by Alpesco
Young Miss Sandwood Does What She Wants.
I was staying at my sister Elsie's house, looking after her daughter, Karen. My niece was 16 and nearly six feet tall, yet very slim and slender. I also considered her out of control. Elsie allowed her to have her own way far too much. I'd told her over and over that she was too weak with the kid. Now Elsie was away for a week, and I was in charge. It was seven in the evening when the sixteen year-old sat down to eat at the kitchen table. She had dull blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and wore tight black leggings and a small red top that left six inches bare at her waist. It also displayed a lot of arm and shoulder. As usual she had prepared her own food, a high protein mix of tuna, seasonings and vegetables.
"I'm going out to the mall tonight," she announced, getting up.
This was where I was going to step in. "No you're not!" I said firmly. "You're going to stay right here and help clean up the house."
The girl gave me a disgusted stare. "You're not telling me what to do! You're not my father."
"Your father ran out on you a long time ago," I said. "What you need is someone who will give you some discipline. You'll do what I say, young lady."
"I'm not some little kid you can bully," Karen gave me a cold look, raising her arms and stretching them wide.
Her arms were really long - well over six feet when she stretched them out, and they were definitely not toothpicks. I tried to conceal how impressed I was by the size of her arms. Then she flexed, and I was taken aback for a second time - surprised by the sheer mass of her biceps and shoulder muscles. Her shoulders were extremely well-built, the striated muscles bunching and impressively large. Her biceps too were the best I'd ever seen on a female of any age. I knew that Karen did martial arts and sports. I also recalled that her father had been very strong, but her arms were still something else. I had to concentrate hard to remember that she was only sixteen.
She smirked, seeing my surprise. "You'd best not try to mess with me," she said, lowering her arms and making to walk out of the room.
"Oh no you don't!" I grabbed her wrists. "I haven't finished talking to you yet! I'm in charge here, and you'll do as I say!"
"Let go of me!" she shouted. "Now!" The last word was said at an ear-splitting volume that I hadn't imagined this slim girl could produce. Her voice was so loud, it cracked in my ears, echoing back from the walls and making the windows hum. Her voice was so powerful that it almost made me release her on its own.
Then, with a powerful wrench, she just twisted both of her arms free, breaking my grip! She smirked as I gave a cry of pain. "I'm going upstairs to get my things."
"No you're not!"
I tried to hold her in the corner of the kitchen, but again she broke my grip. Then her arms caught hold of my right arm, then turned me round to wrap around my shoulders. Before I knew it, I was being held in what felt like a full nelson. I tried to move, but Karen's arms seemed to have turned to iron! I felt her solid arms tighten their grip, suddenly finding that I couldn't move my body an inch in any direction!
Surely this must be wrong! This was a sixteen year old girl, I was fighting. This was my niece! I struggled to move my arms, my head, even my upper body, but they were held in iron! I could feel the hardness and lumpiness of Karen's strong arms pressing painfully into my body. I began to cough as the pressure increased. I found it hard to believe that it was Karen's young arms that were gripping me with such unbreakable power. I struggled helplessly, grunting with effort, but so fierce was the grip that I could tell that I didn't have the slightest chance of freeing myself! Karen could hold me in this humiliating position for as long as she wanted. This was a new experience for me - to be held imprisoned in the arms of a sixteen year-old!
"There, Uncle Hank," she said with a smirk in her voice, having resisted all my efforts to tear myself free with contemptuous ease. "You better believe that this is one little girl you can't bully!" With a sudden wrench of her astonishingly strong arms, she bent me right over, causing considerable pain to my neck and shoulders as I tried to resist. Then, with a shrug, she released me, throwing me forward to sprawl on my face across the kitchen floor. "I'm going up to get ready."
I lay stretched out on the cold, hard tiles as she turned dismissively away, and strode up the stairs.
Angry, I stumbled back to my feet and followed her upstairs.
Karen's room was big and spacious with bult-in closets a computer, a sound system and TV, her punchbag and exercise mats. There were also a couple of weights next to the king size bed to complement the larger set in the basement. I noted that they were two fifty pound dumbbells.I tried to pick one of them up, but it was all I could do to lift it up a couple of feet in both hands. When I put it down Karen picked both of them up and started to do a series of alternate curls. I watched her amazingly impressive biceps swell as she knocked out fifteen curls with each arm, and then the same number of overhead presses.
There must be some special technique to it, I thought. But I was having enough of this girl getting the better of me. I backed out of the room, then slammed and locked the door.
A second later there was a fierce banging and shouting from inside. "Let me out Let me out now - or you'll be sorry!"
"No," I said, feeling pretty pleased with myself. "You'll stay in there until you learn to respect my authority."
"Stick your authority!" her voice came back.
"Then you'll stay in there all night," I said.
"Let me out!" Karen banged on the door loudly.
I said nothing. Often the simplest strategies were the best.
"I'm giving you one more chance to unlock this door." Karen's voice had got louder. It echoed through the door, vibrating it with its resonance, and filled the whole passage. "Open the door. NOW!" She really shouted her loudest, and the noise was tremendous. The door rattled, and I was sure the shout could be heard half way down the street. Karen certainly had a very powerful voice, and it sounded really angry.
Despite myself I felt a little uneasy. She was less than half my age, but her mother was always telling me how strong she was. Could I cope with this angry young six-footer? But I wouldn't have to. I knew she couldn't kick the door in, since it opened inward, into the room. It couldn't be kicked outward.
"Time's up." Karen's voice came from inside the room.
Suddenly there was a huge crash from the upper half of the bedroom door. The whole hallway seemed to shake as splinters and shards of laminate flew across the hall. I was startled and shocked, both by the noise, and by the unexpected power of the blow. I turned to see a jagged crack, eight inches long, running down the center of the door. What had caused that? Had she kicked it, or hit it with something heavy like a fire extinguisher? I was sure I hadn't seen a fire extinguisher in her room.
Two seconds later, another huge crash came from inside the door. This time it was even louder. I was startled to see a shower of splinters and heavy shards of laminate fly across the hallway as Karen's pale blocky fist burst through!
I gasped. The sixteen year-old had just punched a hole right through the door! It was only an interior door, made of toughened wood veneer with a hollow core, but the teenager had just created an eight inch long, jagged hole right through it - with just her bare fist! I was shocked. I was a big man who weighed close to two hundred pounds, but I had never been able to do anything like that. If I'd tried to punch the door I'd have just got a bruised fist. But somehow my niece had punched right through it!
"Look what you've done!" My voice quivered as I stared at the damage to the door.
"And I can do a lot more than that!" Karen said. "Are you going to open this door?"
I was speechless. But I couldn't give in now and reward her vandalism. "No." I said at last.
"Okay then." Karen's voice sounded calm. "You explain this to mom." Through the narrow hole in the door, I saw Karen's arm draw back.
KERRRAAASSSHHH! The whole central section of the door seemed to explode as Karen's powerful fist slammed into it again. The noise was overwhelming, deafening, and it was combined with a loud splintering and cracking as even larger shards of laminated wood flew through the air. I turned away to avoid them hitting me.
As Karen's fist withdrew, I could see that the original holes had now become a large jagged gash in the door, two feet long and ten inches wide. Stunned, I watched Karen's powerful arm emerge through the gap and start feeling around for the key. When she discovered that it wasn't there, she cursed and her arm withdrew.
KRRACCKKOOOMMM! A fourth huge blow hit the door, even fiercer than the first three. I covered my face to protect it from a blast of flying splinters as the whole door simply split apart! Huge shards of laminate and cladding burst across the hallway in a choking cloud as what was left of the door tore into two parts! The outer half of the door, bearing the lock and handle, teetered drunkenly and then fell its length into the hallway. What remained of the inner section swung wildly on its damaged hinges. A very pissed-off-looking Karen stood in the space where the door had been.
"You aren't going to lock me up in my room!" she said, raising her arm and flexing it as she surveyed the damage it had caused.
"Look what you've done!" I gasped in disbelief. "You knocked down the whole door!"
"I didn't intend to take it down at first," Karen said. "I was just going to punch a hole through the middle panel and then reach out and unlock it. But you'd taken the key, and my punches seemed pretty effective, so I finished the job. I never much liked that door anyhow."
"You deliberately set out to knock that door down!" I said.
"Yeah?" The tall sixteen year-old gave me a cold glare, the she strode into the next-door bathroom, slamming the identical wooden door.
"You better stand back!" she said, and a heartbeat later there was an ear-shattering roar. The whole hallway seemed to shake as the wooden door just exploded in front of me! The door literally bulged outward and flew into a hundred separate pieces as Karen's bare foot came through it. The pieces varied in size from jagged three foot long shards of timber which flew past my head, to tiny splinters of veneer the size of a thumbnail.
The door handle had torn
itself free to bounce the length of the hallway. The twisted
remains of the lock hit me on the arm. I covered my face as a
spray of dust and splinters flew over me. When the dust settled,
all that remained of the door was a two-inch thick strip of wood
attached to one of the hinges. The rest was gone. Even the bottom
hinge had been torn out of the wall, leaving ashattered door jamb
and a broken area of plaster."That's what happens when I set out to knock a door down," Karen said.
"Who's going to repair all this?" I wailed.
The hall was like a warzone, covered with shards, splinters and pieces of the broken door and its framework. Only about a third of the door remained attached to its hinges, and that looked about to fall apart at any moment. I drew a deep breath to steady myself. All of this had been accomplished with just one brutal kick, and four punches from Karen's powerful right arm.
"This is your fault!" Karen said, turning away. "You shouldn't have tried to lock me up!"
"My fault?" I saw red, marching towards her. "You're the one who's done all this!" I stretched out my arms to grab her.
But before I could touch her, Karen had moved with lightning speed to grab me by both shoulders, twist me round, and slam me into the remains of the bedroom door. This was the first time I had really felt Karen's strength - and it was impressive. My body flew into the door like it had been impelled by a guy three times her size. I fell right through the swinging remains of the door and hit the floor of her bedroom in a roar of crashing and falling timber. When the dust settled, I was flat on my back covered in splinters.
I was shocked and hurting. a trail of blood flowed fom a cut on my forehead.
"You little bitch!" I said, forcing myself angrily back to my feetI I took three steps toward the arrogant little kid and aimed a slap direct at her face.
The worst thing was not that my hand only hit air, but that the sixteen year-old didn't even back off. She kept her feet exactly where they were on the ground in front of me, and simply swayed her upper body backward to let my blow sail past. Then, with a ripple of her sleekly-muscled torso, she brought herself back upright again to face me. Her face however looked really really angry.
"Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a real lesson," she said, balling her right fist.
I tried to dodge her blow, and lash back out myself, but she remained focussed, her fist ready, swaying briefly back to avoid my threatened strike. Then her arm suddenly lanced forward, straight into the space below my ribs.
KRUMPP! I felt the air forced out of me before the pain began to register. And really I hadn't expected a blow from this sixteen year-old to hurt much. I was big and heavy built. What could this girl do to me, even though she was nearly six feet tall?
That was when I got the shock of my life. The pain was appalling - the worst I'd ever felt in my life! The raw force of the blow hurled me back hard into the corridor wall. Then the real effect cut in.
I doubled over in agony as a breathtaking wave of pain washed over me, spreading out from my guts to reach every corner of my body. It was like someone had ripped out my intestines with a red-hot knife!
"Aaaaooouuuggghhh!! I screamed, falling to my hands and knees as my stomach began to churn and spasm uncontrollably. Amid the pain from the blow, I was suddenly, violently sick, vomiting uncontrollably on the floor. I heaved and I heaved and I retched. I couldn't do anything to stop it. My stomach hurt so much that it was spasming continuously and ejecting everything in it. The bile and stomach acid burned my throat and tongue, but I couldn't stop retching. And the pain in my vitals only seemed to get worse. I was gasping for air, choking on bile and in appalling pain. What had this terrible girl done to me?
I glanced up to see her watching me impassively as if she were looking at a specimen in a lab experiment. The fist that had done all this to me was still clenched in front of her.
"Please! Call an ambulance!" I begged. I was shivering with shock and pain and fear. I was still retching, but drily, since there was nothing more to come out. I couldn't control my own stomach, and the pain was terrible. "You've really hurt me! I think I'm dying!"
"Don't be stupid," Karen said, kneeling beside me. "I don't want to kill anybody. That was just an advanced punch I learned in martial arts. It hurts like hell and makes you throw up your guts, but you'll live. You ought to feel honored. This move takes excellent technique and a whole shedload of strength. My trainer only teaches it to his top pupil," She clenched her fist in front of me, displaying a rock-solid arm. "Even his partner, who helps him run the gym, doesn't have the technique to master that punch, but I'm a very quick learner. That was textbook. It's only the second time I've used that punch for real. What you're feeling right now is your whole digestive tract cramping and spasming. That should go on for another twenty minutes to an hour. You better not try to move in that time or it gets a hell of a lot worse. So while you're lying there, experiencing the whole effect, I'm just going to finish getting ready, and go out." She got up and stepped back through the wreckage of the door into her own room.
I just lay on my side on the floor among the splinters and shards. There was nothing else I could do. It still hurt too much to move and it took all my energy just to gulp in air and prevent myself from heaving again. I was shaking like a leaf, and having one of the worst experiences of my life. Karen came out of her room ten minutes later, with a new layer of make-up on, a short red skirt, and an even smaller, tighter white top. She stepped right over me and began to walk down the staircase.
"Stop!" I gasped, trying to raise myself into a sitting position. "You can't leave me here!"
"You'll be okay," the girl said as I fell back painfully to the floor. "Just don't try to move for another half hour or so. Just take this as a little life lesson. I warned you not to try to mess with me. Nobody tells me what to do." She carried on down the stairs, and a few moments later I heard the front door slam.
I was alone.
It took forty more minutes before the pain and the cramping in my stomach eased up enough for me to be able to sit up, and then stagger down the stairs. The staircase and hallway were a warzone, covered in dust, splinters, pieces of shattered wood and jagged pieces of particle board. It was a good thing Karen's mother wasn't coming back for six more days.
I lifted my shirt to examine my stomach. I was shocked to see a huge darkening black bruise running diagonally across my abdomen. It was weeping and very painful to touch. It was hard to believe that my young niece had done this with just one punch.
I sat down and rested for an hour, then I decided that I had to go to the mall and find her.
I tidied myself up, washed the blood off my face, put on my jacket and walked down to the mall. It was a big place. there were a few kids around, but no sign of my niece.
"Does anyone know Karen Sandwood?" I asked.
Some boys pointed toward a pair of large double doors marked "Exhibition Area". I walked in. There were lots of people milling around a very large room. At one side was an area serving snacks and hot drinks. At one end there were people racing radio controlled model cars, at the other there was loud dance music and interactive video games. I looked around and finally saw my wayward niece close to the soft-drink bar.
She seemed to be debating with a large man of about forty who must have weighed all of two hundred pounds.
She turned and took the big man over her shoulders in a fireman's carry and started to do squats with him
"One, two, three..." She began to count out loud with each deep squat. Everyone watching began to join in.
"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen..." Karen's long legs powered both of their bodies up and down seemingly untiringly. The crowd grew louder, beginning to cheer as she continued to squat the two hundred pound guy with no loss of strict form.
"I think I'm going to win my bet," Karen said. "What was it - twenty full squats? Easy! I feel real strong tonight!"
In truth the guy seemed to be having a tougher time than Karen. He was in some discomfort, held tightly across the sixteen year-old's stony shoulders, his whole weight borne by his chest and stomach. His face was red and he was beginning to groan in pain each time the teenager drove his body back upward.
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" The watchers gave a huge cheer as Karen completed the bet.
But instead of shopping, she kept on pressing out the deep squats, her long thigh muscles swelling and striating as they moved both bodyweights up and down.
"Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three. Twenty four..." Karen continued to count out each rep.
"Enough! Please. Stop!" The big man on her back cried out.
"Twenty five. Twenty six..." Karen went down in a deep squat again. "You'll have to wait. I want to see just how many of these I can do... Twenty seven." The teenager stood straight. "Twenty eight... Twenty nine... Thirty..."
"This is starting to hurt!" the man groaned. "I can hardly breathe!"
"Not much longer now.." Karen said as she squatted down once more. Then slowly pressed upward again. "Thirty one. Thirty two... Thirty three..... That's it." She straightened, drew a deep breath, then bent to the left to set the forty year-old guy back on his feet.
The watchers cheered and clapped as the man stayed gasping in the crouched over position as he tried to recover.
"That was a personal record for squatting a two hundred pound guy," Karen said as she wiped her brow, then held her hand out for the fifty bucks she'd just earned. The guy looked embarrassed as he handed it over. The sixteen year-old still looked in far better shape than he did - and he'd just been the weight she'd carried.
I was about to walk over to her when one of the watchers from the crowd stepped right in front of her. He looked around twenty five, and was a little bigger than the man she'd just squatted with. He looked like he'd been drinking, and wore only a pair of baggy shorts with no top.
"That was pretty impressive, kid," he said. "But you just made me lose thirty dollars betting against you. Your legs are pretty strong."
"All of me is pretty strong," Karen said, slipping her money into her waistband.
"Hey!" the twenty five year-old caught her arm. "How about I get some of my money back? I weigh two hundred and thirty pounds. I bet you that wad of cash that I can stop you throwing me around like that!"
I could see that Karen didn't like this guy grabbing hold of her arm. She twisted her arm free like she'd done with me earlier on, breaking his grip.
"Oww!" he cried as his thumb and fingers were forced painfully apart.
"I'll take that bet," the girl said, grabbing his right wrist in her right hand. Then she went into a deep squat as she pulled his body down across her shoulders, her left hand coiling about his thigh to hold him in place. Then, with a powerful thrust from her long legs, she straightened, hoisting the startled guy right up off the floor, pinned across her shoulders.
He gave a cry of alarm and his legs kicked out wildly. Suddenly he found himself balanced across this sixteen year-old girl's surprisingly solid shoulders, being held on his side nearly six feet above the ground. He tried to struggle, but Karen's arms held him firmly in place, his body curled around the back of her neck.
That's the
easiest fifty bucks I ever made!" Karen grinned, spinning
around with him - his body draped across her shoulders like a
giant propeller. He wailed in dismay as the tall girl continued
to spin him. Everyone in the room began clapping and cheering
once more, seeing how easily the slender teenager was humiliating
the large drunk."Ohhh! Nooooo!" the guy groaned.
"Hold it a minute..." Karen stopped turning and drew to a halt with the large man's body still pinned across her shoulders. She was playing to the crowd now. "I haven't quite done what I promised you I would yet, have I? Didn't you say something about me throwing you around? Yes. I think that was what we said..."
With that, she rearranged her arms so that she could pivot the 230 pound man's body around her shoulders. Then she swung him horizontally around through 180 degrees until she held his outstretched body directly in front of her.
There were
gasps from the audience at this display of Karen's arm strength.
The man weighed a hundred pounds more than she did, but she was
tossing him around as if he was a rag doll! Smiling, she lowered
her arms almost to waist level again, and then used them to hurl
him up to shoulder height once more. Then her arms released him,
to let his body sail a foot higher through the air before
catching him firmly once more.