Ludmilla 
by Alpesco
Ludmilla has some trouble on an evening out.


My friend Ludmilla and I share an apartment near the Fairfield Plaza. We work
together in the same bar, and we go out together a lot. My name's Pam, I'm
brunette and five foot seven. But Ludmilla always attracts the attention.
She's blonde and six foot two. She's also really strong.

There had been two guys in the bar that night, who had bought us drinks and
kept us laughing. They claimed to be something in banking. One was Rod, the
other Brodick. Both were around six feet tall, with Brodick being shaven
headed and more strongly built. We got off work about 2 am. And there they
both were, waiting for us outside the back door. They offered us a lift home.
Normally we wouldn't accept lifts from strangers, but the guys seemed okay,
and we were together.

Of course the guys suggested we stop off at their place, which was a converted
warehouse apartment, big and spacious, with all sorts of odd sculptures and
art objects. They began to ply us with more drinks, doubles and trebles.

"So, Ludmilla, you don't sound like you're from round here." Rod said.

"She's from Eastern Europe," I said. "She's only been living here three
years."

"And how do you like America?" Brodick was beginning to get quite drunk.

"Fine. Fine." the six-footer said. "Land of opportunity, yes?"

"Are they all like you out there?"

"No." Ludmilla laughed. "Even in my village I am a big girl." She stripped off
her jacket, and for the first time revealed her startling upper body. I looked
to see the reaction.

Ludmilla liked wearing tight clothes on her six foot two frame, and tonight
she wore a short skirt that made her long, sleekly-musculed legs seem even
longer, and a black cut-away top that exposed her broad shoulders and her
surprisingly large arms.

"Wow!" Rod's eyes widened. "Those are some arms!"

People always noticed her upper body more, because that stood out. Her legs
were extremely long and rippled with shapely, well-packed muscle, but her arms
and shoulders were spectacular.

Ludmilla raised her arms and did a double bicep. I love it every time she does
a double bicep. Her arms are huge. Being six foot two, her arms are naturally
big, but she's been working out since she was a kid, and when she flexes you
see the results. These two huge slabs of muscle gathered on her upper arms,
swelling and hardening as they contracted, until they looked like NFL
footballs.

There was a whistle from Rod. The guys looked shocked at the awesome size and
density of Ludmilla's arms. I didn't notice either of them taking off their
jackets to make comparisons.

"They're seventeen and a half inches, cold, each arm," Ludmilla said with a
smile, her huge arms seeming to dominate her otherwise slim upper body.

"She's very proud of her arms." I added.

"See!" Ludmilla reached upward with her long right arm and clamped her hand on
one of the bare steel beams that supported the ceiling. Again she flexed her
arm, the big bicep swelling and growing huge as it pulled her whole 180 pound
bodyweight up off the floor in a smooth, one-arm chin. She held herself there,
her chin level with the beam, her feet two feet off the floor. then lowered
herself almost back to the floor again before repeating the chin six times.
After the sixth easy chin, she dropped back to the floor, not even out of
breath.

"That sure is impressive!" Rod gasped.

"I don't like too many muscles on females." Brodick said.

"If that's the way you feel," Ludmilla said. "Perhaps its time we leave."

"Not yet," said Brodick. "We didn't spend all that money on you for nothing."

"Do you think you were buying us with your drinks?" she frowned. "I think
perhaps you better take us home now."

"That's right," I said. "We want to leave!"

"You'll leave when we say so!" Rod stepped forward and pushed me so hard in
the chest that I was driven back across the room to fall heavily on to the
sofa.

"You are nothing but a bully!" Ludmilla said angrily, catching hold of his arm
with her right hand.

Rod stared across at her strong arm. "You think you've got something to say to
me?" he glared. "Those big soft muscles mean nothing. They're all show."

"Yes?" Ludmilla purred, looking down at him. Her three inch heels made her
look even bigger than she was. Then suddenly the muscles flickered into life
along her arm as she began to twist his arm backward. I noted the look of
surprise on his face when he discovered that he could not stop her powerful
arm forcing his back. Alarmed, he brought his second arm round to grab hers
about the wrist, and together his two arms managed to draw Ludmilla's single
arm to a halt.

At once he tried to build on his advantage by twisting her arm backward. That
was when he got his second big surprise. For Ludmilla's long, muscular arm
just didn't move. It stayed obstinately exactly where it was.

Rod pushed solidly forward with both his arms. I could see him put more and
more effort into the struggle, straining both of his arms in the attempt to
force that single arm of hers backward. But the big muscles of Ludmilla's
right arm and shoulder just hardened and defined, while her arm remained stock
still. I saw Ludmilla smirk as the deperate Rod tried harder and harder to
move it.

"Is that all you've got?" she sneered. She looked magnificent in her tight top
and short skirt which displayed her long, sleekly muscled legs, as the
six-foot man fought to overpower her one arm. I could see him shaking and
sweating as he struggled in growing disbelief to move it.

Seeming to lose patience, Ludmilla broke the grip of his right arm with her
left, using her right arm to twist his other arm right round and up behind his
back.

Rod let out a yelp of pain as Ludmilla's right arm again held him prisoner,
forcing his whole body forward as it twisted his arm painfully up his back.

"Owww. Owwww! Owwwwwwww! Let me go!" he began to whine as Ludmilla's heavy
bicep swelled to an even more impressive peak as it forced his arm higher and
higher.

"You don't treat ladies like that," her voice was firm yet soft. "Understand?"

"Leave hold of him, you bitch!" Brodick yelled, barging angrily into her.
Ludmilla staggered several steps backward. In the confusion, she lost her grip
on Rod, who stumbled to the floor, nursing his damaged arm.

Steadying herself, the amazonian blonde turned to face her new assailant.
Brodick was the same height as Rod, but more heavily built at over two hundred
pounds. I knew Ludmilla weighed only 180 - but then Ludmilla's 180 was solid
muscle.

Her right arm swung round and pushed Brodick angrily away from her. He
staggered backward, clearly surprised at the tall Ukrainian's strength.
Bringing himself to a halt, he narrowed his eyes, then threw a big punch with
his right to the side of her head.

This was where Ludmilla's years of dance experience told. She swayed
gracefully down and to the right, letting the punch fly past her left ear. I
watched in satisfaction as she used the same movement to draw that big right
arm of hers back, twisting her body away from Brodick as she evaded his punch.

Then her fist exploded forward, her body uncoiling to drive it into Brodick's
exposed midriff. A fraction of a second later, her left came crashing in after
it.

Even after knowing her for two years, the power of Ludmilla's big arms still
amazed me. Brodick's body buckled under the first huge punch. It impacted with
the sound of a sledgehammer hitting a tight-packed sack of cement. The crump
of the blow was united with a sharp hissing sound, as most of the air was
forced out of Brodick's lungs. He doubled over, grunting in pain.

Ludmilla's second blow, landed in exactly the same place, and it hit with the
same massive power, sending him careering backward into the wall. Such was the
power that Ludmilla's heavy arms could generate, that he hit the wall with a
solid crump that shook the apartment.

He gave a deep groan of pain, gasping for air. It seemed all that he could do,
after taking those two big punches, just to remain on his feet.

"Shit," he gasped. "Oh shit!" Suddenly he doubled-over and began to throw up
on the floor. It was a full minute before he could stand erect again.

"Has that been enough for you?" Ludmilla asked icily, her big arms heavy with
pumped muscle now, her fists tight clenched. "I can give a lot more."

In answer the two hundred pound man looked up at her, then gave out a roar of
fury, charging suddenly toward her. I leapt back to my feet in alarm.

But Ludmilla seemed almost to be expecting this. Her right fist dropped behind
her, level with her upper thigh. As Brodick came into range, her big right arm
suddenly swept skyward in a swinging uppercut. I watched it power upward like
a guided missile to connect perfectly with the base of his jaw.

Ludmilla is extremely strong, and when she's angry, she seems to get even
stronger. That massive right arm of hers looked as unstoppable as a pile
driver as it powered up and up, exploding into Brodick's jaw - and kept on
going.

There was a sickening crack as it connected, united with a dull moan of pain
from the six-foot Brodick as his head was hurled fiercely backward. His whole
body seemed to be lifted six inches in the air by that one colossal punch.
Ludmilla's power, when she focused it, was awesome. This two hundred pound guy
was literally lifted off his feet, and sent flying backward to crash into the
ritzy CD unit.

He fell heavily on to it, reducing it to a pile of mangled chrome and plastic
beneath him as he sprawled out on the floor. I could barely look at Brodick's
face. His jaw was a complete mess. It looked thoroughly mishapen and broken in
at least three places. A stream of blood ran from his mouth. I figured it
would take a team of surgeons a long time to put it all back together again.
He moaned in pain and shock for a moment, then fell silent.

"Shit!" I said.

"Are you ready to go?" Ludmilla looked at me and raised her eyebrows,
stretching her powerful arms out on either side of her like wings.

"I suppose so," I said. "Do we need to call an ambulance? You hit that guy so
hard!"

"He'll live," she said. "He was lucky I had to take him out quickly when he
charged me. If I'd had more time to deal with him, I'd have given him a lot
more to groan about."

"I think he'll have plenty to remember you by," I began, then shouted, "Look
out!"

Rod had got back to his feet behind her. He had got hold of a heavy metal
statuette, and was preparing to hit her with it.

Quick as a flash, the six foot two woman spun round. Blocking Rod's arm with
her upraised left hand, she sent her right fist screaming into Rod's face.

It wasn't that hard a blow for Ludmilla. She hadn't had time to put a lot of
power into it. But it hit the hundred and sixty pound man hard in the left
cheek. I heard the distinct snap of bone as her opponent was sent staggering
back into a life-sized replica of an egyptian mummy-case that stood upright in
one corner of the room.

He crashed heavily into it. The impact rocked the hollow, six foot tall
casket, making the painted wooden lid swing open.

I could see that Ludmilla was real angry as she strode toward the bleeding
Rod. I realised I wouldn't like to be Rod at that moment. He'd tried to brain
her with a metal statuette. There was no chance of his friend getting up off
the floor anytime in the next hour or two, and the amazonian blonde had more
than enough power in her dominating upper body to make mincemeat of him.

"You think that's a good thing to use, do you?" she pointed to the fallen
bronze statue on the floor.

"Don't hit him too hard!" I pleaded, fearing she might permanently disable
him.

I watched her left arm lash brutally round to land a heavy slap across the
right side of his face.

Ludmilla's arms are really strong, and the blow was no pat-a-cake. Rod gave a
moan of pain as the stinging slap echoed around the room. The sheer weight of
the tall twenty-five-year old's blow sent him careening back into the wooden
mummy-case once more. With the lid already swung open, Rod hit the back of the
case, almost knocking it over as the lid swung half-shut behind him. I
glimpsed fierce red welts rising across his face.

As Ludmilla stepped purposefully toward him, he instictively clawed the lid
shut on himself for protection, the face of a painted sphinx replacing his in
my view. Ludmilla attempted to pull the wooden lid back open, but Rod was
desperately holding the box shut from the inside.

Ludmilla rapped the side of the half-inch-thick casket with her fist. "Are you
coming out yet, you brave guy?" she drawled.

There was a muffled oath from within the box.

"Okay," Ludmilla said. "We'll play games. I've got a good one."

Stepping behind the upright casket, she wrapped her long, heavy arms around
the wooden mummy-case.

"What are you trying to do?" I asked.

"You'll see," Ludmilla's voice came back as she linked her powerful arms
around the mummy-case, joining them at the wrists.

Realising that something was happening, Rod was trying to get out now, but he
had no chance of pushing the lid back open against Ludmilla's linked arms.
They surrounded the casket like twin pythons, sinuous and powerful. Even so, I
didn't know what to expect. Then I saw the big muscles swell on Ludmilla's
arms as she applied a surge of pressure. Apart from a slight creaking from the
casket, there seemed to be little effect. I saw her face set as she
concentrated, then the muscles bunched across her shoulders as she applied
another crushing squeeze.

I began to hear a low creaking and cracking coming from the painted casket, as
though the wood was coming under some strain. Ludmilla was certainly very
strong. Again her eyes narrowed. I saw her arms tighten, the big muscles
hardening and defining as they applied yet more pressure. And at once the
creaking grew louder. Now for the first time I heard the unmistakable sound of
a low ripping and tearing of wood.

The tearing grew louder and deeper as the blonde's heavily muscled arms
maintained the incredible pressure. I saw her take a breath and squeeze again.
There was a loud crack, like a gunshot, and a small section of the lower
casing caved in and gave way!

I could hardly believe what Ludmilla's arms were doing. The wood of the mummy
case was half an inch thick! But it was actually starting to break up beneath
the enormous crushing pressure of Ludmilla's arms. Spurred on now, the tall
beauty concentrated even harder, frowning as the big muscles on her arms
swelled again, etching themselves into stark outline.

There was a whole sequence of cracks and ripping, tearing noises as Ludmilla's
powerful arms at last began visibly to move inward. The painted front of the
mummy case began to break apart as it was crushed by the apparently
irresistable force. Large shards of wood began to break away and fall to the
ground.

From inside the casket I heard Rod's first cries of alarm as shattered
fragments of wood began to drive into him. The ripping, cracking and tearing
from the casket was continuous now. I watched in disbelief as Ludmilla's
powerful arms began to crush up what remained of the casket like a pasteboard
shell. Ludmilla's grip was awesome! The painted head broke away and fell to
the floor amid a shower of splintered wood. Her arms had simply destroyed the
casket, so that it offered no more protection to the writhing figure of Rod
inside.

Within seconds Rod was revealed crushed in Ludmilla's anaconda grip. Her arms
circled his lower chest, continuing to constrict remorselessly. I could see
now that Rod stood no chance at all against the combined power of the amazon's
deadly arms.

Already he was gasping for air as Ludmilla's implacable grip continued to
tighten. His struggles grew weaker as I heard the dull crack of his lower ribs
breaking under the relentless pressure. Ludmilla drew a breath, and her arms
stopped moving, although they did not release their pressure, holding her
captive suspended six inches off the floor for several moments. Then, at last,
she permitted the big muscles of her arms to relax. Her grip eased, to let Rod
slip, unconscious, to the floor.

As for the mummy-case, it was a complete ruin, reduced to a few jagged shards
of wood around its base, and a pile of kindling alongside the body of Rod.
Ludmilla raised her big arms and then flexed them in triumph. The muscles
looked even bigger and harder now that they were pumped, the seventeen and a
half inch biceps dwarfing her clenched fists.

"Wow!" I said. "That was amazing!"

"My bearhug is getting quite effective." Ludmilla turned and got her jacket.
"It encourages me to work out more."

"I suppose this means no lift home." I said dolefully, looking at our two
unconscious hosts.

Ludmilla squatted beside Brodick for a moment, then stood, brandishing a set
of car keys. "Of course we have a lift home," she said.