She Tries to Asert Her Domnince

Olivia couldn't believe this upstart standing up to her in her own private breeding ground. She'd worked hard to dominate this gym, to chase out other competition and make it a place where she could take anyone she wanted. And this young Amazon, standing up to her, threatening to take her in front of everyone — well, she'd just have to turn the tables on her.

“I'm going to make you mine and prove that I'm the top bitch in town,” Olivia said, as she grabbed the pretender's top to try and drag her into the main room. But instead of resisting, she had gone with her motion, grabbing her top in turn and pushing her into the main room. Olivia didn't know what to do next, but the breeder she was assailing knew, as she threw Olivia to the ground and mounted her, using one hand to grab one of Olivia's ample breasts and the other to tear and move her leggings.

Having tear-able leggings was always a power move for her. She could easily, as a show of force, tear her own leggings to reveal her cock and balls to everyone in the gym, usually before a hard pounding. But she had her own clothes turned against her as hands explored Olivia's, immediately giving her a gasp.

The other Amazon looked over to her and said, “If you were a real top bitch, you'd be a little bit better in a grapple. I'm already on top of you.”

Olivia was losing her breath as others that she had dominated in the gym for months or years watched on in astonishment. She looked up at them and her eyes pleaded for help. If she could just have someone pull this rival Amazon off of her, she could turn the tables, keep her position — but no one came. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her at the touch, her bra already forced out of position.

The other Amazon switched positions from sitting on top of her to being hip to hip as she slid off her own leggings, skillful elbows pinning down Olivia's torso as the cock lined up with her vulnerable pussy. It slid into her, an invading cock that made her gasp. She had never been on the bottom before. She'd never had anyone make her their bitch. And she'd never considered herself a virgin before, but as that cock pushed into her and her rival Amazon said, “Oh, you are tight. Don't give that a lot of attention, do you?”

Two hands found Olivia's throat, controlling her, dominating her. As she felt herself weakening, unable to fight her own cock hardening. As her pussy betrayed her, getting wetter. As she started to be thrust into, she let out gasps as others gathered around her, cheering her assailant — the one who was going to be the new queen.

One hand went from her throat and started working her cock as the Amazon said, “I want you to come for me in front of everyone. I want everyone to see what you really are. You're a poser. You have been doing all this as a desperate cry for help — for someone else to put you in your place. You are mine now.”

And with that assertion of dominance, with her cock being played with, with her pussy being thrust into, she started spurting her own cum onto herself, landing as high as her breasts and stomach as the other person who had taken her dominance said, “That's a good bitch.”

As she thrust inside of her, Olivia could feel it as she begged, “Please don't do this. You've proven your point.”

The other Amazon pulled out her armband and said, “I'm breeding stud, and I'm taking you right now.”

As she felt the twitching begin, she knew what that meant — when she'd fucked other humans and even one or two Amazons that had come into this gym, she knew she was about to be impregnated. All she could do was whine and say, “No, no, please.” But it felt too good. She couldn't fight her off properly as she felt the cum fill her up.

And that was it. Her reputation was ruined. This young stud had come in one day and put her in her place, made her pregnant. This was more than she could bear.

As the young stud pulled out and stood up, she looked around, seeing the horny and attractive women, and said, “It wasn't my intention to make this place a breeding ground. But since that appears to be the culture here, I will be accepting one breedy anytime I come to this gym. Volunteers, of course.”

Then she looked down at Olivia, into her eyes, and Olivia could only look down at her sticky, cum-filled and cum-covered self. “First pick to you,” she said, as she walked away, gathering up her discarded clothes and heading into the shower.

Olivia just sat there on the ground, wondering what her life had become. But deep down, she knew that it felt good — what had happened to her. Maybe this young stud was right. Maybe it was time for her to become a proper breeder. She didn't know how she felt, but she did like how her body reacted. This was just too good not to want to feel again.

She started to finger herself, wanting herself to feel another orgasm down there. She'd take her turn in the shower once the new breeding stud had left.