Tall Alicia Dominates
by Alpesco
Six foot five Alicia breaks in a new colleague.

I was waiting on the patio of the Peak Vista hotel, when a very tall, light-brown haired young woman walked out. At about six foot five, with very long limbs, she was one of the tallest women I'd ever seen. But like many tall girls, she was very thin and willowy, as if she weighed next to nothing. She looked somewhere between nineteen and twenty, and wore flat shoes, a short black miniskirt and a sleeveless black top.

She turned round and called back into the building, "Come out here and look at the view." Four shorter male figures followed her out. When I say 'shorter', I mean compared to the girl. The figures ranged between five feet five and five feet ten in height, and from 20 to 40 in age. They were all more heavily-built than the girl, were in sensible clothing and shambled along slowly. From their movements and their look, I could see that they were probably residents of an institution. This was clearly the group I was here to meet.

The girl organised the four men at the best viewing position. "Stand there, Frank," she said, directing one of the men to a spot. "You stay where you are, James." Her long arm stretched past the other two to tap the fourth man on the shoulder. "Walter. You stand by me."

"Yes, Miss Alicia."

The figures organised themselves as she had said. The tall girl looked like a lanky mother hen. She towered over her 'brood', although she looked as though she weighed less than any of them. Her waist, exposed in her snug mini-skirt, looked half the size of that of some of her charges.

I approached. "Are you Alicia Grammond? I arranged to meet you here. I'm Fraser Hunt, your new co-worker."

"Hello Mr Hunt," she shook my hand. "Glad to meet you. I've been running the hostel for five months now. I hope you'll be happy with us." She had an amazing grip. I winced in pain as the bones of my hand were crushed together. I was five feet ten inches tall and was surprised to be looking up at this girl.

"Good. Why not start by taking a group snapshot." She handed me a camera. She stretched her long arms out to reach round the shoulders of them all. "This is a good pose."



I took the photo, and was introduced to the girl's four charges. As I was talking to the last man, two of the others started to argue. There was some pushing and shouting. The five foot nine Frank drew back an arm to hit his shorter companion. In a flash the girl stepped across and caught holf of Frank's arm. It was a good deal bulkier than hers, but she stopped it dead. I watched as he struggled to fight her long, spider-like arm, but he didn't seem able to resist it. "That's enough!" she said firmly as her longer arm forced his irresistably backward and down.

"You're hurting me!"

"Well don't start hitting people," she said, continuing to hold his arm at his side for a minute before finally letting it go. The five foot eight man looked deflated and rubbed his wrist where the young woman's hand had gripped it. She was stronger than she looked

"Right," she said. "We came here to pick up Mr Hunt, our new helper. It's time to go home."

"I don't want to go yet!" James started to rail.

"We have to go now." Alicia said firmly.

"No!" he shouted. "I'm staying. I'm not going back yet!"

"Can I help?" I asked.

"I'll deal with it." the tall mini-skirted figure said.

"Leave me alone!" James shouted, starting to move away.

"Okay. I told you I'd do this if you made trouble again..." She took two long strides forward, bent down and just curled her super-long arms around James's body. Then she lifted.

I didn't believe it. Up his body came in her long arms as if he were a small kid! She looked like such a string bean, but she was so strong! . Her arms wrapped right around his body as she cradled him, holding him secure in spite of all his struggles. The five foot nine man was having a tantrum, kicking and struggling wildly. But he was completely impotent in her arms! They held him so firmly that he had no hope of getting free.

Alicia's three other charges watched in silence. It was clear that they were unsurprised by what was happening, or that the twenty year-old was strong enough to manhandle one of them like this. She strode away from the patio with James in her arms, taking him away from any source of attention. She still showed no sign at all of weakness as she carried him.

"Follow me," she ordered her other charges.

So long were Alicia's strides that the other three were struggling to keep up with her. They had to jog to keep up with her brisk, lengthy strides.

"Stop. Stop!" Frank cried. "You're going too fast!"

The tall young woman turned around with James in her arms, waiting for them to catch up. "Try to keep up, guys," she said. "I'm outpacing you even carrying James."

She strode on again, soon reaching the car park.

"Can I get down now?" James asked.

"Will you get in the bus and do as I say without any more trouble?"

"Yes, Miss Alicia." He was subdued as she put him down, and walked silently over to a small ten-seater bus parked a few yards away. The young woman's power was clearly too much for the five foot ten 40 year old.

She raised her long arms in triumph.

Strapping the four into seats in the back of the small bus, she got in the front seat and I got in beside her. She started the bus and drove us all out of the hotel grounds and then out past the edge of town to a big modern house in its own compact grounds.

"This is where we live," she said, pressing a button to open the iron gate and the automated door to a large garage. She drove straight in, the garage door closing behind us as she halted the bus, telling me to help the four residents out of their safety straps. A red sports car occupied the space next to the bus.

The central room of the house was an open-plan living space with a high ceiling. Bedrooms, utility rooms and a kitchen led off. It was all on one level. "This is a half-way home," she said. "We have six residents. All male. This hostel is for people who don't need to be in an institution, but who can't live on their own in the community."

"I know," I said. "That's why I'm here. The State administration assigned me to help you run this place."

"Main doors unlock," she said. There was an immediate clicking from all the doors that led off the central living area. "All the doors in the building are centrally controlled," she explained, "and I have them all on audio override. I can lock or unlock any door or window in the building from anywhere on site. I can control the cameras and video recordings the same way." She pointed to two plastic vidcam domes on the ceiling.

"What about me?" I asked.

"You'll have an electronic key for your room and the main doors. But I'm the only one with over-ride control. If you need to see video footage, you can ask me. There are cameras in every room except staff bedrooms and washrooms. It's a very efficient system," she said. "I can call up any camera for any time period in the past forty eight hours, and store any section I want permanently on hard disk."

Turning to the six residents, who had all gathered round, she began to assign them jobs, tidying, cleaning, stacking laundry or emptying waste bins.

Just then a woman of about 35 walked in. She was about a foot shorter than Alicia with blonde, permed hair.

"This is Linda," Alicia introduced her. "She comes in six afternoons a week to help us cook the evening meals."

Linda smiled. "What do you want making for over the weekend?"

"Something light for Saturday, and the usual beef for Sunday, I think. But no more apple pies. I've put Frank and Tony on a diet."

"Oh." they groaned. "Please Linda. Make us a pie."

"I have to do whatever Miss Alicia says," she said to them. "She's the boss."

"You're boss of the kitchen," Frank said.

"No. Miss Alicia's the overall boss. If I don't do what she says, she'll fire me, and I'll be gone for good."

"Oh." the others groaned, turning to Alicia. "You won't fire Linda will you?"

"Not unless she does something dreadful that forces me to."

"Are there any other staff?" I asked.

"Only George, the maintenance man. The other work we all share. So." She clapped her hands. "All of you get on with your chores."

The residents dispersed, however two of them tried to go into the TV area. Alicia stepped in front of them and her two arms stretched out to their full awesome wingspan of almost seven feet, cutting off their way forward. "No TV until you've done your chores."

"We want to watch our program," the first said. "We'll do our tasks later."

The two tried to push past, but Alicia's long arms resisted them. . "Oh no," she said as her arms wrapped around the bodies of the two men, bringing them both to a halt. It seemed at first that the tall girl's arms were too slender and weak to hold either of them. But somehow they did. I saw the two men pushing hard, trying to get into the lounge area, but the lanky young woman's arms didn't budge. They halted both men. But the two kept on trying to push past.

"You're very stubborn, boys," Alicia said, leaning forward. "But you're not going to beat me." I could see that the two men were still fighting hard to break through into the lounge area, but to my surprise they still couldn't get past Alicia's long arms.

"Enough!" she said as her face hardened. With a sudden surge of effort her arms swept forward, forcing both men stumbling back. So powerful was her sweep that they were thrown right out of the living area, only drawing to a halt six feet away from the tall figure of Alicia. I gasped. Her arms were incredibly strong! The two men looked shocked that she'd beaten them both.

"Now get on with your tasks," she said. "And neither of you will be watching TV until at least seven pm." Both men looked crestfallen as they turned away.

"Where's the Admin area?" I asked.

She pointed upward, to a balcony level nearly ten feet above the high-ceilinged living area. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed it before. She stretched her arms upward, almost touching the ceiling. She stepped back, took a jump, and grabbed hold of the upper edge of the balcony. She hung there for a second, then she flexed her long. long arms, pulling her body smoothly up and up until her lower ribs were just level with her hands. Changing the position of her hands so that they pushed down on the upper surface, she pressed herself up the rest of the way. Placing her knees on the upper level, she stood up straight to look down at me.

"This level holds the main computer unit, the environmental controls, the central locking, the rest of the unit security, the tv cameras and recording."

"Is that the only way up there?"

"I'm afraid so," she said. "I took out the stairs to ensure that the residents can't get up here and interfere with things. It's highly effective since ninety nine people out of a hundred don't have the ability to make it up here."

Goaded by her words, I took a run at the overhang and jumped. But I had nowhere near Alicia's enormous reach. I couldn't jump high enough to get my hands within a foot of the edge of the overhanging balcony. I landed heavily and stumbled to my knees.

"Is there a ladder?" I asked. "I can't get up."

"There's no need for you to be up here anyway," She shook her head. "You just concentrate on doing your job right. I'll take care of the management and let you know what needs to be done."

"You're not my boss," I said. "We're both Care Managers on the same grading."

"I'm not arguing with you," the young woman lowered herself back to the main level. "You're here as my deputy, and you'll do as I say. What I need doing at the moment is a complete audit of all the domestic equipment we have in the house." She handed me a clip board.

I was annoyed, but I said nothing. This girl, who was a good deal younger than me, was attempting to confine me to a secondary role. She may have been here longer, but I should have access to all the management and control functions that she did. I was determined to gain access to the upper level whether she liked it or not. But first of all I had to begin this boring and unnecessary task.

My opportunity came a couple of hours later, after I'd unpacked my bags and had my supper with the six residents and Alicia in the large kitchen.

I went back into the living area and climbed on to one of the chairs from the breakfast bar. I could now just reach the edge of the upper balcony. I gripped on tight and swung from the balcony, but when I tried to pull myself up as Alicia had done, I found that my arms just weren't strong enough. I could only raise myself a foot or so. I couldn't pull myself up nearly high enough to reach the upper level.

I tried again, and failed. My arms were tiring. Suddenly I heard a voice beneath me.

"Trying to get to the Control Level, huh?" It was Alicia. "You're going to need to be able to do a lot better than that." I felt her arm curl around my legs. Her other arm wrapped itself around my back. She lifted, and I suddenly found myself detached from the balcony and being carried along in her strong arms. I was surprised how secure I felt as she carried me across the room and set me down on my feet. "Now have you finished the stores audit I asked you to do?"

"Look," I said, "I'm fed up with you treating me like a cypher. I don't work for you. I'm your equal! I demand access to the administration area!"

I noticed that some of the residents had gathered round to watch us, drawn by the noise.

Alicia turned to face them. "Go to your rooms," she ordered the residents. They looked disappointed. "Go now," she said, "or you won't go out anywhere tomorrow." Disappointed at missing the upcoming showdown between me and Alicia, they went .

"Lock down rooms one, two, four, five and seven," she said as soon as they were in their rooms. I heard the doors click, one after the other, as the automated locks slammed home.

"Don't argue in front of the residents!" she scowled, turning away. "That's another demerit on your record sheet. Now get back to your assignment."

"No." I placed my hand on her shoulder. "We have to talk!"

In a heartbeat her arm shot up and gripped my wrist, removing it from her shoulder. Her hand was like a steel vise. I was surprised to find that it was hurting me. I tried not to let on, but this girl's grip was like iron. Her long fingers completely encircled my wrist, holding it immobile, and they could squeeze so hard!

"Owwww!" I finally gasped as I felt my wrist bones grind together.

A look of satisfaction crossed Alicia's face but she didn't relent an iota. In fact the pressure of her grip still seemed to be increasing. "Listen to me," she said. "You better get used to the idea that I'm in charge here, and you will only get more responsibility when I decide to allow it to you. And the way you're acting, that's going to be a long process."

"Owwwwww!" The pain of her grip was excruciating now. I could hardly bear it! I knew she was doing this on purpose, to humiliate me. "Please stop!" I begged.

To my surprise, she released me.

Angry, I raised my free hand in a fist.

Alicia frowned, and as she did so, she curled her long hand into a surprisingly large fist. It was odd to see a long, delicate-looking hand suddenly gather itself into such a heavy fist. "I'm warning you, Mr Hunt," she said. "Don't try to threaten me..."

"Threaten you?" I began, drawing my arm back.

I saw her long right arm move somewhere off in the middle distance.

CRACKK! An explosion of pain burst into the side of my face as her solid fist crashed into me. I was rocked fully five steps backward by a shockingly powerful blow.



I was startled and shocked. Blood was pouring from my nose and lip. I was disorientated, dizzy and hurting. It was all I could do to stay upright. Shit! I propped myself up against a chair. That was just one punch! I hadn't imagined she could hit so hard. It felt like a car had hit me. This girl sure packed a hefty punch!

"Have you had enough?" Alicia asked.

Angry and humiliated, I rushed forward. CRACK! CRACKK! Those long arms moved again. Two more appallingly painful blows slammed into me before I was anything like in range to hit her back. They were shocking! Her super-long arms were like guided missiles, tearing in at blinding speed. The blows came from so far back, I couldn't see them coming, They cut through the air so fast that I didn't have time to duck or avoid them. And her fists felt like solid blocks of stone as they slammed in to me. I staggered backward, stumbling across the living area until I hit a stool and fell. My face hurt like hell. My ears were ringing. I raised my hands to feel my face. My jaw was streaming blood and my left cheekbone was caved in.

"Wha..." I was flat on my back, moaning in pain. I couldn't get up.

"Don't try that again," she said." I'm very strong. And with these arms I can just pick you off for target practice." She looked at me, on the floor. "Try again, and you'll only get hurt a lot worse than you are." She stretched her long arms out wide. "I can generate an awful lot of momentum with these. My older brother is six feet tall and two hundred pounds, but when he pissed me off last summer I laid him out with just one good punch Broke his jaw in two places. .He looked as surprised as you do now. Now go to your room. I'm going to lock you down for the night. Try to mess with me again, and I'll really beat the crap out of you."

I was ten years older than her, and about fifty pounds heavier, but I realised that I was outmatched. I couldn't get close enough to this long-limbed young woman to do any damage to her before she whaled the tar out of me with those dominating arms. And her blows were devastating. I didn't want any more. I had to give in. I went in to my assigned bedroom.

"Lock door 9," Alicia said from outside. I heard a click from the door. I turned the handle, then tried my electronic key, but it still wouldn't open. I was locked in, and only Alicia's voice would override the system.