The Country Girl - part 4
by Jon
Sarah deals with some trouble.


Part 1 of this story is here:-

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/sarah01.txt

Part 2 and 3 are here:-

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/sarah2.txt

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/sarah03.txt

I woke up with a start. I was still on the isolated farm where my car had
broken down four days ago. Yesterday had been a hard day. My six foot tall,
twenty-eight year-old host, Sarah, was making me work hard for my keep. I
shouldn't have made her so mad at me. I had walked off and left her kids when
she'd gone to get a tow for my car. That had made her so angry. I couldn't
believe what hard blows that rangy frame of hers could deliver! I could still
feel the bruises nearly three days later where her bony fists had driven into
my body.

Sarah was very tall, with a narrow waist, long body, wide shoulders and long,
leanly muscular arms. She was blonde, with mid-length tousled hair. Alone on
this farm, with just her two young kids, she had to do an awful lot of heavy
work, moving equipment, manhandling livestock, and throwing 100 pound sacks
around. That had made her long, rangy body very tough and steely strong - and
she seemed very much to enjoy using her strength. Her frame didn't carry an
ounce of spare flesh. Her hard, hundred and fifty pounds seemed to be entirely
sinew, bone and muscle.

She had made me promise to stay here until she decided I could leave. I was a
thirty nine year-old, 200 pound guy, and I didn't like to be bossed about by
this 150 pound young woman.

I remembered that Sarah liked tipping me out of bed and carrying me about the
house in front of her five and six year-old kids, Earl and Dorothy, so I got
up quickly.

"Good to see you up so early," Sarah said as I went down to the kitchen. She
was wearing her working jeans and a sleeveless cotton top that revealed her
long, raw-muscled arms and gave occasional glimpses of her thick, tanned
abdominals.

I nodded to Joe. Sarah's part-time farmhand was back, and waiting just inside
the door.

"We're going to do some heavier work today," Sarah said. "The kids are just
about to go off to their Grandma's. First we've a few things to do here. Then
there's work to do out near the west boundary."

"And just when do I get to leave here?" I demanded.

"You're here till you've paid for your keep and the trouble you've caused me.
If you want to argue about that, we can go back downstairs.." She nodded
toward the door which led down to the cellar.

I took an involuntary step backward.

"Good." a hint of a smile flickered across her face as she turned. Then her
long right arm swept around, curling beneath my legs and scooping them right
up off the floor. I found myself lifted into her arms as if I were no more
than a sixty pound kid, not a 200 pound adult. I lay still. I'd learned not to
struggle, and I no longer feared she'd drop me. Her long, rangy arms had more
than enough strength to support my weight. I knew that now. She turned and
carried me to the door where her two kids, Dorothy and Earl were waiting.

"Hi," said Dorothy. "How come Mommy's always carrying you around?"

I didn't know what to say. I noticed Sarah smiling. She was enjoying my
embarrassment.

"I'm just lifting him over you two, stood there blocking up the doorway, " she
said as she stepped between them sweeping me over their heads. "I'm just
getting him started off to do some work," she said. "There's a lot to be done
today." She stood on the porch, making no effort to put me down as she
surveyed the farm yard. It felt strange to be carried so easily by someone
weighing so much less than me. But she was amazingly fit, and seemed easy,
bouncing my weight up and down as she turned to look toward the road.

She saw a car approaching and strode over to Joe. "Here," she said. "Take him,
will you?" Before I could do anything, she had handed me to Joe. I felt his
arms beneath me. But they felt unsteady. Joe was struggling with my two
hundred pound weight. He was as heavy as Sarah, but he clearly didn't have her
strength. I felt his arms begin to give way beneath me. He staggered backward,
then crashed to the floor with me on top of him.

"What are you playing around at, Joe?" Sarah looked back. "Get up, both of
you, and get the tools."

The car drew up to collect the kids as we walked across the yard toward a
store-room tucked away in a corner of one of the outbuildings. The low door
was locked.

The tall figure of Sarah rejoined us as Joe searched through his pockets for
the key. "I took it with me on Monday." he admitted at last. "Maybe I left it
up at the main house..."

"Do you know where it is?" Sarah asked.

"No, But I can go back and look for it."

"We haven't the time for that! You should have left it here, like you were
told!" Sarah slammed her fist irritably into the door. There was a loud crash
as the door rattled in its frame. As she withdrew her fist I could see a
depression in the wood where it had struck home.

Sarah nodded to her self, considering the old door. "I can do that," She
whispered, clenching her fist tighter. Her long fingers closed into a
surprisingly large and blocky fist. "What do you think, Joe? It's just
half-inch-thick planks..." She held her big fist poised, a foot from the door.

"I don't think you can..."

"Ten bucks says I can break through this door before you get half way back to
the house.."

"Just using that arm? Ten bucks?" Joe seemed uncertain. "Okay..." he began,
turning away.

Sarah drew back her fist, frowned, and then sent it crashing into the door
once more, striking home in exactly the same spot that her first blow had
landed. This time, however, the blow landed with a lot more force. The whole
door shuddered, bowing visibly inward under the impact. There was a cloud of
dust. I was startled at the power that her lanky arm could produce in so small
a space. I could see a deeper depression in the old wood now - and a fresh,
six-inch long crack running up and down the central panel.

Sarah squinted. Three times more in the space of just three seconds her bony
fist crashed powerfully into the buttressed wooden boards that made up the
door. The noise was deafening. The first time, the crack in the door grew
longer and deeper. With the second impact there was a cloud of dust and the
sound of tearing and splintering wood. And as the third big punch tore in, the
whole door just caved inward, ripping apart right down the center, shattering
into a mass of broken planks. What was left of the door, a few torn struts
attached to the long hinges, swung open.

Sarah gave a satisfied smirk as she turned round to see the startled Joe only
fifteen yards on his way toward the barn entrance. "That's ten bucks you owe
me," she said, pushing her way in through the remains of the door.

"Shit!" Joe said. "I didn't think you could do it that fast."

"Whooee!" Sarah whooped. "I can hit SO hard!"

"Don't I know it," Joe said dourly, feeling his stomach. "I've still got the
bruise where you hit me right through that heavy bolster."

"Anyhow," Sarah turned away. "You'd better have this door repaired before the
end of the week, or it comes straight out of your pay."

"Okay boss," he said wearily as we began to unload the wire and tools.

We loaded the stuff on to the trailer, then began the morning feed. As we fed
the hogs, there came a loud squealing from one of the pens, where a larger hog
was attacking two smaller ones. The big hog must have weighed around 250
pounds and there was blood everywhere.

Sarah ran straight to the fence, placed her hands on the rail, and vaulted it
in one smooth motion to land in the center of the pen. She swept her long bare
arms around the attacking pig's body and began to haul it backward, dragging
it away from its victim. The hog fought furiously, but Sarah braced her long,
powerful legs and hauled back. Her body was a lot smaller than the hog's, but
her legs and arms were bigger than its limbs, and more powerful, and she was
able to drag it backward. However the furious pig was still fighting, trying
to twist its head around to bite at her.

Sarah's face hardened, "That's your last mistake," she said. "Today you're
pork chops."

Moving her arms, she gripped its forelegs above the elbows, her lithe arm
muscles rippling as she forced its legs beneath it. The big hog squealed and
struggled but it was in vain as Sarah's long arms linked around its torso and
began to crush the writhing body. Straightening, she hoisted the squealing pig
up on to its back legs, and then right up off the ground, its legs dangling
down. Sarah was so strong! The hog's head and its long body were bigger than
hers, but she stood ramrod-straight beneath the 250 pound weight.

The hog was still struggling powerfully in the tall young woman's grip. I
wondered how much longer she could hold it. But Sarah just frowned and
squeezed even harder. I heard the hog squeal in distress as her big arms
constricted it, bearing into its body. Her linked arms were like two thick
steel cables, tightening remorselessly, the long, dense muscles writhing and
hardening. I heard pops and creaks from the pig's chest as the pressure on it
increased. Sarah's face was set as she concentrated on tightening her grip.
The hog seemed to be breathing with great difficulty now as its struggles grew
weaker. Incredibly Sarah seemed to be crushing all the fight out of it. The
pig was almost hanging limp now as her corded arms continued to squeeze. I
stood staring. This was a display of incredible strength. The pig was almost
unconscious.

Then she turned, swinging the pig round toward the fence. She unlinked her
arms, sweeping her right arm down beneath the hog's lower back to hoist it
briefly into a high cradle, its feet kicking weakly in the air.

The pig had little time to try to break free, for Sarah used a sudden surge of
power from her legs and body to toss the 250 pound hog right over the fence.

The big hog tried to right itself as it fell, but had no time before it
crashed heavily onto its back on the hard barn floor. The force of the impact,
from over six feet up, seemed to stun it, and it lay momentarily still. Sarah
placed her hands on top of the five feet high railing and vaulted it smoothly
to land beside the hog as it tried to get back to its feet. Placing her long
legs astride it, she bent over it, gathering her right hand into that big
blocky fist of hers. The muscles rippled along her arm as she drew it back.
Then she drove the fist twice into the exposed base of the hog's neck. The
blows were incredibly hard - so hard, I winced.The harsh crump of the impacts
was chilling.

The pig was now completely still. She used a long finger to force open one of
its eyes.

"It seems to be out cold," she said, "but better make sure." Clenching her
right fist once more, she smashed in a third heavy blow, even harder than the
first two. Except for an involuntary convulsion, there was no reaction from
the unconscious hog.

"Take him into the outhouse," Sarah stretched, completely unhurt as she stood
over the body of the formerly raging hog. "He won't wake up now."

As we tied a rope round the hog's back legs and prepared to drag it away Sarah
studied the pigs in the next pen. "I think we'll have that one as well," she
nodded toward a heavy pig in the middle of the group.

Sarah performed a slow, controlled, vault into the main pen, landing softly
near the fence so as not to disturb the rest of the animals. She walked over
to the 200 pounder, spreading her long arms wide as she herded it into a small
side-pen, closing the gate behind it. She stood over it, transforming her
right hand back into a weapon, clenching a heavy, angular fist. Drawing it
back, she sent it crumping powerfully into the back of the pig's head. The
noise of the impact was loud and harsh, like a rock dropping from twenty feet
up. The blow came as a complete shock to the animal, making the big pig
stagger and squeal. It tried to steady itself and turn round on its assailant,
but Sarah now had its body gripped between her legs, holding it fast. Two more
heavy blows now tore into the hog in the space of a second. I winced. This
girl could hit so hard with that long arm of hers! The hog staggered again,
unable to stay on its feet. The animal seemed totally disoriented by those
three heavy blows, falling on to its haunches.

She bent, wrapping her long right arm around the hog's thick neck, and
tightening her grip. The creature struggled to free itself, but Sarah's arm
did not give an inch. I watched transfixed as the bicep on Sarah's rangy arm
grew and hardened until it was a solid ball of muscle, startlingly impressive
for someone so slim. This was the arm that had put Joe out so easily, and the
hog was faring no better. Slowly the pig's struggles weakened as the nerves,
air, and blood supply to its head were cut off.

Sarah's arm squeezed harder. The pig slumped on to its belly. Still crushing
with her right, she steadied herself with her left arm as her iron grip did
its work. Seconds later the hog was limp and motionless on the ground.

Sarah released the completely motionless animal, stretching her long arms high
above her head. I watched as her right hand curled into a heavy fist once
more. I knew what was coming. She drove it like a piledriver into the base of
the hog's skull. Each blow produced a nasty crunching sound.

The creature lay perfectly still as Sarah swung open the outer gate to the
pen.

Both of the massive hogs had been rendered unconscious by the sheer power of a
girl lighter than either of them. She stretched her long body as the hogs were
dragged into a small side-room with a concrete floor. Joe attached the rear
legs to a pulley and we hauled each hog into the air. Both remained still.
Sarah produced a knife and cut neatly across their necks, standing clear to
allow the blood to drain away.

"Right," she said. "You two clean up the bodies and start cutting them up for
the freezer."

We lowered the meat onto table to cut up while Sarah went out to wash up. It
was messy hard work, even with sharp butchers knives. I was struggling to
separate the carcase into two halves when she came back in.

"No," she said, moving me aside. "It's easier like this." Her hands gripped
the two rear legs, and her long, evenly-muscled arms just ripped them apart.
There was a tearing of bone and sinew as the legs were forced three feet
apart, then down beneath the edges of the table, cracking the backbone open.
Sarah's arms were appallingly strong. Her body was smaller than the hog's -
but her arms were larger and more powerful than its limbs, literally tearing
the carcase apart.

She turned the side of pork on to one edge. Then, raising her fist, she
powered two solid blows into the base of the backbone. There was a dark crack
as the backbone broke. I was gaining an ever-growing respect for the potency
of Sarah's punches. Then her hands grasped both ends of the half-carcase, and
bent them back upon the broken section of backbone until the carcasse snapped
in half. Again she seemed to be enjoying the sensation of the body breaking
apart in response to the exertion of her big, long arms.

"With a little trimming, that'll do fine for the freezer." she said. "When you
finish here, Joe will help you wash up, and we can do some work on the fences
this afternoon."

We went out with the tractor hitched to a trailer carrying heavy five foot
long posts. When we got to the edge of the woods, Joe dug shallow holes for
the posts. The posts were real heavy. They weighed about forty pounds each.
But Sarah scooped up three at a time in her arms, dropping them where they
were to go in. I lifted the posts upright into the shallow holes Joe had dug,
then I held them steady while Sarah wielded the fifty pound sledge hammer to
drive them in to the earth. She swung the big hammer with impressive force.
Massive blows slammed into the posts as I held them steady. I was terrified
she would miss, and the hammer would hit me. Just one of those huge blows
would mess me up good, more probably kill me. The posts drove six inches into
the earth with each immense blow. And Sarah kept driving the blows in. But I
didn't dare refuse to do as she'd ordered. The new posts were soon in place.
She sent Joe back with some left-over wire to the farm.

She swung her long, powerful arms, knowing she was intimidating me. She seemed
to enjoy the effect - the dominance her strength gave her. She always wore a
top that exposed the full length of her sunburned arms. We both knew how those
arms of hers had dealt me such a painful beating in her cellar. I'd seen them
punch through a door in seconds. Involuntarily I shrank back.

"Its all right," she said, stretching her arms wide. She had some wingspan.
Her arms extended over six feet six, from fingertip to fingertip. "I won't
hurt you again unless you force me to - and you aren't about to do that, are
you? You know how hard I can hit with these beauties now."

I nodded.

"This is the other side of the farm," she pointed to some old outbuildings in
the valley below. "This used to belong to Old man Harland before I bought him
out. "I have a couple of hired hands working here."

We drove down to meet the hands, both were migrant workers. One, called Ricky,
was as tall as Sarah. The other, Jarred, was four inches shorter at about 5
eight.

Sarah took a look around the outbuildings and frowned. "I thought I told you
to get the new fences put up acoss the bottom three days ago, and to tear down
the old henhouse?"

"The weather's been too hot for that sort of work," Jarred said.

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "You do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it,
understand? I don't pay you to sit around here and do nothing. If I fire you,
I'll make sure you don't work anywhere else in this county."

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to us like that?" Ricky growled,
walking his six foot frame right up to her.

I gasped as Sarah simply grasped him by the lapels of his shirt, and just
threw him back into the wall. He crashed into it heavily. Sarah's arms were a
lot stronger than he expected.

"Don't get involved in this," she said to me. "Stand over there." She nodded
to the trailer.

I withdrew as Ricky lumbered forward angrily. I wondered if this might be my
opportunity to gain my freedom. The taller guy swung a punch at Sarah, but she
avoided his blow easily. She squinted, and uncoiled her arm. It sent a sharp
jab into his face, then two more heavy punches, I could tell she was holding
back. The punches were controlled and easy. She was only hitting at about two
thirds of what she could hit if she really wanted to. But still Ricky was
staggering, bleeding. Sarah didn't seem to be in any trouble at all. Another
blow sent him crashing back into the wall once more. She was confident, within
herself, handing out a beating.

Jarred joined in. Sarah stepped smoothly round and wheeled a smooth roundhouse
right in to the sde of his face that sent him spinning into the outhouse door.
His face was bleeding badly from that one punch. He staggered forward in
shock..

Crack! Another fierce right hit him, knocking him into the wall once more,
then a left. She turned and shot in two more blows to the reeling Ricky. They
doubled him up and sent him crashing to the ground. She was in such complete
control it was almost a turn-on to watch her take these two guys apart. Her
long arms were rippling, her exposed midriff a taut wall of muscle. These guys
weren't fighters, and I could see that neither was anything like as fast as
the rangy six-footer. Nor could they hit like she could withthe astonishing
power stored in those long, whiplash arms of hers.

She had such a long reach she could hit these guys from nearly five feet away,
turning into them and lancing out a punch before they could even think of
striking back. Ricky was back on his feet, and swung at her. She stopped his
blow with the flat of her left hand, then gave him two of her own with her
right. His lip split open as he flew backward into the barn.

They two guys were dazed and bleeding, not imagining Sarah was capable of
handing them such a beating

"Do you want any more?" she frowned, fists tight clenched.

The two guys were shocked and humiliated. They didn't want to be seen to give
in to this one female, but they clearly didn't want any more of her punches.
Sarah was almost grinning, her long arms seemed heavy and dominant.

"Well?" There was a crackle from her knuckles as she tightened her fist.

"No ma'am," Ricky said at once

"Well. I think I ought to fire the both of you," she said to him. "You can get
your things and get off my land right now." She reached in her jeans pocket
and drew out a roll of bills. She peeled off about 100 dollars."Your pay for
this week is three hundred. I'm docking that by half. " She stuffed it in his
shirt pocket.

"You can't do this!"

"I can," her arms reached out, turned him round and shoved him toward the
road.

"Please. We need this work!" Jarred said.

"Okay," Sarah said. "but I'm laying down some new rules. If the work isn't
done to my satisfaction, I dock your pay. While you're working for me, you
don't go out of sight of these farm buildings. You don't go to town on a
weekday, and you have no guests here. Do any of those things and I fire you.
If I fire you, then no one else in this county will hire you either..And you
do everything I order. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," Both nodded.

The rebellion was crushed. Neither of these guys looked like they'd be making
any more trouble anytime soon. "Now get cleaned up," she ordered. "I'll be
back in two days to check how much you've done."

Sarah strode up to me and raised her long arms in triumph. She was pumped. She
flexed. The array of muscle was rock hard. "Wow." I said. She just picked me
up in those arms and carried me back up the path to the trailer. She was
carrying me like a rag doll. There was nothing I could do. She was the boss.

She kissed me on the cheek, still holding me in her arms. "That's for being
good boy, and doing as you're told," she said. Then she hoisted me over the
side of the trailer and placed me in the back. "Stay right there." she said,
making for the tractor cab.

"What about those guys?" I asked.

"They'll do fine." Sarah said. "In this business you have to be able to keep
the hands in order."