Brionn's Day Part 1 by Alpesco Brionn should on no account be crossed. The bus dropped me off at a roadside cafe miles from anywhere, and a goog 15 miles from where I wanted to be. I didnt know whether I'd have tto walk the rest of the way or not. I hoped not. It was hot. Inside it was not much cooler. I ordered a strong black coffee and sat down. Apart from me and the man behind the counter, there were only two others in he place, a man and a woman. I immediately envied the man, for the woman was spectacular. She was at least 6 feet tall. Lithe, with long blonde hair. She wore a small halter top and a very short white skirt that exposed the full length of her marvellous legs. Her arms were entwined with those of a lanky young man, slightly older than she was, kissing passionately. The man at the counter called her to pass me my drink, and she did so. She came up to me and smiled. "Would you like anything else, sir? Something to eat, perhaps?" From where I sat, her abs were at eye-level. Never had I seen such a perfect six-pack, nor so narrow a waist, emphasized by the rising taper to her quite broad shoulders. I shook my head. "No thank you, but do you know if there's any way to get to Huntsville from here?" "I'm new around here myself." She flashed another smile. "But I'll ask my boss for you." Suddenly her boyfriend was behind her. "Why are you hanging around here?" he demanded giving her a shove. "Hey!" I stood up to intervene, but he gave me a shove that pushed me onto the floor. "I don't want you smiling at no strange men, Brionn!" He turned back to her. "I do what I want," she said. "You do as I tell you!" He slapped her hard across the face. Startled, the girl fell back a step, raising one hand to touch her cheek. Then a wave of anger swept across her face and her hand clenched tight into a bony fist, which lashed forward into her boyfriend's face. I half expected him to dash the blow aside, or deflect it with his arm, but the blow struck home solidly, beneath his left eye, and to my surprise, it rocked him back. His surprise, however, was total as the unexpected power of the blow sent him staggering backward. The girl called Brionn was the same height as him, but seemed lighter. I feared she'd got herself into trouble. Yet that first punch appeared to have done a good deal of damage. There were solid sheets of muscle in her arms and shoulders that were only visible when she exerted them, and now the muscles coiled fluidly along her long, long arms. Her assailant was still off-balance when she stepped forward and delivered a solid left to the other side of his face, then a second right even harder than the first. The blow sent him hurtling backward to crash heavily into the counter. smashing thin wood and glass, and hurling plates, bowls, percolators and cola racks to the floor. I'd never seen a girl deliver such devastating blows before. I'd not seen many men do it either. Her boyfriend was already a shadow of his former self. His stare was fixed, a trail of blood flowing down his chin. "You bitch!" he grunted, trying to propel himself towards her from the counter. He swung a wild haymaker at her. Even I could see this was a big mistake. Brionn ducked beneath it with ease, then landed two rapid jabs to his chin with her right. The blows did not seem that strong, but they stopped the larger man in his tracks. The momentary flicker of a smile crossed her lips as her right fist drew back once more. For the first time I felt a little sorry for her oafish boyfriend. He could see what was coming, and there was nothing at all he could do to stop it. Her right fist shot forward into the base of his jaw, followed by a left to the chest and another powerful right to the collarbone. For a second he stood there, his face a mask of pain and shock. Then he slumped, unconscious to the floor. The girl looked at him for a moment, her face full of scorn. He was bruised and bleeding, and it looked from where I was, as though his collar bone had snapped. She unclenched her fists, then turned round to face me, still not risen from the floor. She gave me a hand to pull myself to my feet. "I'm sorry about Joe." she nodded. "He's a jerk." "But.." My mouth was open. "How did you do that.. Are you all right?" She nodded. "Of course. Most men don't know how to fight. I do. And I've got a lot of strength. It can come as a bad surprise to people sometimes." "Then let this come as another bad surprise," the cafe owner now emerged from wherever he'd been hiding. "You're fired. I'm not having you and your sort wrecking this place - and you can forget about your back pay!" "You can't do that." Brionn said slowly. "You'll find I can. Now get out!" "First I'll have what you owe me!" She strode to the cash register. The drawer sprang open with a ting. "Oh no!" The owner reached past her to slam the drawer shut, trying to wrestle Brionn away from his cash register. He was slightly shorter than her, but much heavier, with a sagging stomach that hung over his trousers. At first he had a bit of success. Then the tall young woman bent her knees, her arms snaking around his back and linking at the wrists. I saw the sleek muscles gather beneath the golden skin. Then she squeezed and lifted. To my astonishment the larger man was hoisted clean off the floor in Brionn's bear-hug. He bellowed loudly as he found himself suspended a foot off the ground in his ex-employee's long, strong arms. I wondered how many seconds she could hold him there before she had to let him go. But her face seemed to show no strain at all. Instead, the coiling muscles of her arms rippled sinuously as she slowly tightened her grip. Her hands were edging up her forearms as the pressure increased. His face began to go red. Still she squeezed harder, eliciting the first bellow of real pain from her suspended prisoner. Her hands now gripped half way up each of her forearms. The owner began struggling wildly as her arms cut deeply into the mounds of flesh at his midriff, but his struggles were to no effect. Brionn's pretty face was impassive as she concentrated on achieving her aim. She gave two soft grunts of effort as her powerful arms tightened again, then yet again, squeezing remorselessly tighter until she was at last able to grip her own elbows with each hand. She drew a breath. The cafe owner moaned weakly. His struggles were failing now, replaced by shallow gasps for breath. I was getting worried. "I think he's had enough." I said. "Not quite yet." I was surprised how little strain there was in her voice. She could have been carrying a styrofoam model rather than a real man of flesh and blood. Her corded arms began to squeeze once more, the swelling muscles now clearly defined as they tightened their grip even more. Her hapless victim groaned and writhed in response to the terrible pressure. Then the body went slack. She held her grip for ten more seconds, then relented, and at last released her prisoner. Her opponent slid unconscious to the floor. Brionn calmly stretched her long arm to the cash register, pressed the key and counted out 30 tens, which she put in her pocket. "It's all right," she said to me. "He's not going to die or anything. He didn't hold out as long as I expected. I could still have squeezed a lot harder. But come on. We'd better go!" She looked back to her other ex, who lay where she'd left him on the floor. He was semi-conscious now, but it would clearly be some time before he was able to stand unaided. She stopped at the door of the rest room and scowled, turning back to her former boss. "You want to talk about damage, huh? Well try this for size." Her long leg kicked out explosively, sending her sandalled heel crashing into the wooden restroom door, smashing it clean off its hinges in one massive blow. She strode three more steps to the ladies and did the same thing once more. Then another idea seemed to come to her. She strode out into the blazing sun and made towards an open top sports car parked alongside the main building. She unleashed another thunderous kick, her heel smashing into the gleaming metal and buckling it appallingly. She gave two more kicks to the left side of the car, each inflicting thousands of dollars in damage. After that she seemed satisfied. "OK" she said, pointing to an older convertible some yards away. I got in beside her, and she drove off. She drove fast, up the curling desert road, into the hills. "I can't believe what I've just seen," I said. "I told you, I'm a lot stronger than people think. Most of the men I date don't realise I can whip them any time I want to. That's cool. I've always been strong. I did go to the gym for a couple of years to build on what I had. I don't bother that often now." "I keep thinking I've seen your face before." "Could've been a magazine," Brionn said. "I used to advertise a health drink in the ads. I got paid good money for that modelling job, but I couldn't stick it - the boredom. I like to do what I want, when I feel like it." We stopped by a small lake in the hills and got out to just stare at it for some minutes. "The water's just about freezing" she said. "Fancy a dip?" "No." I shook my head. "Yes!" she nodded, and all of a sudden her long arms curled about me, sweeping me from the ground to carry my 200 pounds with no visible strain. She strode to the lake edge and lowered me to below waist height. Then her strong arms lifted, propelling me in a fraction of a second to shoulder height and then up and three yards out into the icy lake. When I struggled out of the water, I tried to do the same to her, but she would not let me. Her powerful arms caught mine and stopped me from touching her. When I gave up she flexed her arm in triumph. The effect was startling. Her arms did not seem that muscular until she exerted them, but now that she flexed you could see how strong they really were. From nowhere her bicep gathered itself, growing larger and rounder until it reached the size of a large ostrich egg. She relaxed and her arms were smooth once more, their strength almost wholly concealed in their length and elegance. "You have to work out," I said. "Not really. I only do things like this." She bent forward pulling herself up into a perfect handstand, her long arms holding her up, her legs pointing like an arrow to the sky. It was a thing of sheer beauty. She held this for a minute. Then she began to bend her arms, lowering herself to the ground under perfect control until her chin touched the bare rock. Then she pushed slowly back up again, and proceeded to do ten perfect reps before pushing back up to her feet. "I also do stuff like this." She walked to a boulder two feet across and cradled it in her arms, lifting it smoothly to shoulder height. Altering her grip, she got her hands beneath it, then, extending her arms once more, slowly raised it above her head, before dropping it into the lake. "That stone must weigh as much as me!" I said. "Lets see." she smiled. Her hands suddenly clamped beneath my armpits, their grip still surprising in its strength. Her arms tensed, and suddenly I was lifted right off my feet, suspended from her straightened arms. I dangled there for a while, then she lowered me almost to the ground then up again, repeating this five times before releasing me. I was bruised beneath my arms where her hands had supported my weight, but I did not show the discomfort. "Where did you learn to fight like you do?" I asked. "Lots of places. I've been taught by some good people. I was thinking of going into stunt work once. I'm good." She held her arms out wide. "Try and hit me." "I don't think that would be wise. I've seen what you can do." "I won't hit you hard, I promise. Give me a shot." "All right then. Try this for size!" I feinted with my right, and followed through with my left, but she was incredibly fast. She avoided my move with ease, weaving back and landing a playful jab to my forehead with her long, long arm. She had kept her promise not to use full force, but the lightning-fast jab felt like a hammer blow. I saw stars and felt giddy for an instant. I had to shake my head to try to clear it. No wonder two such jabs had stopped her ex-boyfriend dead, leaving him a sitting duck for her still more powerful punches. She grinned at me, lowering her fists. "Come on, we'd best be going." It was as we were walking back to the car that we met the two patrolmen coming up towards us. The larger man pointed his gun. "Put your hands in the air. I'm arresting you for robbery, car theft, and occasioning bodily injury." he said. The handcuffs clicked into place.