Restricted - part 2
by Alpesco
Still unfree.


Part 1 of this story is here:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/alpesco/brionnz47.txt

When I awoke, it was dark outside. I was still lying on that narrow hospital
bed in a small locked room. Where was I? I was confused. The last thing I
remembered, it had been just after mid-day.

How long had I been lying here? I should be home by now. I began to remember
what had happened... The power outtage after the accident...

I had been here in the sanatorium as a contract cleaning worker, but in the
confusion of the accident, the identity of a devious and restricted patient
had become attached to me. I had to sort this out! I'd been placed in this
room and forced to take sedatives by one of the orderlies - an impressively
strong fifteen-year-old girl named Brionn.

I thought about the girl now. She had taken charge on the ward after the power
failure, but I was galled at how I, a 180 pound 35-year-old, had been taken
out by a high-schooler. Only fifteen, and a volunteer-worker here, she was
five feet ten tall, and really strong. I could still feel the bruises where
she'd hit me and thrown me into the wall, when I'd tried to resist her. The
bruises still hurt bad - nothing like the pain there'd been when she'd
delivered those terrible punches - but I groaned as I sat up and tried to
move.

It was then that the door to my room swung open, and in came Brionn,
accompanied by a young man pushing a small trolley. The young man was taller
than the younger orderly, at 6 feet, but he was built like a pole, even though
he looked to be about 22 or 23 years old.

Brionn was just 15, but she was clearly the one in charge as she indicated
where the male assistant should put the tray of food from the trolley. She was
two inches shorter than him, at five feet ten in height, but she looked as
heavy. Her blonde hair fell to her neckline. She still wore a small white,
sleeveless top above her workplace jeans. The top was loose, but had big
armholes that left her long, heavy arms and broad shoulders bare - as well as
about eight inches at her marbled waist. She clearly worked out. I guessed she
was proud of her arms and was keen to let the world see them. On her top was
pinned a name badge that read Brionn Landeck.

"This is Martin," she spoke to me. "And this is Mr Trevak," she said to
Martin. "You have to be careful with him. He's here under court order, and
seems to want a lot to get out. That's why I came in with you."

"I am not Trevak!" I said to the man. "My name is David Harmon. I'm a cleaner
here!"

"Take no notice of him," Brionn said. "He thinks he's going to confuse us."

"Haven't you seen Trevak before?" I asked Martin. "Can't you see I'm not him?"

"Sorry," he shook his head. "I don't normally come to patients rooms. I'm just
doing it today because everything's out of order since the accident. But the
way Trevak is described looks a lot like you."

My heart sank. I had to find someone here who could sort out the mistake. "Who
normally sees Trevak?" I demanded. "Can't you get them?"

"He sure seems insistent," the tall young man turned to the fifteen year-old
orderly. "Perhaps I should go to Ward 3 and ask Mr Gresson to come over?"

"No." Brionn shook her head. "He's just trying to waste our time. And we have
less than half the normal staff on duty tonight. He's Trevak."

"I'm not.." I began.

"Argue any more and I'll sedate you again," the girl turned to me. "All the
staff have been warned not to listen to you." She turned to Martin and
pointed. "Just pick up all the rubbish and used crockery there and put it on
the trolley."

"Yes, Miss Landeck," the young man did as she said. "But it's not my job to
restrain patients."

"I'm quite capable," she gave me a look as if to remind me how she'd forced
those pills down my throat five hours before. "I don't need help." She turned
back to the thin six-footer, and beckoned. "You just have to do as you're
told. Come here, Martin."

He came up and stood in front of her. Bending slightly, she scooped him up
effortlessly into her long arms, which seemed easily bigger than those of the
six-footer. He gave a gasp of surprise as the 5-10 fifteen-year-old held him
cradled easily in her arms in the center of the room. The muscles on the
girl's arms solidified and swelled as they took the 23-year-old's weight, what
had been loose shapes defined themselves into large solid masses.

"You're certainly strong," Martin said.

"This is easy," Brionn said. "You can't weigh much more than 140." She bounced
him in her arms, showing no sign of effort. "I can carry a lot more than
that."

"You can let me down now," he began to wriggle.

"Stop that." Suddenly her arms gripped him tighter, restraining him. "Don't
try to fight, I'm way stronger than you are." She couldn't hide a smirk of
satisfaction that her captive was so powerless to free himself. Then she began
to squeeze in a different direction. Her long, tanned arms began to force
themselves in towards each other - and the kitchen-worker's body moved with
them. Slowly her big arms forced themselves together, folding up the tall
assistant's body like an 'A' frame as they forced his knees in toward his
chest. I could see the six-footer grimace as he tried to resist, but it was to
no avail. The muscles of his back just couldn't resist the teenage orderly's
powerful arms.

She continued to squeeze, but what was so impressive was that her face showed
no sign of effort at all. Martin grimaced and grunted as he fought to prevent
his body being doubled up completely, but Brionn seemed not even to be
straining hard as his knees were crushed into his chest, and his legs were
forced completely upright, on either side of his head.

This was a display of pure arm strength - the teenager's arms had completely
folded up the six-footer's whole body - and she still wasn't finished. Her
arms nearly circled his doubled-up body now, running beneath his knees and
behind his back. She was holding him at chest height, his legs splayed into
the air above her head. Then she clasped her arms together, each of her hands
gripping the opposing forearm.

"You've no chance at all now," she said easily. "With my arms linked, I can
crush you twice as hard. " To demonstrate she began to squeeze Martin's
trapped body.

"Owww. Owwww. Ooowwwww!" he cried out as her arms constricted. Her arm
strength was overwhelming.

"This is just a little demonstration of what I can do." she said, her voice
coming as easily as if all she had in her arms was a couple of cushions..

I could see Martin trying to struggle but his position was hopeless, his
entire body encircled by the teenager's strong arms. He began to moan
continuously as her long arms increased the pressure. "You're hurting." His
words were almost inaudible. "I can't breathe!"

"Okay," said Brionn calmly. "I can squeeze even harder if I want to, but I
don't want to break bones or anything so we'll just maintain the pressure at
this level."

"No. No. No." Martin squealed. "Please let me down!" At last the girl's strong
arms relented. She carried him across to the end of the bed and lowered him
down on to it. He unfolded loosely into a fetal position, lying motionless and
gasping for breath.

"You sure are powerful, Miss Brionn," he wheezed after a minute.

Supressing a smile, the girl spread her big, muscular arms out like a tree.
Then she flexed them. Martin and I gasped. Two massive biceps suddenly
appeared out of nowhere, twin boulders of muscle that seemed to be getting
even harder as she continued to tense them. No wonder this kid could hit so
hard, and overpower guys taller and older than her. She already had arms most
guys bigger than her would envy. She held the flex for a moment, then let her
arms relax.

"Now take the trolley on up the passage," she ordered Martin, "and take the
meals for the ladies in rooms 6, 10 and 11. Then go straight back to the
kitchens and help out there. And you're not to talk about anything that
happened in here."

"Yes, Miss Landeck." Martin got up slowly, with a couple of winces of pain.
"Owww! Owwww!"

"You'll be okay," the fifteen-year-old said. "I didn't break anything, and you
could do with getting a little more flexible."

Martin stretched himself stiffly, and wheeled the trolley out.

"I really enjoy being strong," she said. "I work out a lot. Now eat your meal
nicely," she said to me, "and you have another hour and a half before lights
out."

"Look," I said. "I need to be out of here. I'm not Trevak."

The girl frowned. "I told you. I don't want to hear any more of this shit
about you not being Trevak. There is no David Harmon who works here. There's
just John Trevak," she pointed at the I.D. on my shirt. "You."

I was going to try and argue some more, but there was a sudden loud
disturbance from outside my room on the landing. Brionn sprinted to the door
and flung it open.

Just along the corridor was a common room. There I could see a large man in
patient's clothing who was struggling with a woman nurse and an assistant. He
looked to be either very drunk, or having a bad turn from drugs. He threw one
of the woman helpers into the wall.

"Stay right there in your room," Brionn ordered me. "Don't move!"

She sprinted to the common room and stopped in front of the guy. He looked
quite strongly built, and was at least six feet tall. "Stand back!" she said
to the nurse and her assistant. "I'll deal with this."

"Okay, Sam," she said to the tall man, taking a plastic restraining cuff from
her belt. "Face the wall, and cross your hands behind your back!"

"What, bitch?" the man turned to face the teenager with a scowl. "Do you want
some too?" Then without warning, he came charging forward with a roar.

For a moment I tought the teenage orderly was in real trouble. This big guy
was out of his head and would stomp all over her. But the tall
fifteen-year-old moved expertly back and to one side, letting the force of the
larger man's charge disippate as he went past her. Then she turned, and
unloaded.

CRACK! CRACKK! CRAAACCCKKK!! Three big punches powered in to him..The heavy
cracks echoed round the room combined with a suppressed gasp from the
onlookers as Sam's head was driven round through 180 degrees by the sheer
force of the final punch. He groaned loudly and staggered four paces sideways
before he could draw himself to a halt. He looked startled by the sheer power
of the blows that had hit him. I could see him stare at the teenage girl as if
unable to believe that she was the source of such pain. I noticed that his
cheekbone was misshapen. He spit out a tooth in a stream of blood.

"Now lie down on the floor with your hands behind your back," Brionn ordered.

"No!" he roared. "You hurt me! You shouldn't'a done that. Now I'm gonna kill
you!" He lurched toward Brionn again.

I could see that the teenager was really annoyed now. And despite his anger,
the big man seemed slower, less steady on his feet. Brionn's three big punches
had clearly done some damage, although he was still a danger. With a scowl,
Brionn stepped back, and then her big, muscular arms scythed into the
approaching man with unrelenting force. He was as startled as everyone else in
the room by the power of her punches. Her arms were big as a guy's and full of
muscle - and she could hit so hard!

CRACKK! CRUMMM! KROOM! KROOOMM! The six foot man's whole body buckled under
the force of the teenager's blows. I was sure I'd never seen anyone hit as
hard as that. The larger man simply wasn't able to respond, the
fifteen-year-old's punches came so hard and fast. Everyone stood back in awe
as Brionn's arms delivered those four hugely powerful punches.

The guy crashed back into the wall as if he had been hit by a truck. Despite
his size, there was no way he could take much more of what Brionn was handing
out. And the most stunning thing was, that the girl was completely unhurt.

Not so, Sam. He fell back into the wall, bowed over and groaning. Blood was
pouring down his face, even though three of the last four punches had gone to
his body. And those were the ones that seemed to have done the worst damage.
The big man groaned as his legs gave way beneath him, and he slumped in a heap
on the floor. I began to feel almost sorry for him. I knew how bad those
punches hurt.

"I think he's subdued, "a woman said

"He'd better be." the girl glared at him, breathing hard. She still looked
like she could hand out the same again, no sweat.

"You'll obey me now?" she said in a mild voice.

"Yes, Miss Landeck", Sam said.

"Then put your hands behind your back." He did so as Brionn fastened his
wrists together with the restraint.

"Wow That was awesome!" the girl assistant said as Brionn turned away.

Across the room another guy had been cornered by two staff. Brionn waved them
away, telling them to take Sam to an isolation cell. The second man was about
the same height as Brionn, and tried to evade her as she came toward him. But
she sidestepped him and swept her arm round his neck as her other restrained
his arms. I still found it hard to believe how strong this kid was,
particularly in her long arms. The guy struggled, but he could not free either
his arms or his head once Brionn had them locked in her grip.

And now I saw her arm muscles tighten as she squeezed. At once the guy's face
went bright red as he stuggled and kicked out to try to break free. Brionn
frowned and her long arms squeezed again. The guy groaned, and his struggles
became less fierce.

Again those big arms of hers constricted. How could she do that? He began to
choke and gag. He gave a last fierce convulsion, and then went completely
limp. The girl maintained the pressure for a minute, then, moving her arms
beneath his body, she lifted. The man must have weighed something like 200
pounds, but the tall fifteen-year-old took him up into her arms like she'd
always been doing it, and carried him over to a couch, where she laid him out.

"He'll be out for a few minutes," she said as the nurse checked him out. The
teenage orderly stretched and windmilled her big arms.

"Is there anyone else wants to defy my authority?" she asked.

There was silence from the four patients left in the common room. Several
shook their heads. "Then you all go back to your rooms quietly. Do it now."

They all obeyed her.

"So what started this?" she asked the nurse.

"Somehow those two got hold of some pure medicinal alcohol in the disturbance.
They drank the lot. I'll have him wheeled to a secure room where he can be
kept under observation. But you're good," she added. "I've not seen anyone
subdue a guy like that so quickly."

"I train hard, and do several martial arts," the girl said. "When you can
break concrete blocks with your hands," she made a fist, "a guy like that
doesn't stand much of a chance."

It was then that she saw me, standing at the edge of the room. I'd been hoping
to get out of this section during the disturbance, but it was over too fast.

"Trevak!" the girl barked. "What are you doing out of your room?" I could see
she was hot. Her skin had reddened, and it carried a slight sheen of sweat
from her exertions.

"Go straight back to your room." She gave me a warning glare. That was enough.
I remembered how much her punches hurt - how much the bruises they'd left
behind still hurt. Far from being tired by her conflict with the two
alcoholics, I could see that she was pumped and ready for more action.

I did as she ordered, sitting down on my hard hospital bed.

She followed me into the room a moment later. "Okay, Trevak," she said. "Stand
up."

I did so, not even daring to complain now that I was not Trevak. Brionn
stepped forward. She traced along my cheekbone with a long forefinger. She was
totally confident now. I shivered. The finger was not itself threatening, but
it was attached to her long, powerful right arm, which I'd just seen
administer so much punishment to a guy a lot bigger than me. I thought about
the state she had left those two guys in.

"You disobeyed my orders, leaving your room," she said. "That means I'm going
to have to punish you,"

"No." I drew away from her. "Please!"

"Come back and stand right where you were," the girl ordered.

I was shaking, but I dared not disobey this fifteen-year-old. I stepped back
within reach of her powerful arms once more.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to beat the crap out of you again," she said,
"..even though I might feel like doing just that. But at the moment you don't
present a direct threat. So long as you continue that way, I won't hurt you."
She traced along my brow with her finger once more. I didn't like it, but I
dared not object. Her touching me seemed like a sign of ownership. This kid
was showing me that she owned me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"You're not going to force me to take more sedatives?" I asked.

"That's not the punishment I have in mind," she said. "We're going for a
walk." She indicated that I should leave the room ahead of her.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

She was silent, but suddenly she just lifted me up into her arms from behind.
I felt her bare right arm as it supported me. It's solid bicep was swollen and
hard, a grapefruit-sized mound of muscle that seemed to be growing even larger
as it continued to contract.

"Don't move a muscle," she ordered as she carried me down the corridor. I
didn't.

We went downstairs to a narrow passage with several small doors leading off.
She placed me on a trolley and opened the first door with her keys. It was
windowless, a tiny isolation cell, six feet by five and completely surrounded
with padding, even the door.

"No Please!" I said, feeling claustrophobic at the sight of the small cell.
"Don't put me in there!"

"It's too late," the girl said, stern-faced. "I've made my decision. This is
where you're spending the night."

I was frightened. I didn't dare go against Brionn now, but I feared the
thought of being locked up in that tiny cell. "Can't you change your mind?" I
begged. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you."

"It's too late," the girl said. "Now go in the cell."

"Need any help?" another orderly appeared at the end of the corridor.

"No. I can manage." Brionn answered him. Turning to me, she said, "Stand up."

I obeyed. "please don't put me in there," I said. "I don't like small spaces."

"It says nothing about that in your notes," Brionn said. "Anyway, it's just
for tonight. I've recommended that you go along with the people being
transferred to the new high-security institution out of state. The wagon will
come for you first thing in the morning.."

"You can't do that!" I objected. No-one in a new institution would know me as
anyone other than John Trevak. I'd have even less chance of ever gaining my
freedom. "Look. Can't I see a doctor first, please!"

"No," The girl shook her head firmly."The only doctor left on duty is on
emergencies only. You'll see a doctor at the new hospital."

"Please don't do this." I begged. "You can stop it if you want. You can get me
to see a doctor here. I have to stay."

"If you'd been less trouble I might have let you stay," the girl said,
examining her nails. "But I've decided you're going tomorrow, and I'm not
going to change my mind. I've also decided that you're sleeping in that cell
tonight. If you want things to get any better for you, you're going to have to
please me with your behavior. Now you have only one choice: you either walk
into that cell, or I put you in. Which is it?"

"But..."

"No 'but's. I'm going to count to four. If you're not inside the cell by then,
I'll put you in. One... two... three..."

Feeling like a complete coward, I walked into the padded cell. I knew Brionn
was too strong to fight. She could really hurt me. I'd just get hurt some
more, and still end up in the cell. I had no choice. We both knew it. She was
in complete control.

"You'll be leaving for the new facility in the morning," the teenager said as
she shut the door on me. I heard the bolt slam shut from outside. I was in the
solitary padded cell, and there was no way out.

........To be continued.