Alisa Brinsbannen - "Alisa the Strong"




Alisa was a country girl. She grew up on a farm with her parents and two
brothers. When she was 7, her mother and father fell foul of a plague, and her
brothers had to leave home to support the family. Alisa meanwhile cared for
the farm work. At first she could do little, but over time got used to the
burdens of farm work. By the age of 11, she was already stronger than most
grown men, able to heft two 100 pound sacks at once. Her physique grew with
her strength, and the sight of her hard body under the sweet young face turned
heads.

Now, at 17 years of age, she is exceptionally strong. When asked to
demonstrate her strength she will simply reach for a nearby steel rod and bend
it with her bare hands, grunting femininely as she does so. Her beauty is
legendary around the local villages. Apart from being the prettiest girl
around, her incredible 5 foot 7 body drives the local boys crazy. She always
dresses to show off her muscles, and she has plenty to show off. No part of
her is less than perfect. Her strong neck. Her round, powerful shoulders. Her
large, defined triceps, clearly visible even with her arm bent at a right
angle. Her nigh on 16 inch biceps, as hard as steel, bulge with every twitch
of her arm. The thickness of her forearms, as well as their defined sinews,
make her look like she can crush rocks in her hands. Her chest is feminine yet
muscular. Under it, her abs are impossibly defined, 6 perfectly symmetrical
muscles, deeply seperated. Years of heavy lifting have given her thighs to
shame any man. They are huge, cut, and extremely strong. Even her calves are
perfect, cute bulges that jump up when she walks.

When asked to flex, she immediately shows off her proudest assets, slowly
curling into a double biceps. It isn't just the size of her arms that makes
the local boys drool. It isn't even the fact that they feel as hard as stone.
It's the shape. They're bulging and thick, extraordinarily peaked. The sight
of them next to her angelic face makes men go weak at the knees. She will
often smile her incredible smile and ask men if they want to feel her biceps.
As they timidly touch them Alisa will grit her teeth and flex as hard as she
can, shocking the men as her arms become harder than rock. Her forearms shake
with the effort and men gasp at the realistion of just how powerful this girl
is.

Alisa has been in a few fights over the years. Famously, she once fought a 200
pound barbarian when she was just 16. The man had been mocking her stricken
father in a local tavern, smashing his mug and pushing him around. When she
heard of this she ran the mile and a half to the tavern. When she got there,
still not out of breath, she told the barbarian to stop.

"Stop hurting my father, or I'll make you sorry."

The barbarian was unimpressed by this young girl. Alisa was wearing a full
length mac as she had been working on the farm in a rainstorm. But farm work
in any weather was hot work, and underneath the mac she was wearing a leather
top that showed her midriff, cloth shorts halfway down her thighs and brown
shoes with wooly socks.

"Hah!", laughed the barbarian, "this young wench is going to make me sorry!"

He slapped Alisa's father viciously on the back. He yelled in pain.

"I said, stop hurting my father." said Alisa.

"You don't scare me, little girl." And with that he threw Alisa's father to
the ground and walked over to her. "But I will stop hurting him. I'll hurt you
instead."

"You can't hit a young girl!" exclaimed a patron of the tavern.

"I can do what I like" said the barbarian, and drew back his fist. "Last
warning, kid. Get the hell out, or I'll pulverise you."

"If you hit me, you'll regret it" stated Alisa.

The barbarian laughed and threw a massive punch at Alisa's stomach. The crowd
gasped. But instead of Alisa laying on the floor crying, she stood motionless,
as if the punch was nothing. The barbarian drew his fist back in pain.

"Arrrrggh.....bitch.....she's wearing armour!"

"Am I really?" said Alisa, and threw aside her mac. There she stood, her body
in full view, smiling sweetly. The barbarian's eyes widened, but his face
reverted to anger. He swung at Alisa again, this time aiming for her face. She
could have avoided the punch, but decided to make a point. The blow struck her
chin full force, and her head snapped sideways. The barbarian could hit hard
enough to lay out most men in a single punch. But Alisa continued to smile,
and looked at the barbarian. A little trickle of blood formed at the side of
her mouth. She wiped it away, still smiling. Then she did something that would
haunt the barbarian for the rest of his life. She slowly raised her arms into
a double biceps and tensed with all her might. Her abs tensed into perfection.
Her thighs hardened into tree trunks of solid muscle. There wasn't a gram of
fat on her entire body. Anger on the barbarian's face turned to fear. Then,
quick as a flash, Alisa punched the barbarian in the stomach. The enormous man
doubled over, winded. She then kneed him in the face with one of her enormous
legs, sending him sprawling onto his back. With her powerful arms, she picked
him back up onto his feet and threw him into a table. Again she hauled him to
his knees, and knocked him down again with an enormous punch. She giggled and
started to walk over to her father, thinking the massive man was out for the
count. But suddenly two huge arms grabbed her round the waist and started to
crush her in a bear hug.

"AAAAAAAHHHH" the barbarian yelled as he crushed with all his considerable
might. But something was wrong. It felt like he was trying to crush solid
steel. Alisa grabbed both his wrists. Her grip was powerful enough to hurt him
just doing this, but then she started pulling his arms away from her body.
This 16 year old girl was overpowering him! He was forced to let go, and Alisa
quickly dashed behind him. A sudden pain accompanied a realisation that now
she had her arms wrapped around him!

"An eye for an eye, isn't that what you people say?" came the sweet voice
behind him. Alisa then put on more pressure, and lifted the barbarian off the
ground with little effort. She continued to crush him until he was gasping for
air. Then came her finale. She first dropped him to the ground, then grabbed
him by the collar with one hand.

"I don't want to see your face in this village ever again. And if I do...."
she flexed a bicep right in the barbarian's face, taunting him. "I'm getting
stronger every day, so next time you turn up I'll beat you up even worse." she
warned. To underline the pont, she pumped her bicep a few times in his face.
It got bigger and bigger, harder and harder, 16 inches of raw power.

"No..." The barbarian was panicking, trying to get up but pinned down just by
Alisa's one arm holding his collar. He tried hitting the arm, but it was like
a steel rod. He tried hitting her thighs, but that was like punching a tree.
He grasped her calves, trying to pull her legs away so she lost balance. Alisa
spotted this and raised herself onto tiptoes. Her calves hardened. The
barbarian stroked them, feeling their power, the smooth tanned skin. But then
he lunged upwards, headbutting Alisa in the stomach. Again she stood her
ground, and, still holding onto his collar, grabbed his shirt at the navel and
slowly lifted the barbarian over her head! The crowd were shocked. and stood
silent while she carried him outside and threw him into the side of his own
cart.

"Now, get out of here, before I beat you to a pulp."

"You bitch..."

Alisa walked over to him and pulled her fist back. The barbarian cowered from
her arm.

"Please! I'll do anything!" She smiled and punched his cart instead, leaving a
large dent in the thick hardwood. She laughed and walked back into the tavern
to see to her father.

The barbarian was never seen within 50 miles of the village ever again.