Punished by a Pupil Part 2
by Alpesco
Prisoner


"Do you know what, Mr Robick," Brionn said. "I've decided I'm going to teach
YOU a lesson. We're going where you can't call the police, or anyone else to
take your side."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out." she said. "Stand up."

Without thinking, I obeyed her, watching as she picked up the tight bundle of
food and possession she had prepared, and tucked it under her left arm. Then
she turned back to me. Stooping, she caught me about the waist with her long
right arm. Then, straightening her long, sleekly-muscled legs, she lifted,
taking my weight smoothly up across her right shoulder, her right arm holding
me in place.

"You can't..." I began.

"Just watch me," she said.

My head and torso draped down her back as she supported my weight with seeming
ease. Too startled to struggle, I could do nothing to stop her as she began to
stride swiftly away from the ruined camper.

I was astonished, even now, at how strong she was. She may have been close to
five foot ten, but she was still only fourteen. Yet she had me slung easily
over her right shoulder, her strong right arm holding my body in place. And
not only was she supporting my six foot one, one hundred and eighty pounds
with ease, she was striding quickly across the clearing away from my
demolished camper.

"Put me down!" I called out at last. "What do you think you're trying to do?"

"I'm not trying to do anything." I was surprised by the calm assurance in her
voice. "I'm doing what I told you I'd do."

I didn't think she'd be able to carry me much beyond the edge of the clearing,
so my surprise grew as we started to climb into the woods. The hills rose
steeply from the lake, so almost as soon as we entered the trees we began a
hard uphill climb. My camper and the clearing vanished behind me.

This was more of an effort for her, she took big upward strides, so that her
long legs could make most efficient use of their effort as they powered both
our bodyweights upward.

For ten more minutes we continued to climb up through the trees. I expected,
every moment that she would have to halt out of sheer weakness and exhaustion,
and lower me back to my feet. But somehow she kept on going, up and up. All
the while my entire 180 pound bodyweight was resting across her narrow,
densely-muscled shoulder, and that shoulder was cutting into my stomach like a
knife. With every jarring upward step the girl took, the cramping pains in my
stomach grew worse and worse, her iron shoulder grinding remorselessly into
the soft organs of my midriff.

We must have climbed five hundred feet by now. Would she never tire enough to
have to put me down? I began to struggle, to try to free myself, flailing my
arms and legs in an attempt to force her to stop. I felt her right arm clamp
even tighter about my legs. It was unexpectedly strong. Strong enough to
prevent me rolling myself off her shoulder. Still I continued to struggle,
knowing that she couldn't keep going for long like this.

After a dozen more paces she was forced to halt. She let me slip to my feet on
the ground in front of her. I gasped with relief, drawing my first full breath
since she'd picked me up. The girl took a step back, dropping the bundle she'd
been carrying under her left arm, her face stern, the blonde hair brushing
across her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed. Then, without any further warning,
she administered five more of those terrible punches of hers.

I was still shocked at how fast and how incrediby hard she could hit. The huge
punches raked inward and upward into my face and body, hurling me back into a
nearby tree-trunk. Her first blow was devastating, smashing into the left side
of my jaw, loosening two back teeth and setting lights flashing inside my
head. From that instant on, I could do nothing to defend myself from the hits
that followed. I was too disoriented and in too much pain. The second punch
hit just below my already damaged eye, sending a sunburst of pain through my
cheekbone. The third and fourth tore into my upper chest like hammer blows,
emptying my lungs of air even as I felt two of my bones wrenched out of place.
The fifth drove deep into my solar plexus, sending even more agony flooding
through my midsection. Mercifully that was the last. Without a word, she
bent, picked up her bundle, then took me up over her right shoulder once more.

Shaken by the power of the punches she'd ripped into me, and still in shock
from the pain. I offered no opposition as she took up the climb once more. I
hate to admit it, but I was too frightened now to struggle in case she decided
to drop me to my feet for more of those frightening punches. Her arms were so
strong, they'd almost beaten all the fight out of me.

I don't know how long it really was, but we seemed to keep climbing for hours.
It was probably a lot less time than that, but to me, in constant pain and
discomfort, the climb seemed unending as we rose and rose through rocks and
trees. Brionn never seemed to tire, climbing at a steady, even pace. I gave up
hoping for her to weaken and have to put me down, she seemed like a machine,
so fit that she was able to keep climbing for as long as she wanted to, even
with my weight over her shoulder.

We went through some dense growth, then across a wide, rocky stream, then up
again, through a ravine, more woods, and finally came to some level ground.
There, at last, she lowered me to my the ground once more.

Once back on my feet I could hardly stand. Having had my upper body held
upside down so long, I was dizzy and groggy. I staggered a step or two
backward trying to breathe. Gradually I got my bearings while Brionn unrolled
her bundle of food and equipment. We were high up on the side of a mountain
surrounded by trees. A grassy ledge about thirty feet wide rose gently to a
small cabin of rough wooden boards. Behind me a rugged cliff wall rose
straight up a hundred feet or so. An old board door sealed the entrance to an
old mineworking.

"Wh.. What are we doing here?" I gasped.

"This is where you're going to learn some of the lessons you need," she said.
"You got your first lesson on the climb up here: That was not to mess with me.
You'll learn others."

"You can't keep me here!" I began.

"Can't I?" Brionn's smile was not really pleasant. "You'll find out that I can
do a lot of things. And I've decided you're one person who's going to have a
big change of attitude.. You can strt by collecting some firewood." She
pointed to the edge of the trees.

"I'm not..." I began. Then I halted, seeing my opportunity. I walked down to
the edge of the trees through which we'd come up to this ridge, and began
picking up fallen branches. The girl watched me for a few minutes as I brought
a pile back to the hut. On my second journey, I waited until she seemed busy
at the door to the shack. Then, dropping my bundle of branches I began to run
down the hill, the way we'd come.

I heard her angry shout behind me, and hurtled downhill even faster. Soon I
heard another pair of feet crashing through the underbrush behind me. Brionn.
I'd had a fifty yard lead, but she outran me within two hundred. I should have
known she could do that. She looked athletic.

Her arms criss-crossed as they caught me from behind, linking around my chest.
But what happened next completely appalled me. Squeezing, she lifted me up
until my feet were both off the ground. Then the reason she had crossed her
arms before closing them around me became clear, as she twisted her arms back
around through 180 degrees. The raw strength in her arms was unbelievable. My
whole body was swept round and up-ended in her grip, until I was hanging
upside down in front of her, facing outward, my head level with her waist, my
legs kicking helplessly in the air.

With a soft grunt she slipped me up and back so that my legs and abdomen hung
backward across her left shoulder. My head and chest were locked in front of
her in the iron grip of her arms. My entire bodyweight was now pivoted on my
backbone across one of her shoulders. I cried out in pain as the weight tore
against my vertebrae. Purposefully, she turned and began to stride back toward
the ledge, my body arched backward over her shoulder.

In all my life I'd never been placed in a hold half as agonising. The pain
just kept growing and growing, my upper body held immovable in her tight grip,
all the weight of both halves of my body was stressed on two inches of
backbone. Each step she took was torture. Even when we reached the clearing,
she held me on her shoulder a full minute longer to let me endure the intense
pain before setting me down.

"Shit, shit. Shit!" I cried out, barely able to stand for the pain. "Those
arms of yours are so strong!"

Brionn looked at me with the stern, cold anger I suddenly remembered from my
father, usually just before he took a belt to me.

"Oh shit!" I said again, seeing her fists close. I tried to back away. I
didn't want any more of those powerful punches she could dish out with such
seeming ease - but I got them anyway. The 14 year old's punches were
terrifying now. I didn't like pain or injury, and I knew Brionn's punches
could deal out both. And I had no protection. Nothing I could do seemed
capable of stopping them hitting home. They were so fast and so brutal. It
only took four now to finish me. The first exploded into the side of my head,
hitting like a rock bouncing off a hundred foot drop. The rest I hardly
noticed after that. The pain only really hit some moments later, when I'd
regained full consciousness, stretched out on the ground in front of her.

Her fists were still clenched, her long arms enlarged and red with the blood
that now pumped them up. The funny thing was that her arms did not look
unusually strong till they were flexed or pumped. They were so long, the
length hid the muscle mass they carried. Relaxed, her arms looked quite soft,
showing just the hint of the chunky muscle shapes beneath. Only when she
stressed them did the underlying muscle masses show, and then the difference
was spectacular. Flexed and pumped as it was now, Brionn's arm must have been
at least 15 inches around. I'd guess her waist was just 22 or 23, revealing
something of the strength this 14 year old had at her disposal.

"You better get it into your head," she said quietly, "that you do everything
I say, when I say it. Nothing else. Now get up."

I got up.

"Because of that foolish runaway, you're going to bed early, and without any
supper. Off you go."

I moved toward the cabin.

"Not there." she shook her head.

"Where am I going?"

She kicked open the narrow wooden door in the cliff face, revealing a dark
mine tunnel running into the rock. "In there." she pointed.

I walked into the tunnel with her behind me. It quickly broadened into a low
dry cavern. A grid of rusting ironwork split the cavern into two halves.
Brionn pushed me through a doorway into the closed-off end, pulling the barred
iron door shut behind me. She produced a padlock and chain which she used to
lock the door shut.

"How long do you think you can keep me here?" I asked.

"Until I'm happy with your attitude." She turned away, leaving me alone in the
darkness.

There was a thin blanket on the dusty floor. But I was securely caged. this
must have been where the old-time miners had secured their valuables. I
couldn't get out.

The door to the mineworkings opened the net morning. Brionn came in with a
blaze of morning sunshine, looking at me through the bars of my prison. She
was in short blue jeans now and a white top. "Today you're going to go to the
stream and fetch water, then get a fire going and make some breakfast. If you
do that well enough I'll let you eat. If not.."

She unlocked the iron gate and ordered me outside. I was three inches taller
than her and old enough to be her father, but I didn't dare make a move as I
walked past her outdoors. Her top had been cut off to expose her long arms. I
realised that whatever she wore usually left her arms bare. Those long, heavy
arms reminded me how much I still hurt, and I didn't want to feel their weight
again if I could avoid it.

Those arms were like overwhelming weapons that she always carried with her.
They were cocked and primed for use at a second's notice. I was always
conscious of them whenever she was within a few feet of me. Before I could
blink she could fire off a shot from either of them that could break bones and
worse. And she could keep on hitting like that for longer than I cared to
think about. I'd learned to respect those arms of hers.

Even so, I soon felt them again. The girl was determined to show me she was
boss, chivvying and shoving me at every turn. And I wasn't happy obeying her
commands. I carried buckets of water from the stream, but hesitated when she
told me to wash the iron pans. A punch from her right arm sent me flying into
the cabin wall. Angrily tasting the blood on my lip, I turned on her - only to
receive a terrifying kick to the side of my head that knocked me cold for
several minutes. When I came round, she orderd me to stand, then hit me again.
This time I didn't dare react, she just had too much firepower at her
disposal.

For the rest of the day I did as I was told, and got to share some of the food
I cooked. Whilst I worked, Brionn spent the day sorting out the shack for
herself. Then she used one of the nearby trees for exercise, doing a series of
fifteen one-armed chins with each arm from an overhanging branch for three
sets with each arm. I'm sure some of this display was for my benefit, and I
was impressed by the big oval bicep that swelled on her arm with each slow,
smooth chin. Then, hanging by her heels from the branch, she did forty sit ups
to vertical from a dead hang to improve her abs. After a few more exercises
she lay out in the sun.

That night I slept in the cave again. I was too damaged and hurt to resist
her. I knew I had broken ribs. I was not sure how many, my cheekbone felt as
if it might be cracked too, and everywhere else was bruised. I'd let the girl
think I was broken, but I'd try and regain my strength before I tried to rebel
again.

Three days passed just like the first, with me gathering wood, cleaning up and
doing the chores. The girl, enjoying her dominance over me, would sometimes
order me to do humiliating things like kiss her feet or crawl on all fours. I
had no alternative but to obey, but I was biding my time.

On the fifth morning Brionn entered the mineshaft looking nervous. Unlocking
my cage she told me to stand, and tied my hands behind my back. Then she gagged
me with a handkerchief.

"Theres someone coming," she hissed. "Stay quiet."

She moved forward to wait just inside the open doorway to the mine. I heard
horses outside, then voices calling "Anyone here! Show yourself!"

Brionn stayed silent, clearly hoping the two riders, whoever they were, would
pass on. But I heard them dismount and approach the mine.

Silently Brionn stretched up her hands to grip a narrow beam just above her
head. She hung from the beam for a moment, then flexed her arms to draw her
body right off the ground, continuing to pull upward until her chest was
pressed against the rough tunnel ceiling. Now she flexed her torso, making her
body into a 'V', keeping her legs stiff, so that they too rose into the
darkness of the tunnel roof. Last of all, she slowly straightened her body,
lifting her midsection into the darkness. I watched, amazed by her steely
strength. Attached to the ceiling only by her flexed arms, she was holding the
rest of her body stretched out parallel with the roof by sheer muscle power.

A moment later, the outer door swung open. The intruder stepped through the
doorway, silhouetted against the light outside. He was tall and thin and
squinted into the darkness of the tunnel, unable to see Brionn clinging to the
ceiling directly above him. "Hi," the first man said, seeing my movement in
the cavern ahead. He took another step into the tunnel, his companion behind
him. "I'm known as Leon. My friend here is Brad Peters. We're wondering what
you're doing up here.."

At that moment I managed to spit out the badly made gag. "Help," I yelled, my
voice still muffled. "I'm being.." Only then did Brionn's legs swing down from
the ceiling behind the second man to grip him tightly round the neck.

He barely had time to cry out in alarm, but I knew his struggles were
hopeless. Brionn's legs just squeezed, once, twice, three times, and he
slumped to the floor, unconscious, without even seeing the face of his
attacker.

The first man, Leon, turned round with an oath as Brionn dropped to her feet
in front of him.

"What the..." he began.

His words halted as a huge kick crashed into his body. He flew backward with a
roar of pain. The enormous power of Brionn's kick firing him back into the
cavern wall. He staggered forward, straight into another massive kick, just as
powerful, but this time striking higher up on his chest. He hurtled back into
the wall, his whole body slamming back into the rock like a hurled doll. Leon
must have stood six foot three, but I could see that he was dazed and
staggering. Those two huge blows had already done a hell of a lot of damage.

Brionn moved towards him, her face set. Her hands balled slowly into angular
fists, and now she began to unleash her punches. I could see her unwind them
into him, one, two, three, four, five six, seven. The punches were shattering,
and there was nothing he could do to avoid them. He'd been slowed too much.

I could hear from the deep sound of the impacts just how powerful those huge
punches were. Each cracked into her assailant's body with the crump of a lump
hammer hitting a heavy leather punchbag, drawing a low moan of pain. Each
shook her opponent's body visibly. I couldn't see Leon's face now, for his
back was to me, but I could hear his groans of pain grow louder as each of
those big punches crashed in. At first he tried to raise his arms to protect
himself. But Brionn's punches were so fierce they drove straight in past them.
His arms soon fell useless to his sides.

Most of Brionn's punches slammed into his body, but two she sent smashing
solidly into his head. These produced a harder, cracking sound, like a
baseball bat hitting a padded coconut, and bought muffled howls of pain.

Leon wasn't even able to protect himself now. His body was just soaking up
Brionn's huge punches, and getting steadily weaker and weaker. Brionn, on the
other hand, did not seem to begin to be tiring, in fact she only seemed to be
getting warmed up. I'd almost say she was getting turned on by the
considerable amount of damage her powerful punches were doing.

Blows eight, nine, ten and eleven crashed home, with even more ferocity than
the first seven. Number eight slammed Leon back into the cage. The next three
pinned him there, crashing his body into the iron bars with astonishing force.
Each big punch was dramatically lessening Leon's ability to resist, to stay in
this fight. Brionn's punishment was devastating. No-one could take a sequence
of punches like that and come back. Where was my other rescuer, Peters? Why
hadn't he hit her? Why couldn't these two guys take this one schoolkid out?

Now, at last, Peters had stumbled back to his feet behind Brionn. He was
creeping up behind her, preparing to strike. I don't know if she saw the
movement out of the corner of her eye, but she paused momentarily in her
demolition of the swaying Leon, turning abruptly to face Peters just as he
leapt at her.

Crashing into Brionn, he carried her to the floor along with the dazed Leon.
They fell in a struggling heap. My hopes rose again. Surely now these two
grown men would overpower this one 14-year-old? I saw Peters raise his arm to
deliver a blow, but then he seemed to halt in mid-movement as Brionn's long
legs wrapped themselves round his waist and locked tight. Straightening out
her body with a grunt of effort, Brionn drove the 200 pound man nearly two
feet backward, taking his arms out of range of her body. And now her sleekly
muscled legs tightened, holding him firmly in place.

I watched Peters try to tear himself free, but Brionn's legs were just too
strong. I could see the long, steely muscles ripple and tauten as her legs
strengthened their grip. To my dismay Peters was held impotently in place, as
unable to break the hold of those powerful legs as if he were held between two
tree trunks. Behind her, Leon was trying to rise. He'd taken a terrible
beating from Brionn's stone-hard fists. Already he looked a mess. One eye was
swollen shut, his jaw was broken and leaned to one side. There was blood
everywhere.

I don't know if he was trying to attack Brionn or just get away, but she
twisted her torso round to face him, stretching one arm forward to grasp his
shoulder. He tried to break free, but her other arm arced swiftly upward, to
descend in three hard punches to the back of his head. Three groans of pain
echoed round the cavern.

Even as her arms punished Leon, her legs kept firm control of Peters, in fact
I could see that they were steadily tightening their grip on their hapless
prisoner. Peters struggled and writhed, but Brionn's legs were far too strong
for him to resist. I was astonished by how much damage they were doing. Peters
was groaning in pain almost non-stop, his struggles weakening as his face grew
swollen and red.

"Let me go, bitch!" he croaked as his fists battered impotently at her long,
evenly-muscled legs.

In response Brionn's put in another crushing surge of power. Peters cried out
loud as his torso narrowed visibly. The girl nodded and turned her attention
back to Leon.

Her three punches had stilled Leon's struggles momentarily, but now she swept
her arms beneath his, then up and back behind his neck, linking them in a
fierce full-nelson.

"Stop!" Peters gasped behind her. "I can't breathe!"

"Sure you can." Brionn's voice was level and firm. "You can talk, can't you?"
Again her long legs squeezed and again Leon screamed. His face was scarlet
bow, his body unmoving in her grip which seemed almost to be cutting him in
two. His breath began to come in shorter and shorter gasps as those strong
legs continued to tighten irresistably.

"So, you two big men," Brionn said as the big-bellied muscles on her long arms
swelled and hardened, forcing Leon's neck forward. "You thought you could beat
up on me. Now who's in charge, huh?"

Her legs and arms both squeezed together, producing simultaneous moans of pain
from her two opponents. I heard a dull crack and a desperate moan of pain from
Peters as one of his ribs gave way. My jaw fell. Only now did I finally have
to recognise that there was no way these two had a chance of winning. These
two big guys were both locked into punishing holds and showed no sign of being
able to free themselves. Not only that, but Brionn had got herself into a
position where her strength was undiminished while being used to weaken her
opponents with each passing second. This girl was so powerful, she'd beaten
both of them together. The only question left was how long they could continue
to take the immense pressure her arms and legs were exerting.

And still her powerful legs poured on the pressure, they coiled round Peters
like two huge pythons, the strong muscles swollen, and steel-hard. There was
another dull crack. But this time Peters did not groan. He was out cold. Leon
was little better off. He was face down on the ground, his breathing labored.

After another few moments Brionn relaxed her arms, freeing Leon's now
unconscious body. Uncoiling her legs from the unconscious Peters, she rose to
her feet. Linking her hands she stretched her long arms in front of her.

"So much for your rescuers," she glanced towards me. "But now I have to decide
what to do with them.."