Restricted  3
by Alpesco
Brionn forces me into my new identity.


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

I woke up in the even white light of the tiny isolation cell where my orderly,
Brionn Landeck, had placed me the night before. I stared at the windowless
padded walls and thickly padded door of this claustrophobic six feet square
cell. I was seething with frustration.

I shouldn't even be in this medical/psychiatric facility. I was David Harmon,
a contract cleaning worker. But in the confusion following a major accident,
Brionn had mistaken me for a troublemaking patient named John Trevak, who must
have managed to escape in the confusion. She'd found a badge with his name on
it at my side, and had decided I was lying when I'd told her it had nothing to
do with me. Normally it didn't matter if a 15 year-old disbelieved me. But
this girl had proved to be startlingly strong, and had been able to just force
me into his cell.

I'd tried to resist. But even though Brionn was only a teenager, I found to my
surprise that she was not someone to disobey. At 15, she stood a full five
feet ten inches tall, and was extremely powerful. She also knew a lot about
applying restraints. I was a 180 pound 35-year-old, but I was simply untrained
fodder to her. She'd overcome me with alarming ease. I'd tried to lash out at
her, but that had been a bad mistake. I had quickly learned that she could hit
with shocking power and appalling speed. I was a grown man, and I'd never been
hit that hard before by anyone! The pain had been so intense that I'd found
myself really scared of being hit that hard again. I'd been intimidated by
this tall fifteen year-old! Even now, the bruises still hurt where her blows
had landed.

She had been in total charge when she had locked me in the cell. And with two
doctors injured when the truck had crashed into the side of the building, she
seemed to have gained all the authority she needed to keep me here, whether I
liked it or not. For the time being at least, there was nothing I could do. To
her I was John Trevak, and she was quite capable of making "John Trevak" obey
her.

At last the cell door opened. It was Brionn.

She wore a small white, sleeveless top above white jeans. There was a thin
gold bangle on her left wrist. She always wore something that left her broad
shoulders and strong arms exposed to view. Her arms were exceptionally long,
and you could see that they were quite muscular, even when relaxed, but
nothing outstanding. When she flexed, however, these huge biceps appeared like
magic, rising and swelling into huge mounds of power. They had to measure over
sixteen inches around. Her broad shoulders gave her body an athletic 'V'
shape, and her marbled waist, which could just be glimpsed beneath her short
top, looked no more than 25 inches around.

"Okay, Trevak," the girl said. "You're shipping out this morning."

"What?" I said. I had forgotten that she'd promised to have me put on the list
of patients to be transferred to other facilities whilst this place was being
repaired.

"I'm going to the Prindon facility with you." Brionn said. "And this is your
new photo I.D." She leaned forward, to pin a photo pass on to my jacket. I
noticed a photo of me, and beneath it, the name John Trevak.

"No!" I objected, trying to tear the badge off. This would be one more thing
forcing me into the Trevak identity. "My name is David Harmon!" I yelled.

"Sit down - right now!" the five foot ten girl ordered. The edge of steel in
her voice gave it enormous power, particularly when you cosidered the force
that backed it up. It took all of my effort and willpower not to obey her at
once. I stopped yelling, but I stayed on my feet. I couldn't let this
fifteen-year-old alter my identity like this. I had to get out into the main
facility and find someone who would believe I was David Harmon, and who would
help me. "I'm not Trevak." I repeated.

"You don't expect me to believe that?" said Brionn. "You have a history of
playing every trick in the book to get out of here. I've seen the records.
You're not fooling me, and I'm not going to let you disturb anyone else in
this facility. You're going down to the transport now. Those are my orders."

"No!" I said trying to force myself out between her and the door.

But Brionn's arms stretched out between me and the cell door. Long and heavy,
they made a solid barrier that barred my way forward. No wonder this kid could
hit so hard! At fifteen she already had long, dominating arms most fully grown
guys would envy. As if reading my thoughts, she tensed her arms, and those two
massive biceps suddenly rose out of nowhere in the middle of her arms, twin
boulders of muscle that looked startlingly powerful.

I began to panic a little, shouting for help, trying to force my way past, and
out into the facility. But the solid arms didn't budge a centimeter. Then,
with disconcerting speed, Brionn took a sudden step forward and to the left as
her long arms coiled beneath my armpits from behind and then up behind my
neck. Her arms felt cool and soft as they linked behind my neck - but only for
a moment. In an instant they had turned to solid, immovable steel, as the
dense muscles hardened.

I couldn't move. I couldn't fight the dominating strength in those big arms of
hers. It was humiliating! I was being held like a naughty child by a kid young
enough to be my daughter. But she held all the power. Her arms were like
stone. The pressure they applied was awesome. My whole body was being forced
forward beneath them as if a two hundred and fifty pound weight had suddenly
been laid on the back of my neck.

"Are you okay, Miss Landeck?" one of the male orderlies asked.

"I'm just fine," Brionn's voice came from just behind my ear as her powerful
arms kept on tightening behind my neck in a fierce full nelson. Her grip was
so solid, I could feel the blood being cut-off from my trapped arms which hung
uselessly at my sides. How did this girl get so strong? My neck, my whole
body, was being simultaneously crushed and forced forward by those rock-hard
arms. The pressure on my neck was terrible. I felt giddy, weak. My head began
to spin. I felt blackness closing in on me, as I was bent double, my head
forced down toward my knees. The cell started to spin, and I went out like a
light.

I came round strapped firmly into the seat of a transport vehicle. My neck was
stiff and bruised and I had a fierce headache. The transport was in motion and
Brionn was seated with two male orderlies nearby.

"Whuh?" I moaned.

"Miss Landeck put you out," the older of the male orderlies said. "You were
making trouble up in your cell, and the kid here just squeezed you into
neverland without any trouble at all. You've been out about forty minutes."

The transport was like a prison wagon, with small high windows that it was
hard to see out of, and no contact with the driver. There were two other
patients being transferred, a thin young man in manacles, strapped to a seat,
and an older man who was also strapped in place, but it looked more to stop
him falling out, since he was semi-conscious. The older male orderly, who
looked about forty, adjusted the straps holding me in my seat. He was six foot
tall and solidly built.

"I don't want to be transferred," I said. "And I don't want this name tag..."

"I don't give a damn whether you want to be transferred or not!" the man
growled. "You're going to Prindon."

"How far away is that?" I asked.

"Another four hours," Mac, the younger of the two male orderlies answered. He
was about five feet ten, and slimly built. He occupied a padded seat next to a
small fixed table. I guessed he was about 22 years old, and wore a white
regulation shirt with short sleeves. "You're pretty fit to handle a full grown
man like that," he said to Brionn. "Aren't you just fifteen?"

"Yes. But I've done the full orderly training and I'm real strong. I can take
care of most guys, whatever age."

Brionn now had a loose shirt and sunglasses on. She flexed her right arm, and
suddenly this solid ball of muscle appeared within the loose sleeve, quickly
appearing to fill it. As the five foot ten girl continued to flex, the muscle
began to stretch the heavy fabric until the previously baggy sleeve was
stretched taut around this boulder of muscle that now stood above her arm.
"Wow!" Mac said. Brionn smirked.

"Do you armwrestle?" he asked.

"Do you wanna try?"

Brionn squared up with the slim twenty-year-old across the small table. She
linked her hand with his - and just slammed his hand down hard onto the table.

"Shit! You're strong!" he gasped. "That was so fast!"

Brionn continued to hold his hand pinned to the table, suppressing a smile as
he struggled unsuccessfully to free it.

"How did you get that strong!"

"I work out a lot, and do martial arts." Brionn released his hand and flexed
her victorious arm once more, producing an impressive display.

"What about you?" she looked across at the older orderly. "Fifty bucks says I
can take you."

"You're not close to my size," said the six foot Bradley.

"Okay. A hundred bucks," said Brionn.

"Have you got it?"

Brionn took the bills from her jeans pocket and spread them out.

"I warn you, though," Brionn said. "I've got real strong arms."

And to everyone's surprise, the larger man struggled from the start, as the
girl's muscles swelled and her arm hardened. His arm hardened too, but
Brionn's muscles just looked so heavy and impressive on her far slimmer body.
Although her body was a hundred pounds lighter than his, her shoulders and
upper body were immensely powerful. Brionn's frame may have been smaller, but
her arms looked nearly as big as Bradley's, and it was the arms that counted
in this battle.

This was what Bradley hadn't realised. Despite his body size advantage, the
larger man was having trouble dealing with Brionn's powerful right arm. He was
pressing hard, sweating. But Brionn's long, muscular arm just didn't move at
all. Mac was shouting and yelling.

"Move it! Crush her!"

But his support only seemed to put pressure on the older man. The girl's
strong arm was really frustrating him. I could tell by the look on his face
that Bradley felt he ought to be able to crush this upstart kid easily. His
body was a whole lot bigger. He weighed so much more. But his arm just didn't
have the strength it needed to beat hers.

Brionn looked quite calm, seeming unsurprised that her arm had resisted all
his pressure. Now she gave a slight grimace of effort, and suddenly I saw
Bradley's face look worried. The teenager's long arm was increasing the
pressure! Brionn drew a steady breath, her slim, twenty four inch waist in
sharp contrast to his forty five inch bulk. "I've got real strong arms,
haven't I?" she said.

And the big man's arm was shaking... He gave a despairing look as his arm
began slowly to move backward. It was unbelievable. Now Brionn's arm was
dominating! His arm trembled more and more as he strained to prevent it being
forced downward. But the movement, once started, seemed irresistable. Ten
seconds later the back of Bradley's right hand made contact with the table.

"I can't believe it." he gasped. "You're only fifteen!"

"Most guys are surprised by how strong I am," she flexed her arm again. And I
work out a lot. I could knock a lot of guys out cold with these."

"Awesome!" Mac said.

Prindon Institution was a big place. As soon as I stepped out of the truck I
could see that. It stood on a bare hill, and had four towering wings of stone
surrounded by walls and fencing.

We unloaded in the east wing, and I was taken to a holding cell on the lower
floor. Someone booked me in, but he was just a form-filler. There seemed to be
very few doctors or nurses on this level.

A half hour later, Brionn reappeared to take me to my quarters.

"How come you're still looking after me?" I asked.

"They're understaffed here," she said, unlocking the door to let me step out
in front of her. "So they're letting me do the last five weeks of my intern
work here. I'm in charge of you, and the rest of the south-east corridor."

I was not pleased to learn this. One benefit I had hoped for from the move was
to get a new orderly who might believe my story.

"You're not going to put me in a cell until I've seen a doctor or a senior
administrator!" I said loudly, pulling away from her, and striding toward what
I guessed was the center of the complex. "My name is David Harmon," I yelled.
"I'm not supposed to be here!"

I hadn't got three steps before Brionn grabbed me, and twisted my arm
powerfully up behind my back. I howled with pain, cursing and swearing. Her
grip was like steel. It was pure agony.

"Oww. Owwww!" It felt as if my arm was about to snap like a twig. This girl's
arms were so strong! "You're breaking my arm!" I yelled.

The pressure eased off a fraction, but Brionn's strong arms still maintained
an agonisingly painful grip. "You don't do anything unless I say so, Mr
Trevak," she said angrily. "Do you concur?"

"Yes. Yes!" I agreed instantly, in far too much pain to resist.

"Okay," the girl nodded, easing the pain another fraction. "Now I'm going to
put you in a secure cell until I feel sure you're going to co-operate. She
walked me to a confinement cell five feet square, and put me in. I dared not
resist her any further. "Until I decide otherwise, you're on one basic meal a
day. Don't waste it."

"You can't do this!" I said.

"I can withdraw any of the priveleges of anyone on this corridor as and when I
decide. I just have to put it in my report.

It seemed that Brionn was still in absolute control, even here. As far as I
could see, my only quick way out of this place was to convince her that I was
telling the truth. It was galling to think that it would only take this girl
to change her mind about me, and I could be out of this cell, and on my way to
freedom. But all I'd done had just made her distrust me even more. A full day
passed with me confined to the small concrete isolation cell. A silent
assistant brought my one basic meal. Brionn had forbidden him to communicate
with me. I saw no-one else but Brionn.

It was noon the next day when the girl finally unlocked my cell door. Today
she was wearing white trousers and a sleeveless white top. "Are you going to
behave?" she asked.

"I'll behave." I nodded.

"All right. You can come out, but mess up again and I'll put you straight back
in here for a week."

"Am I going to see a doctor now?" I asked.

Brionn shook her head. "You're low priority and the hospital is flooded with
patients. You'll see one some time next week."

I didn't argue. Brionn clearly had an awful lot of power over the level of
confinement I would experience here - at least until a doctor saw me. I walked
ahead of her into a large common-room, full of tables, chairs, and a dozen
male patients of various ages.

She pointed to a chair in the corner. "Sit there quietly, and I'll get your
permanent room organized." I saw that there was a nurse doing something on the
far side of the room, and there were three other helpers. I wondered about
trying to speak to the nurse, but decided it was best to obey Brionn's
instructions for now.

She spoke to one of the assistants, telling him to go off and fetch some
blankets and keys. He was in his thirties, but he stopped what he was doing
and obeyed her immediately. Brionn had only been here a day and already she
looked in complete charge of this section.

Suddenly one of the guys the nurse was dealing with started shouting. He leapt
to his feet angrily, throwing over the table, standing six feet tall. "That's
Kohn and Nurse Williams," someone whispered, as the guy caught the nurse by
the shoulders and hurled her forcefully into a locker. Then he began to run
toward the corridor.

But Brionn intercepted him, stepping straight into his path. Without any
further warning, she sent four big punches driving into his face and body.
Krumm. Krummm. Krummmp Krooomm!.Everyone in the hall stood still, their mouths
dropping open. The noise of the impacts was shocking. And the five foot
tenner's four huge punches simply destroyed the big guy. I knew how hard
Brionn could hit, but even I was shocked.

The guy's body buckled and bent like a rag doll as her heavy fists impacted,
his body thrown backward into the concrete wall by the sheer force of the
punches. The girl's third blow caught the side of his head and sent it
spinning round to crack into the wall. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth,
splashing the painted brickwork. The final blow went in just under the right
side of the ribs, producing a fearsome groan of pain, turnlng into a loud howl
that almost masked the sound of cracking ribs.

After that damaging fourth punch, Brionn took a step back to study her victim,
a scowl on her face.

Propped up against the wall where Brionn's punches had left him, Kohn doubled
over, moaning with pain, his arms protecting his stomach, where Brionn's
second blow had driven in. The guy had no defences left. The blood was pouring
from his face as he doubled over, gasping for breath.

"Ooouuugghh!!" He cried out again, as he made the mistake of trying to move,
this time falling to his knees with another moan of pain. He didn't look like
he'd be getting up soon. Not under his own steam. The powerful fifteen
year-old continued to watch dispassionately as the inmate completed his
slow-motion slump to the floor, lying on the ground in the fetal position and
moaning.

Brionn relaxed, assured now that Kohn no longer presented any sort of a
threat. Even she seemed a little surprised at how much damage she had
inflicted in so short a time.

"Get a trolley for this guy and put him in a cell," she ordered.

"He looks like he'll need a doctor," Nurse Williams said

"You can call one down to take a look at him if you like," Brionn said. "But
he can wait till this place is cleaned up. He won't die in the meantime. I've
hit guys that hard before.." She flexed her right arm again producing this
enormous boulder of a muscle.

The nurse stared at Brionn's arm, impressed. "Wow! I never would have believed
you could do that - especially at your age! Kohn is one of our most
troublesome patients."

"I thought I'd give a little demonstration," the 15 year-old orderly said,
glancing round at the silent patients. "Nobody gets away with that sort of
thing on my watch." Two assistants brought a trolley. Brionn, then bent,
scooped up the six-footer in her arms, stood up straight, and laid him on a
trolley. Her body was so strong that she seemed to lift him with no visible
effort.

"Right," she turned to the other patients. "The rest of you will go back to
your rooms quietly. Free association is cancelled for today."

"But..." one of the patients began.

"No arguments," Brionn said firmly. "Do it now."

The eleven remaining patients stood up and began to shuffle back to their
rooms. I remained where I was in my corner.

"Are you okay?" Brionn turned to the nurse, who had been cut in the fracas.
her foot had been twisted when she'd been pushed into the lockers.

Nurse Williams limped toward her. "Can you help me over to the table?" She
pointed to the adjoining examination area.

"Easy!" Brionn stepped across to her and swept up the nurse in her arms,
turning to carry her over the wreckage of falled chairs and tables.

"You're doing this easily!" Nurse Williams exclaimed. "You're so strong! I
can't get down." Brionn reached out to push aside a table, supporting her
burden on just one arm.

"Wow!" the thirty year-old nurse enthused. "Even my boyfriend can't do that!"

"Perhaps he should work out more," Brionn said, setting her down on the couch
in the treatment area, and removing the nurse's shoe.

"I can't see any injury," she said.

"I think it's just a bruise," the nurse agreed, checking. "I think I can stand
now."

"That's good." Brionn picked her up off the examination couch like a doll, and
set her back down on her feet. She stood behind her, her arms looked dominant
as they encircled her from behind, and adjusted her uniform, straightening it.
The other woman allowed her to do it. However it was clear that Nurse Williams
couldn't stop those strong arms doing whatever they wanted. Brionn clearly
enjoyed her power over the thirty year old.

"I feel so safe, surrounded by those strong arms." The nurse seemed totally
awed by Brionn's power. She couldn't get over it. Brionn just made her arms
solid and Nurse Williams couldn't budge them. "Wow!" she squealed. "They're
like iron! They feel like they could crush me totally!"

"Perhaps they can." Brionn's big arms circled and tightened, They didnt look
out of place on Brionn, but compared to Nurse Williams smaller body you could
see how powerful they were. As they tightened around the nurse's body they
suspended her eight inches off the ground, encircling her like two muscular
pythons. She tried to struggle, to free herself, but Brionn was just too
strong. The thirty year-old nurse was like a little kid in the slim teenager's
grip. The combined strength of her two arms was overwhelming. Nurse Williams's
writhing ceased as her body was immobilised, As Brionn's big arms tightened
even more, Nurse Williams began to gasp for air, struggling a little more
desperately for a moment before slumping into unconsciousness. I watched as
Brionn laid her out once more on the couch, then came back to order me to help
right the tables and chairs.

It was fully twenty minutes before Nurse Williams cane round.

"You've got such a powerful grip," she said. "At the end I couldn't even
breathe.."

"That wasn't an effort," Brionn said as she stretched her long, heavy arms
once more. "I was only using about half the power I could put in if I wanted
to. If I'd used it all I would have broken your ribs."

"You're boasting now," Nurse Williams said.

Brionn frowned and walked up to one of the large, four foot high, wheeled
metal cannisters that stored clinical waste. It was two feet across. She swept
her arms around it picking it up as she began to squeeze. The metal looked
strong and was the thickness of a large cooking pot. At first she seemed to
make no impression as her muscles hardened. Then a dent appeared in one side
of the cannister.

As we both watched, we began to hear a groaning and creaking from the metal.
Then as her arms piled on the pressure, a bigger dent, more of a deep buckle,
began to appear in the cannister.

As the cannister began to crumple inward, her arms linked. "I've got better
leverage now." she said, "so I can apply a lot more pressure," True to her
word, there was a deep groan from the cannister, and then a continuous
crumpling sound as the girl's linked arms began to crush with full force.
Another huge buckling dent appeared in the cannister side. The whole cannister
was caving in at once now, collapsing under the pressure.

Her arms continued to crush the buckled metal cylinder until the two sides of
the circular cannister had been forced together where her arms constricted it.

Releasing the now hourglass-shaped cannister, she wrapped her arms about
either end. Then she squeezed again, folding the whole four foot tall
cannister over on itself. Unwrapping her arms again, she held the remains of
the waste cannister up against the concrete wall with her left hand. Then her
right delivered a heavy punch to the upper end. The metal groaned and buckled
inward. Eight times more her solid fist slammed in to the folded metal, each
time denting and flattening another unruly section of the metal. In just over
a minute, her arms had turned the cylinder into a flat square of metal. With a
slight effort, she folded it in half and dropped it into another cannister.

"Those are such impressive arms," the nurse wowed as I approached.

"Look nurse," I said. "I'm not Trevak. I oughtn't to be here. There's been a
big mistake!!"

"He's Trevak, all right," Brionn said. "I came here with him. He's here on a
court order. He's a multiple absconder and a congenital liar. It's all in his
notes."

"They're not my notes!" I yelled. "I'm a cleaning worker!"

The nurse pointed to my photo ID. "That looks a lot like you, doesn't it?"

"She made me wear this!" I pointed at Brionn. "I'm going to tear it off!"

"No you're not," Brionn said firmly. "Or I put you straight back in a
punishment cell. Now go quietly into your room." She pointed to a nearby cell
with a bed and a set of drawers.

"You'd better give him 15 cc of sedative today," Brionn told Nurse WIlliams.
"He usually gets 10, but it isn't calming him down."

"Are you sure?" the nurse asked.

"Yes," Brionn said. "We'll see if that settles him down."

The nurse nodded and prepared a syringe.

"You can't do that!" I objected. "She's just fifteen! Still a kid! She's not
medically qualified."

"Miss Landeck is in charge of the patients on this corridor," the nurse said.
"So she decides whether or not you need more sedative. As long as the dose
isn't dangerous, I just give you what she orders."

I was surprised that she seemed to have no objection to doing what Brionn told
her.

"Hold out your arm," Brionn ordered.

I hesitated.

"You'd better do what I say." There was a warning in her voice that made me
capitulate at once. I held out my arm, and was injected.

I lay on the bed trying to stay awake, but it was a losing battle against the
drugs. I'd thought things might change in this new place but, if anything,
Brionn's power seemed to be even greater here. The place was understaffed, and
the orderlies ran nearly everything. You were lucky to see a doctor once a
week, or a nurse once a day. I was beginning to fear that Brionn held all the
cards...

I felt myself passing out.