Learning a Lesson
by Alpesco
Stealing from Youngsters can prove Unwise.


I saw the girls near the trees at the edge of the park. There were two of
them, the oldest about 13 years old. They had a CD player and some video game
equipment in a designer carry bag. Vince, me and my girlfriend Carol had
filched a couple of six-packs from the local 7-11, and had come out here to
drink them in the sun. Apart from the two kids and us, the park was empty.

Motioning to Vince and Carol to be ready for a quick get-away, I moved toward
the kids. They were an easy target, and I'd bet my car there was a cellphone
in that bag as well as the other stuff. I could make at least a hundred bucks
in one quick snatch.

I walked casually toward my targets. The oldest was blonde and a gangly five
foot four. The other girl was about seven or eight. This would be too easy. I
grinned at Vince and Carol watching from beneath the trees a hundred yards
behind me.

Once I was six feet from the girls, I sprang forward, grabbed the the bag, and
turned to sprint off with it. I heard the alarmed cries of the kids behind me.

"STOP!" The shout was huge. I was surprised by the loudness of the older kid's
voice. She didn't sound frightened at all, just really angry. Her voice was
remarkably powerful, almost making me halt in my tracks. I turned to look back
at the blonde thirteen-year-old, already on her feet and starting to race
after me. The kid didn't look nervous at all. All I could see in her face was
angry determination.

"Drop our stuff, scumball!" The shout was still so loud it made my ears ring.
Her voice could be clearly heard all over the park. I kept moving.

"I said: Stop!" She shouted, even louder. The power of her lungs was awesome.
I was glad the park was empty. Her voice rang across the open spaces, echoing
back from distant trees. "Come back with our things!"

Distracted, I stumbled on a tree root. That slowed me down a fraction,
otherwise she would never have caught up to me. I was eighteen, and a good
runner. But now I felt a hand grasp my trailing jacket, pulling me back.

I attempted to keep running and break the kid's grip, but she was
astonishingly strong. She kept tight hold of my jacket, and dug both heels
into the ground, stopping me dead. Angrily I turned on her, my free arm
raised.

"Let go, kid," I roared, "or I'll bust you good."

The kid let go of my jacket and backed off a step.

"You give us back our stuff!" the girl shouted. Again I was startled by what a
voice she had. The kid could not just shout louder than me, but way louder. It
was a little intimidating that she could roar so loud.

"..NOW!" This was the loudest yet. The crack of her shout cut through my ears
like a bullwhip.

I was nervous. That enormous decibel count was sure to bring someone to
investigate.

"Get lost!" I roared back, turning away.

"NO!" Another earsplitting shout. That was when her right foot hit me. I
didn't see it coming. There was a blur in one corner of my eye, and suddenly
the girl's body spun a half turn to bring her sneakered foot up into the side
of my face.

It all happened so fast... I was turning round, then suddenly this hammer-blow
explodes in the side of my head.

Boy - could this kid kick! It felt as if someone had hit me with a park bench.
The sheer weight of that massive blow sent me staggering sideways, struggling
to stay on my feet. My head was spinning. My right cheekbone felt loose and
out of place, and the whole of my face blazed with pain. I roared with anger,
struggling to regain my footing.

Then another spinning kick, even harder, plowed into my ribs, knocking me
off-balance again. I couldn't believe the power in that single leg. I groaned
in pain, two of my ribs blazing like fire as all the air was driven from my
lungs and I was gasping for breath. Somewhere behind me I heard the younger
kid cheer: "Yay! Brionn! Way to go! You kick his ass!"

That really infuriated me. Regaining my balance, I turned to face my
pint-sized attacker. The girl had adopted a martial-arts stance, fists
clenched, knees slightly bent.

I looked at her in disbelief, trying to clear my ringing head. Her blue shorts
emphasised the startling length and muscular definition of her legs. Her white
top was sleeveless, exposing long, angular arms, patterned with sinuous skeins
of muscle. As her arms flexed I could see surprisingly heavy biceps swell and
define themselves.

"DROP THE BAG!." The girl's voice was still appallingly loud. It carried so
strongly that Vince and Carol, a hundred and fifty yards away, were looking
worried.

"Come on!" Vince beckoned to me anxiously. I knew I couldn't afford to be held
up by this kid. I had to get away. I turned and began to run.

Before I'd got three paces, the girl surprised me again. She leapt on my back,
her long arms circling my neck from behind, her legs wrapping themselves
around mine. That was when I got an even bigger surprise. Her legs were so
strong! They were like iron bars as they set themselves around my legs, linked
at the ankles, and then tightened their grip. Suddenly my legs just couldn't
move. Nor could they free themselves. They were imprisoned in this kid's grip
as securely as if they'd been wrapped in chains! Suddenly I found my legs
being crushed powerfully together and I couldn't move them at all!

I began to fall forward, the girl still on my back, my balance lost. My face
slammed, hard into the grass. Behind me, I heard the younger kid's triumphant
cheer. "Yay, Brionn!"

The girl's 100 pound weight held me fast on the ground. I was startled and
angry. This kid was humiliating me in front of my friends.

I had to get up and take charge of this situation! But I couldn't move! I
fought to free my legs, but the kid's long, sinuous legs were so strong that
they had mine locked solid. I was amazed by her raw strength. I simply could
not move my own legs a fraction of an inch - and incredibly, the grip of her
powerful legs was tightening. I could feel it growing steadily stronger and
stronger. My thighs were actually beginning to bruise and hurt as her
steely-muscled legs continued to crush them tighter and tighter together.

"What are you doing?" I heard Vince shout across to me. "Deal with the kid,
and let's get out of here!"

I let go the stolen bag, trying to push my body back off the ground with both
my hands. But it was so difficult. All the girl's weight was on my back, and
she seemed to be using the leverage of her long legs to bear down even harder
on my back with her upper body. I pushed myself up an inch, six inches, then
collapsed back on to my face again.

And now the little bitch was tightening her linked arms round my neck. I felt
her grip grow stronger as her long arms pulled steadily backward. It was
uncomfortable at first, but swiftly worsened as my neck was crushed and bent
remorselessly backward by her rugged forearms. It was getting harder and
harder for me to breathe. This was ridiculous! I must break free.

I tried to push my body up once again. But now I was gasping for breath. I was
startled at how much weaker I already was. I collapsed into the earth once
more. And still her powerful grip continued to tighten. I couldn't stop it. I
felt the solid muscles of her upper arms seem to grow round and hard as
boulders as they crushed in against both sides of my neck. Meanwhile my legs
were being crushed so tightly together that I was beginning to lose all
feeling in them.

Desperately I tried to try to claw her arms away from my throat. But the kid's
arms were so strong! It was amazing. I simply couldn't break their grip.

Again she pulled back on my neck. My head began to spin. I felt dizzy. There
was a crushing surge of pressure as the girl's steely arms squeezed still
harder. I blacked out.

My breath was rasping as my eyes reopened. My neck, legs and back were filled
with pain. I realised that I was still firmly held in the thirteen-year-old's
tight grip.

"I loosened my grip a little to let you come back round." Brionn's voice came
from just behind my head. "But I can put you out again anytime I want."

The moment I tried to struggle, I felt her strong, hard arms tighten, dragging
my neck backward and cutting off my breath once more. "Okay. Okay!" I
submitted. I had to stop. It was galling and humiliating. I was helpless. This
13 year old girl had got me in a hold I just could not escape. I couldn't
move, and she could choke-off my air supply any time she wanted.

"Let me go!" I gasped.

"I'm not going to let you go yet," she said slowly. "Perhaps I'll just hold
you here until a police officer shows up."

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

Incredibly, the kids long legs had tightened again. I couldn't believe how
hard and strong they were. They were causing real pain now as they forced my
legs together, crushing the flesh into the bone.

"What the hell..?" I heard Vince's voice only a few feet away. "Are you being
outwrestled by a little kid?"

"Get her off me!"

There was a struggle as Vince and Carol fought to prise the girl off my back.
It was a harder struggle than I expected. I heard both Vince and Carol curse
as they finally unwound the girl's long arms from round my neck, dragging her
backward. But her legs still held mine in a crushing grip, and as her arms
were torn free by my two companions, they squeezed even harder.

I gave a loud cry. The pain was almost unbearable. I felt my legs would break.
Her legs were so powerful.

"Aaaaaaaaauggggghhhh!" I screamed. "Get her off me - off my legs."

There was a cry of pain from the girl as her arms were twisted behind her. For
an instant the pressure of her legs relaxed and she was dragged completely
clear.

Freed at last, but my legs blazing in agony, I rolled over to see Vince and
Carol, holding the angrily struggling Brionn between them.

"How d'you let a little girl beat up on you like this?" Vince mocked.

I didn't know what to answer. But the girl said "My arms are REAL strong.
See!"

At once she began to twist and drag her long arms fiercely in a desperate
attempt to tear them from the grip of her two assailants. I didn't think she
had much chance of success, for each of her arms was firmly clamped by two
arms of her captors.

But to my surprise, her larger, older captors seemed to be struggling hard to
hold her. The girl's long arms were astonishingly strong. They were like two
angry pythons, fighting to tear themselves free, and it seemed to be all that
Vince and Carol could do to restrain them. The girl's arms had amazing
strength, jerking her two captors violently forward and then back as she
fought to break free. Carol and Vince were each using both of their arms and
all of their strength, but they were still having trouble controlling the
powerful arms of this thirteen-year-old.

I heard Vince curse as he fought to keep her left arm straight. His face was
red, and he was sweating and shaking with the effort. The girl's right arm
flexed, hauling Carol forward. Then it forced its way down, bending the older
girl almost double under its heavy weight. Reversing direction, the girl
powered her right arm upward, forcing her gasping captor up on to tip-toe as
she tried to retain her hold. Next she twisted her powerful arm sharply down,
then forward. There was a cry of pain from Carol as the long right arm finally
tore itself free of Carol's grip, and was brought sweeping round to plow into
the nose of her other captor.

Vince gave a startled howl of pain as the blow landed, involuntarily releasing
her other arm, and letting her break free. I was startled to see a stream of
blood pouring from his broken nose as Brionn backed away.

"Go Brionn!" Her younger sister cheered, somewhere behind me.

With a roar of fury, Vince charged after the thirteen-year-old, his misshapen
nose spilling a trail of blood across his shirt.

Brionn continued to back off, dancing backward to stay just out of his reach.

"You couldn't hold these, could you?" she said, seeming to taunt him, as she
spread out her stunningly long arms and flexed them in front of him. Her arms
were certainly impressive for a kid her age. They were exceptionally long, a
factor which made them appear a lot more slender than they truly were. Even
relaxed, you could see that they held solid but lithe strands of muscle. When
she flexed them, however, the coiling skeins of muscle gathered alarmingly
quickly into surprisingly big and rounded biceps swelling rapidly to the size
of large oranges, backed up by thick triceps and heavy, striated deltoids.

By now Vince had caught up to her. With an oath, he sent a heavy swipe toward
the girl's head. She dodged it easily, twisting to one side out of its path.
Then her right arm shot out to deliver two lightning-fast jabs straight into
Vince's face.

I heard two surprisingly loud impacts as the kid's blows landed. Even more
surprising were the groans of pain from Vince. Ouugh! Oouuughh!

I tried to rise from where I still lay on the ground, but my legs were so
bruised and painful from the crushing they had received, they wouldn't support
my weight.

I looked back at Vince to see an even broader stream of blood come pouring
from his nose. And now there was another darkening bruise close to his left
eye. This girl's long arms could certainly strike with damaging force, and
they were alarmingly fast too.

"Hit hard don't I?" she smirked, already back out of Vince's range. "I do a
lot of kickboxing. Want to try me?" She flexed her right arm again, making
that startlingly large, full bicep appear once more.

Goaded by this, Vince came for her again. But she just took four steps
backward, and ducked under his wild haymaker. Then her right fist launched
three perfect jabs into his face. All hit their target in a little over a
second. Her arm was almost a blur, but the sound of the three impacts was loud
and harsh. Crack, Craccck. Craccckk! Like three rifle shots, each disturbingly
loud, each drawing a startled cry of pain.

As Vince fell backward, a harsh left crashed into the side of his face. Then
two more swift rights. I kept expecting Vince to hit back with a devastating
blow of his own - to hurt the kid bad, or put her down. But to my horror the
kid's hard punches seemed to be keeping the eighteen-year-old off-balance. Her
fast but heavy punches were far more potent than I could ever have imagined.
They really seemed to be damaging Vince's face, and his grunts of pain were
getting steadily louder. What was worse, was that the impact of the girl's
punches seemed to be cumulative, each one slowing and disorientating her
opponent just a little bit more. Each one draining his ability to respond.

Another right. Another left. Would the kid never stop hitting so hard and
fast? Could Vince not manage to evade even one of the kid's harsh blows? Vince
was now grunting deeply as each of Brionn's punches struck home. And the blows
were now forcing him to stumble backward. Each one left a deep and darkening
bruise behind it, some visibly altered the contours of his face. I hadn't
taken her talk of kickboxing seriously. But this girl's arms were so strong.
They were beginning to do real damage!

There were four loud cracks, and four more grunts of pain as Brionn drove in
another flurry of straight-armed jabs. I saw Vince's face and winced. It was
swollen, misshapen, and bleeding from about seven different places.

And, incredibly now, Vince had begun to stagger. He was looking a hell of a
lot slower, and was starting to shake his head twitchily, as if trying to
focus. Surely this kid couldn't actually be..?

Vince's hand rose to his bleeding mouth. His thumb touched a front tooth,
which swung backward visibly. With a roar of fury he lunged at the
13-year-old. This time, however, the girl simply squinted her eyes, and her
long arms let rip. I gasped as the kid's big arms sent in five huge blows,
each with at least double the power of anything she'd delivered up until now.

Her earlier blows had just been jabs, designed more for speed than power. But
now she swung in huge haymakers from the waist and torso, with all of her
bodyweight behind them.

To my horror, the girl's first searing punch stopped the 18-year-old's charge
dead in its tracks. Vince staggered raggedly to a halt, his face streaming
blood. But that was only the start. Four more massive punches powered home as
Brionn waded into the larger man. I couldn't believe a kid that size could
generate so much raw power. Each of her huge punches scythed into Vince's
head, rocking it first left then right like a punchball. There was a loud
impact as each big punch landed, making it breathtakingly clear just how much
power was being generated.

The girl was so strong! As her whole body swung into each punch, it was very
evident that the big muscles that now stood out clearly on her arms weren't
just for show. Vince staggered backward drunkenly, his shirt covered in his
own blood. The girl was in complete charge now. There was no chance of Vince
doing anything to turn things around. The girl's massive blows were just
tearing him apart.

After the fifth big punch, Brionn paused for a moment to inspect her
disoriented victim, her strong arms poised, fists clenched.

"Finish him off, Brionn!" her sister cried. And at that signal, she stepped
forward and cut loose with four more blows, each every bit as powerful as the
earlier five. In fact they were starting to sound even louder, impacting with
a heavy crumping sound that felt ominous. Vince took all four to his head, and
stumbled backward, groaning. I watched in disbelief as he swayed gently, then
fell to one knee. After another moment, trying to stay upright, he fell
forward onto both hands and knees, his hands stretched out to support his
bodyweight.

I stared, open-mouthed. Vince was all but out cold! He was barely conscious. I
don't think he knew where he was or what had hit him. He certainly wasn't
going to get up again anytime soon. I couldn't believe what this kid had done
to him. It hadn't even been a contest. Her speed and the startling power of
her punches had destroyed him.

Carol too had stood watching in open disbelief. Now she ran forward to attack
Brionn from the side. She made a grab for the kid's neck. But Brionn halted
her assailants right hand with her left, and simultaneously her long right arm
swept round to land a huge slap to the side of the 17-year-old girl's face.

Carol screamed as the slap hit home, striking with a crack just like a plank
hitting a brick wall. She stumbled backward, her hand clutching her red-welted
face.

"I... I..." Carol began. I could see she had been disoriented by the pain and
the power of the kid's massive slap. She clearly hadn't expected anything that
hard. She stumbled, turned and began to run away.

"Oh no!" Brionn said, running after her. "You aren't going anywhere."

It took the younger girl barely a second to catch up to the high-heeled Carol.
I watched in disbelief as the smaller girl just slipped an arm around the 130
pound Carol's legs from behind, and heaved her off the ground to cradle her in
her arms as if she were a straw doll.

Once again the thirteen-year-old's precociously strong arms were completely
dominant. They seemed able to take the weight of the five foot seven,
17-year-old effortlessly. Brionn straightened and turned round with Carol held
firmly in her arms, striding back with her struggling prisoner.

Carol weighed a good thirty pounds more than her captor did, but although she
was clearly fighting to escape Brionn's cradle hold, she simply couldn't break
free. The younger girl's right arm was coiled round both of her legs, holding
them tight, while her left arm clamped both of Carol's arms as tightly to her
sides. For a minute Brionn remained standing with her struggling burden
contained impotently in her arms. In fact she seemed to be relishing her
ability to hold the larger, older girl helpless, raising her slightly higher
in her arms with a barely-suppressed smirk, then tossing her a foot into the
air and catching her again. Carol fought harder to escape.

"Stop struggling," she ordered Carol.

"Don't tell me what to do, bitch!" Carol struggled even harder to tear herself
free.

Wordlessly, Brionn relaxed her right arm, letting her burden slip back to her
feet on the grass. She took one step backward, then released an awesome
roundhouse slap that caught Carol straight across the face.

The sheer force of the blow sent the larger girl staggering a half dozen paces
backward. The blow was so hard that I winced just at the noise it made. Even
so I was shocked to hear Carol scream in pain, clutching at her damaged face
as she fell to one knee on the ground. She continued to emit a low moan of
pain, her whole body shaking.

Brionn stood over her. "Get up." she ordered. "Now."

"Please don't slap me again!" Carol rose, her hands held up, trying to protect
her welt-covered face.

"Do as you're told, and I won't have to," Brionn said, her powerful right arm
outstretched, hand flattened, ready to strike again if necessary. "I can hit
harder than that if I have to."

"Please don't!" Carol begged. "I'll do whatever you say. That hurt so much...
It still hurts so much... I'll do anything. Just please don't hit me again!"

"Put your hands down and look at me," Brionn ordered. The smaller girl was now
clearly the boss. Carol obeyed, visibly shaking.

To make her point, Brionn stepped forward and hoisted Carol up into her
powerful arms once more. This time Carol lay docile and still as the younger
girl cradled her.

"Better." Brionn said, walking with her burden to where the bloodied Vince was
propped up against a rock, nursing his wounds. She held Carol there for a
moment before lowering her to the ground.

"Now tie up your friend," the kid ordered, pointing to a jumprope from the
bag.

"That?" Carol said nervously.

"Yes," Brionn said, "Pick it up and tie his hands behind his back. Do it
properly. I'll check the knots later."

To my dismay, Carol obeyed, picking up the rope and tying up the fallen Vince
as Brionn watched all three of us.

"Now him," the kid said, pointing to me.

"But there's only one rope.." Carol said.

"Use your stockings," Brionn ordered. "Sit down and take them off. You can tie
him up with those."

Wordlessly Carol obeyed.

"What are you going to do?" the young sister asked. "Give them to the cops?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I wasn't going to let a kid send me to jail. I
stumbled to my feet.

The kid watched me rise and come towards her. Her arms rose between us, fists
clenched. I had to admit I was more wary of those long, evenly-muscled arms
now, but I still felt I had to come out the winner.

As I advanced, Brionn backed off a step. Then she hit out at me with three
fast jabbing shots.

I'd seen her hit Vince, but I was still astonished by just how fast she could
hit. There was no warning, and I didn't see them coming. The three shots had
hit home before I'd properly registered the first of them - and she'd already
danced back out of reach.

I took a swing at her, but my swipe missed by a mile. I'd barely felt her
three blows though. They didn't seem to be that hard at all. Then I tasted
blood on my lip. Suddenly I realised that a stream of blood was running down
my face from a newly-made gash below my eyebrow, and then I felt a second
stream pouring from my nose.

Even as I took this in, the stinging started to spread across the whole of my
face as her punches really began to hurt. Without warning, four more
lightning-fast jabs hit me. I sure felt those. They were so hard. One really
bust my nose, releasing a damburst of blood. The others just bruised and
disoriented me. My left eye was suddenly shutting and full of blood from a cut
somewhere above it. Within seconds I could barely see.

I lashed out wildly, but hit nothing. Then the kid's first big punch landed. I
couldn't believe it. How could a thirteen-year old hit with such alarming
power? It was like the hind legs of a mule smashing into the base of my jaw. I
staggered back with a loud groan, a loose tooth rattling round my mouth. Then
incredibly, the kid hit again, just as hard - and then twice more! The pain
was unbelievable. Four horrific mule-kicks, one after the other! Now I
realised why Vince had gone down. This girl was so powerful! I saw flashing
lights. My left cheekbone broke. I was falling backward, my legs uncertain of
my center of gravity, struggling to stay beneath me.

An even bigger explosion slammed into my head, as a huge spinning-kick sent me
sprawling to the ground. Suddenly the kid was kneeling across my chest,
holding me down, drawing her long arms up in front of her, so that her fists
were once more in easy range of my totally unprotected face. I was completely
at the mercy of those powerful arms. I shivered, imagining what they could do
to me.

"Please. No! Not in the face! Don't hit me again!" I heard myself mumbling, my
pride less important to me now than not having those stone-hard fists of hers
break-up my face.

"That all depends on how quickly you obey my orders," the girl said, her
pretty face virtually unmarked.

"What do you want me to do?"

"First. Give me your wallet." She held out her hand, easing the grip of her
knee on my left arm enough for me to free it and pull the wallet from my
jeans.

"Right," she said, inspecting it. "I wont call the police this time, but I
know your name, and where you live. There's forty bucks here. I'm keeping that
as a fine." She stuck it in her jeans as she stood up.

I said nothing.

"Okay," she said to Carol, who had stood watching my beating, stockings in
hand. "Tie him up, arms and legs, and don't untie either of them for thirty
minutes. Me and my sister are going now, and taking our stuff. If any of you
tries to follow us, I'll have all of you thrown in jail."

Carol tied me up quite tightly as the girls left. What's more we lay there on
the grass for a full half hour afterward as Carol was too scared of the kid to
untie us before the thirty minutes were up.

When she did dare untie us, we staggered out of the park like old men,
battered and bruised. Both me and Vince still have slightly misshapen noses
and missing teeth to remind us of that day. My cracked cheekbone took weeks to
mend, as did Vince's jaw. Anyhow I learned my lesson. I never tried to rob an
innocent-looking kid again.