The Power of Karen (illustrated)

by Alpesco

How powerful is this young woman?



Karen Sandwood stretched her long, long body, reaching up with her right hand to an overhanging branch. The six foot two inch tall blonde amazon clamped her hand around the branch, establishing a steely grip. She gave a thin smile, then she began to flex her bicep. I watched, transfixed, as the big muscle rose on her right arm. It hardened and swelled, expanding massively as the arm began to draw her up off her feet. The huge bicep seemed to flood with power as it grew, pulling the whole of her one hundred and ninety pound bodyweight easily up off the ground. She continued her slow, powerful flex until her chin had been drawn three inches above the branch and her feet were dangling nearly a yard above the ground. Supporting herself with that single arm, she stretched her long left arm up to grip an even higher branch. At once she began to flex her left bicep, drawing herself even higher as she released her right.




I looked across at Dex, who had bet that he could reach the top of this hundred foot tree faster than she could. He was one of a handful of people who lived within twelve miles of Karen's isolated, Rocky Mountain farmstead. Karen had told him to try. But while the five foot nine young man had begun to scramble up the tree trunk in the normal way, the twenty-eight year-old blonde was so strong that she was able to climb smoothly upward using just her arms. Her long legs dangled free as she simply stretched up another lean, muscular arm to grip a higher branch, and then flexed once more to pull her body smoothly higher. She was thirty pounds heavier than the rangy Dex, but her sheer power was moving her up through the swaying branches much faster. She was already ten feet above Dex, the branches bending and creaking as she pulled her nearly 200 pounds of solid bone and muscle steadily upward with the sheer power of her arms. Dex tried to scramble up faster, but he couldn't find enough good holds, and his feet began to slip on the trunk. Karen looked down at him with a smirk. The reach of her long arms was huge, giving her ample choice of branches to latch on to. And every time she gripped a branch, she merely flexed those massive biceps of hers, and drew herself even higher. Dex was little more than half way up the tree, when Sandwood performed a ninth smoothly powerful flex and drew herself easily up to the topmost fork.

"That's ten pounds of the best mountain berries you owe me," she said with a grin. The young woman who laid unofficial claim to this whole twenty-five mile square area of isolated mountain country raised her free right arm and flexed it. I felt an involuntary thrill run through me as a truly outrageous bicep rose into view.

"I didn't know you could climb like that!" Dex wailed.

"This way is a lot more efficient," Karen said, "..if you can perform multiple one-arm pull-ups with each arm." She glanced approvingly at the huge cannonball of muscle that towered above her right arm.

Dex tried to draw himself up with one arm as Karen had done, but he failed, hanging from the branch, only able to pull himself a few inches higher. Dex was one of a handful of people who Karen allowed to live on the extensive area of land that she claimed in these mountains. She permitted him to live in an abandoned cabin in exchange for doing several days work each month on her holdings. It was an arrangement that gave her half a dozen loyal workers, who lived dotted around this wilderness. All of them seemed to accept her rule over this mountain, and they obeyed her orders as if she were its lawful owner.

"You're real strong!" he said, lowering himself to the ground.

Karen nodded, then stretched out her left arm to grip a nearby branch,. The dense arm muscles swelled again as her hand tore the six foot branch right off the trunk with a ripping snap. Then she let it go, to crash heavily to the ground.

"Shit!" Dex said, as he scrambled away from the tree. I watched Sandwood's strong arm continue to do its work, tearing off a second branch, and then a third, creating a broad gap in the canopy as the heavy timbers crashed to the ground.

"I use this tree as a look-out point," the twenty-eight year-old said as her arm ripped an even larger branch from the tree and sent it crashing downward. "..and I need a clear view." Karen was resculpting the hundred foot tree with ease! It seemed like nothing could resist her power.

Returning to the ground in the same way she had climbed up, she ordered Karl and me back to work. Then she spoke quietly with Dex before sending him back home.

My name is Rosa. At least that's the new name Karen has given me. Four months have gone by since she first brought me and my thirty five year-old boyfriend Karl – formerly Vince – to this place. I was about the same age as Karen Sandwood, but she was in complete authority here. She made all the rules, and did whatever she liked. We had learned, very painfully, that she had the power to keep us here, and to punish us in any way she wished. My boyfriend was thirty seven, he weighed slightly more than Sandwood, and was only four inches shorter, but her strength was on a whole other level! We were not even allowed to question or debate her orders. And she used our earlier attempts at rebellion to justify her decision to cut us off from all contact with the outside world. The tall twenty-eight year-old's power was absolute.

She told me to follow her as she walked over to the corral. There were two horses here now. The newest was still limping from her harsh treatment of it eight days before. Placing one hand on the top rail, she vaulted easily into the open pen. Walking forward, she stretched out her long heavy arms, using them as a barrier to part the two horses. Keeping her big arms spread, she herded the lame horse into the far corner of the pen. She stood at least as tall as it did, and her aura of authority seemed to affect both animals. They obeyed her unspoken commands at once. Reaching out a hand to calm the limping horse, she bent beside it. Then she took the horse's rear leg in both hands, her arms slowly pulling the injured leg upward and outward as she turned away. As she did so, the big biceps of her long arms swelled. The horse whinnied nervously but remained still and subdued as Karen's powerful arms flexed, forcing its slender leg higher and higher so that she could examine it. The same arms which eight days before, had twisted the leg sharply up and out, and so toppled both horse and rider onto the ground, now gently supported and tended the injured leg. The horse did not attempt to resist the strong young woman, seeming to know that Karen was in absolute command.

It seems to be getting better," Karen said, her big biceps swollen like boulders as they held the horse's leg in position. "I didn't want to hurt it, but its rider was destroying my property." Her arm muscles grew even larger as she moved the injured leg six inches higher to examine the base of the hoof. I stared, enthralled at the way her muscles grew even harder and more defined as they swelled. I couldn't hide the fact that her astonishing power turned me to jelly inside. "At least I didn't break his leg," she added. "That might not have healed at all."

"You could do that?" I said incredulously.

The six foot two inch tall young woman nodded, She increased the tension in her arms to make her biceps swell a fraction more, knowing that I couldn't take my eyes off them. "I did it once, a couple of years ago, when I was traveling in Central America. A man on horseback tried to rob me. He had a rifle trained on me, and made me walk just ahead of him. I waited till he was distracted, then I bent real fast, grabbed the horse's leg like this, and wrenched it upward. I wasn't sure how much damage I could do, but I felt strong. So I used all the power in both my arms, pulling the leg sharply up and out, hoping to topple the horse. It worked out fine, in fact I did a lot more than I expected. I felt the horse's leg snap like that. Then I heard it scream as it fell on to its side, trapping the rider beneath it. I dealt with him next. But the horse was still flailing about on the ground."

"You actually broke its leg?"

Karen nodded. "I knew my arms were strong, but I hadn't realized they'd grown powerful enough to break a horse's leg. The funny thing is that my biceps felt so good afterward. I could feel the blood pulsing through them. They were pumped and feeling stronger than ever, while this great big animal was writhing in pain on the ground. I felt bad for the horse, but it felt good at the same time that my arms had the power to do that and still be in perfect shape."

"What happened to the horse?"

"It had a bad break at the knee. I didn't like to have to do it, but it had to be put down." She released the leg watching as the horse limped across the pen. "But this one is doing fine. With a lot more rest, it should be as good as new." She turned and looked behind her.

"Where's Karl?" she suddenly asked.

"I don't know." I said.

Karen swung round on me with a sharp look of suspicion. "Come here," she ordered, her face suddenly serious.

I felt extremely nervous, but I had no alternative but to obey her.

"Where is he?" She looked into my eyes, holding them with hers. "I want the truth." Her eyes bored deep into me. "I can tell exactly when you're lying."

"You can?" I shivered, unable to draw my eyes away. I could read nothing in her eyes at all.

"Of course. I know you now. I can tell by your voice, your face, the look in your eyes, the way the pupils react. You can't lie to me. Now tell me where he is." Sandwood's arm took my shoulder. It was not a painful grip, but I could feel the strength in her hand and wrist. It was as if a steel vise had clamped around my shoulder. I couldn't move it by as much as a millimeter, and Karen wasn't even using any effort. She was so much stronger than I was physically , and the force of her personality seemed just as great.

"He didn't say.." I tried to lie again. "He may have gone up into the woods."

Karen frowned. "Tell me another lie, and I'll punish you."

"But..." I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure how accurately Sandwood could read my reactions, but this new power of hers was shocking. If I couldn't lie to her, I had virtually no defenses left. I couldn't even look away from her. She was so strong in every way. I tried to stay silent. I had faithfully promised Karl not to reveal his plan, but Karen's eye-contact completely scrambled my mind. The intensity of her stare was so powerful, I couldn't think clearly. It was no use. Karen's ascendancy over me was too great. I had to do exactly as she said.

"He was heading for the lake." I pointed downhill. "He found an old canoe there, and was planning to paddle across. He said that once he was on the far side, he would be too far ahead to be caught..."

"And you didn't tell me this?" Karen said.

"He made me swear not to say anything!"

"I'm disappointed in you," Sandwood said. "I was hoping that there would be no more deception. You've told me the truth now, but there will still be penalties, and you're never to make an oath against me again - do you understand?

I nodded, relieved when at last she released that intense eye contact.

Karen turned, and ran down toward the lake a half mile away. She could run a lot faster than I could, and I was some four hundred yards behind her when she reached the shore. I soon saw Karl. He had found the canoe and was already fifty yards out into the lake.

"Turn around and paddle right back!" Karen's voice rang out across the water.

Karl ignored her, so she ran forward, took a long dive into lake, and swam after him. Karl was paddling hard, but even fully-clothed, the tall blonde was plowing through the lake at twice the speed of his canoe. I despaired. Karl's capture looked inevitable. She closed to within three yards, then suddenly dived beneath the surface. Karl looked around nervously, unable to see where she was.

Suddenly the canoe stopped moving. Karl looked startled, continuing to paddle - but with absolutely no effect. In fact the canoe now started going backward, toward the shore. I saw Sandwood's lean shape, beneath the water, swimming easily as she dragged the canoe and its passenger back into the shallows. Karl had no chance. The twenty-eight year-old was a very strong swimmer. It was like trying to paddle against a tow-boat. Within seconds the canoe was back in the shallows just a dozen yards from the shore.

Karen stopped towing. A startled Karl was still looking around, not sure exactly where she was. I saw her head emerge from the water right next to the canoe, and just beneath him. That was when she laid on her big surprise.

There was a sudden awesome eruption of power as the six foot two inch tall blonde rose out of the water to stand erect.

I gasped as Sandwood suddenly emerged. The water had been barely three feet deep beneath the canoe, and now Karen surged erect to stand her full six feet two inches tall! But more startling, more incredible still - the whole canoe, passenger and all, came right up out of the water with her!

I cried out in surprise as the ten foot long canoe lifted right up out of the lake - the water pouring off its sides it as it rose higher and higher! It took me a full moment to take in what had just happened as Karl cried out in alarm. Then the full enormity of Karen's feat struck home. She had lifted the entire canoe, with the 200 pound Karl still sitting in it, right out of the water, to hold it cradled in her arms! She stood straight as a flagstaff, holding the big canoe at eye level, its bewildered passenger still floundering in its seat, but now held high above her.




"Karen!" I screamed, almost unable to believe what she was doing. Her strength was unbelievable, orgasmic, overwhelming! She was holding the entire canoe and my shocked boyfriend in her powerful arms - and she was making it look easy!

Turning, Karen began to stride toward the shore, the big canoe cradled firmly in her arms. A dozen determined strides took her, the boat, and the stunned Karl, through the shallows and back on to land. The 220 pound man was quivering in the seat as Karen carried him out of the water. He was unable to do anything whatsoever to affect his situation, trapped by Sandwoods appalling strength!

"Please.." Karl began.

"Don't speak," Karen commanded.

Karl obeyed as she strode silently up from the lake, carrying him straight past me and back toward the farmstead. I followed, marvelling at the sight of the canoe and its passenger being borne along almost six feet above the ground as the spectacularly powerful young woman carried them the half mile back toward the cabin.

When she reached the clearing, Karen shifted the boat in her arms, and then dropped it unceremoniously to the ground. Falling almost six feet, the canoe hit the ground hard. Karl gave a loud groan of pain as the canoe broke apart beneath him.

"Get out," Karen ordered.

Karl was clearly hurt, but he didn't dare to defy Karen's earlier command by speaking. Instead, he struggled awkwardly and painfully out of the wreckage.

She ordered him into the storm cellar. Wordlessly he obeyed. "You no longer come in to the house," she said. "You live and sleep here for the foreseeable future. Now what have you to say to me?"

"I'm sorry," Karl mumbled.

"That won't do," Karen frowned. "You broke your word. And now you will have to convince me of your reliability by your actions and by your diligent work over the next few months. Until I've been thoroughly convinced that you are fully reformed, and that all traces of dishonesty and disobedience are gone for good, all of your privileges will remain withdrawn. Now don't even look at me, either of you." She turned away and locked the heavy storm door, imprisoning Karl in the underground chamber.

I looked at my feet as the young woman turned the key in the lock. In rational eyes she was the guilty party for holding us here against our will. But here she was the law. We were the rule-breakers and the ones who had gone back on the promises she had forced us to make. She had so turned things on their head that we were the ones who were made to feel guilty.

Karen made me go back down to the lake and check that nothing important had been left there by Karl. I had just turned to come back when I saw Sandwood riding down toward me on her original horse.

She rode without a saddle, her strong legs gripping the animal's back as she sped toward me. I was alarmed that she did not seem to be slowing or changing direction. I cried out as she drew closer, the horse on course to pass only inches away from me. Then, her body swayed down toward me, and her long right arm extended. A second later I felt a jarring shock as the strong arm impacted me hard, wrapping itself around my body and hauling me along with it!

I gave a grunt of shock and alarm at the sheer force of the impact. Then I gasped out loud as Karen's powerful arm swept me right up off the ground! Disorientated, I felt Karen's arm take me right off my feet, drawing me up and across her lap as her body straightened back into the upright. The horse had hardly slowed, and I was now on board, stretched across Sandwood's lap. As the horse cantered on, her strong arms drove beneath me, and I felt myself being lifted even higher. Reopening my eyes, I discovered that she was cradling my body horizontally in front of her at chest height! I could hardly believe it. And she continued to hold me like this as the horse rode onward. Fearfully, I tried to kick free, but her arms had my legs and body firmly under control, and I could only wriggle impotently. "Oh. Karen!" I gasped, at once both winded and excited by Sandwood's astonishing strength.




"Just lie still." She cradled me easily as she rode. "You have no say in this." Her arms were so firm, I couldn't have broken free if I'd wanted to.

"Why did you snatch me off the field like that?" I gasped.

"I just felt like it." Karen raised me slightly higher in her arms. "l like to use my strength in different ways."

I felt like a doll, as if my entire body was feather-light to my captor.

"How can you ride and carry me?" I gasped.

"My legs are controlling the horse." she said. To demonstrate, She made the horse change direction to move toward the forest. Then she made it slow, come to a stop, and turn in a complete circle before moving forward again. All the time her arms remained firm beneath my body, cradling me securely two feet above her lap. "I've trained it to obey every change in the pressure of my thighs. That leaves both of my arms free to use my bow, my rifle, or for stuff like this." With that, she rode on, urging the horse higher into the mountains.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Dex told me that there'd been a rock fall at a disused trail riding station fifteen miles south of here. The building was wrecked, but a guy was found who shouldn't have been up there. The rescue team flew him back to hospital. But I'm going up to investigate."

"About Karl," I said. "You aren't really going to make him live in that storm cellar all winter?"

"That's where he'll stay," Karen said firmly. "I'm not going to change my mind on that."

"But..."

No.” Karen interrupted me. "I've said what's going to happen, and that isn't going to change. Now I don't want that subject raised again. Do you understand me?"

I nodded. The twenty-eight year-old had just closed down all avenues to alter my boyfriend's fate. I knew that when she said she did not want a subject mentioned, she meant it, and that it was folly even to try to creep around the edges of the topic. The matter was closed, and I was forbidden even to speak of it. Only Karen would decide.

Still carrying me like an infant in her arms, she urged the horse on faster, up toward a low pass and then down again into a long valley. As she rode, Sandwood looked down at me from time to time with a smile of satisfaction on her face. There was no need for her to keep carrying me like this. She just seemed to enjoy displaying her awesome strength. Or perhaps she just liked the sensation of simultaneously controlling the horse beneath her and the 140 pound woman in her arms. In any event, neither me or the horse seemed to have any power to do anything contrary to Karen's will. She continued to ride as the long minutes passed, her body swaying gently to counterbalance the movement of the horse. Ten minutes passed, twenty, then thirty, as Karen showed no sign of fatigue, or any desire to lower me onto her lap.

"Don't you feel tired?" I asked, feeling her firm arms move gently beneath me.

"Of course not," Karen said, letting me feel her big muscles swell beneath me as she tensed her arms. "I could do this with someone twice your weight." To demonstrate she raised me higher in her arms as we rode until I was almost level with her head. Lowering her face, she kissed me on my stomach. She continued to do this several times as she continued to ride. The sensation was amazing. I felt completely in Karen's power, her strength was amazing, overwhelming. I knew that she could do with me whatever she wished. She was so much stronger than I was, and she ruled this whole mountain and everything on it. Still holding me horizontally to her lips, she slowed the horse. Then her hands changed her grip, and she began to press me even higher.

"I'll fall!" I screamed.

"Don't be silly, Rosa," the twenty-eight year old said, continuing to press me steadily higher, until I was high above her head. "I can do this anytime."

She held me high above her head on horseback for a full minute as she made the horse move slowly onward. Then she lowered me back down to cradle me in her arms once more. "Don't argue with me," she said. "I'll carry you just as long as I want."

I nodded. I felt so secure now, like a baby in her powerful arms as they cradled me. "Do you like this feeling, Rosa?" she asked as she rode on.

"Yes," I had to admit.

"You're light as a feather," she said.

Fifteen minutes later we came to a dirt trail. As we followed it higher, we came to a 1940s concrete block house that had been hit by a rock-fall. The fall had demolished one end of the building, and sealed off the only entrance.

Karen halted the horse and swung herself off, still cradling me in her arms. Only then did she put me down on the ground beside her. She stretched her magnificent arms - which had now been carrying me for nearly an hour - and went over to investigate. One end of the concrete building was still standing, but the only door was buried ten feet deep in fallen rubble. However there was one window, a little over four feet wide and unglazed. A row of iron bars were fixed into the concrete blocking any attempt at entry. Karen stepped up to the window and looked through the bars.

"There's a horse in there!" she said in surprise. "It's trapped in the stable block. It looks weak. The rescue team can't have known it was in here!"

"What can we do?" I ran up to stand beside her. "There's no way to get it out."

"But we can get in."

"How?"

Karen's arms reached forward as her hands clamped about the two central window bars. I saw the thick muscles of her arms tauten as they began to apply pressure. Bracing her left hand firmly against one of the bars, she used her right to pull the other powerfully toward her, as if drawing a giant bow. She seemed to be attempting to pull the inch-thick bars apart.

"That won't work," I said. Sandwood was strong, but the bars looked anything but weak, and they were embedded in concrete.

"We'll see about that," Karen murmured, pouring even more effort into her task.

At first there was no sign of any effect. The metal bars were motionless, impervious to Karen's strength. But then... CREEEAAKK. CRAACCKKK! I began to hear noises coming from the bars.

Sandwood looked resolute, the big muscles swelling along her arms as they continued to pour on the pressure. CREE-EE-EE-EAAACKK! The sound grew louder, as to my amazement I saw the top of the iron bar begin to tremble and shudder. I gasped as thin cracks and splinters began to form in the concrete that held it in place! The cracking, crumbling sound grew louder as small chunks of concrete began to break away from around the top of the bar. Surely Karen couldn't be doing this? But before I could gather my thoughts, there was a loud crack, a long metallic screech, and then an eruption of concrete dust and fragments. I gave a cry of shock as the top of the long iron bar was torn completely free of the concrete lintel as Karen's bicep swelled!




And Karen wasn't done. Her long arms rippled with power as she continued to apply force to the metal. The inch-thick iron bar bent and bent. Torn free of its concrete restraint, the iron bar now seemed to have no defense at all against the six foot two inch tall young woman's crushing strength!

"Oh Karen!" I gasped.

The object of my adulation frowned as her arms continued to apply irresistible force. The metal groaned and bent as it was twisted further and further back. With a single loud crack, the concrete around the base of the bar broke apart, the iron bar tearing away completely in Sandwood's right hand!

"Karen!" I swooned. "I never thought you could do that!"

Karen let the deformed iron bar drop to the ground. Then she slowly raised her heavy, muscular arms and flexed them. "Not a lot can defeat these babies." She seemed to enjoy the effect as my knees went weak faced with the intensity of her power.

Lowering her arms, she turned back to the stable block. The destruction of the bar had let a gap just big enough for someone to squeeze through! I heard the trapped horse inside, groaning in distress. Squeezing through the bars, Karen dropped to the floor of the stone chamber right next to the horse. She stood at least as tall as it did, although it weighed many times more.

"It's very distressed," she said, after a few moments trying to calm it. "It must have been here several days without food or water."

"So what can we do?"

"It's trapped. There's no way to get it out of here. So there's only one thing left to do."

Karen took a step toward the horse, then she stretched out her long, heavy arms, wrapping them firmly around the horse's head. The horse whinnied in surprise, and tried to pull free, but Sandwood resisted, her strong arms gripping tightly. Bracing her long legs against the horse, she prevented it from pulling away. The big muscles hardened along her arms as they tightened their grip and then began to twist! I gasped. What was she trying to do - outwrestle this 1,500 pound creature? Surely even she could not do that?

But Karen's arms were outrageously strong. Even this great big horse simply did not seem to be able to break their grip and free its head. I waited for it to happen, but Sandwood's amazingly strong arms held firm!. In fact the six foot two inch tall young woman continued to tighten her grip about the larger creature's head and neck. I stared as her powerful arms continued to twist.

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

"I'm going to force it down to the ground."

"Karen. You can't!"

"Can't I?" Karen sounded strangely confident. She gave a grunt of effort as her whole body leaned into the twisting torque that her arms were applying to the trapped horse's head. The big muscles on her arms looked so hard and solid that they seemed to have been carved out of marble. I could hardly believe that this big animal, eight times heavier than Karen, simply could not tear its head free of her powerful arms. In fact, as I stared, open-mouthed, I could see that the young amazonian's arms were beginning to prevail! The horse's neck simply wasn't strong enough to resist those heavily muscled arms for very long! And slowly, as its neck began to tire, she was beginning to twist the horse's head around! As I watched, awestruck, her muscular arms forced the trapped head round through 10, 30, 60, and then 90 degrees.

"Karen!" I gasped in disbelief.

"I don't have to be heavier than it is to beat it," she said with a soft grunt of effort, as she continued to apply the unrelenting pressure. "I have a lot of strength. I just have to apply it to best advantage, against the horse's weaker muscle-groups." Her long body was now curved into a C-shape as her arms twisted up and around. And the horse was forced to follow! It staggered, then sidestepped, as it tried to protect its neck from Karen's twisting force. But the twenty eight year-old's powerful arms never gave by a millimeter, always pressing harder and harder, irresistibly increasing her advantage.

The horse's head had been twisted beyond the horizontal now as Sandwood's huge biceps swelled. The horse staggered again, beginning to lose its balance. I could barely believe it, but my powerful captor was actually forcing it toward the ground!

Then, with a final powerful twist of her arms and body, Karen did what seemed the impossible. The horse lost its balance and crashed heavily to the stable floor with the six foot two inch blonde on top of it, still with its head in her seemingly unbreakable grip!

"Oh Karen!" I gasped, as I stared at the horse lying on the ground. Sandwood's arms continued to maintain their vise-like grip about its head and neck while her legs swept forward to wrap around its forelegs, pinning them securely. It made another attempt to break free, but Karen's grip was so strong that it simply couldn't rise back to its feet.




"What now?" I asked.

"This." Karen gave a frown as her muscular arms increased the strength of their savage choke-hold around the trapped horse's neck. To my surprise the horse was now drawing each breath in long painful rasps. Karen's steely arms were actually cutting off its airway! It was undeniable. With every passing second, the big horse was growing weaker. With every second it seemed less able to resist the extraordinarily powerful young woman who had forced it to the ground and still seemed full of strength! The horse began to choke and splutter as its eyes began to roll backward in its head.

"What are you doing?" I stared.

"I'm cutting off its air and its blood supply," Karen said. "If I use all my strength I should be able to render it semi-conscious."

"But its so much bigger than you are..."

"Yes," Karen said as her arms crushed still harder. "But I major on taking down creatures a hell of a lot bigger than me. I'm very strong, and that's going to tell." She drew a breath as the horse's struggles grew steadily weaker. "It's beginning to pass out now," she said.

"I can't believe you're so strong!" I gasped.

"That was just the first part," Karen said. "Now I'm going to do this..." Her eyes half-closed, and then her long arms gave a single huge wrench.

CRAACCCKKK! The noise was startling.

I gasped as the imprisoned horse's head and neck were twisted powerfully upward and around through another twenty degrees - and suddenly the horse lay still and motionless.

"What have you done?"

"I've broken its neck." the lanky blonde said matter-of-factly.

But Karen still did not release her grip. Instead her eyes narrowed in concentration.

CERAACCCKKK-ACCKK-ACCKKK! The big arms wrenched again - and this time the horse's head was twisted completely around to face awkwardly upward at a 180 degree angle to its natural position. The head flopped over to sag limply in her grip.

I could barely believe what Karen had done. "You killed it!" I gasped, staring at the dead horse, still held in her insanely powerful arms.

"Yes." Karen's arms finally unlocked from around the head of the 1500 pound creature and released it, letting it fall limply to the floor "It was the only thing I could do. There was no way it was getting out of here. It would have died painfully of hunger and thirst inside a couple of days."

Keeping her arms spread out, she stood beside the dead horse. I stared She was barely an eighth of its weight, but she had forced it to the ground and then killed it, simply by snapping it's neck. She turned back to the narrow gap she had made in the barred window, and squeezed through. Unfolding her long, powerful frame, Karen stepped out of the ruined stable. Then she raised her awesomely long, strong arms and flexed them. Muscles rose like a range of towering mountains along their length, the massive biceps peaking like giant globes.

"Shit! You're so powerful!" I screamed as I orgasmed and orgasmed. Waves of sensation shook me at Karen's power. I almost fainted, falling to my knees.

With a smirk of satisfaction, Karen walked toward her own horse and put an arm around its neck. Having seen what she had just done to the trapped horse, the sign of her ownership was complete.

"Rosa!" she said.

"Yes."

"Come over here."

I obeyed. When I reached her, she lifted me straight up off the ground and took me in her arms again. Despite all their exertions over the past few hours, there was still no give at all in those powerful arms. They held me like a baby. I felt like a small dependant child in the arms of this tall, dominantly powerful young woman.

"Now we ride home," she said.

Whatever you say,” I nodded, knowing that any hint of disobedience was impossible.