Not Tonight, Elaine.
by Alpesco
Bob's girlfriend, Elaine, gets frisky.

Bob works on my team in the Sales Office. I hadn't known a lot about him until we were working on the same set of accounts one day, and I'd gone round to his home to finish things off. A week later there was still a lot of work to be done on the sales projections, so Bob invited me to join him and his girlfriend Elaine for the weekend at the lake. He had borrowed a large cabin and we spent most of Saturday working on the figures while Elaine, and Bob's thirty five year-old sister, Della, relaxed on the lakefront.

At just after four o'clock Elaine came back into the cabin. "Enough work, Bob," she said. "You've been at that all day!" Elaine was twenty three, at least ten years younger than Bob, and at six feet tall, she was almost three inches taller than him too, although I would have said that Bob weighed more. Blonde and slender, with long, sleek-muscled arms, and strong athletic legs, she wore a short black mini skirt and a cut-down top.

"Hi Elaine," Bob turned round toward her. "Just a few more minutes."

Ignoring me, Elaine walked up to him and wrapped her arms about his lower body. "No more minutes," she said, grabbing one of Bob's butt cheeks in each hand. Then, without a sign of effort, she curled her long arms, powering her hands upward, and lifting the thirty-five year-old right off the floor!

"Elaine! No!" Bob's alarmed protests did him no good at all as his good-looking girlfriend's steely hands tightened their grip on his butt cheeks, lifting him easily to waist height.

Elaine performed the lift with just the strength in her forearms. She leaned back a little to inspect him as her two splayed hands supported him in front of her. He attempted to wriggle free, but her long arms held him firmly in position, the dense biceps swelling gently as they took all of his weight.

"You're very strong," I said, impressed.

"This doesn't take a whole lot of effort," she said, rearranging her fingers slightly. "You've seen me pick up Bob before."

"But not like that," I said. "You make it look so easy."

"Bob doesn't weigh too much more than I do," Elaine said, turning a little more to face me. "I weigh around 145. He's somewhere around 170. Lifting him is fun."

"Aren't you getting tired, sweetheart?" Bob asked.

"Not on your life," Elaine smiled and moved her arms again, raising her hands still higher, until they were at shoulder height. Within seconds Bob's embarrassed face was looking down at her from right next to the ceiling, fully nine feet above the floor.

"Stop!" he said. "That's too high."

"I won't let you fall," Elaine turned around in a complete circle, still supporting Bob's butt in her spread hands. "I can do this, easy. I like to keep fit, don't I, Bob?"

"You can put me down now," Bob said, looking more and more embarrassed as his much younger girlfriend carried him around like a plaster doll. "I've just got a couple more accounts to check..."

"I'm not letting you do any more accounts," Elaine said firmly, turning and walking with him across the lounge and into the kitchen area. She halted in front of the six feet six inch high freezer.

"What are you going to do?" Bob wriggled nervously.

"Just this." Elaine gave a soft grunt, and her long arms rippled and stretched, exerting themselves a little more to heave Bob's butt smoothly up another eighteen inches. Then she sat him down on top of the freezer. Easing her hands free, she stepped back, leaving him sitting like Humpty Dumpty way up on top of the refrigerator.

"Help me down!" Bob said, perched seven feet up.

"No way," Elaine said, stretching her long arms and doing a flex. "You stay right up there until you agree to stop being boring."

Bob looked irritated. His feet were dangling five feet above the floor. If he tried to drop down unaided, he risked hurting himself badly on the tiled floor. And his position was so cramped that he couldn't turn around to clamber down more safely. "This isn't funny, Elaine!" he said as she walked back outside, leaving him sitting high up in the ceiling space. "Can you help me down, Jeff?"

I walked up to the freezer and tried. But to my surprise, Bob felt really heavy. He didn't weigh too much short of two hundred pounds, and he was almost impossible to lift from that position.

"I can't really help you, Bob," I said, struggling.

"Try!" Bob said

At last I got my arms up round his waist and managed to half-support him off the top of the freezer, trying to slide him to the ground. Half-way down, his weight came forward and we both collapsed in a heap on the floor. I looked up to see Elaine grinning down at us from the doorway.

"This isn't funny, Elaine!" Bob scowled. "We both could have been hurt."

"You should have waited," Elaine laughed. "I'd have lifted you down when I was ready. Bob's a pretty heavy guy," she added. "He's too bulky for most people to handle."

"I'm bigger than you are," I said.

"Maybe," the twenty three year-old said. "But I'm clearly a lot better at lifting."


"What are you all doing?" A smaller woman came in from outside.

"We were just horsing around," Elaine said.

"This is my sister Della," Bob added, climbing back to his feet to introduce us.

"Hello," Della held out her hand. "My husband will be joining us in the morning. He has business in the city this evening."

With work firmly disrupted we had our dinner, after which Della went in to her bedroom to finish unpacking.

Elaine walked across to Bob and simply picked him up in her arms. Again I was astounded by how easy it seemed for her. She lifted him into a cradle, seeming without effort, and carried him over to the sofa. Smiling, she put him down, sat down next to him, and started cuddling up to him, snaking her long arms around his body as she leant forward to kiss him.

"I've no time for this tonight Elaine," Bob said. "I still have all that work to do."

"You can leave that till morning," Elaine said, kissing his neck.

"Stop it Elaine," Bob looked embarrassed. "Jeff is here."

"He doesn't mind us having a cuddle," she said. "Do you, Jeff?"

"Er.. no," I said.

"There. You see?"

"I still don't..." Bob tried to free himself from the 23 year-old's embrace, stretching his right arm up. With a smirk, Elaine forced it easily back down again with her left. Bob grunted with effort as his resistance was overcome.

"It's no use trying to fight me," Elaine smiled. "I'm just too strong."

She leaned forward across Bob as her arms wrapped themselves even more tightly around him. I could see that he was still trying to free himself, but Elaine was startlingly strong. Her hands grasped his wrists and forced his arms down and then behind his back as she rolled on top of him. Her long legs spread out slightly, and then tightened around him to imprison the whole of his lower body. Within moments Bob simply couldn't move an inch as he lay beneath Elaine on the couch. Her long, sleekly-muscled legs and arms held him in a solid grip.

"Let me loose!" Bob squirmed helplessly in the grip of Elaine's arms and legs, unable to move any part of his body more than a fraction of an inch.

"Why should I do that?" Elaine asked, raising her head above her helpless captive. "So you can start bean-counting again?"

"Those figures are important," he said. "You're being extremely annoying."

"You love it when I overpower you," Elaine said, grinning as her legs gave him a squeeze, "Admit it."

"Nnnnnngh!" Bob responded, seeming in some considerable discomfort as her legs applied pressure to his lower body. Again he tried to struggle free.

"You can't break free," she said. "I've got you all trussed up, just the way I want you. I've held guys a lot bigger than you completely helpless in this grip. You're not getting out of it. You can ask me to let you move, if you like. If you ask nicely, I may release you."

"Okay," Bob gasped. "Please let me go!"

"No." Elaine shook her head and grinned wickedly as she squeezed him even tighter. "I don't think so."

Bob groaned as Elaine's arms and legs applied still more pressure. Seeing the effect of her constriction, she arched her neck and began kissing his face and body, using lots of small kisses. After a few moments she drew up her knees on either side of her helpless captive, and then, with an arch of her body, she lifted Bob's 180 pound body a foot forward beneath her. Her right hand released him and came forward, gripping the lapel of his shirt. In a single move, she ripped it wide open so that she could kiss his torso. With a further twist of her hand, she tore the remains of the shirt from his body.

"I think it may be time I went to bed." I said, a little embarrassed.

"No need. We're just fooling around," the sinuous young woman said. She seemed to enjoy forcing herself on Bob, and knowing that he could do nothing to stop her doing exactly as she wanted.

And despite himself, Bob seemed to be succumbing to Elaine's forceful approach, and he was starting to respond. She bent forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. The kiss seemed to last for minutes. She covered his face with hers and pressed down hard and long. At long last she raised her head and Bob breathed in a deep gulp of air. He looked barely conscious.

"Now that was what I call a kiss," Elaine said. Her right hand went down to his jeans, gripping the waistband. She pulled sharply downward. At once there was a harsh tearing noise as her hand ripped the thick material apart. A second powerful jerk tore the waistband wide open. Her strong arm continued to pull down and outward, producing a continuing ripping sound as it tore the denim pants apart all the way from waistband to heel.

"Hey! I liked these jeans!"

"Too late," Elaine said as she tore away the last remains of the pair. "Now they're history." She flexed the arm that had just ripped the heavy-duty jeans apart like cheesecloth, producing a large, solid bicep.

"You're some girl!" Bob admitted.

Just then the back bedroom door opened and Bob's sister, Della came back in. "What are you doing!" she said.

"Oh! Della." Bob was startled. "We were just..." he stumbled.

"I think I can see what you were doing." his sister frowned staring at the remains of Bob's jeans. "This woman is obviously not the sort of person I want my family to associate with."

"Oh?" Elaine said, rising to her feet. "You may be ten years older than me, but that doesn't give you the right to be obnoxious. Now I want you to listen to me..."

"I have no intention of listening to you!" Della tried to stride away, but Elaine stepped in front of her.

"You will listen to me," she frowned. "How much do you weigh?"

"Around one hundred and forty pounds... Oh!" Della gasped as Elaine's long arms curved beneath her, sweeping her right off her feet to hold her in a cradle.

"You're so strong!" Della's eyes widened.

"That's nothing." Elaine removed the support of her left arm, holding Della in place with just her right. Della gasped.

"You'll drop me! Put me down!" the older woman cried shrilly.

"I don't think so," Elaine's voice came flatly - and with a grunt she began to press her long arms upward - and the 140 pound woman began to rise with them! Already Della's body had risen to head height in Elaine's arms. And the twenty-three year-old's rangy arms continued to extend. Her hands gripped hard as her arms straightened, pressing the older woman's body up and up until Della was supported nearly two feet above Elaine's head!

I gasped. Elaine hadn't used her legs, or any other kind of jerking motion to help her raise the 140 pound woman over eight feet high! She had simply used the raw strength in her incredible, long arms. The dense muscles coiled and flickered along their length as they raised the weight.

She looked really purposeful now as she held the body of the 140 pound woman stretched out above her head. Elaine's left arm supported Della's hips and lower body. Her right propped up the upper body by the shoulder. Supporting the weight looked easy for her. Even having seen what Elaine could do, I was amazed by her strength

Della cried out in alarm. She was helpless, her legs trailing uselessly, her hands clutching at Elaine's left arm for stability as she stared eight feet down to the hard floor.

"Robert. Robert!" she cried at Bob. "She's hurting. Tell her to stop!"

"I can't do that," Bob said, sitting up on the couch. "Elaine doesn't like being ordered about. You'll have to pursuade her to let you down."

"Aaaaaaahh!" Della wailed in alarm, realising that she was completely helpless above Elaine's head. "Stop it! Put me down!"

"Not quite yet," Elaine looked stern. She turned a little, her ab muscles rippling, her bare arms hard, long legs swelling with hard defined muscle. She was like a living pillar, with the 37 year-old struggling helplessly on top of it.

"Now understand this," Elaine began to speak in a slow, steady voice. "I don't like people who are rude, ignorant, or try to force me to do things I don't want to do. Bob and I like to do things our way, and that's not your concern. Do you understand that?" Her arm and shoulder muscles hardened as they continued to support Bob's sister's entire weight.

"Yes, Yes." Della wailed. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I apologise!"

"It's not quite that easy." Elaine didn't falter. She seemed to be speaking quite normally - as if Della was sitting in the chair opposite her, instead of being suspended against her will, high above her head. I watched Elaine's marbled stomach ease gently in and out as she spoke. "I'd like to make sure that you're ready to fully comply with my wishes."

"Please let me down now." Della cried. "Your grip is really hurting and I'm frightened you'll drop me."

"I won't let you fall," Elaine said, looking up at her. "I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, but what I want is to have you concentrate on what I'm saying." She allowed herself a slight grin as she looked up at the outstretched body above her. "This will help keep your mind focussed. Now do you understand why I'm angry with you?"

"Yes. I really do."

"And what have you to say about that?" I was astonished that Elaine could keep holding this 140 pound woman above her head for so long. But she looked confident that she could maintain the lift for as long as she wanted.

"I'm sorry for what I said," Della whimpered. "I was very rude and I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions or started judging you. I promise it won't happen again."

"Okay," Elaine turned. I could see that she was enjoying this situation. She was utterly humiliating Bob's 37 year-old sister with her intense physicality. "Just so long as you respect my way of doing things. Now I think you should get an early night and take some time to think about the things I've said to you."

Della was silent, but weakly nodded her assent. Seeming satisfied, Elaine walked over to the door to the downstairs bedroom. When she stood in front of it, Della was a foot higher than the top of the door.

"Jeff," she said, "Can you open the door for me, please?"

I got up and opened the door.

Elaine turned sideways-on to the door, and at last let her long arms begin to bend, lowering Della's horizontal body until it would pass through the door. She carried Della into the room, and then began to straighten her sinuous arms again

Della gave a wail of despair as she found herself rising toward the ceiling once more.

Once Della was firmly suspended eight feet up, Elaine took three steps across the room and dropped her on the bed. Della landed with a crash as the wooden legs buckled beneath the impact.

Turning, Elaine strode out of the bedroom, shut the door, and walked across to Bob on the sofa. "Now where were we?" she said.

"I think you were in the middle of showing me how strong you were..."

"Oh yes," Elaine grinned. "I'd just got you exactly where I wanted you." Squatting beside Bob, she sent her arms burrowing beneath him, then she stood, lifting Bob easily up off the couch in her arms. Turning to wink at me as she stood erect, Elaine carried Bob across the room to the bottom of the stairs.

"Say good night, honey," Elaine murmured

"Good night," Bob said. "But you can put me down. I can walk up some stairs."

"I dont want you getting tired. You're going to need all your strength tonight." Elaine hefted him a little higher in her arms, then carried him easily up the stairs to the top landing. I watched as the slim figure carried him to the door, and opened it with one hand.

"Stay up and watch TV if you like," she said, as she held Bob in her arms. "That's your room across the landing. You can sleep late. Bob's likely to be very tired in the morning." She swung round and carried him in to the room.
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The next morning Elaine came down to breakfast first

"Where's Bob?" I asked.

"Poor boy's tired this morning," she grinned. "He hasn't got the stamina that I have, and I kept him pretty busy last night."

She went out on the porch She picked up long logs eight feet long and six inches across and began to crack them in half over her knee. She broke three of the logs in half, then picked up all six halves and broke them again, into twelve, two-foot lengths. Then she placed these pieces of wood across two concrete blocks and formed her hand into a blade. she raised her hand above the log. then brought it down hard.

Crack! The dry wood broke apart.

She piled the wood near the fire, sat down and ate some fruit and oatmeal. It was an hour later when she went upstairs. A few minutes afterward she emerged from the bedroom carrying Bob in her arms. He was in pajamas and a robe as she carried him downstairs and stood

"You've been a good boy, haven't you Bob?" she said. "So baby is going to take special good care of her big boy." She turned a circle with him in her arms, showing him the whole of the cabin. "Now where do you want to go - the table, the lounge, or out on the porch?"

"On the porch, honey," Bob leaned back. "It's a fine morning."

"Right," Elaine turned and carried him out through the door, bent and laid him on a lounger.

Is that okay for you?" Elaine sent her arms beneath the lounger and lifted both it and Bob clean off the floor, and carried them a few feet further into the sun. "Is that fine?" She said as she set the lounger and Bob back down. "I can move you again if you like."

"That's perfectly fine," Bob said.


Elaine had just stepped back inside when Della's husband, Hal King, stormed out of the downstairs bedroom. "I've just been talking to my wife," he said. "She tells me that you've been bullying her!"

"Not at all," Elaine frowned, walking through into the utility room. "She was very rude. I just picked her up and showed her the view."

King followed her through into the large concrete-floored room which held the heating system, the washing machines and other utility equipment. "And you think that a six foot tall woman abusing her strength to attack a woman six inches shorter than her is acceptable?"

"I didn't attack her and I didn't do her any harm." Elaine looked at him. "You're about my height," she said. "Would it be bullying if I decided to do the same thing to you?"

"Don't talk such nonsense!" King snorted.

"You don't think I'm strong enough?" Elaine's eyebrows rose.

"Of course you're not. I weigh two hundred and ten pounds!"

"Let's see, shall we?" Elaine took a step forward, bent, and just swept King up into her arms in one smooth movement. Mr King was completely astonished as he suddenly found himself lying on his back, being carried in the tall young woman's arms. I was every bit as astonished, and even more so when I realized that Elaine's strong arms were pressing him still higher!

She had arranged her arms so that her hands gripped King about the top of his leg and his shoulder. With a grimace of concentration, she pushed upward with both arms - and Mr King continued to rise as the 140 pound 23 year-old powered him upward.

"Wow!" I said as the large body rose above her head, and she pressed out the lift until her arms were dead straight above her head. I wouldn't have believed the lift unless I had seen it myself.

Della's husband was suddenly high above the concrete floor of the utility room, held above her head by a triumphant Elaine! I couldn't believe that Elaine was this strong! King weighed over 200 pounds. But here he was, balanced helplessly on top of her long arms.

Realization or his predicament was as slow to dawn on him as it had been with Della. At first he was too startled to take in what had happened to him. Then full realization of his utter helplessness hit him. If Elaine chose to throw him down or even just let him drop here, he would be very badly hurt. He was completely in Elaine's power and dependent on her for his safe survival. "Please," he said, his voice shaking. "Please don't drop me!"

"That depends..." Elaine sounded undecided.

"I'll do anything you say! Just don't let me fall!"

"Do you believe I'm strong enough to hold you here now?"

"Yes. You're the mistress."

"That's nice," said Elaine, "but what I was really wanting was an apology..."

"I apologise!" King fell over himself to spurt out the words. he was staring down at the hard concrete floor from a height of eight feet and was growing increasingly agitated. "I'm sorry if i was rude to you. I apologise for my wife. She can be a real bitch. Please don't hurt me."

Elaine's lip gave a slight curl of contempt. "I didn't intend hurting you," she said. "I just require appropriate respect. Now I'm just going to drop you here."

"No. Please!" He was pleading.

"Keep very still." Elaine ordered, her muscular stomach tautening. She stood straight and tall, raising Mr King a few inches higher. I watched as Elaine held the heavy body brushing against the ceiling for at least a minute more.

"You're incredibly strong!" I said

"You're darn right," said Elaine.

She turned, walked three steps to the right, and then let King go. He cried out in alarm as he plummetted downward to crash onto an air-filled mattress laid out on the floor. Despite the presence of the mattress, the impact was hard, and King bounced up two feet from his initial landing point before finally coming to rest.

"Owww!" he gasped. "You could have killed me!"

"I was just proving my point," Elaine turned away.

Bob walked into the room and surveyed the scene. "It really is best not to make Elaine miffed," he said.