Day of Dominance (illustrated)

by Alpesco

Karen takes her domination to a new level.

It was a fine morning. I looked across the clearing to see that Karen had already begun to train. The exceptional six foot two inch tall blonde was standing beside the cabin in the shadow of the mountains, holding a heavy truck axel in both hands. I stared at the six foot long bar of heavy steel with its two huge metal truck-wheels, one at each end. The massive wheel-assembly hung loosely from her long, densely muscular arms.

"How much does that thing weigh?" I asked.

"More than you do, Rosa." Karen smiled, using the new name that she had forced me to accept. "Around 200 pounds."

I watched as the tall athletic figure began to flex her long, muscular arms, beginning to curl the huge wheel-assembly up toward her shoulders. Her long, dense biceps rose and swelled like ripening melons as they took the heavy weight. But unlike any melon, Karen Sandwood's huge biceps were solid as oak, and they were bursting with power. I'd seen her place a sixteen inch melon in the crook of her arm, and then just flex. The fruit had imploded under the irresistible pressure of that swelling bicep, bursting like a jello-filled balloon, to leave pints of pulp and juice pouring from Sandwood's power-filled arm.

Just the sight of Karen's huge, swelling biceps sent illicit thrills flooding through me. Viewed from the side, her awesome, flexed arms looked almost the same width as her rippling waistline as it emerged from her tight blue jeans.

In perfect form, the tall twenty-eight year-old raised the 200 pound weight to above shoulder-level, then relaxed those amazing arms to let the heavy weight sink back to her knees. Then, with another rippling explosion of swelling delts and erupting biceps, she curled the weight up to shoulder height once more. Without pausing, she repeated the dominant lift again, and then again. I watched, hypnotised by Karen's immense strength. Her arms had the huge wheel-assembly under complete control. Her strict form did not deteriorate in the slightest as she continued to curl the two hundred pound weight again and yet again. I counted eight, nine, ten, repetitions as Karen Sandwood's masterful biceps continued to drive the wheel-assembly up and down.

"That's a ton!" I gasped, watching with my mouth open.

"Shouldn't you be weeding, Rosa?" Karen nodded toward the field in which she had already ordered my fiancee Karl to begin work. The big weight rose again as her massive biceps swelled to what seemed an even more incredible size. "Anyhow..." She looked back to me. "You should know by now pretty much how awesome my arms are. This..." she slowly squeezed out another slow, deliberate curl with the 200 pound weight, "..is just..." she glanced back at me as she put in another heavy rep, "..routine. My arms..." Her muscles swelled into massive globes as they raised the weight yet again, "..are powerful enough..." Her huge biceps expanded breathtakingly once more, "..to do this easy now." Again the weight rose and fell. Karen seemed to be teasing me, clearly enjoying the irresistible effect that her enormous physical power always had on me. "But what I really need..." She let her big dense biceps raise the weight yet again; "..is to keep on increasing the workload."

"You're already so strong!" I gasped, watching as she smoothly curled the two hundred pounds once more. "Can you get much stronger?"

"Of course." Karen made her heart-stopping biceps explode yet again as they powered the huge weight upward for the nineteenth time. I knew that she was watching my involuntary shudder of excitement as her outsize arm muscles swelled and hardened to their full, incredible, eighteen inch girth. Each of those flexed arms was only eight inches short of the measurement of her narrowly rippling waist. Despite being six feet two inches tall, her long, slim body seemed somehow too small for the large and powerful arms and shoulders it supported.

"I need to attain optimum power and performance," she said as the weight rose and fell once more, "..if I'm going to fully dominate my environment. Here in this wilderness I'm able to get large amounts of high quality protein." Her big guns flexed to raise the wheel assembly again, bringing the thick steel axle right up level with her chin. "I try to eat an average of three to four pounds of fish or lean meat per day." The two hundred pound weight descended, and then moved smoothly upward once more under the control of her engorged biceps. "My digestive system rips out the protein," Her arms moved the massive weight again. "Then my body uses it to make my muscles thicker and denser." She performed another deliberate rep. "I'd have to make a shedload of money to support that sort of diet in the city." The weight swung slowly down for the 24th time, only to be drawn irresistibly back up again. How long could she continue? It was as if the huge wheel assembly weighed next to nothing. "I like to feed my muscles a superabundance of protein," she went on as the weight descended. "Here I can farm and I can hunt all I want.." The weight lifted again. "..I just harvest the wilderness as and when I need." The wheels went down and then rose yet again. "I'm top predator here. On average I take down about one or two big animals per week." Her biceps hardened once more as the weight rose. "I'm very strong right now, but my muscles still have huge potential for development."

Sandwood finally let the huge truck-wheel assembly crash heavily to the ground. I stared as the wheels gouged inches deep into the soil.

"I have something different to this in mind now." Despite what she'd done to the lives of me and my fiancee, I couldn't help my admiration as she strode up to the cabin porch, looking not even slightly tired. "I think I need something a little more adaptable." I watched as she returned with a newly-made construction of steel, rope and canvas.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A litter." She laid it out on the ground. A strip of strong canvas had been fixed between two six-feet-long, solid steel poles like a stretcher. A thick length of rope linked the ends of each pole to a third steel bar with leather-bound hand-grips. "This little rig weighs about forty five pounds." She pointed. "Now get in."

"What?"

"Lie down on the canvas." One of her startlingly long, muscular arms stretched out to indicate where I should lie. As my gaze followed its pointing finger, her other arm suddenly curled around my hips and butt, gripping firmly. Then, with a shrug, the arm simply lifted me right off the ground! I gasped, still shocked by the twenty-eight year-old's masterful strength. My feet kicked impotently, dangling uncomfortably eighteen inches above the ground. This wasn't even an effort for her! Karen's left arm took all my weight easily, even as her right continued to point.

"Oww!" I tried unsuccessfully to move a trapped arm.

"Ssssh!" Karen's free right arm snaked around to hold its index finger up in front of my face. "Be quiet." She touched me playfully on the nose with the finger as she turned with me in a complete slow circle. She was holding me like a small child in just one of her long arms - letting me experience her overwhelming strength. She continued to hold me for a couple of minutes more, using her free arm to stroke my hair into place as if I were a little doll. I knew that, despite its gentle touch, her right arm was every bit as powerful as the one now lifting my whole body weight with ease. I couldn't fight her right arm or her left. Either was so strong it could do anything to me it wanted. Beneath me I could feel the rounded bicep of her steely left arm pressing solidly into my back, large and hard as a bowling ball.

"There," she said gently. "Relax. I have you, and I'll decide what happens. I'm going to try out this litter with you. You'll lie there and my arms will use you as a weight. It'll be fun." The finger and thumb of her free arm gripped my chin and gave it a tweak. I tried to recoil, but there was nothing I could do. Her right arm hovered near me - dominantly powerful. All I could do was comply with whatever Karen wanted. But somehow that seemed right. Karen was in complete control. After another minute she took a step forward, relaxing her left arm to gently deposit me on the canvas sheet.

It seemed that no-one in these mountains disobeyed Karen. The few other scattered residents who lived in the valley, were allowed to stay in small homesteads or cabins on "her" land so long as they obeyed her rules. Karl and I were different. She had brought us here by force when we had refused to help her. We had now worked her personal farmstead for five months and had learned, very painfully, that any disobedience of Karen Sandwood was foolish in the extreme.

I lay on the canvas between the steel poles, watching as Karen gripped the connected third pole and began to flex her immensely long arms. The litter gave a creak as it took my bodyweight. Then, as Karen's powerful biceps continued to swell, I felt myself rising gently off the ground! Up and up I went, watching her huge golden biceps expand and harden. The feeling was awesome as my body rose smoothly through nearly three feet in obedience to those swelling globes of oak-hard muscle. When her flex reached its outrageous peak I found myself hanging level with Sandwood's chest in the makeshift litter.

Karen chose to hold me in that position for what seemed forever, supported only by the power of those cannon-ball-sized biceps. I could tell that she was loving this further demonstration of her masterful strength. She was showing just what a toy my five foot eight inch, 140 pound body was to her. Her powerful biceps could flex me, even in the forty five pound litter, as if I were a feather bolster. Still maintaining her awesome flex and breathing gently, she looked slowly around at the mountaintops. All the while her huge biceps radiated an irresistible power that seemed to turn me to jelly. Sandwood was just so awesome. A supreme physical specimen. I could do nothing against her. I had to submit to her dominant will. After a full minute, she turned toward Karl and ordered him to move across to another part of the field. He still didn't like obeying her, but he did. She watched as he got slowly to his feet and obeyed her instruction.

Once she was satisfied that he was getting on with the weeding, Karen looked back down at me. The hint of a smile crossed her lips and, instead of lowering me, she raised me three inches higher as her rock-hard biceps grew even larger and more defined. Again she was demonstrating just how much power she had held in reserve. I'd thought she was at her limits, but there was still more strength left. For a moment I lay there, completely still. Then her big shoulder muscles rippled. I gave a gasp as I began to move upward again! I continued to rise as Karen slowly stretched her arms high above her head, taking me up with them. Within moments I was swinging from her upraised arms, over six feet above the ground. "Karen!" I shrieked.

"Don't be afraid." Karen's calm voice came from just beneath me. "I can do what I want with you. My arms are more than strong enough to press you up there, no problem. And they can hold you there for as long as I want. I won't allow you to fall. Lie still." She sounded so confident in her ability that I relaxed despite myself. She continued to hold me in this position for several long minutes before at last lowering me back to stomach height. She drew an easy breath, moving the thick six-pack at her midriff as she turned her midsection into a rippling wall of muscle. Then she slowly allowed her powerful biceps to relax, lowering me back down to below her knee-level in the makeshift litter. Now I was looking at her long, solidly-muscled legs. The swelling, densely rippling thigh muscles stretched the thick denim of her jeans skin tight.

Karen had performed the curl and press easily, so I was unsurprised when I immediately began to rise again as her biceps drew me back up in a second smooth, steady curl. Within a moment I lay outstretched with my eyes only inches from her huge right bicep.

This time Karen let my body descend after only a few moments, before her biceps casually flexed me back upward once more. With a smirk, she repeated the motion ten more times in smooth succession. Her strength was so impressive! I expected her to stop after those ten reps, but she continued to flex me up and down. I counted in my head as she worked her way swiftly past the twenty six curls she had performed with the wheel assembly. Each time that her long arms raised my weight, the lift was as smooth and controlled as the first. And now I was being completely and sensuously overwhelmed by Karen's astonishing power. I hadn't imagined that this young woman could do this so many times! The effect was dizzying. Yet still she went on. The 185 pound weight of myself and the litter continued to rise and fall as I was hoisted effortlessly up and then down again by Sandwood's magnificent biceps. Each time they contracted they seemed to explode with even more power, swelling into stone-hard boulders as they swept me higher.

"That's amazing!" I gasped, feeling shudders of pleasure flood through me at the experience of simultaneously being lifted by, and staring at, the six foot two inch blonde amazon's dominating biceps.

Karen said nothing. She simply continued to flex my bodyweight smoothly up and down, repeating the impressive lift for a thirtieth, then a fortieth, a forty-fifth, then for an astonishing fiftieth time.

"This is impossible!" I gasped, beginning to feel queasy with the continuous rising and falling motion. Her long tall body seemed capable of providing endless energy to her fantastic biceps.

"Not for me." The towering blonde allowed herself a momentary smile, continuing to stand tall as her rippling arms pumped out another nine slow, sensuous reps. "I have a LOT of power."

"You sure do, Karen!" I almost swooned, lying there in the makeshift litter.

"You're not even heavy enough to give my arms a real test, Rosa," she said as she lifted me once more. "Even with the litter..." her arms contracted again, raising me and the steel and canvas construction through another three feet, "..185 pound curls are way too easy for my biceps now." Up I went again, for an incredible 63rd time. "That's why I decided to go for volume." With an intake of breath, she finally lowered me back to the ground. "However I guess I lifted a lot of weight in total. What's 185 pounds times 63 reps?"

I shook my head.

Karen frowned. "I make that eleven thousand six hundred and fifty five pounds in total. That's over five and a half tons. Do you agree?"

"I think so..." I nodded.

"Work it out."

"I can't," I admitted. "You seem better than me at everything..."

"I'm not just about physical power," Karen nodded. "I like to exercise my mind too. I like to have a variety of talents; physical, mental, technical... I aim to be the superior person - a match for anyone. Anyhow, with all those reps, that was more like an aerobic work-out than proper strength training for me." She stretched her long, heavy arms out wide. "Okay, Rosa. You can get up now." She turned toward the field. "Karl!" Her powerful voice carried easily across the clearing without her having to shout. "It's your turn. Come over here and lay down."

Silently Karl obeyed. He hated the new name that Karen had given him in place of his birth name, Vince. But there was no choice.

I thought back. Since our first day here, Karen had steadily increased her level of domination over us. At first we'd questioned her authority and tried to rebel, but she was simply too powerful. A single blow from one of her immensely strong arms could inflict devastating amounts of damage. And her long arms could hit with the same shattering power again and again and again, until whatever she wanted subdued was a quivering, agonized wreck. Having learned from bitter experience, we dared not risk provoking her displeasure again.

Now her ascendancy was so complete that she could keep her physical power in reserve. She could impose gruelling penalties simply by giving a command. She could order us to work two, three, even four hours longer than normal. She could withdraw rest time, hot baths, access to books or radio. She could restrict our diet, make us run ten or twenty times around the clearing, or order us to lie completely still on the ground for long periods. She could even forbid us to speak at all, for days at a time, until she chose to countermand her order. Direct disobedience had become all but unthinkable. She was in total command. If she felt so inclined, she could order us into the confinement of the freezing hell of the waterside cave, or the clammy darkness of the underground storm shelter. All of these penalties affected us greatly, but were no effort at all for her. She only had to speak - and our lives could be made immeasurably worse. There was no appeal. She could do whatever she chose. Her power now was as effortless as it was absolute.

Leaving his weeding, Karl lay down on the canvas. The total weight of him and the rig had to be at least 260 pounds.

"That's better!" Karen said as she gripped the ropes. At once her long arms began to flex again. I gasped as her heavy biceps expanded to even greater mass and hardness as they ripped Karl cleanly off the ground. Slowly and deliberately, they lifted him up to the peak of the curl and held him there for a full two minutes as she allowed herself a thin half-smile. Only then did she let him slowly descend, watching his astonished face.

"I..." he began.

"Don't speak," she ordered, forcing him to fall silent. Without pausing, she flexed and then lowered Karl eleven more times, her massive biceps seeming to grow larger and still larger as she continued to work them.

After the first set of twelve reps with Karl as her weight, Karen took twenty seconds rest. "I like this!" she said, stretching her big arms wide. "That felt SO good!" Gripping the ropes again, she ripped out a dozen more smooth, 260 pound human curls. "This is so cool!" she grinned as her biceps worked the weight. "I feel so strong today!" A final dozen hard repetitions saw her set my boyfriend down and allow him to stand up once more.

"My arms feel great!" She stretched them wide once more, and then slowly flexed them to create her favorite double biceps pose - a display which always made me flip out. Her muscles were just so big and awesome. They seemed to radiate pure power. They sent involuntary thrills running through me and set my emotions reeling. My thirty-eight year-old ex-boyfriend, Karl, just seemed to shrink into powerless insignificance next to this twenty-eight year-old blonde super-amazon. She was taller than him, younger, smarter, good-looking, and so, so strong! Karen's muscular arms seemed to make up more than half the mass of her upper body. And they were immensely powerful. Karl stayed still. Sandwood seemed to enjoy her absolute physical ascendancy over the heavier and older man, letting him feel the closeness of the power that radiated from her body.

"All right," she said to Karl at last. "You can go back to work now."

Silently Karl clambered to his feet and obeyed. A few weeks ago he might have made some cutting comment, but now he knew better. Flexing her magnificent arms once more, she picked up a heavy ax and strode toward the trunks of several trees she had felled the day before. It took her half an hour to reduce them to one foot lengths of firewood.

It was then that a tall man I had not seen before, came into the clearing. He looked perhaps twenty five years old. He was around six feet three inches tall, well-built and muscular.

"Hi, Miss Sandwood," he said. "Have you any work for me?"

"Hi, Jake." She gave a momentary nod. "I don't have much that needs doing this week. With Karl and Rosa working here now, I've pretty much got everything under control."

"So should I go home then?"

Karen shook her head. "You don't get out of paying your dues that easy. I think I can find something for you to do." Without warning, she took a step forward and simply picked the thickset six-footer cleanly up in her long arms. Despite being slimmer than him and weighing at least fifty pounds less, she lifted him into a high cradle with unsettling ease - so smoothly that he seemed to weigh no more than a straw scarecrow.

He tried to put up a show of resistance, but the strength in Karen's arms was simply too great. The long arms that held him high above the ground looked strong as jungle anacondas, rippling with dense muscle - and they were so much stronger than they looked! Seeming with no effort, she tightened those arms about his legs and upper body, producing a squawk of surprise from the horizontal Jake as the crushing pressure kicked in. Her left arm had pinned his two arms firmly in place, while her right trapped both his legs completely. I saw his feet kicking impotently without the smallest chance of escape.

"You couldn't fight these arms six months ago," Karen said, clearly enjoying her supremacy. "And they've got a lot stronger since then."

The powerful twenty-eight year-old held him in her arms like a trussed-up sheaf of barley, her forearms visibly rising and curling inward as they crushed his body more tightly. He gave a grunt of discomfort, beginning to breathe harder as the pressure on his trapped body grew. His body was level with her shoulder now, held horizontally nearly six feet high as Karen looked down on him.

"Owww!" he yelped as her arms continued to crush his legs and upper body. "I can hardly breathe!"

The whole length of Karen's body was now visible beneath the trapped Jake. He was held like a log in front of her, only his head and calves drooping below the horizontal on either side. Her powerful arms showed not the slightest sign of weakening, firm as steel girders beneath him, and still crushing is body. No wonder Karen ruled here, I thought. Her strength was awesome.

"I thought you were going to break free?" she teased turning around with him. "You're bigger than me, aren't you?"

"Uuuurrggh!" he groaned as she made her strong arms squeeze him again. I heard soft crackling sounds from his chest as joints and ligaments started to be forced out of place. This girl was so strong! As Karen maintained the fierce pressure, he began to gasp even more harshly. "Please! Stop!"

"I'm still only squeezing at about eighty percent," she said. "Is that too much for you?"

He grunted again, nodding his head.

"Okay," she said. "I'll let it ease off a bit. Though I could go harder." She seemed to be loving this display of her power as she turned a full circle with him in her arms.

He gave a groan of relief, sucking in lungfuls of air. "That really hurt!" he gasped. "Aren't you going to put me down!"

Karen shook her head, holding him as high in her arms as before. "I'm not quite ready yet. Just lie still."

"That's better," she said, turning and walking back to where I stood, while he lay limply in her arms.

"I wonder how much you weigh now?" she said, hefting him slightly higher in her arms as if estimating his weight. "I'd say... about two hundred and seventy three pounds..." she looked at him. "That about right?"

Jake nodded, surprised by her accuracy. "And you?"

"One hundred and ninety eight, last time I checked," Karen said. "But as you can see, I don't have any trouble carrying you." She turned to face us. "Karl. Rosa! Come over here!" she ordered.

Both of us obeyed. "Kneel." she commanded. Karl and I did that too, kneeling down in front of her in the damp grass. We would never have done this when we'd first arrived. Our immediate obedience now betrayed her steadily increasing dominance over both of us. Karen allowed herself the shadow of a smile, seeming to enjoy her position of total command over all three of us.

As we knelt, she bounced the hunky 25 year-old in her arms like a baby. "Quite a pretty young man, aren't you?" She teased, raising him even higher in her seemingly untiring arms and then kissing him on the stomach.

"Both of you," Karen said to Karl and I. "Kiss my legs a foot above the knees, and then work your way down."

Again we obeyed even this outrageous order. Her power was appalling. We found that we didn't dare disobey. She had so much power over over our lives now. We kissed the mid-point of her solid swelling thigh through her denim jeans and then repeated the action, each time a little lower down, just as she had ordered. She stood still as our kisses reached her knees and proceeded downward. I could almost feel her satisfaction at the absolute control she had achieved over us. Even in the presence of this witness, we were humbling ourselves rather than risk displeasing our captor by any hint of disobedience. Her whole life in this wilderness seemed to have become one continuous power-trip, with nothing and nobody able to thwart her will. She could bring down a grizzly with one powerful bowshot. Destroying the fiercest predators in his wilderness didn't cause her to break sweat. To dominate us was too easy.

"Good," Karen said, looking down to watch us as we approached her feet, kissing even the muddy hem of her jeans. "You can stop now," she said at last as we continued to kneel in the mud. "Your obedience levels are becoming more satisfactory. Remember, the better you try to please me, the better things will be for everyone."

"Yes Karen." We nodded. A few months ago we had been proud citizens. Now we were completely subordinate to Sandwood's power, with no rights other than those she chose to give us.

"Good. Now go back to your work." She continued to hold Jake in her arms for a few minutes more as we returned to the vegetable plot.

There was the sound of an engine. A truck was appoaching on the trail that led to the edge of the clearing.

"What's that?" Sandwood said as she set Jake down on his feet.

"Er. I was meaning to tell you," he said hesitantly. "Before I came here, eight months ago, there were some people looking for me. I owed them a lot of money. And I think they've managed to trace me."

"How?" Karen looked at him harshly.

"I thought it would be okay if I sent a letter back to tell my mom I was okay. I didn't write an address, but it must have given them a lead."

At that moment the a pick-up truck drew up at the edge of the trees. Two men got out of the cab. Both were large. One was six feet one tall and well built. The other was shorter at five ten, but he was hugely fat.

"Who are you?" Karen asked as they approached.

"My name is John Grell" the taller man said. I'm a private detective. Me and Don, my associate, have been trying to trace Jake Weiss for eight months. He owes our clients a lot of money - over a hundred thousand dollars."

"That's not my problem," Karen said. "I didn't invite you onto my land. You'd better leave."

The tall man frowned. "This isn't your land - and even if it was, that wouldn't stop us taking Jake back to L.A."

"I told you to leave," Karen repeated. "And you don't take anyone anywhere."

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, you hick?" Don, the huge fat man who seemed to be Grell's side-kick, lumbered forward threateningly. "You could use some education in how to speak to my colleague, Mr Grell, with more respect..."

Karen's eyes narrowed as the intimidating, bull-like figure advanced on her. But as she kept her eyes fixed on the five foot ten, three hundred and eighty pound man, I noticed her long body slowly twisting away from him. Her head and her legs stayed completely still, but from the waist up, her long body slowly twisted away to the right. It might have looked as if she was fearful and looking for a route of escape. But knowing Karen, I didn't think so. Unnoticed by the approaching Don, the line of her shoulders was now at a more than forty five degree angle away from him, and her long right arm had drawn back even farther. Over two feet behind her, and just below waist level, her hand silently gathered itself into a large, heavy-looking fist.

The instant that the bear-like man stepped into range, Karen swung. in a single fluid motion, she twisted her long, lithe upper body around toward him. The move was sudden and startlingly explosive - and it brought her over-sized right arm around with it, arcing upward and across like an immense, heavy flail. Her scowl deepened as her blocky fist hurtled toward its target with eye-numbing speed, passing through the air so fast that I could hear a deep, ominous whistle. Then...

KRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP! I gasped at the sheer volume of sound as Sandwood's solid fist hit home, deep in the center of Don's upper chest. The dark resounding noise of the impact was evidence enough of the brutal power of the six foot two inch tall blonde's blow.

"Ooooouuuuuuuuuuuuggghhhhhhhhh!" The huge man groaned in pain and shock and despair as his whole body was sent flying backward. His chest caved inward as his head cannoned forward, the sheer momentum of Sandwood's blow hurling him ten paces back as if he had been hit by a small truck. He only halted when his back slammed heavily in to a tree trunk. The big man stumbled forward one step more, coughing, retching and groaning with pain. Then his whole body doubled over and he began to gasp painfully for air.

Karen watched, her fist still tight-clenched as blood began to pour from his mouth. Her scowl now bore more of the traces of a sneer as he stumbled to his knees and then fell on to all fours in the mud. "Oooouuuuugggghhhhhh!" he moaned again. "The bitch broke my ribs! I can't believe she can hit so hard! I can't breathe!"

"That was just one shot," Sandwood said, watching her victim as he collapsed on to his side then slid down a muddy slope to end in a shallow ditch beneath the trees. "It wasn't even as hard as I can hit. And I've got plenty more where that came from." There he lay, his knees drawn up to his chest, moaning in pain. Karen gave him a dismissive look - as if totally unsurprised at the power of her one big punch.

"Wha...?" A shocked and alarmed Grell was speechless. The devastating reversal had all happened in the space of less than ten seconds. Suddenly his henchman was gone, and he was alone, face to face with this tall, shockingly-powerful young woman.

"Get up!" he turned yelled at Don, as if his companion was faking it. "It was only one punch - and from a damn girl!"

"I can't," the larger man moaned. "I hurt real bad! I think I need a doctor!"

"I've told you both to leave!" Karen's powerful voice cut across the clearing with just enough volume to indicate that she could make it a lot louder if she wanted. Even her voice was intimidating and powerful. "I'll help you load your man back on your truck. I've busted his breastbone and several of his ribs - most likely punctured a lung by the way he's bleeding from the mouth."

"You couldn't have done all that!" Grell was angry and confused. "You only hit him once. He's a trained security guard!"

"I do a little training too." Karen admired her densely-muscled forearm and the still-unmarked fist that had done so much damage. "Your side-kick's a big guy, but not big enough to take one of these. He didn't even see it coming." She raised her right arm and flexed it. "I'm way powerful. Out of the league of lowlife bums like you."

"You bitch!" The second man suddenly came at her.

If Karen had been intending to provoke him, it had certainly worked. All six feet and two hundred pounds of Grell came straight at her, but Sandwood stood her ground. This time she chose not to unleash another fearsome, heavy punch. She simply met his angry charge head-on, using her forearms to block his attempted blows. Then, seizing hold of his arms, she wrestled them easily up and behind him. To my surprise, seeing their very similar height and build, Sandwood overpowered him with ease. She was so strong! Her muscles were so dense and thick - far stronger even than their size made them look. They seemed irresistible. His arms and legs just bent and gave way before hers! She tightened her severe grip, holding him grunting and completely immobile for a second. Then, with a powerful twist of her long body, she threw him to the ground, wrapping him up tightly in her muscular arms and legs.

He gave a groan as he fell onto his back. Then he began to first gasp, and then scream in pain as Karen's long, muscular legs piled on the power. I couldn't help shivering at the power and shapeliness of Sandwood's long legs. Grell's thickly-built body seemed to distort between them, almost as if it were made out of clay.

It took just seconds to realize that this wasn't a contest. Karen was controlling her opponent's body masterfully. She raised her head to observe the effect as her strong arms held his arms and upper body imprisoned, and her long, muscular legs administered chastening doses of pain.

"Think you're strong?" Karen said. "Think you're a big man? Well feel this!" Her legs applied another surge of power.

"Aaaaaauughh!" he howled, his voice raw with pain.

"That was nothing," Sandwood said as she let the pressure ease off momentarily. "My legs can squeeze at least twice as hard as that. Maybe a lot more. Shall we find out?" I saw her legs harden again as they applied another crushing dose of pressure.

"Aaaaauuuuuughh!" This time Grell shouted a lot louder, his cry echoing over the vale as Karen observed him, completely relaxed, her head now propped up on her right hand. She was completely at ease as her powerful body continued to punish the larger man. "Do you want to apologise to me now?" she said as her victim writhed beneath the immense pressure that her legs seemed to be applying so easily.

Grell was struggling desperately to free his arms, or ease he crushing pressure on his body, but he just couldn't deal with the off-the-scale power in Karen's legs. They held his body absolutely immobile as they maintained the savage pressure. Karen just waited until he started to wail for mercy.

"Stop. Please! I'm sorry! I apologise!"

Karen allowed the pressure to ease a little. It seemed no effort at all for her to apply the sort of pressure that was making this big man beg for mercy. "Good." she said. "Now I want you to tell me everything about why you're here, who you are, and who sent you."

"You gotta be kidd... Aaaaauuuuuuuugghhhhhhh!" He cried out in agony again as Karen's long legs squeezed his body.

"I can do anything I want with you," Sandwood sneered. "These legs can crush you like a bug if I want them to. Don't you feel their strength..."

"Aaaaauuuuuuuugghhhhhhh!" he cried again.

Within moments the awesome power of Karen's legs had forced Grell to tell her who he worked for, how he had found our location, and how much money he was being paid.

"That's good," she said, continuing to control him with an ease that made my pulse race as he groaned and sweated in pain. It seemed that she was only using a minor fraction of her incredible leg strength to imprison and torture him. "Now that I know who you're working for, I want the full computer access codes and passwords to get into your employers' systems and check everything out."

Suddenly Grell was no longer co-operating. He looked nervous and frightened. "No. That's not gonna happen! I can't let you into their system. No one gets into their system. They'd kill me!"

"I need the codes to enter their system and wipe out a few records," Karen said. "I'll be discreet."

"Discreet, hell! These guys are serious. There's no way I'm giving you any codes, squeeze me all you like!"

"I can do a lot more than that," Sandwood said, unwrapping her long legs from around his lower body. In a single fluid movement, she turned, and flipped onto her stomach, re-wrapping her legs around his arms and upper body, immobilizing them in bonds stronger than steel. He barely had time to draw a thin gasp of relief, before he was clamped in a crushing prison once more. For a moment her bare, muscular arms hung poised above his legs. "I don't think you realise how strong these arms are," she said. "So I've decided to demonstrate for you. This is going to hurt - a lot."

She leaned forward and wrapped both of her long, sinuous arms around his left leg, fixing the left above, and the right below, his knee. "I want you to give me all the main server access protocols and passwords," she said. "Rosa will write them down, won't you?"

"Yes," I said, running to pick up a notepad and pen.

"For the last time, bitch," Grell said. "I'm not giving you any codes!"

"Just what I thought you'd say, Mr Grell," Karen said. "Now I'll alter that." As she spoke, her huge arm muscles rippled and then flexed.

Creeeeeeaaaaak! She forced his left leg upward in her arms. It looked almost helpless against their anaconda-like strength. Nor could he move his upper body, trapped between Sandwood's poplar-like thighs. And now her big right bicep swelled massively as she continued to flex. Grell moaned in pain as his leg was slowly twisted upward and to the side. She paused for a second - then in a new burst of strength her huge arm and shoulder muscles hardened in a single co-ordinated contraction.

I gasped, as with a long, ripping crack, the big man's knee joint simply tore apart! His leg suddenly bent through forty five degrees in Karen's powerful arms, to lie, broken, and at a sickeningly unnatural angle.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiieeee!" he screamed in agony. "Aaahhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

His screams were traumatic. Karen's strength was crushingly, fearsomely dominating. Even I hadn't imagined that her arms could just snap the big man's leg like that!

Holding his body immobile in her long legs, Sandwood unwrapped her long, heavy arms from the wreckage of his left leg. It seemed amazing that the tall young woman's big arms were still unmarked and perfect as she stretched them out, letting the snapped limb drop loosely. He screamed again as his badly-injured leg it the ground. But Karen wasn't even flushed. I found myself powerfully affected by this latest demonstration of her appalling strength.

"Now do you see how much power these arms have?" she asked her moaning victim, stretching her big arms out wide again and then flexing them again. The huge biceps and shoulder muscles looked like a mountain range, framing her face. "There's nothing you can do to resist me!"

"Oh shit! How did you get so strong?" he wailed

"Hard work. Good genetics. Determination..." Karen hardened her massive flex. "Now. Enough delay. I want the codes."

"Don't you understand?" Grell yelled. "They'd kill me..."

"Better to concern yourself with what I can do." Sandwood's voice was flat. Turning slightly, she lowered her awesome arms to fasten them around the upper half of his right leg. Thick, dense muscles rippled ominously along their length. There was no question that those powerful arms were quite capable of exerting themselves again.

"You can't!" Grell said.

"Can't I?" Her big muscles began to expand and harden once more. "What's going to stop me?"

"Don't do it again! Please!" the man screamed, realising that his second leg was now under threat. "I can't bear the pain!"

"Well? What do you have to tell me?" she spoke slowly. "I don't mind if you want to try to hold out. I enjoy the feel of bones breaking as my big, big arm muscles contract. It really turns me on. In fact, this time I'm going to try something a little tougher." The muscles of her long arms hardened a little as they tightened their grip. Karen's complete mastery of this big man was turning me on too. I stared at her strong arms. They looked like corded pythons, wrapped around his upper leg. Then she half-closed her eyes, and the arms began to constrict.

"No..." Grell felt their power start to apply, completely immobilizing his leg. This time she had gripped the leg higher up, well above the knee joint that was twin to the one she had just snapped.

"My arms are feeling pretty strong now," Karen said. "Breaking your other leg has really pumped them up. But I'm still going to give you a last chance to tell me what I want to know.."

"I can't! You stupid bitch!"

Sandwood frowned. A millisecond later the thick muscles along her arms rippled, swelled, hardened and contracted. My mouth dropped open as her two thick arms flexed and twisted with awesome power, moving in two different directions.

CRRRRRRRAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! A sound like a thick rotten branch breaking from its tree, echoed across the clearing.

"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" The guy was screaming at the top of his voice as he writhed in torment in Karen's steely grip. I gasped as Sandwood's thickly-muscled arms loosened their hold and then unwrapped.

"Shit!" I cried.

Grell's right leg was broken at the thigh! The big femur was clearly snapped - twisted at an angle of thirty degrees! Sandwood had actually done it! This was far more difficult than the first break at the knee. Unbelievably Karen's oppressively powerful arms had snapped the largest bone in the six foot tall man's body! His agonized shrieks continued to echo around the clearing as she uncoiled herself and rose smoothly to her feet, then stretched to look down at him. The screams were deafening, but there was no one to hear them but us. And even if anyone had heard them, Karen would simply have sent them away. Here she was in total command. No one any longer questioned the twenty-eight year-old's absolute authority.

Sandwood stretched out her long, powerful arms once more. I almost orgasmed at once as they stretched to their full six feet eight inch wingspan. Both of the six foot guy's legs had been broken, and Karen's rippling arms were still in perfect shape. In fact they seemed to radiate strength. She raised her arms in a powerful flex above her howling victim.

"Karen!" I screamed feeling my body convulse with a different but equally powerful sensation as orgasms pulsed through my body, so intense that I had to scream. I cried out, ashamed of what was happening to me, but unable to control it. Karen was so, so strong! The immensity of her power just did something to me that turned me inside out.

"I just love that feel..." Karen said slowly, making her huge biceps tower and peak. As her eyes half-closed, I felt that she might be doing the same as me, but a lot more quietly. "I love the feel of big bones cracking and breaking apart as my powerful arms contract," she said. "I don't get to do it too often, but it's such a rush!"

She stretched her arms wide and then flexed the engorged biceps again, flooding my body with sensation as her victim continued to scream in pain. "Shit! I'm so strong!" she said as her huge muscles expanded, hardened and defined outrageously. In the nearby ditch, the moans of Don, her first victim, were now inaudible. She maintained the massive flex for long moments as she stood above her the howling Grell.

"Do you want me to go for more?" she said at last, her voice husky. "My arms are getting real warmed-up now. That makes them even stronger. Shall we try to see if they can bust your pelvis...."

"No. No! Please." Grell begged. "I can't take any more pain like that! I'll give you the codes!"

"Of course you will," Sandwood held her heavy arms out in front of her and inspected them for a moment, making the big muscles ripple. "I'm SO strong! I can make things any way I want."

Grell recited the codes. After I wrote them down, Sandwood typed them into her computer with is satellite link to the net. "Good." she nodded "They're the right protocols. I have full access to the company core computer now."

Both guys continued to moan in pain as Karen began to download and delete files from the site. "That should make enough of a mess of their system to stop them sending anyone else here," she said. "I've removed all trace of the records and the contacts who led these guys here. I've also removed a bunch of other files to cover up. For good measure, I'll crash the system." She tapped in a few more codes, then closed the laptop.

"But what about these two guys?" Jake said.

Sandwood went to her medical cabinet, produced a syringe, and several vials, then walked over to Grell. I watched as the big arms that had turned him into a quivering mass of jelly, hovered above the moaning figure. However now they were doing the most delicate fragile work. Seeing me, she flexed them again, the huge muscles leaping briefly into massive prominence. "I'll have to make up something pretty strong to sedate them both and dull the pain."

She mixed the contents of three vials in one small bottle, then used a syringe to suck up the yellow liquid. Stepping back toward Grell, she bent. Grell didn't attempt to resist as she stuck the needle deep in his butt and squeezed.

"About five mills should do the job," she said, watching as the potent shot made him stiffen and then slump into deep unconsciousness. Putting down the syringe, she fell into a deep squat and drove her big arms beneath him. Then she simply rose, picking up the two hundred pound guy as if he were a small child. She held his badly-damaged body easily in her dominant arms, carrying him aross to the rear of his pick-up truck and depositing it there. Then she turned back to the first attacker. "You're next."

"I can't go anywhere," the fat man moaned, still lying where her first huge punch had left him. He still seemed unable to move, lying about sixteen feet below the level of the cabin, in a shallow gulley. "That damn-awful punch busted my breastbone - and at least five of my ribs! I can't stand up. I'm gonna need a rescue team. It hurts too much even to talk..."

"You needn't worry about the pain," Karen said, walking back to the table where she had laid her medicines. She picked up a syringe, inserted a new needle, and drew some more liquid into it from two phials. Then she walked down the slope toward Don.

"What is that stuff?" he said as she approached him. "Is it safe? Are you a doctor? I don't want you pumping me full of dope!"

"You don't have a choice," Sandwood said calmly. "Whatever I choose to put in to you, you'll lie still and take it. You've seen what happens to people who don't do exactly as I say. So you better just lie still and don't give me any more trouble." Her free hand curled briefly into a large, intimidating fist as she let him see the long bare arm, packed with dense, corded muscle.

The big man groaned, then nodded silently in defeat. Whatever Sandwood wanted to do, he could do nothing at all about it. He lay still as Karen applied the needle. Just the possibility of receiving another hit from Sandwood's powerful arm seemed enough to crush all his resistance.

She set the syringe to one side. "Now I'll put you in the truck," she said.

"You can't. I'm too heavy. I told you. I'll need a stretcher and at least four bearers. You're going to have to get a helicopter team."

"There's going to be no helicopter," Sandwood said. "I'm taking you out of here the way you came in." She bent, forcing her long arms beneath his heavy bloated body.

"You cant lift me!" he gasped. "I weigh 380 pounds!"

Karen said nothing. Her big arms just tightened their grip beneath his legs and back, the huge blocks of muscle at her shoulders and biceps rippled and defined as they again began to swell. Then her back pulled up into the vertical, and her long powerful legs straightened.

I gasped as the 380 pound man came up off the ground as easily as a big straw doll, held firmly in Karen's impossibly long strong arms! Her biceps defined into massive balls of steel-hard muscle as her tall body continued to straighten, lifting him still higher. Her denim jeans stretched almost to bursting as the thick quads beneath exploded with power. I couldn't believe she was so strong! This was incredible! Her huge biceps were taking his entire weight - and looked as if they could continue to do so for some time yet. I could barely believe that she had picked him right up off the ground in her powerful arms. Neither could he.

"You can't..." he choked.

"As you can see," Karen said, sanding tall with a slight sneer, "I can."

I drew another sharp breath. She was carrying him, at least twice her weight! It was unbelievable. She stood tall and slim, her arms curved beneath him like steel girders, his huge body like a giant bale of corn stubble. Their combined weight was so great that it drove her boots an inch deep in to the gritty soil.

"Put me down, you damn harpy!" he wailed. "You'll drop me!"

Karen's face hardened, but she did not put him down. Instead she began to raise her left arm higher, and to lower her right, which supported his upper body. And the 380 pound man's entire body began to tip in her arms. As I watched, open-mouthed, Sandwood's steely muscles rippled like a mountain torrent as her powerful arms continued to tip him. Within seconds his head was held a foot below her waist and his butt and legs rose higher. Held this way, his unbalanced weight was harder still for her arms to support, but her left continued to raise his bloated legs until his body was sloped at an angle of well over 45 degrees, and hanging nearly upside-down!

"Oooouuuuuughh!" he wailed struggling impotently like a giant inverted maggot in her powerful arms. "I can't breathe! My head - it feels like it's gonna burst!"

"Doesn't feel good, does it?" Karen's narrow waist moved gently in and out beneath him a she stood tall and still, supporting the huge man almost upside-down in her arms. "You're so big and flabby, the blood is all pouring down into your head. Just makes it feel like it's about to explode, doesn't it?" There was a sneer in her voice as she continued to hold him in the same position in another awesome display of strength. Her massive biceps showed not the slightest sign of weakening even beneath this immense burden. New shivers ran through me. This six foot two inch blonde was like Superwoman! Her strength was simply unreal.

"Aaauuuuuuuuuggghhh!" Dan moaned again. "I can't take it. I can't take any more! Please. Please! Put me down!"

I gasped as her appalling power imposed itself on this much larger man, crushing and dominating. Her sheer ability to hold his massive weight in this position transformed her body into an instrument of torture.

"Apologise." she said.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" he wailed. "Please stop!"

The muscles on Karen's big right arm began to ripple and define as they brought his nearly 400 pound body back level, cradling him horizontally in front of her once more. I some strain pass across her face as she performed the feat, but once she had his weight evenly balanced in her arms, she seemed to relax.

"You are SO strong!" he gasped. "Nobody can do that to me!"

"As you can see, that's not quite true." Sandwood's tall strong body seemed like it was made of steel as she supported him. I could see her booted feet bearing into the ground under a combined weight of close to six hundred pounds. She turned, still holding him steady in her arms as she carried him up from the depression, then across thirty yards of open ground toward the truck. Her biceps, deltoids and thick, thick traps stood out like carved stone now as they continued to support the 380 pound burden. I watched her feet sink a full inch into the soil with every step as she walked with him, supported on her pillar-like legs.

She reached the truck, turned, and swung her huge burden into the back. There was a heavy Crash! The whole vehicle shook as his body dropped two and a half feet on to the bare metal.

"Owwwwww!" he wailed. "You can't do this!"

"I can do whatever I like." Sandwood raised her dominant arms in another dizzying flex. I'd never seen them look so powerful. "You're just a lump of meat to me. You have no say at all."

"Wow. Karen!" I gasped. "He couldn't even move his own weight - but you lifted him!"

"I like to push my limits," Sandwood said, increasing the definition of the massive array of muscles that clothed her arms and shoulders. "I cradled two guys together last year - one 200 pounds, the other 170. I've got a lot stronger since then - so one guy at 380? No problem!" She held her mountainous flex for a moment more, then turned to Jake. "Take a friend with you and drive them both back to the city. Dump them somewhere they'll be found, then bring the truck back here."

"What if they try to come back?"

"They won't," Karen said. "Once those shots I gave them take effect, they won't remember a single thing that's happened to them in the past month. That's a pretty powerful drug cocktail I mixed up. Those two, and whatever hospital they end up in, will think they've been in a car crash."

"Are you sure?"

Sandwood nodded. "I studied pharmaceuticals for three years. I know more about them than most doctors do. Grell's already out," she said. "Now look. The fat one's gone too. They're both out for eight hours at least." She thought for a moment as she studied the two men lying unconscious in the back of the truck. "The faces look too clean though. I suppose I could make the damage there a bit more convincing..." She reached her left arm into the back of the truck, then used it to pull Grell back up into a sitting position. She studied his face as her long right arm drew slowly back. I watched as the long arm stretched itself ominously until it was over six feet from the detective's face. I admired the length of the long, pale yet solidly muscular arm.

Then, without further warning, that sinuous arm came round like the sail of a windmill, its hand flat. The open hand drove home with a huge slap which crashed straight into the tall man's face.

CRRACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK! - the noise was so loud, it made me wince. The sheer force of the blow sent Grell's head crashing violently sideways and around. I shivered. The power Karen's arms could deliver was frightening.. My mouth dropped open as her hand drew away and I saw the fearsome damage that her one big slap had inflicted. The face of her unconscious victim was in the process of swelling beyond all recognition. Blood was running in three separate streams; one from beneath his eye, two more from a badly broken nose. His cheekbone looked to have caved-in, and his lips were swelling grotesquely. Worse was the huge, angry bruise that now ran across his face in a three inch wide band from the left side of his forehead to the right edge of his chin. As I stared, his left eye began to redden and swell.

"It's a good thing he was already sedated," Karen said, looking at her open hand. "Otherwise he would have screamed so loud they'd have heard him right across the valley. That would have hurt like hell! He'll feel it later though. So...” She turned to Jake. “Does that look more like a car-crash to you?"

He nodded. "I can't believe you did all that with one hit! I sure don't want you to hit me with one of those slugs!" he said. "Certainly looks like he's been in a nasty accident now!"

“It doesn't even need me to give him another one.” Karen sounded a little disappointed. “I hit so hard, he's just about unrecognizable already. And it will get a whole lot worse than it is now.” She watched Grell's face as it continued to visibly swell and distort, the bruises darkening and the blood congealing as the face became almost monstrously misshapen. "The best thing is, when the bruising matures, he'll stay that bad for maybe the best part of a week. More than enough time for our needs." She rippled the fingers of her completely undamaged right hand. “This can hand out some pretty bad punishment.” The large, blocky bicep of her left arm thickened, then grew longer as the arm released its hold, letting the unconscious body fall back into the truck. I looked at the detective's motionless body. Whatever she'd drugged these guys with must be incredibly strong, if that much damage hadn't roused him.

Moving round the truck, Sandwood studied the face of her second unconscious victim. "A slightly different approach here, I think..." she said as her open right hand descended slowly toward the fat man's face. She wrapped its long fingers around the base of his jaw and let them snuggle gently around his jawline to position themselves. Then they gripped tight, and began to squeeze. Almost immediately there came two sharp cracks, like inch-thick twigs snapping underfoot.

Karen allowed her fingers to relax. Her face impassive, she lifted her hand to reveal her victim's now badly bruised misshapen jaw. It was visibly broken in two places - one close to the chin, the other directly beneath his left eye socket. Blood ran from a damaged lip as line of big dark bruises began to erupt.

"Shit!" Jake said. "You did that so easy!"

"I have a real strong grip," Sandwood said, splaying out her long fingers and then slowly closing them into a fist. "I use it every day when I'm lifting weights. But I think that's done enough damage now, don't you?" She gave Jake a nod. "Okay. Get in the drivers' seat and take them away!"

Jake did as he was told, and drove the damaged interlopers out of the clearing while Karl and I went back to work. A few days later Karen pulled up a press report on the internet. It read...

HIT AND RUN NEAR CITY HOSPITAL

Two men were found badly injured on the roadside near City Hospital yesterday. Police suspect another hit and run incident. The two, identified as John Grell and Don Black, both of Los Angeles, California, were found by police after an anonymous phone call, and taken directly to hospital.

"Both men have serious multiple injuries," a hospital spokesperson said. "Although the injuries are not life-threatening, major bones have been broken and there is widespread contusion and shock. We had to perform leg, rib and facial reconstruction surgery. Even so, it is likely to be several months before a full recovery can be expected."

The Sheriff's office confirmed these reports. "The extensive injuries are compatible with the victims having been struck by a speeding motor vehicle which failed to stop." Deputy Brien said. "Once they had regained consciousness the victims were able to identify themselves as employees of a Los Angeles investigative agency. However they had no memory of coming to the state, and neither has any recall of the accident itself or of any of the events of the preceding 96 hours. This will complicate our efforts to locate the perpetrator."

Safety campaigners have called for stricter enforcement of city speed limits.

Karen smirked and raised her long arms in a half flex. "What did I tell you? Folks always said: tangling with me was like getting hit by a truck!"