The Gym

Not one to frequent a gym, Rob still decided it was the best option to hit up. He could imagine plenty of the women he lusted after showing up there and, after all, who doesn't like a tall, buff, sexy Amazon?

Still, he was a little nervous, stepping out of the men's locker room into the gym proper in his shorts and t-shirt, suddenly very self-conscious of his gut. Perhaps he should have brought Tifa with him as an assistant/confidence booster. But, at the same time, it was too late to turn around, plus he felt his instincts were right on this one. And if there was one thing he had learned since uncovering the genie lamp, it was to trust his gut.

Scanning the room, however, Rob was almost immediately proven right, as he found a group of six women over in the corner by the weightlifting equipment, and he nearly whooped in joy over how good his luck was. Performing the bench press was the pink-haired husky Russkie of Overwatch, Aleksandra Zaryanova, with her companion Brigitte Lindholm nearby, the Swedish engineer-knight spotting for her.

Cheering on Zarya in her quest to hit the fabled "513" was the World's Strongest Woman and the First Lady of Fighting Games, Chun-Li; Jen Walters AKA She-Hulk, the Jade Giantess of Marvel Comics; the Master of the Four Elements, Avatar Korra; and, towering over all the others was Urbosa, the Gerudo Chief. All six were exactly what Rob was hoping for when he decided to hit the gym - statuesque, stunning, busty, brawny, and beautiful Amazonian goddesses that in any other scenario, Rob would fall to his knees to worship. But in the here and now, the roles would be reverse. All Rob had to do was figure out how to trigger their submission.

He highly doubt he would stumble upon another induction video like in his classroom, and he didn't have access to the Pink Room so far from home (but if he could somehow get one of them back home, he was not opposed to having a muscle bimbo around). Then again, something as simple as cash worked with Nami and Tifa, and Rob was beginning to notice how powerful his touch was at breaking down the willpower of these women.

Well, fortune favours the bold, and slaves favour the confident, so Rob marched over to the sextet of muscular beauties, hoping to figure things out on the fly...

Her body straining from effort, Zarya placed the barbell against it's rest with Brigitte's help, frustrated that she had hit her limits yet again. She huffed and cursed, but the other's offered her encouragement.

"One step at a time." Brigitte said. "You didn't hit five-twelve overnight, I know that much."

"Keep working for it, Zarya. You'll get it eventually." She-Hulk offered.

Zarya frowned. "Easy for you to say."

"Hey, I didn't ask to become a Hulk. You're still the strongest non-super woman around."

Korra nodded. "She's right. I wish I could bench half as much as you could."

At that point, Rob approached the group, puffing his chest out and trying to project an aura of masculine superiority. "If you don't mind me, ladies..."

Walking past the women, Rob set himself down at the bench next to Zarya and took a deep breath. Either his was going to work out like he imagined it would, or he would severely injure himself and blow out his spleen...

No pressure.

Adjusting the weights to match Zarya's attempted 513 KG, Rob grabbed hold of the bar and shut his eyes, preparing himself, the six women all watching him like he was crazy. This schlubby guy walking up, parking himself right next to them when their were dozens of empty stations, and attempting to beat the world champion weightlifter without a spotter? Good luck to him...

And then, something miraculous happened, something completely insane. Rob lifted the barbell off it's hold and... it was light. Light as a feather. Weighing next to nothing. With a steady, smooth motion, he easily brought the bar down to his chest and then back up again, completely the full rep with little to no visible effort.

The group of six were stunned, jaws on the floor, totally and utterly thunderstruck. Zarya rose from the bench to a sitting position, indignant. "How are you doing that?" She demanded in her thick, Russian accent.

"Easily." Rob chuckled, more at the insanity of the situation than anything. He kept effortlessly pumping the massive barbell as he spoke. "It's because I'm a man, specifically, a real alpha male, and you're just women. It's only natural that I'm better than you."

Rob couldn't believe the bullshit he just spouted. All that alpha male junk was garbage bandied about by con artists and insecure losers, but he figured he had found his in. To out-perform and humiliate these powerful women in feats of strength and athleticism and **** them to admit they were his lessers.

Anger crossed the faces of the six women. "Chauvinist pig..." Chun-Li said with utter contempt.

"This is why I'm happy my culture has no men." Urbosa agreed with a disgusted sneer.

"No, I'll prove it!" Rob set the bar back down, not even the slightly bit sore or tired or sweaty, standing up to face the six. He had mostly dwarfed the women he had been enslaving and fucking, but for the first time, he didn't loom over everyone, as Zarya, Urbosa, and She-Hulk all towered over him, the latter two breaking seven-feet. "I can outdo you six - any woman, really - at any physical activity. And then you'll have to admit the truth."

"The truth?" Brigitte questioned.

"That alpha males like me are superior to women, and that women exist only to serve us." Rob said with casual ease. "Don't be upset, sweetheart, it's only in your nature."

Anger and disgust turned to full on hate, as dark looks formed on the faces of the women, all of them glaring at Rob like they wanted to kill him. He got in one last misogynistic jab. "Hey, don't frown so much, darlings, it'll cause wrinkles."

"That's it!" Korra exclaimed, cracking her knuckles. "You're on, pal! We'll make you eat your words and run your fat ass out of this place, mark my words!" Rob just smirked.

"Challenge accepted."

And it so it began, with Rob and the six furious women moving around the (otherwise vacant) gym, from station to station, competing in various challenges. And, true to his word, Rob absolutely dominated every single event he faced. Whether it be tests of strength, speed, agility, flexibility, or stamina, Rob bested all-comers! Furthermore, he did it with effortless grace and skill, not even having to catch his breath, despite competing in every challenge whereas the women could tag in and out as they so pleased. He had already out-muscled Zarya, but then he proved he could out-kick Chun-Li, outrun Korra, outlast She-Hulk in terms of weight, out-box Brigitte, and overwhelm Urbosa on the gymnastic floor.

By the end of it all, the six women were exhausted, sweating and panting as if they had been trying to outrun a bullet train, while Rob was as fresh and hale as the moment he walked in.

"This... this can't be possible..." Korra panted.

"He has to be cheating somehow..." She-Hulk said, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"He... his kicks are better than mine..." Chun-Li gaped, despairing openly. "The technique, the form, the power..."

Most of the six were crouched over or bent down, trying to settle their racing hearts, with Rob looming over them. "That's a good position for all of you." He commented. "On your knees, at my feet. Ready to give up?"

Zarya was the first to rise to her feet, fuming. "Never!" She pointed to an empty space on the gym mats. "If you you think you're so superior, you swine, why don't we settle this one-on-one?"

Rob cocked his head, trying to act mildly amused. "Wrestling? Okay. But once I beat you, I promise, you'll submit to me like the proper slut you are."

The two quickly got into position, with Korra serving as a referee, holding a hand up. Brigitte, Chun-Li, She-Hulk, and Urbosa stood on the sidelines, cheering their friend on. In an instant, Korra dropped her hand, signaling the start of the match, as Zarya charged.

With the same quickness and lightness that came with all the other physical challenges, Rob caught the charging Russian in a bearhug and lifted her up, flipping her around, and then slamming her chest first onto the mat, before mounting her from behind, in both the wrestling and carnal meaning of the term.

Now that he had to opportunity to physically handle her, Rob's hands got to work, busily crawling all over Zarya's body: her massive breasts, firm but still lovely, clad in their tight sport's bra; those rock-hard, perfect abs; the thick dense muscles that covered her biceps, thighs, and calves; and her gigantic ass, similarly firm to her chest. He rubbed and squeezed and groped all over, moaning as he rubbed his erection against her gym shorts.

On the sidelines, the other reacted in horror as Zarya was openly molested, yet they did nothing. Paralyzed with shock and fear and humiliation and... lust? Briefly imagining themselves in Zarya's position and how it would feel. Zarya herself was in a similar state of shock, feebly struggling to get out from under Rob to no avail, even as she flushed and panted, and not from exertion. Little moans and gasps escaped her lips, even as Rob pulled down her shorts. "N-no... please, stop!"

"I'm just using you the way you were meant to be used." Rob said, smacking her ass and drawing a pleasurable yelp from the Russian. He was satisfied to see her drooling pussy, as well as the shock of pink pubic hair above it. "And the curtain matches the drapes! Not many women have such an eye for detail." He complimented, as he began to viciously finger her hole, not even bother to be gentle or take it slow, just sawing with a lustful need.

Zarya practically collapse as she was violated and finger-banged, her limbs splaying out all around, as she fell to her belly and chest, letting out a low whine, eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out. It felt... good! It felt so good! To be used and dominated and humiliated by this... titan of a man! Her head began to swim, her entire body on fire, right as Rob hit his finishing move.

In no time at all, Rob whipped out his cock and plunged right into Zarya, once more fucking her with a furious pace. The tight, muscular passage clenched all around him like an old lover, taking hold of him and refusing to let go. Zarya's body quickly got the memo, moving her hips in time with his. And as for Zarya's mind...

"Da! Da! DA! Oh, fuck me you beast! You stud! Moy lyubnovik!" Zarya cried in animalistic lust, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Use me like the bitch I am! I'm you're whore, your personal fucktoy! I exist only to serve you... MAAAASTERRRRR!!!"

Zarya reached a screaming orgasm, bellowing in her deep, throaty voice, Rob rewarding her with a stream of cum, before pulling out. He then surveyed the sight he had created. Zarya, facedown and ass-up, cum flowing from her pussy, broken and tamed and obedient. Brigitte and the others crowded together, no longer angry, but fearful and confused at what had just occurred.

This couldn't have gone better if Rob had planned it.

"Well, thanks for the workout ladies. I'll be back tomorrow." Rob said with a smile before turning to leave. "Come, Zarya. Time to start your new life."

"Yes, Master..." Zarya panted, following Rob out on all fours, like a dog.

One down, five to go....