One Against a Dozen - (illustrated)

by Alpesco

Six foot two inch Karen Sandwood faces up to a mob. And the winner is...?

"I have some important business in the city tomorrow," Karen Sandwood said, turning away from her computer. She was dressed in blue jeans and a short top that left her powerful arms and shoulders bare, along with ten rippling inches of midriff. "I'll be taking both of you with me."

"Us?" I said in surprise, looking across at my ex-fiancee, Karl.

"I may need legal witnesses." The twenty eight year-old blonde rose from the computer table, stretching to her full height of over six feet two inches. This was four inches taller than my 220 pound ex-fiancee Karl, and nine inches taller than me. "There are rumors that a property company has been making land claims around here."

"How does that involve us?" Karl said.

"It doesn't need to..." Karen Sandwood stretched out her long, heavily muscled arms until they seemed to dominate the whole kitchen. "You just do exactly as I say." Then, with a half-smile, she flexed.

I gasped. However many times she did this, it always sent a fierce thrill shuddering through me. Karen was shockingly powerful. She weighed around 200 pounds - and it was nearly all bone and stone-hard muscle. As she stood tall, her long, shapely legs swelled and hardened, rippled muscle stretching her denim jeans to bursting. The rest of her body rose in a sinuous, power-filled V from narrow waist to super-wide shoulders, topped by huge, bunching delts that looked as big as my whole head. But most impressive of all were her arms. With a span of six feet eight inches, her arms looked big even for her tall athletic body. She had trained for years to build magnificent, curving shoulder muscles and powerful forearms. When she flexed, however, you only looked at her biceps...

Karen's flexed biceps were mind-blowing. She had worked them relentlessly every single day for the past 18 years, and the result set me reeling. I watched as they grew from brick sized mounds on her relaxed arms, to swell and harden into two towering cannon balls, stone-hard, and bursting with power. Each bicep now measured a little over eighteen inches around, only seven inches smaller than her steely-muscled waist! Karen's flexed arms made my heart miss a beat!

Enjoying my helpless reaction to her power, she hardened her flex even more.

"Oh Karen!" I gasped as my knees grew weak. "Your arms are bigger than ever!"

"It's like a little obsession I've had since I was ten years old." Karen said. "I like to make sure they get that itsy bit stronger every day. There's been over six and a half thousand days since then - so they're getting in pretty good shape now."

"Karl," she beckoned with one finger. "Come here." My five foot ten companion got up and walked across. He knew a lot better now than to disobey the powerful twenty-eight year old. "Stand with your back to me, facing the table," she said. He did so. "Good. Now I'm going to use my right hand to push your body forward and down on to the table. You've got to try and resist. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

Karen placed her open palm in the middle of Karl's back, right between his shoulder blades, then she began to press her hand forward. I watched as the thirty-eight year old tried to resist. But even though he weighed twenty pounds more than our female captor, he seemed unable to stand against the pressure of her powerful right arm. I watched as his legs began to press against the edge of the table and his body was forced steadily forward.

"Try to stop me!" she said sharply.

"I am trying!" Karl gasped, his body shaking as he made a further effort to resist the intense downward pressure. "Owwwww!" he yelped as her heavily muscled arm continued to press forward. "You're hurting my back!"

"That's often the weak spot," she nodded, showing no sign of effort as her long arm continued bend Karl's body.

I watched as the heavier man's body was forced irresistibly, face-down, on to the table. "That was just too easy," Karen said as her arm kept him pinned in place. "My arm didn't have any trouble at all."

"Can you let me up now!" Karl tried to struggle free.

"When I'm ready." Karen's arm slightly increased the pressure. Karl grunted as his face and body were crushed against the table top. The six foot two inch tall blonde was the law here. Her strength and survival skills gave her the power to do exactly as she wished in this isolated wilderness. She had kept us here, against our will, for over six long months. She had made us obey her every order, and had even changed both of our names - from the original Vince and Sue, to our new names of Karl and Rosa.

If we disobeyed our six feet two inch mistress, she was strong enough to punish us physically with ease. Besides this, she could cut our rations, lengthen our workday, deny us R and R, make us run until we dropped, force us to lie motionless on the ground for hours, make us sleep in a dug out, even order us not to speak a word for days on end. Our only means of influencing our position was to try to please our powerful young captor, and do whatever she said.

In a desperate attempt to free himself, Karl forced both of his hands down against the table, trying to press himself back up. I heard him grunt with the intensity of the effort as he combined his back muscles and the pressure of both arms to try to push himself free. But he didn't rise more than a fraction of an inch before Karen's strong right arm pinned him back hard against the table.

She languidly stretched out her left to pick up a mug of coffee, raised it to her lips and took a gentle sip. As she set the mug down, an idea seemed to come to her. And her right arm began to press down on his back with even greater force.

"Ooouuuuuuughhhh!" Karl groaned as the pressure kicked in. Leaning her torso forward over his body, Karen's arm pressed down still harder. Within moments nearly all of her body weight was being pressed through that one splayed hand. Karl began to gasp fiercely for breath as his torso was compressed nearly two inches by the two hundred pounds of focussed weight. Karen continued to adjust and balance her bodyweight until she was able to lift both her feet off the floor! I gasped again as Karen straightened her powerful body to hold it horizontally above Karl. The helpless Karl was pinned to the creaking table like a moth, gasping and moaning in pain as the pressure on his back increased.

"Please!" he moaned. "I can hardly breathe!" But Karen ignored him. Stretching her free left arm out for balance, she began to raise her back, pulling it slowly up to a 45 degree angle! I gasped, holding my breath, as her long, densely-muscled body drew itself higher and higher, still balanced on that one unmoving arm! Karl was unable to move as she continued to draw her body powerfully up toward the vertical. Once her torso was balanced bolt upright, she slowly raised and straightened her legs. Her entire body was now vertical, her right arm supporting her full 200 pound weight in perfect balance.

"That's wonderful!" I gasped.

Pinned beneath her, Karl was groaning in pain. "Please stop! I can't breathe!"

"Then don't try to struggle!" she ordered. "This may bruise you up a bit, but it shouldn't kill you. I'm doing all the work."

She held her rock-steady one-arm handstand for several long minutes. Karl's face was red and his groans grew louder as he gasped harshly for air, but Karen's powerful right arm kept him pinned to the table like a bug. Her outrageous strength was literally crushing my male companion.

Sandwood looked down to admire her rock-like right arm. "Okay,” she said after a minute. “You're such a wimp. I'll ease off the pressure a bit."

I thought this meant that she was going to lower herself to the floor, but instead she just placed a second hand on his back to spread her two hundred pound weight across a greater area, while maintaining her rock-steady handstand. "Is that better?"

He grunted.

"Good." Her long arms both rippled with dense cords of muscle as they supported her. Her athletic body stretched through eight and a half feet from the palms of her hands to the up-pointed tips of her toes.

"But this is way too easy," she said. And slowly she began to bend her arms at the elbows, lowering her upright body smoothly toward the table. All the while she kept her body ramrod-straight, feet pointed toward the cabin roof. As her body dipped, she drew back her head so that she could press herself even lower. Her shoulders brushed lightly against Karl's back. Then with a rippling flare of her corded delts and triceps, she slowly extended both arms again, pressing her entire bodyweight cleanly up into a full handstand once more. She held her six feet two inch body motionless for a long moment. Then she effortlessly repeated the impressive feat.

"Wow!" I gasped.

As I watched, she repeated her awesome handstand push-ups; four, eight, ten, fifteen, then twenty times! "This really makes my arms burn.” She lowered the front of her shoulders until they brushed against Karl's back. “They feel super strong!" She pressed her long arms straight back to the vertical once more. "It's such a good feeling."

"Ooooouuuuuuggghhh!" Karl gave a long deep groan as Karen's body forced itself into a rock-steady vertical pillar above him. "You're busting my ribs..."

"I've done twenty three. I'll just do seven more," the dominating upside-down figure promised.

Karl groaned louder each time Karen completed a rep, and as she pressed her body into the vertical for the thirtieth time, he gave a long, continuous moan. Pausing, she drew a breath, holding her upside-down body ramrod straight.

"Can you let me go now?" Karl gasped.

"Just say still," Karen ordered. "I'm going to move my hands to your shoulders."

"No.." her prisoner began, but Karen had already lifted her right hand and placed it onto his right shoulder. He groaned momentarily as all her bodyweight pressed down through her left hand. Then she moved that to his left shoulder, “walking” forward half a pace across his face-down body.

"Okay," she said, her arms now set at a slightly wider stance. "Thirty more!" Karl groaned again, but there was nothing he could do. Karen's hands kept his shoulders pinned to the table even more securely than before, and as she began to perform her dominant handstand press-ups, the force only increased. I watched the huge muscles bunch at her shoulders as she pumped out thirty deep push-ups in the vertical position. The raw power of her arms was thrilling as they raised and lowered her two hundred pounds smoothly and continuously. When she had finished, she remained in the vertical position for a minute, then lowered herself easily back to the floor, at last releasing the crushing pressure on Karl.

"Oouuuuuuuuuuuughhh!" Karl gasped, needing help to raise his bruised and stiffened body from the table. His arms and back seemed badly weakened, and he could hardly breathe. Behind him, Karen drew a deep breath of satisfaction, then flexed the awesomely powerful arms that had just pressed her two hundred pound bodyweight up and down sixty times.

"Has all that power bruised you?" she asked, watching Karl as he tried to get up. "Using it has made my arms feel real good." Lowering her awesome flex, she moved her strong arms beneath his body, lifting his 220 pounds effortlessly off the table to hold him in an easy cradle. Holding him nearly three feet above the table top, she swung him across it, then turned and carried him over to the sofa, where she laid him out.

Karen was so strong! She was in a far better state than Karl. "Aren't your arms even tired?" I asked in wonder.

She gave a thin smile as her long right arm stretched out to grip me beneath my left armpit. "Let's see, shall we? Let's find out what this arm has left..."

She looked into my face, then simply pushed upward with that big right arm. And, to my shock, I began to rise too! At first my left shoulder was forced upward, then the whole left side of my body began to rise, my body stretching until my left foot was almost on tip-toe. As Karen's grip hardened beneath my arm, I felt a sense of helpless panic. She was simply so strong! I watched the huge, striated deltoid at her shoulder bunch and swell It was unsettling to have to accept that that one dense muscle had the power to lift my whole body. And now I was stretched even further, as both my feet were finally hoisted off the floor!

Karen's nostrils flared in a half-sneer of triumph as her big right arm pressed me higher and higher. There was nothing I could do! Even my entire bodyweight could not stop Karen's devastatingly strong right arm from taking me right off the ground and pressing me toward the ceiling! She was still looking at me, but now she was smiling at my expression of disbelief and shock.

"Did you think I couldn't do this?" she said. "My arms are super strong!"

As I hung painfully from her upstretched arm, my feet dangling four feet above the floor, I simply couldn't argue. Not for the first time, Karen's power seemed totally unfair. What right did she have to get so appallingly strong? I'd seen her smoothly curl a 220 pound barbell with her huge biceps. When I'd tried, I'd struggled with 50. Even Karl couldn't manage 100. And as she held me high above her, Karen didn't even seem to be hurting. In fact I was the one in worse shape, hanging from her upraised hand like a piece of meat, my head nine feet above the floor!

"Owww. OWWW! Owwwwwww!" I wailed as the pain of her steely grip increased.

"Want me to put you down?" Karen said, her voice husky, the chunky muscles rippling along her outsize arm. "The trouble is that this arm still feels pretty strong right now. I think I'll see just how much power it has left." Her long arm remained rock-steady beneath me as she spoke. "I kind of like it when people under-estimate my strength. It gives me the excuse to display my power - like this." Still suspending me with her right arm, she raised her free left, hardening its steely muscles in a dominating flex.

Even through the pain, I found Karen's enormous strength irresistibly thrilling.

"You're too strong, Karen!" I gasped.

"Don't you just love how powerful my arms are?" she purred.

"No!" I lied, wriggling like a fish on a hook in the extended torture of her painful grip.

“Are you sure?” Sandwood gave a thin smile as she looked up at me.

"I'm hurting! Let me go!"

"No hurry," Karen said with infuriating langor as her thumb and steely fingers continued to gouge painfully into my shoulder. Slowly, she let her long arm bend as she lowered my body until my feet almost brushed the ground. Then, with a suppressed smile, her arm powered my body straight back up again, over nine feet high. "Seems my arm still has a LOT of strength left." She tilted her head to look up at me. "You're going to have to be patient..."

"Oh shit!" I wailed.

Sandwood just smiled, then she repeated the move again, and then again. "Ooowwwwwwwwwww!" I wailed as the pressure beneath my arm increased each time her long arm's power forced me irresistibly upward. But Karen continued to press me up a fifth, sixth, eighth, and then a tenth time. As well as the pain, I was feeling sick now, completely under the control of that one, rippling, densely muscular arm.

"Please!" I wailed in desperation.

"Don't be such a drama queen!" She slowly began to lower her arm and me with it. However again she stopped the movement with my feet still inches above the floor. She held me, firm and unwavering, with my head at face height, my feet still hanging free. I had a close up glimpse of the big hard arm and shoulder muscles that were suspending me. They were so large and strong. I had a strong urge to kiss them.

"The other thing I like," she added, "..is to exercise both of my arms equally.."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes." She gave a nod.

“Stand still,” she ordered as her right arm lowered me to the ground. I had no choice but to obey. Karen had almost absolute power here. She flexed her powerful right arm as her left hand clamped firmly beneath my right shoulder. The appalling thing was that her left arm seemed every bit as strong as her right. I saw its big muscles swell, and then I felt it start to press irresistibly upward, lifting my whole body off the floor yet again! Within seconds I was hanging, like a rag doll, high above her. I groaned with discomfort. But I was like a doll in her grasp as her powerful arm lowered me, then pushed me toward the roof again and then again. A groaning Karl watched from the sofa as Sandwood pressed me up and down a total of ten times in a display of dominating strength.

"No more, Karen!" I said. "Please!"

"All right," Karen nodded, finally relaxing the rippling muscles that dominated her arm as she let my body ease to the ground. "That should be enough.” She wasn't even breathing hard! “Of course my right arm is nice and rested again now..."

"Oh no. Please!" I backed away.

"Only joking," Karen said, raising her big right arm in another gigantic, knee-weakening flex, "I'll let you off that - but I think I could do another six or seven reps with this if I wanted."

I gasped in relief as I rubbed my bruised armpits. "You are SO powerful!" I brushed against her swelling right bicep and deltoid with my face, trying to fight the almost overwhelming urge to kiss them and make myself totally subject to their power.

Karen looked at me with amusement. "Kiss them," she said. It was an order, and I obeyed. I plastered her dominating arm and shoulder with kisses as she kept them strongly flexed. "Now the left," she said as I obeyed. Then she ordered Karl to stand and join me in kissing her hard, powerful muscles. Neither of us now even thought of disobeying our young captor. Then we had to kneel and kiss her body and jean-clad legs while she flexed. Her flaring thigh muscles felt like warm stone beneath her denim jeans as we kissed every inch of them, acknowledging Sandwood's power. We continued for long minutes until she told us we could stop. Karen's dominance was unchallengeable. It helped make her the absolute ruler here. "Okay," she said, seeming satisfied with our submission. "You can get back to your normal work now, while I complete my morning training."

Next morning, Karen changed into a sleeveless top and black miniskirt, and told us to prepare for our trip to the city.

"Stupid bitch!" Karl whispered to me as we prepared to get into the passenger seats of Sandwood's pick-up. "She's gotten over-confident if she thinks she can stop us getting away once we're in town."

Karen negotiated the pick-up down many miles of bumpy track to reach the first surfaced roadway, and then along the road toward town. Within a few hours we were on busy highway. "This is great!" Karl whispered to me. "We're back in civilization."

The city was not large, but it came as a shock after months of isolation. Karen drove us into a basement garage, parking in a darkened corner away from the entrance. "Follow me." She picked up a slim black case full of papers. "If someone says hello, you nod. Nothing else. You may be in town, but you're just as much under my control as you were in the mountains." Even though she was dressed in a blouse, miniskirt and calf-length boots, both of us knew that she remained extremely powerful. When Karl had tried to seek help on our last trip to town, she had knocked him out with just one huge punch, then simply picked up his unconscious body in front of an astonished crowd, and carried him away. Not one person had tried to intervene.

An elevator took us to the tenth floor. To my surprise, this was not the company office I had been expecting. A sign said, CLUB PACIFICO. Gaming machines and dealer tables occupied a broad lobby with a marble floor. A wide staircase rose to a gallery with a bar and more gaming machines. A man in a dark suit gave us coffee, then led us along a corridor to a meeting room where another man in a suit was waiting.

"Your company has been laying claim to old properties in these mountains." Karen pointed to a map. "Your claims threaten my rights."

"Your rights?" the man said. "Our lawyers couldn't find any trace of your rights. Mayer Holdings runs clubs and casinos, but we also buy up old leases and land-debts across the north west. Some people with land in your area died owing money. That gives us claim to whatever property they left."

"I have a prior claim on some of that property," Karen passed him a paper. "The owners made 40% of it over to me, several years ago."

"They had no right to do that," the man said. "When we take on a loan we get 100% security."

Karen shook her head. "This deal was made long before that bank-loan," she pointed to a date. "Your company has no claim on my share."

The man gave a sneer. "Our boys have done some research on you, Ms Sandwood," he took a step back from the table and pressed a buzzer. "You're a squatter and troublemaker. And we don't give your sort a free ride... That coffee you just drank while you were waiting." He pointed to her cup. "It should be taking effect right now..."

"You..." Karen's voice slurred. She began to look woozy, then she slumped back into her seat, unconscious.

"Fast acting tranquilizer," the man said, as four black-suited security men entered the room. "We put enough in that glass to knock out five guys."

"We can help you!" Karl said suddenly. "Whatever you want to do. She's a kidnapper. She was holding us prisoner!"

"What?" the man in charge said. "Who are you?"

"My name is Karl, and this is Rosa," Karl began. Then he stopped. "No..." He hesitated. "Those aren't our names. Our names are... errr... Karl - no - Vince, and err... Susan... Yes. Vince and and Ro-Susann..."

"These hick morons don't even know what their own names are!" the man spat. "Take them all to the cool room and secure them."

"No. Wait!" Karl called, but the men were already dragging us along a corridor into a large changing room. Long wooden benches were fixed to the walls. Karen was placed on the first of the benches, her arms stretched out and tied firmly to the wooden backrests with composite rope. The two of us were handcuffed with vinyl restraints to a timber post near the other wall. "Look." Karl pleaded. "We're on your side. Help us out, and we'll testify..."

"Why don't you just shut your mouth?" The first of the security men snarled as they left, locking the outer door.

"Why sell Karen out like this?" I asked. "We don't know who these people are..."

"Whoever they are, this is our best chance yet of escaping the bitch." Karl nodded to the slowly-recovering Karen. "Don't you see? We can get home - back to our old lives."

Karen groaned, as she began to come back to her senses. Her constitution must be strong to shake off the huge dose of drugs so quickly. "My head feels like shit. What happened?"

"They drugged you and took your papers," I said. "We've been locked up."

"Oh... Yeah..." Karen said, looking more alert and purposeful as she stretched her long arms. "I remember now. And those scumbags have tried to tie me up..." I saw her tied-down hands gather themselves into large blocky fists. Each of her outstretched arms had been firmly roped to the long bench's wooden backrest. The backrest was six inches wide by an inch and a half thick, and fixed to the wall by steel bolts. With a shrug of her muscular shoulders, Sandwood used her long, muscular arms to test her bonds, but they had been well tied, and they didn't give.

"They tied those knots real tight." I said.

"I can feel that," Karen said. "But they forgot one thing. My arms just LOVE a challenge!" With that she began to pull her outsize arms outward and forward. The big muscles rose along her arms as she fought to tear herself free. The huge deltoids at her shoulders rippled and hardened, swelling until each seemed as large as her face. I watched the swollen hardness of her broad pectorals as they thickened and strained beneath her top. Along her arms the big biceps rose, swelling explosively.

"You won't break those ropes!" Karl sneered. "They're nylon composite."

"I'm not going to break the ropes," Karen said in a low voice as her eyes narrowed. She drew a breath, then I watched her put a surge of energy into her powerful six feet eight inch wingspan. I held my breath as the heavy muscles of her outstretched arms and shoulders grew and defined. The biceps, delts, pecs and lats swelled and hardened to a shocking new level of size and definition. As she flexed her long arms, she forced them steadily forward. And suddenly there was a symphony of noise coming from the thick, riveted backrests on either side of her..

Crreeeaakkkk! ... CRACCCKK! ... CREEAAAKKK! ... CCRRURRCKKKKK! ... CRACCKKKKKKKKKKKK!! The ripping, crumbling, tearing sounds grew steadily louder, and went on and on as her big big arms continued to press powerfully forward. And to my amazement, the thick wooden beams seemed actually to be moving from the wall! My eyes widened as I began to see signs of the beams, bending, cracking and tearing away from the concrete! Karen's face looked concentrated as she continued to pour on the power. CRRAAACCKKKKKK! ... RRRRRRRRIPPPPP! ... POW! ... CCCRRRUNNNKKK! Metal bolts flew explosively out of the concrete wall as Karen's arms forced the big lengths of wood forward. I gasped. Sandwood's arms were unbeatable! They seemed like the branches of some living oak, straining to tear themselves free. Her huge biceps looked as if they had been carved out of stone as they flexed her long forearms, swelled and peaked. And it seemed as if nothing could restrain them!

"This can't resist ME!" she said as her arms pressed remorselessly forward.

CCCCRRRRUNNNNNKKK! ... KRRAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKK! ... KROWWWWWWWWWWWW! ... CREEEE-AAAACCKKK! ... KAROOOOOOMMMMMMM! The thick pieces of timber tore apart like balsa wood as they sheared away from the wall under the immense pressure.

Karen's massive biceps continued to flex. Bolts and chunks of concrete fell from the wall behind as her upper arms swept forward, the final resistance of the wooden beams broken. "Ooohhh!" I gasped. Karen's awesome arms seemed completely irresistible. She stood up as the last remnants of the wooden bench-back broke apart and fell to the floor. Stretching her powerful arms out wide, she shook the last shattered pieces of timber free. Then she slipped the now loose ropes from her wrists, and flexed.

"That felt good!" she said, rippling her abs and hardening her massive double bicep flex as she turned to glance at the wreckage behind her.

"Karen. Your arms are wonderful!" I gasped.

Sandwood tightened her flex even more, making her biceps, delts and pectorals even larger and more defined. The move sent a fierce tremor through me that made me feel faint. "They like a little test occasionally," she said. "But now for you two."

We had been tied to a wooden pillar, a two inch by four inch post of hard wood that ran from ceiling to the base of the locker units.

She placed her arm through the wooden clamp. I was shocked how quickly the big muscle rose. It was so big and full and solid. But as Karen's arm flexed, the muscle kept on expanding, forcing against the wood. CRRR-AAA-AAA-AAAACKKKK! I couldn't believe it! The wood was actually bending as her huge muscle pressed against it! CCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKK! With a sound like a bullet, the wooden pillar cracked in half! Karen raised her freed arm, pressing it forward through the remains of the broken pillar. She flexed once more, shaking off the dust and wood shards as we slipped our plastic cuffs free.

"See?' Karen said. "It's pretty hard to restrain these big babies!" She hardened her flex, rotating her shoulders forward. "But now to get out of here." She strode forward. Her long leg rose and kicked the locked door. KERASSSSSSHHHHHH! It flew apart as shattered chunks of wood and metal splinters hurtled aross the outside hallway. Karen stepped through what remained of the inch-thick door, completely destroyed in a fraction of a second. We followed her down the hallway until we came to the main atrium.

A dark-suited man moved forward into our path. "How...?" He said in surprise.

"I want to speak with your boss," Karen said. "Where is he?"

"Mr Morwell's office is upstairs - but you can't go up there!"

Karen brushed past him. But as she strode towards the stairway, a dozen men emerged from the corridors and the main atrium. About half were security, in black suits. The rest were bartenders, cleaners and maintenance men. They formed a line, three deep, across the main room.

"I don't know who you are," their leader said, "..or how you got out of the sauna room, but you're not going any farther."

"You're joking, right?" Karen raised her eyebrow. "You guys would do better to just stand aside and let me past."

"That's not going to happen, lady.” Two of the men stepped toward Karen.

Sandwood's long arm moved forward in a smooth, easy motion. However the languid appearance of her first punch belied its effect. KROOOOOMMMMMMMMPPPP! The noise of the impact was heavy and deep. The 200 pound man stopped moving forward and staggered seven paces back. Karen watched him as he buckled, doubled over, and then began to throw up on the floor. She flexed the right arm that had done the damage as her victim curled up on the floor. "He didn't last long," she said. "Last warning – stand aside, or you get just the same."

With that, the assembled men rushed her.

Sandwood drew back her still-flexed arm, squinted her eyes, and retaliated, moving with startling speed, turning, twisting, and hitting hard with both arms. And every single blow made contact.

The sound of Karen's punches was shockingly heavy and unbelievably loud, drowning out the piped music, and echoing across the hall as Karl and I backed away. CRUMP! ... KRUMPPP! ... KROOOOMMMM! KRAMMMMMMM! ... KROOOOMMMMPPP! Each blow sounded like a forty pound hammer falling from the roof onto a sack of gravel. And they were wreaking havoc! Karen faced an unbroken line of flunkeys, waiters and dark-suited security men. She couldn't miss.

Struck by her scything fists, men flew backward out of the line, groaning and bleeding. As Karen warmed to her task, the crump of one fierce blow ran seamlessly into the next in a continuous wall of sound. The power that Karen was able to generate was shocking. She just kept on landing those big, heavy blows without a break. The men facing her varied in size and build. Most were shorter than Sandwood, three were as tall, one taller. But none of them were trained, or anything like as strong as the powerful six foot two inch blonde. They weren't fighting as a co-ordinated unit, and they were unprepared for the speed, power and accuracy of Karen's blows.

What made things still worse for them was that Karen's long arms enabled her to strike her opponents while she was still well out of their reach. This gave her an awesome advantage which she used to full effect, striking her opponents with shattering force before they had the chance to hit back. Sandwood moved fluidly, maintaining an optimum distance as she unloaded hit after powerful hit. The storm of blows was unrelenting; the deep sound of each impact united with the groans of pain from each recipient. Ouugghhh! Oooooommmmpp! Aaaaaahhhh! KRUMMMMMPPPPP! Ouuuufffffffff!

What was even more dismaying for her opponents - and for Karl's hope of escape - was that not one of the men seemed able to hurt our captor.

Karen's incredible reach, speed and power had already begun to tell, making the easy victory that the twelve had expected, look more and more distant. None of the defenders seemed able to land more than a glancing blow upon the six foot two inch amazon. And even if one of their panicked blows hit its target, it seemed to glance harmlessly off a muscular arm, a back or a shoulder. Then one of Sandwood's heavy fists would deal out inevitable and fearsome retaliation - exploding into the attacker's face or body with shattering force. Karen's face took on an arrogant sneer as her blows inflicted more and more pain and devastation while she remained unhurt. Her stone-hard fists, which could punch through an inch-thick door with ease, were punishing these men severely. I gasped at the power with which her arms could hit, again and again and again. And each strike did fearsome damage. Bodies were twisted and flung backward, heads knocked forcefully around through 180 degrees, faces buckled and streaming with blood. I was shocked at how many of the men were getting badly hurt.

Four men already looked totally out of the fight. Three were sprawled on the ground, one of them coughing up blood The fourth was on his knees, his face looking like a slab of raw steak, his jaw badly broken. CRACCKKKKKKKK! ... KROOOOOOOOMMMMPP! The noise grew deeper still as Karen warmed to her task. I gasped as two more men were taken out of the line, and sent spinning to the ground. A third man was staggering drunkenly, not seeming to know what was happening around him. Karen was so SO powerful! She hit SO hard! Her face filled with purpose.

She took a quick step back, distancing herself from the six men still fit enough to threaten her. To my surprise, Sandwood still looked completely unhurt, her face confident and determined, almost smiling as she studied her startled opponents. This was no retreat, just another move to exploit her advantage. I could see that she was thinking all the time – constantly calculating – her mind and body united in a single purpose. The thick muscles on her legs flickered as she altered her balance. The six-pack at her waist rippled powerfully. Then her upper body twisted. KRUMMMPPPPPP! ... KRUUUMMMMMMMMM! ... KROOOOOOOOMMMMMM! Three more breathtakingly powerful blows cut a swathe into the remaining group. Two men reeled backward, broken faces streaming with blood. A third clutched the ribs on his left side, moaning in pain. Sandwood stepped back and to one side, avoiding a desperate charge from the three others.

The largest of them aimed a huge blow at Karen's skull. Somehow she managed to intercept it with her left shoulder. This was one of the few dangerous blows to actually make contact with Sandwood. I heard the noise as the heavy fist glanced off a power-filled deltoid. I saw her wince of pain - but the most dangerous part of its force had been deflected. I watched her eyes narrow as she turned to focus on the big man, her long right arm scything round in a vengeful return punch. I knew by the look on Sandwood's face that she really meant this one. Karen was so strong that I felt real concern for the larger man. But there was nothing I could do.

Her huge punch impacted in the middle of the left side of his face. The sound was like a booted foot stamping on a castle made of plywood. The man spun round like a top, to crash heavily into the far wall. I gasped when I saw his face. It certainly did not pay to tick off Karen. Every bone on the left side of his face looked to have been shattered, his upper and lower jaw, his cheekbone, his nose and more. Eight teeth spilled to the floor from the broken side of his mouth. There was blood pouring everywhere, drenching his suit and white shirt! I stared as he fell to his knees and curled up in a fetal position, moaning in pain and clutching his ruined face. This guy no longer presented any sort of a threat. In fact his only future now was of long, pain-filled weeks in hospital.

The remaining men looked shocked, disorientated, unsure how to handle this incredibly tall, fast, and powerful opponent. Moments before, they hadn't even thought it would be a contest. There had been twelve of them, and one tall young woman. But Karen still looked unhurt, while many of them had been badly injured. Three more men stumbled back to their feet to join the remaining two. They still had a big advantage in number, but now they knew how fearsome a danger her fists presented. I could see fear in their eyes. Some began to back away from the powerful 28 year-old. None wanted to be next to feel one of her devastating punches. Karen took a confident step forward, her eyes narrow as she selected a target.

KROOOOOOOMMMMMMMP! The nearest guy's face spun round in a spray of blood, saliva and flying teeth. His face seemed to implode as he fell to the ground. The four other men charged as one, in a desperate attempt to take her down. With one KRACKKKKKK! her left arm scythed up and across to put one thickset man authoritatively down. Then she bent, turned and drove forward, catching one of her assailants across each shoulder. Long arms wrapped around their waists. Then she just stood, taking both of them up with her, draped across her shoulders, heads dangling down her back. For a moment she stood tall, with the squirming men held six feet above the marble floor. Then she turned, hurling them both heavily to the ground behind her.

At once long fingers clenched once more. KRAMMMMMMM! KROOMMMMPPPP! Heavy fists inflicted two more blows, one to the chest another to the midriff of the fourth man. He hurtled ten yards backward, crashed into a slot machine, then fell, gasping for air. I watched him writhing in pain on the floor as Sandwood turned back to the two men she had just dropped to the hard stone floor. She watched as they staggered, dazed and painfully, to their feet.

"Hit her!" Karl roared desperately from behind me. But the remaining flunkeys seemed to have few options left. There was no escape from Karen's super-long reach. She just had too many advantages. Her speed, her power, the devastating length of her arms. KRROOOOOMMPPP! Oooooouuuugh! One man doubled over, unable to breathe. KERRRRRR-ACCCKKKK! The second's jaw disintegrated under a meteor strike to his chin. I noticed that two of the waitresses behind the bar were now unashamedly cheering for Sandwood, whooping and screaming as each of her shattering blows slammed home, cheering as each male defender was sent crashing, injured, to the ground.

To my shock, barely three minutes had passed, and her opponents had been devastated. Karen was just too powerful, even for these twelve men! There was no defence against the speed, accuracy and horrifying power of her long arms. A few of the men tried to regroup. Four of the guards had regained their footing, two of those were standing unsteadily, and all four showed evidence of having been hit hard at least once. Seeing their reduced numbers, Karen allowed a sneering smile to cross her face as she moved forward, long arms poised to hand out whatever further punishment she decided upon. The choice was hers.

"She's won," I gasped, shocked by the realization. And as Sandwood advanced, the men fell back, tripping over their fallen comrades, frightened and bewildered, but not yet realizing the hopelessness of their position. As I stared, she focussed on the largest man left on his feet. KRAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK! A huge, upward-swinging, right-to-left blow impacted just beneath his breastbone.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” His grunt was almost a scream as his body was hurled right across the room by the force of that one brutal blow. He crashed into a concrete wall, his chest misshapen. He didn't move, slumping against the wall as he continued to moan in pain.

Despite our vanishing prospect of freedom, the dominance of Sandwood's long, powerful arms was truly thrilling. There had been twelve men, ranging from eighteen to fifty, set against the six feet two inch, twenty-eight year-old. Now just three were left. They retreated up the curving stairs. Karen followed, leaving behind her the mayhem in the atrium. KROOOOMMMMMMPPPP! Her right arm struck again. A man spun round three times and slumped to the ground.

Sandwood paused to look down at the ten fallen men. "I am SO powerful!" She gave a gloating grin. "And these guys can't do ANYTHING about it!" A third man appeared a the top of the staircase, and all three tried to come at her at once.

KRRRRROMMMMMMMMM! Her right arm struck lightning-fast and with brutal power. The central man was driven crashing back into the two others. All three staggered backward. The man she'd hit fell, his nose spurting blood, his cheekbone caved in. "That wasn't too clever..." she said. "It just ticks me off - and that's going to end up very painful for you." She drew a breath, rippling her muscular midriff. If her stance was intended to intimidate, it worked. The two men left standing were already backing away.

They weren't fast enough. Karen's oppressively powerful right arm hit out for the fourth time in a row. It was almost as if she had decided that she no longer needed to call on her left. Again she didn't miss, and again the damage was shocking. Her victim's face seemed to shatter and deform as he hit the ground in a motionless heap.

Now she reached toward the second man. One long arm stretched out to grasp his armpit, the second gripped his upper thigh. Then, with a single surge of power, she pressed her big arms up high - and the 200 pound man went up with them!

Sandwood gave a roar of triumph as her arms and legs straightened, lifting the six foot figure clean off the steps and up and up until he was suspended high above her head! I gave a scream of adulation as the six feet two inch tall amazon performed the awesome feat. The watching waitresses screamed too as Karen's powerful arms hoisted the large security guard upward to hold him fully nine feet above the step! The shocked and terrified minion wailed and howled, writhing helplessly in Karen's steely grip. My mouth dropped open as he hung stretched out above her, supported only by Sandwood's long, densely muscular arms. The two young women below kept whooping and squealing, seemingly driven into orgasms as Sandwood continued to hold the six foot man suspended above her.

"Please! Stop! Let me down!" the man cried, his voice quavering.

“Don't speak.” Karen's hands tightened their grip, producing a squeal of pain from their suspended victim. She looked up at the figure above her, then turned slowly with him braced high above her head, as if displaying him to everyone watching. He grew quiet as he realised his absolute helplessness, but he was still trembling. The twenty eight year old amazon bent her head to look down at the main entrance hall twenty feet below. I shuddered to my core, turned on by the fact that Karen seemed to have no problem at all maintaining this dominant lift. After all the exertion she had already put in, she was holding the 200 pound man high above her like a straw dummy.

Two of the men beneath had got back to their feet and were making to come up the stair after her. For a moment Sandwood just stood with the big man held above her. Then with a roar she hurled the writhing body forward and down. He screamed as he fell, but Karen's arms had hurled him with deadly accuracy, choosing his trajectory with care. His body hurtled over fifteen feet straight down, directly into the two men at the bottom of the stairway. The 200 pound body crashed heavily into the two assailants, felling them like tenpins. There was a chorused cry of pain as the crushing impact knocked all three men into a stunned and moaning heap.

Karen watched, until satisfied that none of them was going to attempt to stand up again. It was clear that several arms, legs and ribs had been snapped like celery stalks by the impact of her human missile. A broad stream of blood ran from one man's jaw to pool on the jackets of the two others. Lowering her powerful arms, she turned to the few men still standing.

"Kneel!" she ordered, knowing that she was now in complete command of the room. The three remaining men looked at the carnage around them, then did so.

"I don't believe it!" Karl gasped. "She's beaten them all!"

“She's crushed them!” I said, looking round at the moaning, injured bodies on the floor. “It's like she's unbeatable!”

"Tie the others up, then come here." She ordered Karl, me, and the three kneeling men. We obeyed.

"Are you okay Karen?" I asked.

"Sure." She gave a nod. "Those unfit bozos couldn't do a thing to stop me cutting loose with these!" She flexed her heavily muscled arms yet again – her body reeking of power. "I could have taken down another dozen if I'd had to,” she sneered. “My arms feel so good! I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed a good bar-room slug out.."

"Some of these guys look badly hurt," I said.

"It's their own fault." Sandwood gazed at the congealing red pools spattered across the marble floor. The sharp smell of blood was filling my nostrils. "I had to put them down quick or I could have got hurt. So if they're hurting now – tough."

The six feet two inch, twenty-eight year-old took a step forward. The man she had hit hardest was lying still, a growing pool of blood surrounding his head. She knelt close to him, checking his breathing, her big biceps rising gently as her long arms moved. "Write this down." Her voice carried across to some of the lurking attendants. "This guy needs to see the doctor first! He's got trouble breathing. That big blow I gave him has pulped his upper jaw, nose and cheekbones. There may also be a crack to the left side of the skull. Are you getting all this?” A man nodded. “Good. I hit him real hard, and the debris from his nose and jaw is partially blocking the main airways. The lower jaw's broken too – but only in two places. There's at least twelve teeth missing, and he may have swallowed some. Some of these other guys are pretty badly hurt too."

Karen strode across to one of the fallen figures at the top of the stairs. "You the one in charge here?" she said.

The man grunted, fresh blood running down his shirt.

"You're going to sign the deeds of that property over to me. Any objections?"

The figure shook his head. A few seconds later he, and two of his subordinates, had signed the papers. "And if you make any attempt to go back on this, I'll be back to see you again. Understand?"

The bloodied figure nodded.

"Good." The mini-skirted figure looked across the expanse of moaning victims on the floor. She strode across to the telephone array and ripped out the cables. "I'll phone for a medical team as soon as I'm out of the building." She turned to Karl and I. "Now come with me," she said.

Both of us nodded.

The next day, back at the cabin, Karen pointed out a small internet news report. “Read it out loud,” she ordered me.

I did as she said:

ASSAULT AT CLUB PACIFICO

Seven ambulances were called out to downtown gambling and leisure venue, Club Pacifico, yesterday, following what Chief Executive, Mike Morwell, described as a violent gangland raid, aimed at seizing the large amounts of money held on the premises.

“At least six of them burst in,” Mr Morwell said. “They wore masks and were armed with clubs, steel bars and knuckledusters. Some staff members tried to stop the gang reaching my office, but many got badly hurt. Six men have been kept in hospital overnight, and four of those are expected to need reconstructive surgery for extensive head injuries. I'm lucky that I escaped with just two cracked ribs and slight concussion.”

Hospital authorities reported that many of the Club Pacifico staff members had extremely severe injuries which reflected the brutality of the shocking attack.

“One man had been hit so hard that he had to be put on life-support,” a hospital spokesman said. “The whole left side of his face had been caved in by a blow of shattering force. All six victims detained overnight had multiple broken bones, several were suffering from shock. One individual had a fractured sternum and eight broken ribs – all the result of one extremely forceful blow, probably from a heavy steel bar.”

“Steel bar!” Karen snorted, balling her right fist. “That was an upward-swinging right, delivered on a slight right to left trajectory! I must have done it at least fifty times in the last ten years. Impact it just right, at the base of the sternum, and I can guarantee a minimum of five or six ribs snapped. With one guy last year I broke eighteen! He needed five operations to fix him up, and eight months in hospital. And this right hand of mine didn't feel a thing.”

“There's one more sentence,” I said.

The thieves are said to have got away with 50,000 dollars in cash. A reward has been posted for their capture.

“Liars. They're pulling an insurance scam,” Karen said, “Morwell must have paid the help off too. Of course they're not going to admit that they got completely trashed by one twenty-eight year-old!”

“Who would believe them if they did,” I said.