Ludmilla and Sammy
by Alpesco
Ludmilla takes on in the bar.


I'd arranged to meet Ludmilla in a bar near her gym. She liked to cool off
with a tall drink there. I looked around the crowded lower barroom for her. It
shouldn't be too hard to spot the six-foot-two, twenty-five year old eastern
European.

I finally located her in a group near Sammy Vachu, a well known bar customer.
She was standing right beside him, which emphasised the contrast between their
physiques. Ludmilla was tall, with a narrow waist, but broad muscular
shoulders. The short black dress she wore exposed long, solidly-muscled arms
and legs, which seemed to account for at least half of her 160 pound
bodyweight.

Sammy, on the other hand, weighed close to three hundred pounds, but only came
up to the blonde Ukrainian's shoulder. Beside her, he looked almost round. His
face was hidden in cushions of fat, so that it seemed he had no neck at all.
His huge waistline was over three times Ludmilla's twenty eight inches. He
wore a black tracksuit bottom and a huge, flowery shirt which seemed stretched
almost to bursting over his huge body. Not that he was all fat. He claimed
once to have been a fighter. His chest was as big as his stomach and looked
pretty solid.

The comparison emphasised just how tall Ludmilla was. The hemline of her
black, sleeveless dress was level with Sammy's waist, and from there down it
was all leg. Her long left arm hung down from near the top of Sammy's head to
his upper thigh. Ludmilla's arm was not just long, but heavy with muscle.
Relaxed, at seventeen inches, her arm looked at least as broad, if not broader
than Sammy's shorter, pudgier arm.

Ludmilla laughed at something. The bunching deltoids at her shoulder looked
almost as large as her face. As I approached, I saw that one of the girls from
the gym had brought in a baby to show off.

Ludmilla picked up the baby, holding it in one arm. As she curled her arm, the
big bicep rose and swelled. It was still undefined, with so little resistance
pressing down upon it, but it was already bigger than the baby's head.

As Ludmilla handed the baby back, Sammy suddenly bent and picked her up in his
stocky arms. People laughed at the comparison between the tall amazon, whose
long body extended far to each side of the stockily muscular Sammy. I noticed
that he was sweating, and grunted as he took the weight. "You're heavier than
you look, girl!" He said, setting her back down.

"That's because my body's nearly all muscle," Ludmilla said. "I weigh over 170
pounds now, and my target is one eighty!"

"Sammy weighed nearly 300 last time I heard," someone said. "No-one can lift
him."

"Oh Yeah?" Ludmilla studied him for a moment. Then she bent. Her right arm
swept beneath Sammy's knees. The big muscles tensed, swelling and hardening as
her powerful legs straightened. And to everyone's surprise, her long arms
began to raise the bulky form of Sammy right up off the floor! And they
continued to lift him until they had him cradled at waist height!

Her arms looked really impressive now, the heavy biceps and broad deltoids
swollen and etched stone-hard.

The whole bar cheered and whistled as she spun round with Sammy in her arms.
Surprised to have been lifted, and fearful of falling, Sammy tried to struggle
free. But Ludmilla's astonishingly strong arms just tightened their hold as
their blocky muscles grew even harder. Her left arm held both his legs trapped
firmly in place. Her strong right arm curved beneath his back like a steel
girder.

"There, there, my baby! " Ludmilla laughed, not seeming at all distressed by
Sammy's weight.

"Hey!" Sammy tried again to fight his way free. "Put me down!"

I could see how surprised he was to find his struggles totally ineffective
against the six-foot-two, twenty-five year-old's powerful arms. Ludmilla's
arms were big, even for someone her height. They were outrageously long, and
the muscles were thick and well-developed. Now that they were pumped, her
heavy arms made her waist look small, her whole upper body just a platform for
the dense array of muscle that powered them. Those big, pale arms just held
firm as they resisted Sammy's struggles, raising him six inches higher, so
that her narrow waist could clearly be seen beneath his spreading body.

Only after holding him where he was for another full minute, did she allow her
muscular arms to relax and set him down on his feet again. The crowd cheered.
Sammy was nearly twice her weight, yet this good-looking blonde had lifted and
carried him more easily than he had lifted her. She flexed her right arm. The
people whistled in appreciation. The bicep that gathered out of her upper arm
was so big! It began long, rounded, but still surprisingly large - then, as
she flexed, it hardened, gathered itself, and towered into a massive ball of
muscle that looked as hard as stone.

"Wow!"

"Hell!" Whistles filled the room.

"You're strong, girl," Sammy said, recovering his composure now, after the
disconcerting experience of being lifted and spun round by his
twenty-five-year-old young woman. "But you picked the wrong guy to fool with.
Now you're gonna see what I can do."

He made a sudden grab for her. But before his arms could make contact, the
tall blonde had spun around and was behind him. Her big right arm snaked
around his neck and clamped tight. Sammy cried out in surprise, fighting to
free himself of the powerful restraint round his neck, but Ludmilla's arm was
immovable as stone. The swelling muscles defined and hardened into granite
shapes as she tightened her hold. The swelling deltoid at her shoulder now
nearly as big as his head. Sammy's voice began to rasp.

Her left arm lanced out to grasp his and force it back, further pinioning him.
Her arms were so much longer than his that they could pull his back
uncomfortably with little effort. Sammy was well and truly trapped. He tugged
at her forearm round his neck with his one free hand, but seemed able to make
absolutely no impression at all against that powerful arm.

Now Ludmilla stretched her long body, pulling her captive up on to tip-toe,
his neck still clamped tight in the crook of her right arm. I watched the
solid bicep grow even larger, as she applied still more pressure.

The room was silent. Sammy began to choke and splutter. Most of his weight was
now supported beneath his chin as he was held on tip-toe. His face, already
bright red, was now starting to darken and grow purple. The crowd watched in
disbelief as the tall blonde continued to demonstrate her crushing strength,
her powerful right arm unyielding as it continued to pile on the pressure. Her
larger captive was completely unable to move now, Ludmilla growing in
dominance with each passing second.

Sammy's eyes began to flicker. His struggles weakened. His head lolled
backward, and his body began to go limp. It was hard to believe, but the 170
pound girl was not only completely dominating her 300 pound captive, but
stretching and squeezing him into complete submission! There was nothing he
could do against the remorseless power of her crushing right arm. Sammy's eyes
closed, and his body went limp.

The room was completely silent as Ludmilla relaxed her grip and let him slide
down to sit sprawled on the floor.

"He'll be okay," she said, looking down at him. "I didn't keep the pressure up
for very long."

The crowd remained silent as she bent to squat beside him, only reacting when
she swept her arms beneath his back and legs, then straightened her strong
legs to power them both upward, lifting the 300 pound man in an open cradle.

Ludmilla drew a deep breath as she finally stood erect, her long legs striated
with power-packed muscle. Her nostrils flared as she continued to cradle the
unconscious Sammy in her amazingly strong arms. His head, arms and legs swung
limply down as she turned in a compete circle to display him to the watchers.
From in front you could only see her head and shoulders above Sammy's vast,
curving stomach as she continued to hold him four feet off the ground.
Ludmilla was triumphant, displaying her extraordinary strength by cradling the
300 pound man she had just reduced to unconsciousness. I knew Ludmilla was
strong, but this display of her power sent thrills coursing through me.

Only sfter another minute did Sammy began to show signs of coming round.

"Sleepy baby!" Ludmilla grinned, beginning to bounce him gently up and down as
he opened his eyes.

"What happened?" Sammy said. Everyone laughed at his dazed expression. He
looked round, beginning to realise where he was. "Put me down!"

"When you're able to stand on your own," she said, her arms continuing to hold
firm beneath his massive weight. "You'd fall over if I put you down now."

"You choked me.. You choked me out!" he recalled, lying there, looking across
at her thick traps and bunching shoulder muscles. "Your arm - round my neck..
like iron.. You are very strong!"

"Only just noticed?" Ludmilla answered.

She lowered Sammy back to his feet, then rested one arm on his shoulder, which
was just about level with her fully rounded breasts, the erect nipples
straining against the black cloth of her dress. Taller than him by a head and
neck, she looked easily over his head at the watching crowd.

Stepping back, she raised her arms and flexed them in a big double bicep.
Everyone cheered.

Sammy scowled. I could see that he was growing increasingly angry at his
discomfiture. Clearly intent on restoring his lost dignity, he strode
purposefully toward her. But all Ludmilla had to do was extend those long arms
of hers in front of her. The palms of her hands pressed against his shoulders,
keeping him at arm's length.

It was a simple tactic, but very effective. And there seemed to be nothing the
big man could do against it. Her powerful shoulders packed enough muscle to
hold him off with ease, she was able to keep her slim body completely out of
range of his much shorter arms. Even when his arms grasped hers and tried to
force them aside, he found that he couldn't move those long columns of muscle.

People began to laugh at the incongruous sight of the big man being held so
easily at bay by the far taller girl. Ludmilla grinned as, almost without
effort, her long arms continued to hold an increasingly angry Sammy at bay.
Furious, he tried to kick out at her, but her arms were holding him so far
from her, that even his legs couldn't reach.

"Slow down, Sammy," she purred. "You aren't going to hurt me. Look." Ludmilla
moved her left hand from his right shoulder to the middle of his chest. Then
she withdrew her right hand altogether. People laughed to see that she was
still holding him at bay with just one hand. Sammy had managed to push a
couple of inches closer, but Ludmilla's left arm was still enough to hold an
increasingly frustrated Sammy out of reach. He tried to lash out at her,
sending his right fist scything within inches of her face.

"You better not try that," she warned.

Sammy's fist lashed out a second time.

"Okay," Ludmilla said. "I warned you." I saw her right hand close into a
large, blocky fist, and I knew what was about to happen.

She was safely out of range of Sammy's arms, but what Sammy hadn't realised
was that he wasn't out of range of hers. Her long right arm sped silently in
toward him. And even though she didn't seem to be putting all of her effort
into the blow, it impacted his massive chest with a deep boom.

The sound echoed across the room as her big fist drove in to his body. And to
the astonishment of most of the onlookers, Sammy groaned deeply and staggered
backward, holding his bruised chest. He fell back four paces and came to a
halt, wheezing and gasping for breath.

"I bet you thought you were so big I couldn't hurt you," Ludmilla said. "But,
as you see, I can hit very hard."

"Bitch!" Furiously Sammy charged forward once more, swinging wildly.

Again Ludmilla's long left arm stretched out to bring him to an abrupt halt.
Then her right struck again. This time there were two sharp crumps, as two
swift hammer blows crumped into his body. It happened in little more than a
second, but again, the larger man was sent staggering backward by the sheer
power in the blows. Sammy was spun round through 180 degrees, and sent
staggering away from the twenty-five year-old, coughing and gasping for
breath. Mad as hell, Sammy stumbled forward again. But Ludmilla was waiting.

Kracckk! Krraccckkk! Her right arm shot forward twice in the space of a
second. Once again, the large man fell back, this time clutching his face, and
bleeding.

Ludmilla did not go after him. She just stood, watching as he steadied
himself. He wheezed as he wiped trails of blood away from his left eye and
nose.

The crowd was hushed.

"You can't hit me like that!" Sammy roared suddenly. "I'm strong. I'll break
you in pieces!"

"You may be strong," Ludmilla said, "but you can't get close enough to touch
me. And I can really hurt you with these arms if I want to. They can do bad
permanent damage - so you'd better stop."

"We stop nothing!" the big man roared as he came charging back.

"Okay." Ludmilla's long, densely-muscled arm drew back. "It looks like I'm
going to have to teach you a little respect..."

This time her left arm didn't stretch out to stop Sammy gently. Instead, her
powerful right uncoiled to drive an enormous blow deep into his body. The
heavy shock of the impact stopped him dead before he got within four feet of
her.

KAROOOOMMMMM! The sound echoed round the barroom. People gasped at the sheer
noise of the impact as Ludmilla tore her blow in.

The fading crash of the impact combined with Sammy's loud roar of pain as his
body simultaneously doubled over and flew backward fifteen feet. He was only
brought to a halt when he crashed solidly into the rear wall. He tried to step
forward, but the blow had done more damage than he realised. He managed only
two steps before he stumbled to one knee, having to support himself with both
hands on the floor.

It was clear that Sammy was in no shape to continue this unequal contest. He
was slowed and dizzy. His face was streaming blood. He had not as much as
touched Ludmilla, but he had already taken a lot of damage. He might be almost
twice Ludmilla's weight, but she appeared to be at least his equal in raw
strength, and his clear superior in reach and punching power. And she could
project that intimidating power far better than he could. Not only could she
hit him before he could get within range of her, she could do terrible damage
with each powerful punch. And I knew she was capable of landing a hell of a
lot more of those damaging punches.

"You've got no chance at all of beating me," Ludmilla warned. "Step forward
again and I'll just hit you even harder."

He had no real choice but to acknowedge the superior power of this blonde six
footer. But I could see that he didn't want to submit to Ludmilla - especially
not in front of all these people. He managed to get back up.

"Stay down, Sammy," someone said.

"You better listen," Ludmilla said, tightening her fist. "If I hit you again
I'm going to really hurt you."

Sammy glared at her, grabbed a tall bar-stool and made a rush toward her,
swinging it in front of him. The crowd opened up before him as Sammy ran at
the tall east-European.

Ludmilla's long leg kicked languidly upward, the heel crashing into the stool,
deflecting it away from her, and tearing it out of Sammy's hands. It flew half
way across the room, to clatter, shattered, into the bar.

The disarmed Sammy continued his rush, trying desperately to hit out, but
Ludmilla was just too fast. Her big arm exploded forward and upward into her
opponent's torso, the blow seeming almost to lift the three hundred pound man
right off his feet. The deep crumping sound made me shiver as Ludmilla's big
shoulder powered the blow deep into Sammy's chest. It drove him staggering
back a third of the way across the barroom.

Sammy looked shocked. Ludmilla had not ripped a punch this hard into him
before. I could see that he was in pain, and completely disorientated,
stumbling out of control, unable to co-ordinate his own movements. Even as he
tried to remain standing, he doubled over once more, groaning and clutching
his lower chest where Ludmilla's blow had landed.

But the pain seemed only to have made Sammy madder. He bellowed with fury,
trying to stand straight and focus on Ludmilla. But he was too badly hurt. I
could see that some of his ribs must be broken, and he couldn't stand
straight. With a wince of pain, Sammy crashed into a table, then fell to his
knees, trying desperately to support himself against a chair.

"Have you had enough yet?" Ludmilla took a step backward, the arm that had
done all the damage, tense, the large slabs of muscle twitching in readiness
to explode into action once more.

Sammy said nothing. Again he tried to rise, his eyes glazed. But this time
Ludmilla stepped purposefully forward, bent her knees, then circled one long
arm beneath his right leg, the other around his shoulders. She straightened
with a soft grunt, lifting the 300 pound man's body right up off the floor!
There was a gasp of disbelief from the watchers as Ludmilla's strong arm
raised Sammy's legs up and up, until they were at chest height, then shoulder
height, then above. Her left arm continued to support his shoulders on a level
with her chest, as her solidly muscled right arm pivoted his lower body higher
and higher above her head.

The semi-conscious Sammy had been raised almost to vertical now, his body
upside-down, his legs pointed to the ceiling. Ludmilla held his huge body in
this position for a moment, her tall slender body supporting his squat and
massive form. It was like looking at a slim pillar holding up a small Japanese
car.

Only when she'd held his body in this position for about half a minute, did
she slam his three hundred pounds solidly down onto a low table in front of
her. The dark wooden table shattered to matchwood as Sammy's body crashed
right through it to crump into the wooden floor. The noise of the impact was
awesome - it was as if a loaded refrigerator had been dropped right next to
you from two floors up. The whole room shook with the impact, pictures fell
from the walls. Drinks toppled over. A mirror crashed into pieces, and bottles
and glasses fell from shelves behind the bar. Sammy gave out a low shuddering
moan, then lay completely motionless on the floor.

Ludmilla turned away.

"Shit. You're strong!" A man gasped.

"Did you really need to do that?" asomeone else said.

"You saw him," Ludmilla said. "I needed to put him out - if I hadn't stopped
him then, I'd have had to keep using my fists - and that would have done him a
lot more damage."

"Shall we call an ambulance?" someone asked.

"It might be best," Ludmilla said as she turned for the exit. "He should come
round again sometime today. But he'll still be needing a good deal of medical
care."