Strongest arms on the Beach Part 3
by Alpesco



If you haven't read Part One, you can find it HERE -
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/alpesco/brionnx25.txt

For Part Two go to -

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/alpesco/brionnx26.txt

Part Three...

The speedboat came to shore next to the wooden shack, just twenty yards from
where Armand and I were sat before Brionn, our wrists newly tied. All around
us was a scene of destruction. Seven of us had been turned off onto the island
from the powerboat I had hired from this tall and oppressively dominating
16-year old.

One teenaged girl was a small problem, you might think, to seven men between
the ages of 18 and 45. But you would be wrong. She was slenderly built, with
off-blonde hair, but she had lethal talents in martial arts, was nearly six
feet tall, unbelievably fast and shockingly strong.

She had been clever too. She had drawn us apart and taken us on in ones and
twos. That way she had taken us down one by one. I hadn't thought it possible
this one girl could have beaten us all, but now, five men lay stretched out
across forty yards of sand around me. Malcos, Goram, Tomas, and Falyar all had
broken bones, some minor, some, like Goram's leg, quite major.

Most badly hurt of all was the 28-year-old, Stanislav. He had had the
misfortune to have taken Brionn's most severe beating. Over a dozen of
Brionn's biggest hardest punches had torn into him - and the girl's long,
muscular arms were astonishingly powerful. She could use their length to wind
in huge punches with appalling power, especially when she got really angry.

Stanislav had made her angry, and now his face was unrecognisable, and the
majority of his ribs were broken. The whole left side of his chest had
virtually been caved in by the terrible barrage of punches. He took thin,
pain-filled breaths, his body shuddering as he lay outstretched. I could see
that he was in urgent need of expert medical attention.

To my deep frustration, the girl herself looked almost unhurt. She had gained
a tiny cut to her cheek, a larger scratch along one arm, but otherwise she
looked as fit as when she had landed us on this tiny island in the bay.
Slender yet athletic, with broad shoulders, and a wall of marbled muscle
across her waist, she must only weigh around 130 pounds, but her speed and
strength were truly dangerous.

Three men steped off the speedboat, 40 feet away from us at the tip of the
island. I recognised them at once. The big man in the dark suit was Mr
Bracher, my boss. Alongside him were his assistant, Frazer, and a six foot
three heavy called Daryll.

"What's going on here?" Bracher scowled, looking around him. "I've been
waiting for you for two hours. What's happened to my cargo?"

"Your "cargo" has been put in store." The girl stood unmoving as the three
approached.

"Who's responsible for this?" Bracher growled, staring at me. "And who's tied
your hands?"

"The girl..." I began.

"The GIRL!" Bracher exploded. "You expect me to believe that SHE did THIS?" He
waved his hand across the scene of devastation.

"It's true.." I tried to explain, but Bracher wouldn't listen.

"You've sold me out - to Harry Sharminsky, or the organisation.."

"He's telling the truth," Brionn said calmly.

"Shut the hell up!" Bracher said. He turned to Frazer and snarled. "Tie her
up!"

Brionn took a step back as an automatic appeared in Frazer's hand. "Keep
still," he said. "or you'll force me to use this."

Brionn stared at the gun for a moment, then suddenly looked past him towards
the shanty. "Oh no!" she cried, her eyes widening in alarm.

Unable to help himself, Frazer looked round. In that instant, Brionn's long
leg arced upward, connecting with the gun and kicking it eight feet into the
air out of the stunned Frazer's hand.

"You piece of shit!" Bracher yelled, as the alarmed Frazer dived for the gun,
landing beside it in the sand. At once the girl threw her long body on top of
him to try to take the weapon before he did.

Bracher and Darryl stood watching, open mouthed as they began to struggle.

"Help him!" I warned.

"I think he can handle a 16-year-old kid." Darryl sneered. "Even if he is
stupid enough to be caught by the oldest trick in the book."

Frazer was the same height as the girl, fifteen years older, and not weakly
built. Yet he seemed to be having real trouble controlling Brionn. Her leanly
muscled legs wrapped around his, as the two rolled in the sand, confining him
securely. Her long arms thrust into the sand beneath his body, wrapping
themselves around his arms and fighting them for control of the gun. The two
bodies rolled on top of it, preventing anyone else from picking it up.

Yet far from Frazer quickly overpowering her as the watchers expected, it was
the girl who seemed to be tightening her control. Frazer's legs were so
securely clamped by hers that he couldn't move them a fraction of an inch. And
now, amazingly, his arms too were being forced back. The girl's arms were
longer than his, and seemed to have more leverage. Long muscles rippled
beneath their tanned flesh as she pushed them forward, her hands had a tight
grip about both of his wrists. He grunted with effort as he tried to tear his
arms free, but he simply couldn't seem to move them. Then, with a soft grunt
of her own, Brionn's long arms began to force both of his slowly back, first
together, and then across each other beneath him.

Only now did Bracher and Darryl begin to look concerned.

"She's really strong!" I tried to warn them again. But they just looked
confused, as if unable to imagine their hardened compatriot being overpowered
in a contest of raw strength by a teenage girl.

Brionn's right arm caught up both of her captive's arms beneath him, and
suddenly her left arm was free. Quick as a flash, it shot out, grasping the
handgun and hurling it in a high arc, fifty feet up, and a hundred feet or
more out into the bay.

Bracher cursed as he continued to struggle. But Brionn was solidly in command
now. Her arms and legs tightening their grip, she held her groaning captive
completely immobile. He gave a grunt of pain as her long legs squeezed even
tighter and her arms tightened their grip around his upper body. Then with a
twist of her body she rolled both of them sideways into the water. Darryl
rushed after them. But the entwined bodies vanished into three feet of water.

Bracher and Darryl waded knee deep into the bay in their dark suits, but the
girl and Frazer seemed to have disappeared.

It was several moments later when I saw Brionn emerge from beneath the waves
forty yards or so down the beach. First her head appeared, then, a moment
later, she erupted out of the sea to stand tall in two feet of water. Frazer
was still held in front of her. Her long arms circled his waist, pinning both
his arms tightly to his sides. He was still trying to struggle, but he seemed
a great deal weaker than before, coughing and spluttering seawater from his
lungs. The girl's steely arms cut crushingly into his waist, and he seemed
able to do nothing to break their hold.

Holding her captive's feet six inches off the ground, she stepped ashore.

"Let me go!" Frazer roared, kicking out with his legs.

In answer, the girl's arms contracted powerfully, steely muscles swelling
beneath the skin.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrr!" Frazer cried. "I can't...can't breathe..."

"Then stop kicking," Brionn said.

"Aaaaaaaauuuuurghh!" Frazer bellowed as her strong arms squeezed again. His
whole body arched forward in response to the huge surge of pressure, and he
began to gasp audibly for air. And still, incredibly, the girl kept on
increasing her grip, her face tensing in concentration as her arms continued
to constrict about his upper waist. Frazer began to cough and splutter, his
throat gurgling as he fought for air. This girl's arms were unbelievably
strong! She seemed to be relishing their power as she used them to put in
three more surges of power.

"Uuuuuurgh. Uuuuuuurrgh. Uuuuuaaaarrrrrrrch!" He bellowed as her arms applied
crushing pressure to his internal organs. Somehow she was finding the strength
not only to maintain, ut to keep pouring on more pressure. Her face tensed,
and her long arms put in another crushing squeeze, reducing the circumference
of his waist by at least two inches. With a deep, choking gurgle, Frazer began
throwing up onto his suit and the sand beneath.

"Shit!" Darryl said, staring in disbelief. "I don't believe she's doing that!.
She's squeezing him in half!.."

"Don't just stare," Bracher ordered. "Stop her!"

The two began running down the beach. For a second, Brionn watched them,
Frazer now reduced to a rag doll in her relentless grip. Then she drew a deep
breath - and put in one more massive surge of power.

Frazer's scream almost drowned the three dull cracks, like rotten timbers, as
several of his ribs gave way. Only now did her powerful arms unclasp, letting
Frazer's body slide gently to the sand. Without bothering to turn, she did a
clean sideways dive into the sea, and was gone.

Bracher and his bodyguard halted beside the fallen Frazer, cursing once more
as they stared out into the bay. At their feet, Frazer lay moaning in agony,
his expensive suit stained with blood and vomit.

"How can she do that?" Bracher said. "- just with her bare arms!"

"By the look of her body," Daryl grunted, "she seriously works out."

"She's a martial arts expert," I added, more hopeful now that I'd be listened
to. "Look. The three of us can still get away. Let's just get in your
speedboat, take the stuff, and get out of here while we still can."

"Shut up, you cowardly asshole!" Bracher stormed. "YOU might let a kid do this
to you. I'm going to make her pay."

He turned to where Brionn was again bobbing some twenty yards out in the bay
and roared. "Come back to land, and I'll rip you apart!"

The girl said nothing, but started swimming smoothly parallel with the shore.
Bracher and Daryl kept level with her to prevent her cutting back to the beach
as she headed toward the far tip of the island. The shore grew rocky as they
grew closer to the western promontory, some two hundred yards away, and the
two had to work hard to keep pace with her as they scrambled over the uneven
rocks. She began to pull ten, a dozen yards in front of them. She halted just
off the far end of the island as the two men worked their way to the tip to
cut her off. Then, without warning, the girl turned in the water and began to
power back towards the top end of the island, swimming at twice the speed she
had used on the outward journey.

I could see how much faster she was swimming by the way her arms and legs
churned up the water as she powered her way back. Taken completely by
surprise, Bracher and Daryl stood cursing for a moment before scrambling back
along the shore after her as quickly as they could. But it was clear now that
the girl had completely outmaneuvered them. She had swum west at less than
half the speed she was using now to churn her way back along the shore. Her
long arms just ate up the yards as they tore powerfully through the water.

The two men had further to travel along the curving shore, and had to scramble
over fifty yards of tricky rocks before getting back onto sand. Brionn was
quickly ten, twenty, thirty yards ahead of them and still gaining.

Even I was astonished at how fast this tall girl could swim. Bracher and Daryl
had fallen fifty yards behind by the time they finally got back on to the
sand. Now they started to jog along the beach to try to cut her off before she
reached their speedboat, but even on flat sand they couldn't keep pace with
Brionn's awesome swimming speed, and within another sixty yards they had to
stop to catch their breath as Brionn plowed on through the water. By the time
she reached the shack at this end of the island, she was a hundred yards ahead
of the cursing pair. She climbed out of the water breathing deeply, but not
out of breath. She stepped toward Bracher's speedboat with more than enough
time to get it started and turned round.

Unexpectedly Tomas lurched suddenly to his feet to the left of her. He had
been one of the first of the girl's victims, and the least badly hurt. Now he
swung at her with his right fist. The girl only just managed to evade the full
force of the punch, staggering back as the sudden blow glanced across the side
of her head.

Startled and angry, her jabbing left was pure reflex. Yet it went streaking
into the middle of his face to send him staggering backward. I was appalled at
the damage it had done. That single lightning-swift punch had left his nose
smashed and streaming blood, his lip cut open. Furious, he swung at her again,
but this time Brionn dodged his blow easily. Instead of hitting him back, as
I'd expected, however, she caught his right arm by the wrist, then did the
same to his flailing left.

Tomas struggled to resist the sixteen-year-old, but the girl's long arms had
lost none of their steely strength. His arms seemed incapable of independent
movement. Her grip on his wrists was solid, and almost without effort, her
bronzed arms separated both of his, stretching them wide to either side. I
could see that each sinuously muscled arm of hers was about eight inches
longer than his. Yet despite the disadvantage of their longer leverage, her
arms seemed easily able to overpower his and hold them exactly where she
wanted. Tomas's face strained with effort as he tried to break Brionn's grip,
but he never came close. He was incapable of moving his own arms more than a
fraction of an inch.

"Owwwwwwww!" He began to wince with pain as Brionn's strong fingers increased
their already crushing pressure on his trapped wrists. "Let go!" he tried to
pull away, but gave another scream as her hands squeezed tighter.

"Aaaaaaaah!" "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" He nearly fell to his knees as Brionn increased
the pain threshold seemingly effortlessly. Frustrated, he aimed a sharp kick
at her, and she only just managed to swing her body out of the way.

A flash of anger shot across her face. And, in one brutal movement, she jerked
both of her long arms out as wide as she could stretch them, still keeping her
tight grip on her captive's wrists. Tomas screamed as both his arms went with
them, farther than they could stretch, and then more. There were two dull pops
as the sheer power in Brionn's arms tore both of his clean out of their
sockets as she stretched his wrists well over six feet apart. Brionn held both
his arms fully outstretched for a second, then released her grip, to let her
opponent's now-useless arms fall lifeless to his sides.

Instantly her hands transformed themselves back into blocky fists. She drew
them back in preparation to administer more punishment. But Tomas just fell to
his knees with a high-pitched moan of shock and agony, incapable of offering
further resistance.

Brionn studied him for a moment, then turned away to face Daryl and Bracher,
who were just gasping their way up the beach. I could see that the girl
thought briefly about retreating, then decided to stand her ground. The two
men strode purposefully towards the waiting Brionn. Daryl made a grab for her
right arm, but the girl was too fast. Her arm evaded his grasp as she twisted
round to drive her bony fist powerfully into the face of his boss, Bracher.

Again the sheer force of the impact was shocking. Bracher stumbled backward
with a gasp of pain, the whole left side of his face suddenly dark and
misshapen. He moaned in pain, cupping his broken cheekbone in one hand as
Brionn quickly backed off five paces.

"I told you she could hit." I said, my arms still tied.

Bracher cursed. "She broke my freakin face! The bitch! I'll kill you for
this!" Bracher glared at me too. But I no longer cared. We'd lost the big game
already. The best we could hope for now was to escape. But Bracher and his
bodyguard were too angry to think clearly.

Both men were trying to move in on the girl, who was backing away, trying to
keep Bracher between her and the more powerful Daryl.

Still furious, Bracher ran at her - to be halted by two solid, but
lightning-fast jabs from Brionn's long right arm.

"Shit!" he cried out as the blows tore into his face, making a bloody mess of
his nose and upper lip. The unexpected power of Brionn's jabs threw him
backward, his body crashing in to the solid figure of Daryl behind him. He
cursed and spit out a tooth.

Then he cried out again as Brionn drove four swift, sharp blows straight into
his upper body. All four hit home in just over the space of a heartbeat. The
tall man's startled grunts of pain rang across the small island. He simply
couldn't believe the strength of Brionn's arms, how hard they could hit, and
the speed with which they could drive their punishing blows home.

Bracher clearly didn't know what to do. He tried to strike back, but wasn't
fast enough to hit her. The length of her reach was appalling. It seemed she
could hit him from yards away. And Brionn was fast enough to keep him always
between her and the giant Daryl. Her long arms made it easy for her to strike
through Bracher's defenses hard and often. If he came towards her, he was just
moving into her hitting zone, but even if he backed away, her speed and reach
meant that he was little better off.

Crack! Crack! Craccck! Her right arm tore three more harshly raking blows
straight into the side of his face, so fast it was hard to see her fists make
contact. But the increasing damage to Bracher's face was clearly visible. He
tried to steady himself, but seemed to find it hard now to keep his footing.
Two more hard jabs crashed into his skull and he stumbled heavily, his whole
body beginning to sway.

Losing patience, Daryl pushed Bracher to one side with one brawny arm, and was
face to face with Brionn.

"Oh? Do you want some of me?" she took a step backward. "Just because you're
more than twice my weight doesn't mean I can't take you down. Unlike you, I've
got brains - and you know something - pound for pound I bet I'm a LOT stronger
than even you are."

On the word "lot", her right arm which she had been drawing behind her,
suddenly uncoiled like a bent-back branch, slamming its fist like a missile
into Bracher's skull. The heavy crack of the impact echoed across the island.
The heavy-set Bracher spun away from the blow with a huge groan. He stumbled
six paces back, then halted, swaying for a moment before crumpling
unconscious, to the sand.

I marvelled as Brionn drew back, shaking out her right hand as she inspected
her fallen victim. The power that one long arm could generate was awesome.

Daryl too looked stunned. Brionn's misdirection had taken him by surprise, and
his boss now lay stretched out on the sand. for an instant he looked confused,
then he turned on the girl in fury.

But Brionn was already well out of range of his furious attack. She danced
backward keeping six feet ahead of him, her left fist held poised just beneath
her chin, her right six inches in front of it, ready to strike. As Daryl's
forward momentum slowed, Brionn's long right arm began to strike out with the
same swift, punishing jabs she had just used on Bracher. Two landed in Daryl's
cheek, raising red welts.

"Do you like my jabs?" she asked conversationally. "I'm very proud of them. I
can send them in real fast and yet I like to make them real hard too."

As if to demonstrate, her right sent in a sudden flurry of one, two, three,
four, five, blindingly fast jabs, all landing one after the other, just above
the big man's right eye. Her speed and reach were amazing. The bodyguard
roared with surprise at the speed and power of the blows, his roar quickly
filling with pain as he was forced to take two steps backward under the sheer
unexpected weight of Brionn's shot.

Brionn now pursued him relentlessly, pumping in her heavy jabs at the rate of
two to three a second.

Three rattled into his face, smashing his lips and dislodging a tooth. Before
he could react to these, four more cracked in below his jaw. The big man
stumbled backward under the disorienting hail of blows, all from the girl's
right hand. Big as he was, he seemed able to do nothing to protect himself.
Brionn was just so fast, and her reach so much greater than his. Her fist
could always find a route through is defenses, and it hit so hard. Turning
away to shield himself, he bent and picked up an two foot square shard of wood
from the shattered door, suddenly turning and holding it before him in both
hands to ward off her strikes.

I saw Brionn's eyes narrow, she took a step back, then forward as her right
sent a flurry of five solid jabs straight into the big man's makeshift wooden
shield. There were three harsh cracks as her fist slammed into the wood. The
third crack was combined with the dry sound of tearing wood as her solid fist
went right through the half-inch thick board.

I saw Daryl's look of disbelief as the board cracked apart in front of him. So
astonished was he that Brionn's rock-hard right was able to pass through the
space where the board had been twice more, landing two more hard blows to the
side of his head before she stepped back out of range once more.

"Great jabs, huh?" She made a quick muscle with her right arm to taunt her
bleeding foe. "I told you I hit them hard."

Daryl was still astonished as he dropped the two halves of the shattered
board, a heavy trail of blood running down the left side of his face. I too
was impressed. The girl's jabs were so potent they could smash through a half
inch thick sheet of wood, yet she could land them with frightening speed and
reach. I was astonished too that Daryl seemed to have no strategy for dealing
with the girl's debilitating punches. She seemed able now to land those
damaging jabs at will. And it was clear how much destructive power they held.

It had just been too easy for her so far. She had made the huge bodyguard look
like a lumbering ox. And this ox was the only person who stood between all of
us and jail. She was even smiling a fraction now as she continued to pump in
her straight-arm jabs. She danced to the right and cracked four harsh blows
into the side of his skull, retreating to avoid the inevitable wild response.
And each jab that landed now drew a groan of pain. Daryl was strong. He could
take a shipload of punishment. But the girl was just hitting him at will and
taking zero damage in return.

Nor did she appear to be tiring, she seemed every bit as fresh and strong as
when she had begun. Daryl, on the other hand, looked as if he had been ten
rounds in the ring. His face was bruised, swollen, and running with four
separate trails of blood. His nose and cheekbone were broken, his lips
bloodied, his right eye half-closed. Brionn danced back a half-dozen paces to
study her opponent, blood from his face staining his shirt and the front of
his suit. "You look a mess!" she said.

Daryl charged toward her with a furious roar - only to be halted by a huge
kick to the middle of his chest from Brionn's long right leg. The huge impact
of the kick halted the larger man in his tracks and sent him staggering
backward. "I don't just have one weapon," she said, following him back to land
five more crunching jabs, before darting out of range. All five jabs impacted
just beneath his broken cheekbone, and when she retreated Daryl looked
slightly disoriented. He swayed slightly spitting out a mouthful of blood
along with at least four teeth.

"Want to try that again?" Brionn said. "I've still got plenty more in this
arm. Better not get too close."

Again the three hundred pound man lunged forward, but spinning on her left
heel, the girl delivered a perfect lancing right-heel-kick to the side of his
head. Daryl staggered sidewards as Brionn followed through with four more
damaging jabs to the middle of his face, leaving him virtually unrecognisable.
For the first time I noticed that the lrge man's body had begun to sway
slightly, and his movements seemed significantly less sharp than they had a
few moments before. Brionn positioned herself in front of him before
unleashing five more rock-hard jabs to the right side of his face, leaving his
cheekbone on that side a ruin.

"Now I've slowed you down a little," the girl said with a confident smile,
"I'm going to show you what these arms can really do."

Daryl said nothing, he just stood in disbelief.

The girl squinted, lined herself up, and then sent in three enormous
roundhouse blows. In spite of all I had seen her do, I was shocked. Each of
these massive punches impacted with at least three times the force of any of
her jabs. They tore into his head and upper body, sending Daryl's whole 300
pounds reeling backward to crash into the side of the cabin. I could see from
what remained of his face that he was astonished at the incredible power her
arms could generate when she coiled her whole bodyweight into them.

"I bet you didn't think I was that strong, huh?" she asked, making another
muscle. "The thing is, I love to hit real hard. I specialise in it. I train my
whole body every single day, just so I can project power, and hit unbelievably
hard. Like this."

All the strength of her legs, torso and upper body coiled into each of her
next four punches. Each was harder than the one before, and each held more
power than the single blow which had knocked Bracher out cold. It seemed
unbelievble such a light, if tall, body could generate so much power and
concentrate it into one small point of impact. But she did it again and again.
The sheer brute force of those punches was awesome. The heavy crack of their
impacts echoed across the island, louder than Daryl's deep groans of pain,
drowning out even the sound of the waves.

And she did not stop. Those terrible punches came on one after the other,
plowing into the huge man like mortar shells. She was half his weight, but the
raw power she could generate was awesome. I had seen Stanislav subdued by her
huge blows. I didn't think Daryl could be. But he just did not have a second
to recover from one massive blow before the next rocketed in.

And even his big, powerful body was being badly damaged now by the sheer
weight and number of those brutal blows. I couldn't believe it. Those terrible
punches just kept on coming. This girl, this kid, was not only beating him,
but tearing him apart. She did not tire or weaken. In fact she seemed to be
getting turned on by the power she was generating and the fearsome damage it
did. I began to realise that she wasn't going to tire, that she could just keep
ripping those huge punches into her opponent's face and body until they did
their job.

"Uuuuuargh! Uhhhhuuuurggggh! Uuuuuuarrrrrccchhh!" Daryl's groans grew louder
and deeper as each new blow hit home. His face was a ruin now. I could hear
bones breaking as Brionn's punches landed.

After about fourteen blows had landed, she stopped to inspect her handiwork.
Somehow Daryl was still standing, but his jaw was shattered, along with quite
a few bones in his upper chest, his arms hung down almost useless at his
sides. Brionn was sweating freely, and her breaths were full, but otherwise
she looked quite fit to carry on.

"I think its just about over," she said. "Its not often I have the opportunity
of a really big guy to try out my punches on, so thanks."

Four more huge punches sent Daryl crashing to the ground.

"Right," she said to no-one in particular, "I'm going to take your speedboat,
and bring back the coastguard. Now, none of you go anywhere while I'm gone."