Carried Off
by Alpesco
Brionn deals with Amy.


Cousin Brionn was very tall for her age. At 14 she was already five foot ten,
but so slim she looked even taller, with long, gangly arms and legs that
seemed to go on forever.

I'm called Amy. I'm twenty eight, and though I weigh as much as she does, I
stand only five feet seven tall, and my reach is nothing like hers.

This was my first trip back home for six years, and I was taking a day out to
a local beauty spot. Me, my friend, Kath, and Brionn as our guide. We'd
followed a rising trail from the main road toward the best lookout spot over
the mountains. However we now had to walk along a narrow, path twisting up the
ravine side, and I was scared of heights.

"No," I shook my head. "We'll have to go back. I can't walk along that!"

"It's okay!" the tall 14 year-old said beside me. "I've done it loads of
times."

"That doesn't help me." I said.

"I'll carry you."

"Don't be silly," I said. "You can't.." It was then that I was brought to a
sudden halt as her long right arm stretched abruptly in front of me, stopping
me dead. Her arms seemed to go on forever. Her upper arm extended right across
the width of my chest, allowing her forearm to bend around me, trapping my
right arm and coiling behind my back. The kid's arms were so long! Her one arm
had nearly encircled me! I found myself struggling to escape its grip,
surprised to find myself having real trouble pulling away from it. That long
slender arm had a surprising amount of strength. In fact it was tightening its
grip, crushing me uncomfortably into her side.

Then her left arm suddenly curled beneath my knees, and lifted, sweeping both
my legs upward, and hoisting me clean off the ground! I found myself lying
stretched out nearly flat, in the 14-year-old's slender arms. What really
surprised me was that she was grinning and laughing as she continued to take
my weight with apparent ease, spinning me round with her as she turned a
circle on the spot.

"Stop!" I yelled, struggling to tear my legs free of her left arm, as I tried
to escape her right. But I couldn't break free. I was amazed how difficult
those long arms were to fight. They didn't look that powerful, but I was
struggling really fiercely now, and I couldn't move them a fraction of an
inch. Both my arms were pinned so tightly, I was beginning to lose
circulation.

"Put me down!" I yelled.

"Not yet, Cousin," Brionn grinned. "I've grown quite a bit stronger since you
last saw me, haven't I?"

As she spoke, her arms raised me even higher off the ground so that my body
was on level with her face, nearly six feet above the stony path. I began to
feel very vulnerable.

"Keep still," Brionn said. "I'm going to take you along the ledge."

"NO!" I screamed. "You can't. You'll drop me. We'll fall!"

"You won't fall," the tall girl said, lowering me back to chest level, and
turning toward the path. "I''ve got loads of stamina."

"Put her down, Brionn!" my friend Kath had just come up.

"Oh no!" Brionn grinned, backed off three steps, then turned and began to
carry me along the narrow stone ledge. I quickly stopped trying to struggle as
the drop grew steadily deeper on our right.

Kath began to fall behind as the fit fourteen-year-old strode tirelessly
upward on her long legs. We rose 200 yards, 500 yards, nearly a half mile.
Still she didn't slow. Her arms remained just as strong around me. In fact I
was beginning to hurt where her steely arms gripped me. "Put me down!" I
begged.

"We're not there yet." Brionn said.

At last the pathway ended, opening up on to a high grassy space with a viewing
point beneath rocky bluffs.

"Great view, no?" Brionn was still holding me coiled in her long steely arms,
and she didn't even seem to be breathing hard.

"You're very strong," I said.

"Yeah," Brionn grinned, still holding me. "I told you yesterday, I work out a
lot."

"Can you put me down now?" I asked.

"Okay," Brionn sighed as she lowered me to my feet. "But you'll have to be
careful.."

"Careful? Why?" I began as my legs nearly gave way beneath me, and I was
forced to cling on to her for support.

"I've been carrying you in a fairly tight grip for nearly twenty minutes," the
girl said. "Your legs will need a few minutes to get their circulation back."

After a moment, I steadied myself and looked out over the mountains as Brionn
milled her long, gangly arms.

Kath appeared several minutes later, breathing heavily. "You got up here so
fast," she gasped.

"That was no trouble," the girl said. "I can run ten miles, fifteen miles,
easy. I'm planning on running a marathon next year."

"But how are we going to get back down?" I asked.

"I'll just carry you again," Brionn said.

"No!" I shook my head. "I won't let you!"

"How are you going to stop me?" the gangly 14-year-old grinned. She raised her
extraordinarily long right arm and flexed it - and all of a sudden her arm
transformed. It had looked really long, thin and gangly, but now, out of
nowhere, this big, solid ball of muscle that must have been hidden there all
the time, erupted in her upper arm. Gathering and hardening, it swelled
rapidly to the size of a small grapefruit.

"Wow!" I murmured. "That's impressive. But you really can't try to carry me
back down.."

"Still don't think I'm strong enough?" Brionn strode forward, arms
outstretched, backing me into a rough stretch of rock wall. Her long arms
penned me against the wall as they bore into the cliff on either side of me,
barring my escape. I pushed against them using my whole bodyweight, but they
were immovable as steel bars, I just couldn't get past.

"I'm real strong.." The 14-year-old smirked as her long arms scooped me up
again, lifted me smoothly to chest height, then threw me a foot into the air.
She caught me solidly before I could cry out. But then she threw me up even
higher, fully a foot above her head. I gave a scream, fearing I would crash
seven feet straight down, into the stony ground. But her long arms caught me
again, then threw me up just as high. I screamed again, feeling utterly
helpless in those strong arms of hers. They were irresistable.

"Stop that!" said Kath, behind us.

"I can handle you too," Brionn turned, set me down on the grass, then strode
over to Kath. Before Kath could react, she'd bent, and lifted the 170 pound
woman cleanly up to chest height in her arms. I stared in disbelief at how
easy she made it look! Brionn was so thin she looked too fragile to bear such
a weight, her jeans were no more than twenty inches around the waist, but
somehow she lifted this big heavy woman in her long arms with apparent ease.
She raised her even higher, to shoulder height, before setting her down again.

Kath staggered backward in surprise, brushing herself down.

It was then I noticed that the sky had grown a lot darker. I looked round,
knowing how quickly the weather could change in these mountains. A cold blast
of wind hit us as dark clouds swept down from the peaks. Heavy drops of rain
began to fall.

"The wind's getting up!" Brionn said. "It won't be safe to go back down for a
while."

"Then what will we do?"

Brionn pointed. "There's an old cabin up there. We can use it for shelter till
the squall has passed."

The rain began to come heavier as we ran for the old cabin. It looked empty
and deserted, but I could see a few scraps of furniture through the dusty
windows. It was probably here for just such times as this.

Kath tried the door. "It's locked!"

"Stand back!" Brionn raised her right foot, preparing to try to kick it open.
Her legs in their tight blue jeans looked very long and very slender, but not
that strong, particularly when compared with the inch-thick timber door.

"Don't hurt yourself!" I warned as the tall 14-year-old stood balanced on her
left leg, her right drawn up.

CRAAAACCKKKK! Her right foot drove poerfully forward into the center of the
door, striking with astonishing force. The impact was huge - simply explosive
- as the whole door shuddered, and burst inward. The lock smashed into four
separate pieces as a jagged length of timber six inches wide tore away from
the main part of the door. What remained of the door crashed inward in a
shattered mass as Brionn lowered her sneakered foot to the ground.

"Shit!" I heard Kath exclaim beside me, staring at the shattered, inch-thick
door.

"I told you I had strong legs!" Brionn stepped in, across the wreckage. We
followed. The cabin was musty and disused, but had a table, chairs, even a
small oven.

We stood in the shelter of the main room for several minutes until the rain
seemed to ease.

"I think we can leave now," Kath said.

Brionn shook her head. "It's not safe yet. Wait till it all passes over."

"I think we'd better leave now," I insisted, worried about the damage we'd
done. "Come on, Kath, let's try and get back down."

"No." Brionn's arms stretched out wide and caught both of us about the upper
body. She braced her long legs, and incredibly, stopped us both from moving
toward the door, forcing us to a halt! Where did she get her strength!

We both pushed forward against her, but got nowhere. "Push together!" I cried,
frustrated at out failure to overcome the 14-year-old. We did, but the result
was the same! Neither of us could move the long-limbed teenager back an inch.
She was less than half our combined weights, but her legs were so strong! With
a soft grunt of effort, she pushed forward, using those slim, muscular legs of
hers to counter our efforts. The force those legs somehow generated was
enormous. Both of us were struggling with all our might now just to stay where
we were!

"Want to try again?" Brionn asked with an audible smirk. She gave a soft grunt
and gave another push forward. It was like three men pushing us backward! I
couldn't hold my position. We fell back a half pace. I could feel the
satisfaction flood through her. She was beating us both! My legs were already
beginning to tire, but she seemed as strong as ever, maintaining the
irresistable pressure as she pushed us both back into the wall.

"I warned you," Brionn said. "My legs are powerful. I can push my uncle's
truck from one end of the field to the other."

Brionn held us both pinned tightly to the wall as we struggled impotently.
Then suddenly a loud man's voice came from the doorway.

"What are you doing in here?" he demanded. He stood the same height as Brionn,
but looked a good deal heavier. "You've broken in."

"We're sorry," I began. "We had to."

"I'm going to have the three of you arrested," the man said, unhitching a
cellphone from his belt.

"Don't be such a jerk!" Brionn said, stepping in front of him. Her long arms
stretched out to catch him by both shoulders, then pushed backward, hurling
him solidly back into the wall. Taken by surprise, he hit surprisingly hard,
impacting the timbers with a loud crump and a deep, "Oouuuuufff!" The
cellphone fell from is hand and his head hit the wall.

I could see that the guy was mad now, and he came forward prepared to lay into
her. But Brionn's arms were so long, they just caught him again before his
shorter arms got within range of her. And this time she threw him back so hard
that the impact seemed to shake the whole cabin as he hit the wall and bounced
right back from it. However, in the time it had taken him to hit the wall and
stumble two paces forward, Brionn's long right arm had primed itself.

Her long, slender fingers had curled into a surprisingly large, blocky fist,
which now launched itself forward with astonishing speed to explode into the
side of his jaw.

KRRRAAAACCKKK! The noise of the impact was so loud, I winced. I couldn't
believe that this tall girl's slender arms could hit that hard!

The man moaned in surprise and pain as the force of the blow twisted his head
around through 90 degrees, and hurled his body straight back into the wall. He
hit the timber with a solid crump, staggered two paces forward, and to my
astonishment, fell to one knee.

"I can hit real hard, you bozo," Brionn sneered. "Do you want me to give you
some more?"

"You bitch!" the man rose to his feet in a fury, preparing to launch himself
into her. I could see blood running down the side of his face, and his
cheekbone seemed to have caved in, but he looked solid, and dangerous. Brionn
took a step back - And then her long right arm unleashed once more, scything
round like a flail into the side of his head. Incredibly, this punch seemed
even harder and heavier than the one before, as she twisted her whole body
into it! The sound of the impact made me gasp. It was jarring, intimidating.
Her opponent's face was twisted round like a punchball as his body slammed
back into the wall for the fourth time in the space of a minute. He moaned in
pain and stumbled forward.

Two more big hits crashed in from Brionn's long arms. They were brutal and
punishing, sending the larger man reeling into a table as his face dripped
blood. After these two hits the girl backed off, her big fists clenched and
ready on the ends of those long, raking arms. He fell to one knee once more,
trying to get up, but to my astonishment, he couldn't. He just kept losing his
balance each time he tried to rise, and slumping to the floor again.

"I don't want to have to hurt you real bad," Brionn said, "but I will if you
force me to."

"I'm not going to kow-tow to a skinny fourteen-year-old!" the man said,
managing to regain his feet at last.

"Okay," Brionn frowned as her bony fists tightened. The guy took a single step
forward, and her fists went in three more times. I winced each time they
landed. It sounded like forty pound rocks hitting the ground from ten feet up.
I was still staggered at how hard those long arms of hers could hit.

It wasn't a fight. It wasn't even a contest. The guy didn't get a chance to
strike back. It was just the tall slim teenager's fists powering into his
unprotected body. His whole frame buckled with each huge impact, groaning as
he was driven back. I heard the dull sound of a big bone cracking in his
chest.

"Please! Please stop!" He whimpered.

"Okay." Brionn took a step back, fists still clenched. "But kneel." she
ordered. "Apologise and admit I am the boss."

He knelt. I couldn't believe it. This girl could hit frighteningly hard, but I
hadn't expected this. His face was a mess. I wouldn't have recognised him from
when he first walked into the cabin. It was misshapen and bloodied. One side
looked like raw meat. Brionn's arms could do some real damage.

"I'm sorry." The guy muttered. He must be really petrified of her hitting him
again.

"What was that?" Brionn asked.

"I said I'm sorry. You're the boss here."

"You'll do exactly as I say?" she said.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Then stand up and put the room in order. I'll decide what else you have
to do when you've finished."

"May I clean myself up first?" he asked.

"When you've done what I ordered."

He nodded, and began to obey. He was moving stiffly and painfully. Brionn had
really hit him hard and had clearly done some damage. But I was amazed at his
subjection to this fourteen-year-old.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Kath said.

Brionn smiled. "Once or twice. When you can hit as hard as I can, guys tend to
do exactly as you say after a while."

"Who are you?" I asked.

He looked at Brionn.

"You can answer," she said.

"I own this cabin," he said. "I was just fed up with people breaking in
here.."

"You should have been more polite," Brionn said, her fist still clenched. "Now
you're going to tidy this place up, cook us a meal, and then come back down
with us to the road. Do that right and I might not hit you again, and I might
let you call up a doctor to look at your ribs. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said.