Strongest Arms on the Beach. Part 1
by Alpesco
A contest, a Boat, and some Strangers on the Shore


Linking her hands, the girl stretched her long, muscular arms in front of her,
grinning as the slabs of muscle rippled along them. Off-blonde hair fell
across her shoulders.

"Alright, she said. "Who else wants to try me?"

I was intrigued by what I had already seen. This tall, fresh-faced
sixteen-year-old was surprisingly strong. At just below six feet in height,
she was slim and supple. And her body was very slenderly built, almost thin,
without a hint of excess fat. Yet her slightness was very misleading, for I
had just watched her beat four young men in succession in the beach
armwrestling contest.

At first the boys had been confident, keen to show this bikini-clad girl what
they could do. But now there were fewer volunteers. Two six-foot boys stood at
the edge of the crowd, nursing bruised arms, which this teenage girl had
forced remorselessly to the wooden table top. A banner hung from the line of
tables. STRONGEST ARM ON THE BEACH it said. For the first time I was beginning
to believe this girl had a chance at the $500 prize money.

She turned to face the crowd and made a double bicep. The crowd ooohed and
whistled. Her arms were very long and her shoulders were wide, giving her a
wingspan of nearly seven feet with her arms fully outstretched. The long arms
were fairly firm-looking even when relaxed, but when she flexed them, they
seemed almost to double in thickness. From nowhere an array of thick, solid
muscles seemed to gather and peak. The girl must only weigh around 130 pounds,
but her flexed arms simply dominated the rest of her tall, slim body. The
muscles were so large and solid they drew involuntary whistles of admiration
from the crowd. Her shoulders and biceps were startlingly impressive. Thick
lats flared beneath broad shoulders which were easily twice the width of her
waist. I'd seen arms a whole lot less impressive on men twice her weight. I
wondered how she'd got so strong carrying so little weight. A wall of
well-defined abs formed a deep-cut six pack beneath her rib-cage, her legs
were shapely and very long.

The girl's final opponent was a large sweaty man about 5'10" and around 230
pounds. He was in his forties, I'd guess, and seemed fairly confident of
winning the prizemoney.

"Brionn Landeck," the judge introduced the contestants, "Sam Bowyer." They
nodded as their right hands were clasped together in the circle and their left
hands clamped onto the far ends of the table. "Go."

I enjoyed the surprise in Bowyer's eyes when his first surge of power didn't
immediately win the match. He seemed startled when Brionn's arm stayed bolt
upright as he strained to press it down to the rough tabletop. His eyes
widened further as the slim teenager with the remarkably powerful arms
continued to resist the pressure of his ham-like forearm. She held her forearm
perfectly steady, a half smile on her lips.

"Come on, Sam." "What are you waiting for!" His supporters in the crowd began
to sound alarmed, setting the large man on edge. "You can beat her, can't
you?"

With a second roar of effort, Sam pressed hs arm forward, his forearm
beginning to shudder with the strain as he poured on the power. The girl's arm
fell back about an inch, then shuddered to a halt again, rock solid. The
larger man's arm was shaking and trembling visibly now with the sustained
effort he was putting in. He was sweating in the ninety degree heat, his face
a bright lobster red.

The girl, on the other hand, looked cool and determined, the smile was gone
from her face, but she was not sweating, her arm rock solid and etched with
steel-hard muscle. I'd thought the larger man had to win. He was bigger surely
had the greater weight of muscle - that was, everywhere but his arms. His
bicep swelled and reddened hugely, but the bicep on the girl's long arm also
grew and peaked, expanding into a rock-hard ball of muscle, that seemed almost
to match her opponent's in size. Her bicep was even harder and more imressive
now than when she had flexed. And now the girl looked quite confident as she
settled in for a long struggle. Sam was sweating really heavily now, his arm
shaking more than hers. I began to realise that she might have the greater
endurance...

She set her jaw, and gave a low grunt of effort.

And, to a great cheer from the crowd, the larger man's arm began to move
slowly backward. It was only a slight movement at first, but there was nothing
he could do to stop it. He was making loud grunting noises now, gasping
audibly for breath, rivers of sweat pouring down his face and arms. But his
massive arm just couldn't halt the crushing forward movement of his female
opponent's forearm.

"Sam. Stop her!" his wife cried out in alarm. "We could really use that
money!"

With a roar of effort, Sam managed to stop his arm moving. It was ten degrees
off vertical, stock still, but, however much he strained, he just couldn't
push it back upright. The slim girl's powerful arm was unrelenting. "Go on!"
his wife shouted. "Beat her! You can do it."

The man's whole body shook with the effort as he fought to push his arm back
upright. But now Brionn screwed up her face in a major effort of her own - and
slowly Sam's arm started moving backward again. He delayed the inevitable for
a few moments, but then, with a cry of dismay his his arm was slammed solidly
into the wooden table. Brionn held it there for a moment, then released it,
raising both arms in another triumphant double bicep. As the crowd surrounded
her, Sam crept away.

I had only been watching the contest because the girl had just the boat I
wanted. I waited while she received her prize money then followed her down to
the pier where her speedboat was moored. I offered to hire it, hoping to be
able to take it out on my own.

"I have to come with the boat," she said. "Those are the rules."

I nodded as she got into the ten-seater boat and lifted out a spare outboard
motor from the back seat. It must have weighed close to a hundred pounds, but
she scooped it up easily in her big arms, swung round with it and placed it on
the wooden pier which was just level with her shoulder. "You're a strong young
woman," I said.

"That's nothing," she said, matter-of-factly. "I can lift a lot more than that
if I want. I love to keep my arms as strong as they can get. It helps my
kickboxing." She offered me a hand as I climbed down into the front of the
boat. She took the wheel and we powered out to sea. "Where are we going?" she
yelled above the engine.

"Over there," I pointed out to sea, where a scruffy-looking cargo boat waited
five miles out in the calm water. "That's why I need this big boat. I've got
some colleagues I'm taking back for dinner."

"It's a big ship," she said as we drew closer. I nodded. "It's a research
vessel." We pulled up to the lowered ramp on the starboard side.

"Wait here." I said after we tied up. I went aboard, returning followed by six
men. They were between twenty and forty, in casual clothes and carried
backpacks. All looked tired and unshaven. Silently they took their places in
the seats of the speedboat.

"Who are they all?" Brionn asked as they boarded.

"Researchers, as I said." I nodded to the assembled men. "These are thee
research students. Friends, this is Brionn, who runs this boat. Now let's get
back to shore."

Brionn moved the boat away from the gangplank, revving the powerful engine as
she turned the boat back for land. Behind me, some of the men began whispering
to each other and pointing to landmarks on the shore. We were going fast now
the spray rising all around us as we passed a couple of the small low islands
in the bay.

"What are you studying?" The girl asked the men behind me.

"Studying...?" One of the men repeated in a halting accent.

"Sea-life in the bay." I said quickly.

"You mean he whales?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "Particularly the whales."

The girl slowed the engine, turning the boat towards the nearest of the
islands. It plowed softly onto the beach as she turned off the motor.

The land rose to a couple of broad trees and an abandoned wooden shack on a
ridge of sand.

"Right, you get out here." she stood, taking the key from the ignition.

"What?" one of the men said in a heavy accent.

"Out. Here!" she pointed.

They stumbled ashore.

"Hey! I said. "This isn't the mainland. Take us back to the beach where we
started from."

Brionn frowned. "I'm not about to put these people ashore on the mainland..."

"What do you mean?" I said. "They're just friends, researchers, who were on
the ship. We're having dinner tonight."

"Okay," said the girl, stepping on shore and turning to a tall blond man in
his thirties." What have you been researching, and what's in those bags of
yours?"

"We student." he said. "We study."

"Well, I don't believe you. You see whales only come to this bay in the
Spring. "I think we'd better get the coastguard to sort this out."

"Oh no," I said, grasping her arms angrily. "I don't want them involved. I
think you'd better just get us back on the boat and take us where I'm paying
you to!"

"You better let go of me, and you better do it right now." Brionn said.

I tightened my grip, but suddenly Brionn's arms came alive. I just couldn't
believe how strong they were as they fought my restraining hold. It was like
trying to hold down two angry boa constrictors. My arms were jerked in ten
different directions at once as her powerful arms twisted this way and that,
then tore themselves free. She backed off a step.

At once a sharp flash of light blazed through my head as her right fist drove
into the side of my jaw like a cannon-shot, sending me staggering sideways.
Within a heartbeat a second blow, even more powerful, hit the other side of my
face. I staggered backward in a maelstrom of pain, completely disorientated. A
third blow, a huge winding right drove into the middle of my chest. The sheer
awesome strength behind that third punch was incredible. The blow simply took
me off my feet, driving every bit of air out of my lungs as it set me down on
my back in the hot sand.

Dazed, and barely able to realise where I was, I looked up at the angry
Brionn, unable to believe that this young slip of a girl had hit me so hard. I
felt blood running down my face from my nose and a cut near my eye, my head
was full of pain, and my chest hurt when I tried to breathe. I put my hands
down to try to push myself back to my feet, but to my dismay, they wouldn't
support me and I fell face-first into the sand again, my head spinning. I
couldn't understand it, I was a strong man, weighing nearly 200 pounds, and
this teenage girl had put me down with just three big punches.

"You'd better stay right right where you are," Brionn warned me, turning to
the six watching men - who stared, dumbfounded. "Now all you people are
staying right here!" She said, really angry now. "I'm going to get the
authorities to sort this out." She turned back toward the boat.

"No." I shouted to the men, pointing at Brionn. "Stop her! Don't let her get
the police. Get the key!"

They knew enough English to understand that, and began closing in from four
directions.

The first man to reach her was Tomas, a lean, thirty-year-old about six feet
tall. He hadn't seen Brionn on the beach - none of them had, and he just
wasn't prepared for what those powerful arms of hers could do. He reached out
to grab her, but she was much much faster - and she must have had some sort of
martial arts training, because her punches were so accurate, powerful and
precise.

Brionn turned her body, knees slightly bent, to drive her long right arm deep
into his midriff. The sheer force of the blow was amazing. It completely
halted his forward motion and sent his body staggering uncontrollably
backward. Tomas seemed to buckle in the middle as the big blow crashed in, his
upper body arching inward as he stumbled back. The deep crump of the blow was
like an anvil hitting a sack of cement from ten feet up. This sound blended
with his horrified moan of pain as her fist drove home. But this was just the
start. Brionn's long legs caught her up with him in two paces, her left arm
shooting upward to power into his descending face.

This blow was every bit as hard as the first, spinning him back upright and
straight into the path of her equally powerful right, which tore into the left
side of his face with a crack that echoed across the island. The
thirty-year-old man was sent spinning into the sand, where he lay bloodied and
groaning, his face a worse mess than mine. And all this had happened in the
space of just three heartbeats. The worst thing was, two of us were down and
the girl was untouched. There wasn't even a scratch on her. She looked at her
victim for a second, then leapt over his moaning body as the other five men
charged after her.

The men were between her and the boat so she ran up the sandy ridge towards
the trees. Half way up she glanced back, then turned with a spinning kick,
that drove into the chest of the first of her pursuers, Armand, sending him
flying back down the incline. Within seconds she was beneath the nearest of
the trees. The lowest branch was some ten feet above her, but she leapt and
caught it with her outstretched hands.

With both hands clamped round the branch, she swung for an instant, before
flexing her large biceps, aiming to chin herself up out of reach. But that was
when Stanislav caught up with her. He too leapt, catching her about the waist,
and clung on tight. I expected her to fall for he must have weighed all of 180
pounds. But she didn't lose her grip on the outstretched branch at all.
Instead she continued to try to flex those big long arms of hers. The muscles
hardened and ballooned - and slowly, incredibly, her body began to rise!

I could barely believe it. Stanislav was hanging from her waist, her weight
and his borne on those long arms, and yet her arms were pulling both of them
steadily upward! As her arms contracted, her jaw set, her biceps swelled and
hardened into solid, grapefruit-sized balls. Stanislav tried to shake her
loose, but to no avail. Her powerful arms drew both of them up another foot,
then two feet, until her chin drew level with the outstretched branch, every
muscle on her arms etched and defined. In fact it was Stanislav who seemed to
be losing his grip.

Then a second man, Mallcos, caught hold of Stanislav's legs and pulled. For an
instant Brionn held on. Then with a loud tearing and cracking of wood, the
entire branch broke away. The three fell in a heap beneath the tree, with the
girl on top of the pile.

The last two men were almost upon them. Scrambling quickly back to her feet
from on top of the others, Brionn ran to her left along the ridge of sand.
Goram and Falyar followed. But the girl ran so fast. On her long, bronzed
legs, she quickly outdistanced them, leaving them twenty, thirty yards behind
as she headed for the tip of the small island, obviously intending to double
back to her boat.

"This way!" I shouted, my breath finally regained. "Don't let her get to the
boat!"

The two finally heard me, cutting down the sandy ridge to the waters' edge to
cut her off from the speedboat. The girl was now trapped at the end of the
island, a hundred yards from where I stood next to the injured Tomas. Tomas
was in a bad way. Half the bones in his face seemed to be broken, and he also
seemed to have several bruised or broken ribs that prevented him from getting
back up.

Seeing the two men behind her, and Malcos, Stanislav and Armand coming up some
fifty yards behind them, she ran to the waters-edge and performed a smooth
dive into the bay. She surfaced ten yards out, then turned and began to swim
powerfully back toward her boat.

"Back!" I shouted. "Guard the boat!"

The men turned and began to jog back up the beach. But I was astonished at how
fast this incredibly troublesome girl could swim. Her long arms ripped through
the water like machine-flails, propelling her forward with enormous speed. She
was at least keeping pace with the men on the beach, in fact she seemed to be
overhauling them!

"Run!" I yelled, waving.

At last they saw the danger and began to run hard. Even so, they only just got
to the boat before her, positioning themselves around it in knee-deep water.
Brionn's head bobbed twenty yards out to sea. She seemed to be thinking what
to do. It was stalemate. She couldn't get to her boat, but we couldn't use it
to get to the mainland until we had the key.

Suddenly the girl's head disappeared as she dove under the water. "Watch out!"
I shouted from the shore. But I could see nothing. I stared at the five men
standing in the water around the boat. They too were trying to see where
Brionn was beneath the choppy water. Then suddenly Goram gave a brief cry of
alarm as his legs were pulled out from under him. He sank beneath the water
and disappeared. There was a brief thrashing below the surface. The other four
men struggled towards the point where he had vanished, but no-one was there.
Moments later the girl's head resurfaced some twenty yards to the west.

She stood up out of the water, which only came half way up her thighs. She was
carrying the semi-conscious Goram, lying outstretched, cradled in her arms.
Coughing and spluttering, he began to struggle to break free. Brionn just let
go of his upper half, tightening her grip on his legs to let his body hang
downward. Her right arm wrapping round his right calf, her left wrapped about
his knee. Then her arms gave a powerful twist in two opposing directions.
Goram gave an ear-piercing scream as his leg snapped at the knee with a dull
crack.

Releasing him to crawl ashore, Brionn dived back into the bay. I was shocked.
Goram just managed to crawl onto shore, dragging his useless right leg behind
him. He was literally crying with the pain, tears flowing from his eyes. The
four un-injured men by the boat were looking wary now. The girl clearly
intended to take them out one by one if necessary.

"Don't let her get in the boat!" I said. "Stay together."

Brionn was hovering twenty yards out in the bay again. She dived underwater,
causing consternation among the four guardians of the boat. But reappeared
again a few yards away from where she'd vanished. She did this two more times,
greatly increasing the nervousness of the remaining men.

"Right!" Brionn's voice suddenly came echoing to us, loud and clear across the
water. "I'm going to give you one more chance. Get out of the water, and onto
the island while I take my boat and fetch the Coastguard. If you do that,
no-one else will get hurt. Try anything else and I'll chew you up and spit you
out. What do you say?"

The men hesitated.

....CONTINUED in Part 2.