream your pants or so
scared that you'd piss your pants. Either way, it would be a mess."

"I'll bet you're stronger than any man alive," Buddy ventured.

"Yes, of course," Stella confirmed.

"Are the strongest person in the world?"

"I'm ... not sure about that." Stella replied. "You see, I live in the Alpha
House, and all of my sisters who live there are very strong." Stella knew that
some of her Alpha House sisters were stronger than she was. In fact, even
though she might have had the biggest muscles among her sisters, she was only
slightly above average when it came to strength.

"A whole house full of super strong women?" Buddy asked.

"Yes, and we're all quite beautiful too," said Stella. Buddy looked like he
was going to faint.

"Not as beautiful as you?"

Stella placed the refrigerator back on the floor, and pondered the matter for
a second or two. "Of course, that's a matter of personal taste ... ." Then she
got suspicious. "Why do you ask?"

"I just couldn't imagine another woman being as breathtaking and gorgeous as
you," Buddy replied.

"A few of them might be ... almost," Stella said, "But don't let that give you
any ideas."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're my man now - as long I want you to be anyway - so don't
think about trying to date any of my sisters." Buddy assured her that he would
never, ever think of such a thing. He wasn't very convincing.

"Besides, I'm sure you'd kill me if I ever tried anything like that, right?"

"No, Sweetie," Stella replied. "No Alpha worth her salt would stoop so low as
to use her awesome strength to force a man to stay with her."

"She wouldn't?"

"No. It's one thing to use her strength to make a man desire her - that's
perfectly acceptable. And certainly, an Alpha sister might use her superior
strength to compel her man to obey. But using her power to keep him? If she
can't hold on to him with her other attributes, then she's not a true Alpha.
But also, no true Alpha would EVER take one of her Alpha sister's men. Our
motto is 'Sisters before misters.'."

"When you say 'other attributes' . . . ."

"I mean like my big, sexy tits, my sexy massive muscles, my tight, ripped abs
and my round, perfect ass." As she described her various charms, she reached
up and loosened the bun in her hair while giving her head a gentle shake. Her
soft, golden locks came cascading around her shoulders like a perfect
butterscotch waterfall.

"Is your dick hard for me?" she asked.

"Harder than it's ever been," he replied.

"Yummy," she said as she casually tossed him over her broad shoulder. "Which
way to the master bedroom?"

As Buddy gave her the directions she asked him, "Do you know why I asked about
the master bedroom?" she asked,

"Because from now on you're my master?" Buddy asked.

"That's right, Baby - at least as long as I wish to be." Buddy was overjoyed.
He was happy because Stella seemed to be pleased with his answer. He was
ecstatic that Stella was his master. He was even happy that she qualified her
response with "as long as I wish to be" because he knew that that would keep
him on his toes. He knew that he would not grow complacent and that he would
constantly strive to make his power goddess of strength and beauty feel
cherished and worshipped as she deserved.

The next morning, Stella and Buddy were lying naked in the ruins of what had
been his king-sized bed the night before. Stella was awake. Buddy was sleeping
like a log.

"Wake up, Little Boy," Stella instructed as she softly ran her finger through
Buddy's hair.

"Wha? Wha time is it?" he asked.

"It's late," Stella replied, "I let you sleep an extra twenty minutes. After
all, I made you work pretty hard last night." Buddy smiled at the memory. She
had indeed put him through his paces. He discovered that sex with Stella was
much more stimulating and demanding than sex with five beautiful girls
together.

"How did I do?" Buddy asked.

"Not bad," replied Stella, "You adored my titanic tits and massive muscles
well, and I must say that your worship of my pulsating pussy was impressive. I
think that you'll work out fine." Buddy's chest swelled with pride. "I'm still
going to fuck other guys from time-to-time, but as long as you keep up the
good work, I'll continue to keep you around."

Buddy didn't bother to ask if that meant he could still fuck other women. He
already knew the answer. Besides, he found, to his surprise, that for the
first time since the age of ten, he only wanted one woman. He would do
anything to hold on to Stella even if it meant sharing her.

"And just so you know, I'll also be fucking other women too. Once in a while,
I like to fuck someone who's as strong or stronger than I am. But if you play
your cards right, I might let you watch." Buddy thought he would enjoy that.

Stella then gave Buddy detailed instructions about how to prepare the six
egg-white omelet he was expected to prepare for her breakfast. She told him
which blend of cheeses to use and how fine the onions should be sliced. This
was to be accompanied by twelve slices of crispy bacon and lightly buttered
toast. As he scurried off to the kitchen Stella warned him, "Don't burn the
toast. I hate it when the toast is burned."

Of course, Buddy hadn't cooked his own breakfast in years, but he didn't want
to disappoint his master. In the end he pulled off a reasonable facsimile of
what Stella wanted, and she was okay with that. Stella's bark was worse than
her bite, and her nibbles were downright pleasant. Besides, she respected it
when people tried their best.

She made Buddy sit on the floor beside her while she ate her breakfast and
only allowed him to eat when she was finished. She didn't do this every
morning, but this was their first breakfast together, and she wanted to
reinforce the pecking order between them. Stella turned Buddy Love - the
coolest of the cool and a man who enjoyed dominating women - into her
simpering sex slave. She could have done so through the power of her super
strength. Instead, she used her even more potent sexuality.

Buddy and Stella stayed together and eventually got married. Their marriage
was not a marriage of equals, however. Buddy promised to "obey" in his wedding
vows, and that's just what he did. Stella ordered him around in private and in
public. When it tickled her fancy, she humiliated him. She made him crawl to
her. She made him grovel and kiss her feet. She made him beg to kiss her
sweet, sweet ass. Neither one of them would have had it any other way.

Over the years Stella slept with other men less and less. She did continue to
sleep with other women, but she almost always allowed Buddy to watch. He was
right. He did enjoy it. On his fortieth birthday, she even allowed him to join
in. Every night Buddy slept with his body pressed tight against Stella's
magnificent curves and enfolded in her strong arms.

He was grateful to his wife for many things, but he was most grateful to her
for showing him his rightful place serving a powerful, superior woman.

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