by Alpesco
An early sighting of the powerful Karen Sandwood
I got out of my car in an area of low-price houses. I was on my first visit to the house of Elsie Sandwood. I walked up the path, onto the porch, and knocked at the door.
"Hello Gordon,' Elsie looked up to my height of five feet ten. "Come in."
Elsie was a quite pretty thirty seven year-old. She stood about five feet seven inches tall, with mousey hair. I was forty five and had got talking to the quiet waitress at the diner where she worked.
This was the first time I had been invited to her home. I knew her husband had died five years before and she now had to go out to work.
"Sit down," she said, pointing to a large sofa.
"So you live here on your own?" I looked round the room. A dining area led off, and stairs ran up to the next floor.
"Just me and my 16 year-old daughter," Elsie called through from the kitchen.
I walked through, noticing an open door leading down. "You have a basement."
"Yes but that's Karen's space. She's very private about her spaces. I'm not allow... She doesn't like me to go in the basement without her permission - or in her room upstairs."
There was a computer in the space between the kitchen and living room. I went over to look at it. "Do you like computers?"
"No. That belongs to Karen," she said. "She's very much into computers. She gets very annoyed if I try to touch it. She says I lose her programs."
"Oh." I sat down and turned it on.
"What are you doing at my computer?" A loud voice demanded from the back door. I turned to see this tall blonde girl who stood about five feet eleven. She was dressed in a blue sleeveless top and short skirt.
I stood. I was surprised at her height for a girl of just 16, she was a good four inches taller than her mother, and more athletically built. She had broad shoulders and long, athletic legs. Her arms too were long and they looked quite heavy, Blonde hair came down to her shoulders.
"I'm just visiting your Mom," I said.
"Well that computer is mine," the girl glared at me, "and I don't like people interfering with it."
"Mr Burden is here for supper dear," Elsie added.
"I see," Karen put down her bag. "Have my new weights come?"
"No, dear,"
The sixteen year-old looked irritated. "How long is it going to take? The weights I have aren't nearly heavy enough!."
"I thought Mr Smith next door gave you his old set?"
"Set?" The girl scowled. "He had four, ten pound plates, that was it! Even added to the hundred and fifty pounds I've already got, I'm still benching it too easily. I did three sets of forty reps last night!"
"Is that bad?"
"No, mother. It means I've not got enough weights."
A car horn tooted outside. The girl looked out through the window. A red open-top convertible had drawn up at the kerb with a young man inside it.
"That's Karen's cousin Earl," Elsie said to me. "He's eighteen." She and Karen went out front to see what he wanted. I followed.
"Hi," said Earl. "Have you got the barbecue tools I phoned about? I just called round to pick them up."
"Oh yes," said Elsie. I nearly forgot about them. I'll just go and get them for you."
"Why should we skivvy for him?" Karen said. "Let him come and get them himself."
"It's all right," Elsie said. "It won't take me a moment."
"No." Karen's voice stopped her mother in her tracks. "Let Earl get up off his butt for a change."
"I don't have time for this," said Earl, still sitting in the driver's seat.
"I
thought I told you to get up off that seat?" Karen bent
forward and reached her long arms into the front seat of the
convertible digging them deep down beneath her cousin's thighs
and back. Then she straightened in the same easy movement,
scooping Earl right out of the front of the low red convertible,
and lifting him up in her arms.The kids playing in the street gasped out loud at Karen's strength as she stood up with the six foot tall eighteen year old cradled in her arms. I was surprised at how easily she carried her older cousin. I saw him squirm in her grip, trying to get down, but he seemed unable to combat the younger teenager's impressively strong arms. As if to demonstrate her prowess, she raised him even higher, so that he was lying five feet above the ground. "Don't struggle," she said. "If you hit the road from this height it would hurt pretty bad."
"Okay," he said meekly. "But I have to set up the barbecue soon."
"Then you'd better get busy." Karen turned and carried her cousin across the lawn and up into the house.
"There's all the barbecue things," Elsie said as she bustled into the living room after Karen.
Reluctantly, Karen set her cousin back down on his feet.
"You're so strong, Karen!" he said rubbing the back of his legs where her arm had supported them. "You seemed to pick me up so easy."
"I like being strong," she said, watching him gather up the barbecue griddles. She raised her right arm and flexed it, producing an impressive large rounded bicep. "And I'm getting stronger all the time. So you better take care."
Earl mumbled something as he carried the stuff back to the car and drove away.
Elsie turned on the radio while her daughter went through to the kitchen and the door that led down to the cellar. She went down a few steps, then halted, turning and coming back up.
"Hey, mom." Her voice was loud enough to drown out the radio seemingly without effort - and it sounded irritated. "I want you to come here!"
"In a minute dear," Elsie was busy in the corner.
"Right now!" Karen's voice was a whole level louder. There was serious command in her voice, which was able to rattle all of the pictures hanging on the walls.
"I can't come right now..." Elsie began to move an armchair. "Wait a min..."
Karen took four strides across the room to where her mother was, bent, and just scooped her up into her arms! Again I was amazed at the ease with which the 16 year-old picked up her stocky mother. She turned with Elsie in her arms, sweeping her body over the top of the sofa, and then carried her back toward the kitchen.
Elsie looked at me, embarrassed, as her tall daughter carried her in her arms across the lounge. I could see big chunky biceps on the teenager's arms now as she carried her 150 pound mother seeming without effort! Karen strode into the kitchen, stopping at the door to the basement.
"You've been down there, haven't you?" she said,
"I was looking for something.." Elsie tried to move but could only squirm helplessly against Karen's overpoweringly muscular arms.
"You won't get down," Karen said. "My arms are far too strong. I just want you to keep still and concentrate on what I'm saying to you. Have you got that?"
"Yes dear," Elsie remained quite still.
"The rule is very simple. You're not allowed to go into my rooms unless I give you permission!"
"I know," Her mother looked completely subdued, lying there, unresisting in her daughter's strong arms. "I just thought my hoover attachments might be down there."
"They aren't," Karen said. "And that's a pathetic excuse. I think you just go down there to snoop." She turned to face me. "And who is this guy?"
"This is Mr Burden, dear. Will you put me down now?"
"I'm not finished with you yet," Karen's powerful arms tightened their grip, lifting her mother another few inches higher. Carrying her mother didn't seem to tire her at all. It was as if she was carrying a large rag doll about the house. "I'm going to take you downstairs to see what s been disturbed." She carried her mother down the steps.
It was an airy basement with boxes and exercise mats round the walls, along with shelves and utility pipes. In the middle were weight benches . An old battered punchbag hung from the ceiling.
"You've moved things." Her voice was accusing. "I thought I told you never to go into any of my areas ?"
"I was only looking..."
"I wish you'd do as you're told!"
"I'm sorry. Will you put me down now. I must be getting heavy..."
"Are you kidding?" the girl said. "You're way too light for me now." She lowered her arms nine inches, and then threw her mother up three feet in the air before catching her again. " I've been able to pick you up in my arms since I was eleven. Now it's so easy I could carry you around with just one arm if I wanted to. Look!" She removed one arm from beneath her mother, and flexed it, supporting Elsie's whole weight with just one arm! She held her like that for ten seconds before bringing her right arm back to support her mother once more. "So have you touched anything?"
"I just looked in those boxes over there, and moved those mats," Elsie said.
"I keep telling you to keep your nose out of my stuff! Now learn this time!"
"You shouldn't talk to your mother like that," I said.
The girl looked across at me, "Who asked you to butt in?"
"I just think you ought to be more respectful," I said
The sixteen year-old set her mother back on her feet once more. "Make me." She turned to glare at me.
"Stop it, Karen!" Elsie tried to move between us, but the girl's long right arm stretched out to bar her way. Elsie tried to push against it, but Karen's arm was like rock, it didn't budge an inch.
"Annoyed, I tried to push her aside. But the 16 year-old didn't move. She was surprisingly strong, and resisted my shove.
I pushed harder, and I still got nowhere! She braced her long legs against me, and it was like trying to push against a lump of rock! As I paused to catch my breath, Karen pushed me aside, giving me a contemptuous glance.
"He's not very strong is he?" Karen sneered. "I think this one's too old."
"Look!" I was getting really annoyed and grabbed hold of Karen's wrist.
"You'd better let go of my wrist!" she shouted. "Right NOW!"
I almost did. Her voice was so loud that it made my ears ring. The "NOW" echoed around the large room rattling the shelves and even the glass in the window. Karen's voice was commanding, and almost a weapon in itself. But I resisted the instinct to obey Karen's command, and kept hold, tightening my grip.
There was a sudden explosion of light and pain in the side of my face. It took me a few seconds to realize that a massive punch had crashed into me! I saw lights and staggered back, crashing into the wall. It was difficult to believe that this teenage girl could hit so shatteringly hard! I was dizzy. I felt the side of my face swelling and burning. And she had done this to me with just one punch! The instinct that I'd fought, telling me not to disobey her, had been right. This girl was incredibly strong!
Furious and humiliated, I came forward.
To my surprise the girl sidestepped and then swept me right off the ground in her arms! I felt my feet fly off the floor as she raised me into a cradle carry. This girl was amazingly strong! I weighed over two hundred pounds. But I found myself held comfortably, stretched out horizontally in her powerful arms. They raised me higher, until my hips were level with her face, clamping me tight so that I couldn't move.
Then, without warning, she dropped me. I cried out as her arms relaxed, allowing me to fall as they spread out wide.
I tried to protect myself, but there was nothing I could do. My descent was too fast. I just fell through the air on my back and hit the carpeted concrete hard.
The pain was incredible, all along my body from the back of my head to my heels. I heard Elsie cry out in alarm. I saw flashing lights as pain overwhelmed me.
"Is that enough of a lesson for you?" Karen's voice was full of scorn as she stood above me.
I groaned. I had fallen from nearly six feet up.The pain, the bruising and the dizziness were shocking. For a moment I feared that I'd cracked my skull and that my back was in pieces. But the girl's scornful voice gave me the strength to scramble back to my feet. I used the stair bannister to prop me up as I stood, then I turned on the girl, roaring with rage. That was my big mistake.
CRACKK! CRAACCKKK! Two horrible blows tore into either side of my jaw from the girl's raking arms. She was so fast! I hadn't time to avoid those punishing hits. I cried out in pain. The blows were so powerful it was unbelievable! It felt as if some 250 pound truck driver was behind those punches - not a teenage girl. I almost lost consciousness. The only thing I could feel was an agonising shock of pain.
"Stop it, Karen!" I heard her mother yell. But it seemed somewhere far off.
I had been knocked right back across the cellar by those two heavy blows. My head felt like it had been hit by a bus. There was blood running down both sides of my face. The basement was spinning. I couldn't think clearly. I could barely see. But I knew that the girl was still somewhere directly in front of me. I blundered forward, trying to catch hold of her - but I met nothing.
Then two more of those terrible punches tore in, hitting me from my left hand side, crashing into my face and the back of my upper arm. I gave a cry of despair as I crashed into a wall. "No!" I moaned. The pain was appalling. My arm felt dead.
"Stop it, Karen. Please!" I heard her mother's voice as I crashed into the wall. "You're hitting him too hard!"
"I can hit harder than that if I want to!" Karen's voice came from somewhere directly in front of me, though I was too disorientated to see her. "That was only about sixty percent of what I can do. I think this guy needs a real good lesson - and so that's what he's going to get!"
KERRACKKKK!
The worst punch of all smashed into my left cheekbone, driving my
head right back into the brick wall like a punchball. Karen had
been right. She could hit a lot harder - and this was proof! I
felt my cheekbone cave in as her fist drove in. It was an
explosion of pain.I crashed to the floor gasping for breath. Blood ran on to my shirt. My lip was swollen. My chest hurt so badly it was painful to breathe. I felt sick.
"You're starting to feel sorry now, aren't you?" Karen said, her voice ripping through me. "You're shocked. You're hurting bad. I can do that. You didn't think I was this powerful, did you? But I'm plenty powerful enough to pulverise a slob like you. And I'm not even started yet. You know that last punch? Well that was about seventy five percent of my max... How would you like to try for a hundred?"
Karen bent, gripped me round the chest and straightened, pulling me erect. I couldn't resist. I hurt too much, and frankly I was afraid. The thought of taking any more of those devastating punches made me shudder. Karen might be only a teenager, but she could outhit me by a long way. I dared not give her any excuse to unleash that power on me again. She released me and stepped back, putting me back in range of her fists. "Are you ready?" she said.
"Please. No! Please don't hit me any more!" I begged. "I'm sorry."
"How sorry?" Karen's fists tightened.
"Very sorry. really, really sorry.." I was crying with fear and humiliation. "I won't disrespect you again. I'll do whatever you say..."
"Let's just see," she said. "I want you to kneel, and then do exactly what I say. Kneel now."
I knelt. Elsie was silent. I'd caved in to her young daughter. I'd humiliated myself. I'd submitted and begged for mercy.
"Now kiss my feet," Karen said.
"Don't make him do that dear."
"He'll do it," she said, "Because I've told him to. And he'll do anything I say now. From now on this guy is my pet poodle.."
"That's a bad expression, Karen," she said.
"Whatever." She turned to me. "I'm waiting. Now kiss my feet, three times each foot, and say 'mistress.' - that is, unless you want me to drag you back to your feet and give you five more big ones." Her fists clenched. "Or do you think I can't do it?"
"No. Please don't!" I began to kiss her feet as she'd ordered. "There. Mistress." I'd never dreamed I'd be so afraid of a teenager.
"That's enough," the girl said once I'd delivered the six kisses. She pointed to a scrubbing brush and a bucket near the door way. "Now you are going to scrub all the floors you can see with that brush and some soap. I'm going to inspect it in an hour, and if its not right you'll do it all again,"
"Don't feel too bad about this," Elsie said as I began scrubbing. "Karen is very strong. Her instructor says she can hit a lot harder than most of his male pupils. She's been strong ever since she was a little kid. Now there's no-one can challenge her."
I picked up the scrubbing-brush. Karen clearly meant what she said, and she could enforce her will.
"Are you really going to make him do all that?" Elsie asked.
"Yes, and you're to go back upstairs now. You're not to come down here again unless I give you permission."
"Okay, dear." Elsie turned and went upstairs. After a few minutes Karen followed.
Despite my pain I worked for an hour on the basement floor while Karen and her mother were upstairs. "I've finished," I called out at last.
Karen came down and inspected the work. "That's shit," she said. "Do it all again."
"I can't..." I began.
"Are you disobeying me?" Her hand drew into a fist.
"No," I said quickly, and turned back to the scrubbing. I felt like a broken man. Karen watched me for a while, then went back upstairs although she didn't allow Elsie to come back down.
An hour later she returned and inspected my work. "It's a bit better," she said. "I suppose it will do. "Stand up," she ordered. I did so.
She held out her arm and flexed, producing a large chunky bicep that was almost as big as my face.
"Kiss it," she said.
I obeyed. The muscle was rock-hard beneath the soft skin.
"Okay you can leave now."
"Can't he have his meal?" Elsie asked.
"He's going home," The girl shook her head." And I don't want to see him back here."
She turned to me. "If I see you back in this house or on this street again I will punish you. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Do you really want a wimp like this?" she asked.
"Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl out."
I had to do it. I could feel Elsie's respect for me vanishing as I obeyed Karen's humiliating command. But I was afraid not to.