Brionn Undercover Part 1
by Alpesco
A 25 year old Brionn takes no prisoners.


I love working with Brionn.

She's tall, blonde, beautiful, great legs, and just 25. Hey, she's got a red
hot temper and is capable of appalling violence - but I like that in a woman.

The boss sent me down to the Caymans to meet her, and now I saw her, on the
beach. She was with a posse of cameramen and other model types, doing a shoot
for some sportswear company. I stood and watched

Brionn was in the sea up to her knees with a male model type, big and hunky,
about six feet three, to her six, one. The man was supposed to be carrying her
in his arms, but he was clearly finding her heavy. I'd say he weighed about
220. Brionn, I knew weighed more than she looked. She was lithe and had
curves, but she was near-on solid bone and muscle, and weighed about 160.

He put her down, complaining, surprised when, without warning, she turned and
swept long bronzed arms around his shoulders and knees, then lifted him out of
the water in a perfect cradle carry. The crowd cheered as she held him like a
big baby in those long golden arms of hers without a sign of strain or effort.
The photographers flashed away as she grinned and raised her scowling male
victim even higher, until he was level with her shoulders.

"All right. Put me down." The male model was starting to show his irritation
as Brionn continued to bear his weight in her arms without apparent
difficulty.

"I thought you said this was difficult?" Brionn said. "Look. I can even do
this.." She lowered his horizontal body to waist height, bending her knees,
then straightened as she swept both arms upward to toss him into the air. He
gave a cry of alarm and even I gasped as his 220lb body rose out of her arms
to fly a full foot above her head before falling back into her waiting arms
once more. He landed with a smack in her strong arms, which still bore his
weight with ease.

"Again?" she said, and without waiting for an answer, she repeated the
maneuver, bending and then hurling him even higher into the air. He cried out
again as his body soared more than two feet above her head. This time she had
imparted some spin into the toss, and his body did a half roll in mid-air
before falling back, stomach-first into her arms.

"You couldn't do that one more time?" one of the photographers asked. "I
didn't catch it."

"Fine." Brionn said, beginning to lower her captive.

"No!" The man cried.

"You're quite safe," Brionn said. "I'm a strong girl."

This time she bent so low his body was level with her knees

The man screamed as he flew nearly four feet into the air above her head
before falling into a perfect catch.

"Owwww!" he cried as he slammed into her hard, strong arms, his fall stopping
dead as she caught and held him. "Let go of me!"

"Okay," Brionn relaxed her arms and let him fall into the water at her feet to
roars of laughter. Her victim was furious, but could only stalk away in
silence.

"That's a wrap for tonight," the lead photographer said, and the group began
to break up.

That's when I made my approach.

Hello Brionn." I had to look up at her. I was five nine, but she still
overtopped me by four inches. "Good to see you. You're looking greater than
ever. I've come with a job from the boss."

"You'll have to tell him I'm too busy. This is my first modelling assignment
for four months. I'm not quitting it now."

"Who do you think arranged for you to get this job?" I asked. "Anyways. You
can do both. The boss's job won't take you too long. And the photo shoot's a
great cover. We need some codes from a man called Mundtsen. He works for a big
bio-electronics corporation that's making some deadly bio-weaponry. He isn't
normally accessible, but he'll be at the Film Festival party tonight. You have
an invitation. Get his attention. I'll show you where to lure him. Then you'll
have to extract the codes. We can't get anyone else into the building."

The party was on the top floor of the Reef Hotel. Large and noisy. Ideal. I'd
occupied one of the empty bedrooms off the main suite and had already got the
portable computer up and running, waiting for the access codes.

I peeped out through the crack in the door to see that Brionn already had
Mundtsen hooked. It can't have been difficult. She was wearing a tight black
top which left her arms and midriff bare, a tight micro-mini that left yards
of leg on display, and three inch heels. Mundtsen, at six three, wore a dark
suit that looked as if it might hold at least one concealed weapon.

Brionn came into the bed room with Mundtsen. He was oozing all over her, an
arm wrapped round hher waist another holding a drink.

As Brionn shut the door, she straightened and put her glass of champagne down
on the dresser.

Henry," She smiled taking the glass from his hand and putting it down beside
hers. "I need to ask you a question."

"Question?" he turned, beginning to sense something slightly wrong. He noticed
me, sitting in the corner with my laptop. "Who's that guy?"

"Don't worry about him," said Brionn. "He's just here to tap in the codes
you're going to give us."

"Codes?" Mundtsen began to snap out of his alcohol and Brionn-induced haze.
"Oh no!" He made to turn back for the door, but Brionn caught him by the left
arm and shoved him down on the king-size double bed. The gun Mundtsen had been
going to draw skidded across the floor.

Calmly Brionn turned the key in the door. There was no chance of anyone
outside hearing us. The heavy disco beat from the party drowned out
everything.

I want the two main codes," Brionn said. "The first to grant access to the
Torashi Company computer. The second is Martek's level 4 security code."

"I don't know what you're talking about.." Mundtsen began.

Brionn gave a sigh. "You're wasting my time, Mr Mundtsen, and that has a
cost." Catching him by the lapels, she dragged him up from the bed, then,
drawing back her right hand, she unleashed a huge, backhand slap which cracked
across his face.

Mundtsen was shocked. Brionn knew how to slap a guy, and this clearly hurt
bad. I could see the livid red welt rising on his face as a trickle of blood
ran from his nose.

The guy tried to put up a fight. After all he was a big man, two inches taller
than Brionn and nearly a hundred pounds heavier, but I knew he had no chance.
He should have realised the boss wouldn't send anyone here who couldn't do
their job.

Brionn swayed easily out of the path of his lunging blow and, in a smooth,
controlled movement, brought her right fist up and round, landing an
effortless hook to the base of his jaw. It looked effortless, but the heavy
crack as it connected gave some indication of the damaging power Brionn always
put into her punches. Mundtsen's head flew back with a moan as his whole body
was sent crashing backward, to crump into the wall. For an instant he stood
there, dazed, eyes unfocussed, shaking his head sharply as he tried to clear
it.

Taking a single step forward in her tight mini-skirt, Brionn frowned. Then her
powerful arms drove four shattering punches into Mundtsen's chest and stomach.
I could see the executive's face crease up, shocked by the sheer power those
long arms could generate. I knew just how strong Brionn's arms and shoulders
really were. Mundtsen had no idea - up till now.

The first blow made me wince just to hear it drive home. It sounded like a
hundred pound sack dropped from twenty feet up. Mundtsen grunted like a stuck
bull as the huge punch knocked all the wind out of him. I guessed she'd gone
for that one on purpose, to stop him making too much noise. It certainly
worked, for he was half doubled-over and gasping for air as the next punch
crashed into him. He could only moan weakly in pain as her left fist sank deep
into his midriff. I could see that only the wall behind him still kept him on
his feet. The next two shots crashed upward, to keep him standing, even as
they tore heavily into his chest, accompanied by the dull crack of bone.
Brionn was so strong. That power really turned me on.

"I hate wearing high heels when I'm beating up on someone!" she said, wobbling
slightly as she rebalanced herself.

Brionn studied her adversary for an instant. She still looked immaculate in
her black shoes and party outfit, but Mundtsen was already looking in no state
to party. He was gasping painfully for breath, his suit a crumpled shell over
his bowed body, his face pale and shocked with the pain of the five heavy
punches he'd just taken. Trickles of blood ran down from his nose and mouth.
He raised an arm weakly, but it was clearly a painful effort. His body had
taken just five of Brionn's punches, and already most of the resistance had
been knocked out of him.

"Ahhhhh!" his voice trembled as he tried to step forward. "How the... How the
hell do you hit that hard? You've broken half my ribs!"

"Four or five at the most," Brionn said gently. "Now I asked you for some
information.."

"I can't gi.. give you those codes.." Mundtsen said. "I don't have them.."

Brionn's left hand caught his arm, pulling him out into the middle of the
room, and right into the path of her speeding right fist. Brionn was such a
pro. I'd seen her work before, but even I was startled by the precision, the
speed and the power of that one terrible punch which slammed into the side of
his head. It came so fast that Mundtsen had no warning at all. The crack of
the impact was sickening as the huge blow sent Mundtsen flying across the
room. His legs caught on the king-size bed in the center, but the sheer force
of the punch sent his body toppling over onto the bed and most of the way
across it. He didn't even have time to cry out before the sound was muffled in
the bedclothes.

Brionn stepped slowly towards him as he lay still and in shock, sprawled
across the bed where her punch had left him. I could see that Mundtsen was
finding it difficult to raise his head, but somehow he managed it. A big dark
bruise ran down the left side of his face where her blow had struck. His
cheekbone was caved in, and blood washed down from a long deep cut at his
hairline.

"Please." he said, holding up a shaking hand. "Not again.."

"It's up to you," she shrugged. "You have the codes. My friend here has to
punch them into that computer some time in the next ten minutes, and you're
going to give them to me. You may be hurting real bad at the moment. But
believe me, what you're feeling now is just the smallest taste of what I can
do to you. I've hit you six times and I'm not even warmed up yet. You're going
to give me the codes. It's up to you how much you get hurt before you do. Now
what are they?"

"You can't... Someone will hear.."

"Wrong answer." Brionn knelt on the bed beside him, careful to keep her
clothing clear of the blood that dripped from his face. Her left hand clamped
round the back of his neck, forcing his face into the bedsheets. Her right
hand rose - then fell sharply into the middle of his back. I heard the dull
double-crack as at least two of his ribs gave way. Mundtsen gave an agonized
cry, but the sound was almost completely muffled by the mattress. Outside the
sound of clinking glasses mixed with conversation and dance music.

"The codes." Brionn said gently. She was completely in control as she let her
prisoner briefly up for air.

"Hel..." Mundtsen tried to shout, but his head went straight back into the
mattress, pinned there by Brionn's long tanned arm. Her other arm caught his
flailing left elbow and twisted it brutally up behind his back.

"This will serve two purposes," Brionn said softly, "punishment for making a
noise, and encouragement to tell me what I want to know." Her right arm tensed
as it twisted and applied upward pressure on the larger man's elbow. Brionn's
arms looked long and elegant, but they were also strong as steel. They held
long, rock-hard muscles whose volume was camouflaged by their length. Now
those muscles began to swell and harden as they drove the larger man's arm
steadily up and back against all its joints.

Her arm moved smoothly yet utterly remorselessly. Mundtsen began to emit
muffled moans as I heard a creaking and tearing of ligaments. He began to
wriggle helplessly, straining to free himself of his captor's iron grip. Then
I heard a grating and splintering of bone as the young woman's bicep swelled.
The muffled screams from Mundtsen grew louder as with a horrible twisting
wrench, I heard the popping and cracking of three sets of bones in his elbow,
arm and shoulder. There was a crescendo of muffled agony from Mundtsen's
buried head.

Brionn's long fingers uncurled from the shattered remnants of her victim's arm
as if she'd just been stroking some delicate fabric. She waited a moment for
his muffled howls to die down, then asked him for the codes again. Only then
did her left arm relent enough to let him raise his head.

"Not a sound," she whispered. "I only want the codes."

"My arm!" Mundtsen's voice was barely audible, his face was streaming with
tears.

"It's your own fault for not telling me what I need to know." Brionn scolded
gently, like a kindly kindergarten teacher. "You've forced me to make a real
mess of that arm. It'll take months before you get any use back in it at all.
I doubt it will ever work as well as it did just three minutes ago. Is it
worth more permanent damage like that for two little codes?"

"But they'll kill me..."

"What makes you think I won't? Now you have three seconds. One.. Two.."

"I caa...."

"Three." Mundtsen's plea was stifled as Brionn's irresistable left arm forced
his head back into the sheets once more. Her right arm rose, then drove the
pointed knuckles of its fist powerfully down into the base of his spine.
There was a sharp crack, followed by a long muffled scream from Mundtsen. His
whole body shuddered and jerked in sharp involuntary spasms. His agonised moan
went on and on.

"If that wasn't about four times worse than the worst pain you've ever
experienced," Brionn's voice was very calm, "you've had a very unlucky life.
You better lie very still now because I'm about 99% sure you'll be completely
paralysed below the waist. Your back is broken. Now that's very dangerous. It
can be mended, but only with time and the best medical care. I did that with
just one good punch. If I give you just one more like that, your disability
will definately be permanent.. So make your decision now. When I let you raise
your head, I either get both codes in their correct form or I hit you in the
same spot again." She allowed his head to rise.

Mundtsen's voice was weak and full of pain. "The Torashi Company code is
4592234haz9x. The Security code for Martek is GREYDOG."

Brionn looked at me as I tapped the codes into my laptop. I nodded as I got a
green light.

"There. You could have made it a lot easier on yourself." Brionn got up and
walked across to the dresser mirror. "Keep completely still, and don't let
anyone move you except a qualified medical team." She glanced in the mirror
and tidied a few wisps of hair, which were all that the fight had disturbed.
"Now I'm going back to the party. I'll leave in about ten minutes. My friend
Bob here will leave soon after."

I looked at her as she left, still looking like she was going to receive a tv
celebrity award, then turned back to the broken, sobbing form of her victim,
who would need months in hospital before he could even walk again. Brionn was
good - and we were still only half-way through the mission.