False Alarm
by Alpesco
Ludmilla imposes order.


The apartment I shared with Ludmilla and Rick was a big high loft conversion
in an old warehouse block. The payback for all those stairs was that it was
spacious with a high roof.

Ludmilla liked to exercise first thing each morning, especially on days when
she couldn't get to the gym early - so we had a hundred and fifty pound
leather punchbag swinging from the rafters on a heavy chain. She also had an
old iron barbell which she used mainly for curling. However she generally
started her morning routine with 150 sit-ups. One hundred free, then fifty
with a thirty pound weight held behind her head. It was tiring just to watch
her. She was wearing a small cropped top, and her squared stomach muscles
rippled like the ocean as they pulled her six foot two frame up into a perfect
L-shape, then lowered it again.

After this she would do push-ups. Ludmilla's arms were long, over six foot six
from fingertip to fingertip, and her flexed biceps were a big seventeen and a
half inches of explosively potent muscle. The blonde Ukrainian generally found
ordinary push-ups too easy, so she would get me or Rick to sit on her
shoulders to provide extra resistance. Today she was going strongly with the
150 pounds of Rick seated on her shoulders, his legs stretched out in front of
her. She did ten press-ups with impressive ease, her big triceps and
volleyball-like shoulder muscles rippling and swelling as she pushed both
their weights up off the ground to full extension, then lowered them both to
the floor again. Another ten push-ups followed without a pause, all to full
extension, all at a rate of nearly one per second, and only now was she
beginning to slow down.

"You never made it much above twenty before," I said, as I sat at the
breakfast table, watching the big muscles of her arms blaze and flare, etching
themselves into granite hardness with each rep.

"I feel strong today," Ludmilla said, beads of sweat beginning to run down her
long arms. "I'm going to go for thirty."

"Your best ever is 24!" Rick said, hanging onto her shoulders. "You won't do
it."

"Ten dollars says I get to thirty." Ludmilla gasped.

"Done."

Ludmilla's heavily-muscled arms bent once more to lower them both to
horizontal, then pressed upward for the 23rd time, raising at least two
hundred pounds in combined bodyweight as they forced themselves straight. Her
back was straight as a board, emphasising the narrowness of her 28 inch waist
and the lean flare of her lats. She pumped out three more reps, but she was
slowing now. I kept expecting her to stop, to give up - but she gave a deep
frown of determination and kept her strong arms moving. Down her body went,
and then up again, three more times. Her arms and shoulders were flooded with
blood now, turning a deep pink. She gritted her teeth, her arms quivering as
she forced out one more rep, making it to thirty. But even now, she didn't
stop. She closed her eyes, and managed two more slow reps before slumping to
the floor.

"That was awesome!" I said as an amazed Rick got to his feet. "Thirty two
press-ups with 150 pounds on your shoulders!"

Ludmilla rolled over and climbed back to her feet. As she turned to face us I
could see the defined abs set like brickwork across her stomach.

"Those are some ab muscles!" Rick said.

Ludmilla looked pleased. "Even when I was fourteen I had a solid stomach, my
twenty year-old brother could never hit hard enough to hurt me there."

"That was a good session," she grinned. She had amazing powers of recovery.
The way she could train in the gym was awesome. Some of the smaller girls were
as intense, but they couldn't move he massive amounts of weight Ludmilla could
throw around. "My arms are definitely getting stronger!"

She raised her two big arms and flexed, flipping us both out as a rock hard
mountain range of muscle rose before us.

The sight of Ludmilla's flexed biceps always made me feel I would pass out.
She knew how awesome they were. They were just so huge, so powerful. The
rocklike muscles of her arm and shoulder swelled to massive boulders nearly
eighteen inches around, making her fourteen inch neck look slender in
comparison. A guy with an arm like that could have me swooning at his feet
anytime he wanted.

Ludmilla put on some black trousers and a black top that was cut away to
expose every inch of her big arms.

We were both working as hostesses at a reception in a big downtown investment
house that day. I handed out drinks to the assembled businessmen, bankers and
city officials. Ludmilla directed people to the various courtesy rooms and
exhibits. Her exposed arms, highlighted by the cut away black top, caused a
sensation, backed up by her strikingly beautiful face. Several of the
photographers wanted a picture, so she stood on the carpeted stairs to the
upper gallery and flexed for them. There were ooohhs and aahhs from the nearby
people as the muscles on her already-impressive arms swelled, hardened and
defined. They were massive. Her biceps and delts towered like craggy boulders
above the plane of her arms. The display was equally impressive from the back
or the front.

Mr Alsterman the organiser asked Ludmilla to make sure that no-one went along
the private corridor to the boardrooms. "There's a fire drill scheduled for 3
o'clock," he said. "But don't let anyone come through this way. Send them to
the main stairway."

Ludmilla nodded.

An hour later, when I'd finished handing out the drinks, I went down the
passage to find Ludmilla standing where the corridor to the boardrooms led off
the main passage.

"Are you okay?" I asked as the alarm went off for the fire drill. I checked my
watch. It was just before three.

Ludmilla nodded. "It's been very quiet. I've missed all the fun, standing
here."

Just then three men came running along the passage toward us.

"You can't come through here!" Ludmilla said. "It's private."

"Didn't you hear the alarm?" the first of the men yelled as he made to push
past. "There's a fire! Get out of my way!"

He was surprised when Ludmilla just stretched out her long arm and stopped him
dead. He must have weighed at least 250 pounds.

"That's just a drill." She raised her eyebrows. "And I've told you, you can't
go through here!"

"I don't care what you told me!" The big man pushed forward again, with more
force. "There's a fire!"

"There is no fire." Ludmilla's outstretched arm didn't budge an inch as the
big man pushed against it. I could see he was surprised at this since he
weighed at least sixty pounds more than she did, and he was pressing forward
strongly. But still Ludmilla's single arm prevented him moving forward.

"Don't tell me there's no fire!" The man roared. "No stupid corporate bitch is
gonna get me burned alive!" He swung at her, his fist sailing toward her head.
"Get out of my way!"

I watched as the six-feet-two East European ducked easily under the larger
man's blow. Her movement was almost elegant, like a dancer, as she withdrew
her hand from her assailant's chest, and drew it back behind her. As her hand
drew back, I watched it curl into a big angular fist. I knew what was coming.

KERACCKKK! Her big right arm powered forward like a released catapult, driving
its new-formed fist heavily into the big man's midsection.

Her opponent gave a sharp cry of surprise as he experienced the heavy shock of
the blow. Despite their visible muscles, few people realised how strong
Ludmilla's arms were. She trained them really heavy, and they were appallingly
powerful. The guy's whole body shuddered, buckling with the force of the
impact as he doubled over and flew back into the corridor wall, crashing into
the concrete with a heavy thud.

Ludmilla looked at him dispassionately as he groaned, and gasped desperately
for breath. She knew how strong she was. He had had no idea of the sort of
punch she could produce - until now. He was propped against the wall for
support, doubled up in pain, hardly able to breathe.

Ludmilla had just moved her arm once, and this 250 pound man was all but
finished. Every bit of fight seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes
were watering, and he winced with pain as he tried to move, as if she'd
cracked one or more of his ribs. He seemed incapable of straightening up.
"Ooooooaooooww!" he moaned.

The delicate features of Ludmilla's face transformed themselves into a sneer
when she realized how easily he had been defeated. "Now you do as I say," she
ordered. "Turn around and go back the way you came."

"Okay!" he groaned, acknowledging the vastly superior power of his opponent,
holding up his hand to ward off any other blows she might feel inclined to
launch. "You didn't have to hit me so hard! I'll do anything you say, just
please don't hit me like that again!"

All this while the other two guys had been watching in disbelief. "No way!"
The first of them said at once. He was tall with light brown-hair. "There's no
way that broad is sending us back. We're going through!"

"Yeah," his companion glowered. He was five ten, black, and heavily-built.
"Who the hell does she think she is?"

"You want to be careful, Max," the first man wheezed. "She's some kind of
martial artist. She can hit real hard!"

"She's the one who needs to be careful!" the tall white guy said. He was as
tall as Ludmilla, and quite heavy built, though not so heavy as his companion.

Ludmilla frowned. "I'm giving all of you one chance to go back quietly," she
said. I could see she was in a feisty mood now, quite confident in her ability
to enforce her authority on these guys, her strong arms hanging loosely at her
sides. "There is no fire. Turn back, go down the passage, and leave by the
main stairway."

"One chance?" the tall guy repeated angrily. "We'll show you what to do with
your One chance.." He strode forward.

This time Ludmilla did not wait for her opponent to launch the first attack.
The six-foot-two blonde scowled, balled her right fist, and sent it scything
up and forward, straight into Max's ribs. The blow was so fast and Ludmilla's
reach so long, that he was unable even to react, let alone do anything to halt
it.

WHOOOMM! The blow did not sound particularly loud as it drove home, but the
effect was immediate.

"Oooooww! Oooooooooooowwww!!" The tall guy howled like a small kid. He was no
kid - he was around 30, but I could see he couldn't believe the pain produced
by Ludmilla's lightning-fast punch. I'd seen her put in fast, hard punches
like that before. And they always did a lot more damage than they appeared to.
They looked like probing jabs, but Ludmilla's arms were so strong that even
her jabs were shockingly powerful.

From the way the tall guy was moving, I was sure that the punch must have
cracked some of his ribs. Getting punched by one of Ludmilla's fists was like
getting hit by a falling housebrick. Her fists were stone-hard. And she
trained them several times a week, punching thick sacks full of gravel.

The tall guy was really shaken, hugging his chest where her blow had impacted.
"Oh, No. No. No!" he moaned. "You broke my ribs!"

But Ludmilla had no time to pay him further attention, for now the second guy
was upon her.

Before he could get within arms-reach, Ludmilla had turned, and ripped a
punishing left out of nowhere, hard into the side of his face.

Cracccccckkkkk! The punch was huge, so fast I barely saw it. I just felt the
sensation of explosive power as it struck. The big African literally flew
across the hallway, crashing hard into the passage wall. His head hit the
brickwork so hard I feared that alone would knock him out. He staggered a
couple of steps away from the wall. But already he looked out on his feet. He
moaned in pain, bewildered, clasping his shattered cheekbone. He looked as
though he had no idea what had hit him so hard. But the six foot two blonde
wasn't finished with him yet. She took a swift step forward, and then
unleashed her big right arm, sending it driving deep into the gap beneath his
ribs.

"Uuuuuuuarrrrrrgh!" The five foot ten figure dropped to his knees, clutching
at his midriff. He retched, convulsed, and collapsed onto his side, where he
began to throw up across the floor. Ludmilla could hit frighteningly hard when
she wanted to. And she seemed to have decided to punish these guys today. I
guessed from the look of shock on the guy's face, that he'd never been hit
that hard before.

Somewhere to her right, Max now made the mistake of taking a step toward her.

KRUUMMMMPPPP!

Ludmilla used her big right arm again, this time to send her fist plowing into
the ribs of her taller opponent. I could see the thick muscles along her arm
coil and flow as they drove her solid fist home.

"Ouuuuggghhhhhh!" Max's whole body was slammed backward into the passage wall.
"Ouuuuuagghhhhhh!" He doubled over, howling in pain. He tried to straighten,
but couldn't, still moaning as he swore and gasped for air.

"You've just had two punches so far," Ludmilla said, her fists tightly
clenched and ready to strike quite a few more times if necessary. "Do you want
me to give you another two?"

Max shook his head desperately, moaning something inaudible as he backed away
from her.

I was amazed that Ludmilla was having no trouble at all taking out these guys.
In fact she was giving them a real bad beating without even breaking sweat!
She just seemed to be demonstrating how hard and fast she could hit with those
powerful arms of hers.

But now another man was storming down the passage - a security guard. He stood
at least six feet four tall, and must weigh a good 290 pounds.

"What's going on here!" he roared.

"She attacked us!" Max pointed at Ludmilla. "She won't let us through!"

"I was only.." Ludmilla began.

"Get out of the way!" The huge security guard pushed her aside with so much
force that Ludmilla staggered four paces backward.

I saw Ludmilla glower dangerously as she steadied herself, then she took two
strides forward.

"Be careful, Ludmilla!" I warned. I knew this guy was a different prospect to
the other three. He was far better trained, and easily a hundred pounds
heavier than Ludmilla was, and most of that extra weight was muscle.

But Ludmilla was angry now, and without hesitating, she sent a blistering
right crashing into the big man's jaw. The blow rocked his whole body
backward, sending his head twisting back. I was startled to see a stream of
blood pouring from his mouth, and trickling down onto his uniform as he spat
out two teeth. His jaw looked misshapen and was clearly badly broken.
Ludmilla's arms were so powerful.

I couldn't believe she'd been able to hit so hard, yet with such speed. What
was even more astonishing was that the big man still looked stunned, falling
back.

Without pausing, Ludmilla took another step forward and then powered her heavy
left straight into the right side of his face with enormous force. If
anything, this punch was even harder than the first. It was a truly
astonishing blow. The huge punch wrecked his nose and right cheekbone, hurling
him so fiercely into the passage wall that he rebounded off it, and straight
back toward her.

This gave her time to prime a really big punch.

KRRROOOOOMMMMM! The guard's whole body seemed to buckle and cave in, as her
big right arm sent its angular fist tearing into his midriff.

This was by far Ludmilla's biggest punch yet. Her whole body uncoiled into it;
legs hips, chest and arms uniting in one flowing motion, to drive it home.

At once the big guy's forward movement stopped dead, as he doubled right over,
groaning and gasping for air. He staggered five paces backward, then fell to
his knees, moaning in pain. "Ooooooow. Ooooooooowww!" he cried. "You've hurt
me bad! You friggin' bitch! You've bust something inside of me!" There were
tears in his eyes. Ludmilla looked quite small beside him, but her strength
was clearly more than enough to enable her to hurt the larger man badly.

She was so powerful I nearly orgasmed. She'd only hit this big man three
times, and he was on his knees blubbering.

Ludmilla's pale muscular arms contrasted boldly with the black top. They
looked really large and powerful as she allowed the dense muscles to flicker
along them.

Now she bent. Slipping one long arm between the kneeling man's legs as the
other curled round his shoulders, she straightened once more, picking the huge
guard up in her arms! I gasped. He was so much bigger than her; taller and far
heavier, but her muscular arms just scooped him right up off the floor as if
he were a pasteboard dummy.

He cried out in alarm as her powerful arms swept him up to shoulder height,
and above. Her left arm now halted, but her right arm continued to straighten,
raising his legs high over his head. She held him like this for a moment,
almost upside down, suspended six feet off the floor in her long, corded arms.
As her body stretched upward, her black top separated from her pants, exposing
a deeply-cut six-pack of abdominal muscles rippling and tensing across her
stomach.

Ludmilla was just so strong! This guy must weigh nearly 300 pounds, but she
was handling him like a baby! Her raw strength sent thrills coursing through
my body. My knees felt weak.

Ludmilla now took a half turn to her left, and then slammed the big man to the
ground, right on top of two of the three others. The whole floor shook,
rattling the doors along the passage, as the big man's weight crashed into it.
He, and the two men beneath him, groaned in pain. Ludmilla drew a satisfied
breath as she turned toward me. The muscles of her thighs had stretched the
fabric of her pants skin-tight. You could see the definition through the
material. She flexed her big arms for my benefit.

Those huge boulders re-appeared, a solid mass of muscle rising above her long,
long arms.

"Take that as a lesson, all four of you," Ludmilla said calmly to her four
groaning male victims. "Don't dare to use violence on me. Understand?"

"Yes, miss," all four admitted in turn.

"Okay," Ludmilla ordered. "You sit there quietly along the wall. And you don't
move unless I say so."

"But the fire.." one pleaded.

"There is no fire!" Ludmilla said. "Just sit and be quiet."

"No!" It was the tall Max who shook is head. He had escaped the weight of the
huge security guard crashing into him, and had regained some will to resist.
"I'm not going to sit here and be burned alive! Who the hell do you think you
are anyway?"

Ludmilla's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to show you that right now."

Her fist drew back, then launched abruptly forward, passing less than two
inches to the left of Max's face as it exploded into the office door right
behind him. There was an earsplitting roar, as inch-thick wood shattered and
splintered at the point of impact. Ludmilla's stone-hard fist drove into the
solid door, and right through it, leaving a jagged gash in its upper left
corner and sending deep cracks running through the middle of the door.

"Wow!" Even from where I stood, I could see that the guy was shaking like a
leaf. He knew that if Ludmilla had chosen, that awesome punch would have
driven straight into his face. And there was nothing he could have done to
avoid it. Lt was just too fast and too powerful. He could only imagine the
damage that terrifying blow would have done to his facial features if they had
been in its way, rather than the door.

"Stay exactly where you are," Ludmilla ordered. "Don't move as much as an
inch."

She drew back her big right arm once more. To him it must now seem like an
awesome loaded weapon.

"Please!" he begged, shaking visibly at the prospect of Ludmilla's solid fist
tearing into his face. He had seen the terrible damage it could do, and he
knew that there was nothing he could do to avoid it.

"Keep perfectly still," Ludmilla said softly. "Or you'll get badly hurt."

He froze.

Again Ludmilla's right arm exploded forward. Almost too fast for the eye to
follow. It missed the right side of his face by just an inch, to tear into the
solid door behind him. There was a boom like a small bomb going off as her
fist impacted, then a cracking, tearing and splitting of timber as the whole
center of the door caved-in before Ludmilla's bony fist. Breaking right down
the middle, the door burst apart, to reveal the empty office behind. Max was
terrified. I saw a dark patch of wetness discolor his pants as the whole door
disintegrated inches behind him.

Before the last remains of the door had hit the floor, Ludmilla's powerful
right arm was drawn back once more, primed, and ready.

"I haven't given you permission to move yet," she said, looking down at his
urine-stained pants. The fist that had just destroyed the inch-thick wooden
door didn't even look bruised. "My fists are very hard," she said. "They can
break concrete blocks. Do you believe that?"

"Yes. Yes, miss." the guy was blubbering in humiliation and fear. I thought
his legs might give way beneath him, but he dared not move, in case that might
provoke Ludmilla to drive that awesome fist straight into his face.

"I can destroy your face before you can blink," Ludmilla said, her own
undamaged face strikingly beautiful, even the make-up unsmudged. "I just have
to order this arm to strike, only this time I won't make it miss. It won't
stop. It will smash into your nose and mouth and jaw like it hit that door -
and with exactly the same result.. Do you want me to do that?"

"No!" I'd rarely seen a man so frightened. The wet patch on his pants grew
even larger. "Please don't hit me! Please!"

"You will do everything I say?"

"Yes. Yes!"

"Kneel."

He fell to his knees at once, hugging and kissing her powerful legs in
gratitude for being spared.

"Enough!" Ludmilla said tearing herself away. "It looks like someone's locked
the main doors. So now we better had get out of here." She pointed along the
passageway.

The four guys were completely overawed by Ludmilla's strength now. And it was
awesome, I thought. She'd completely humiliated these four big guys with just
the power of her well-developed upper body. Not one of the four men was
without an injury, and they limped slowly along, nursing bruises, cracked ribs
and bleeding wounds.

The men went on down the corridor, which ended in a big, empty boardroom.

"There's no way out," the second man said. "This passage is a dead-end!"

"We'll see." Ludmilla had spotted a heavy grating fixed to the wall. It was
three feet square, and seemed to cover a communication shaft.

"Stand back and keep still," she ordered. "I can open this."

The men obeyed as her right hand reached out to grip the outer edge of the
iron grating. Bracing her left hand against the wall, she began to pull back
with her right, as if she were drawing a bow. The big muscles swelled and
rippled along her right arm and shoulder, thickening and hardening until they
seemed carved out of marble. And amazingly, the inch-thick metalwork groaned,
screamed and began to move.

It seemed that nothing could resist the power of Ludmilla's powerful arm
muscles. There was a dark cracking from the wall as the metal supports of the
grating started to rip out of the concrete, anchor by anchor! Ludmilla's
muscles swelled, and a chunk of plaster a foot across came off the wall to
crash to the floor. The men watched in awe, as with a tortured screaming of
metal, the whole grating began to bend to Ludmilla's remorseless power. The
iron grid began to bend back, an inch, three inches... And still Ludmilla's
arm did not relent. It kept applying the tremendous pressure.

With a frown of concentration, she bent the iron grating back a foot from the
wall. The inch-thick metal bars began to squeal and scream as her powerful
arms continued to torture them, forcing them to distort and bend. Within
moments the outer edge of the grille was two feet from the wall - almost
enough to squeeze through. Ludmilla's strength was awesome!

More supports tore free of the concrete as the grille bent even further back.
The gap was wide enough to squeeze through now, but Ludmilla was fully engaged
in her task, determined to use her raw arm strength to rip it apart
completely. The bending and screaming and twisting of metal, and the crumbling
of concrete went on and on, as Ludmilla continued to exert her prodigious
strength.

There was a sudden creak, then a roar, as a minor avalanche of plaster and
concrete tore free of the wall - and suddenly the three foot iron grating was
away from the wall and hanging, bent and twisted, in Ludmilla's right hand.
Her fingers released the bars to let the twenty pound grating clatter heavily
to the floor.

"That felt good," she said, swinging her long, muscular arms to restore the
circulation. Every muscle was pumped and defined. They looked awesome. "It
would be great to do that every day. Now let's get out of here. Hurry!"

Within minutes we had found the stairway and were out of the building.

The four men who had challenged Ludmilla all needed hospital treatment - a
total of twenty one days, I heard - setting broken bones, treating bruises and
dentistry. The security guard needed minor surgery to his abdomen, where
Ludmilla's big punch had torn some stomach muscles from their moorings. I also
heard a couple of the guys intended to sue her for damages, but we never got
any papers.

What did Ludmilla do? She got our pay from Alsterman, then went to the gym to
do her regular two hours on the weights.