Livia
Vampire (julius_elysiak@yahoo.com)


I've got quite a few mails from readers to write a story about a SuperWoman. 
Personally, I'd rather stick to stories, which are realistic in nature. In 
short, incidents, which happen or may happen in reality. But after receiving at 
least 15 such requests about Super Woman, I caved in. So here is the first 
adventure of Livia. I hope the readers like it.



Chapter I: Livia
Livia woke up with a mild headache. She had had a few drinks last night, 
and the hangover was expected. She stretched her massive body. Muscles, 
sinewy and tough, hardened and bulged with unsurpassed glory. Now Livia 
was no ordinary woman. She had been raised as a warrior. Her vital stats are 
here for the readers…

Height	:		6'3"
Weight	:		240 lbs.
Thighs	:		28"
Calves	:		20 "
Arms		:		18"
Breast	:		44"
Waist		:		28"

Since childhood she had been trained in various martial arts. She was an 
excellent gymnast, a tremendous swimmer and excelled in track and fields, 
not to mention Boxing, wrestling etc.

Her face was extraordinarily beautiful. A pair of blue eyes, high cheekbones, 
perfect nose, luscious lips, sculpted chin and shoulder-length raven black 
hair. Her neck was graceful but beefily muscled; shoulders were broad and 
bulging with muscles; breasts were big but amazingly firm and round; biceps 
were very heftily muscled, forearms were thick and corded; rugged palm with 
sturdy fingers; stomach was flat and the six-pack easily visible; thighs were 
huge but gorgeously muscled and the calves just bulged like melons when she 
walked; and her feet were large and very hard. To sum up, she was a 
walking-talking Greek Goddess. A woman with unexcelled beauty and 
muscles like a world-class body builder.

She got up and after brushing her teeth opened the fridge and took out a 
large milk container. After munching three glucose biscuits, she gulped down 
one cubic decimetre of milk. It was a Sunday and she didn’t feel like hitting 
her home-gym. She sat down in front of the television set and started 
browsing through the channels.

She had just had her breakfast when the phone started ringing.

“Hello,” she said.

“Good morning, Liv.”

“Hi Vijay, how are you?”

“I’m fine. OK listen, I have an assignment for you.”

“On Sunday?” She made a face.

“Yeah, it’s important. We have come to know that a rogue terrorist 
organisation operating from Pakistan has kidnapped the son of Mr. Sharma, 
Governor of Shimla. They are holding him captive in Sindh. We need you to 
get over there and rescue him as soon as possible.”

“Haven’t they demanded a ransom?”

“Yes, they have. They have given us a week’s time to release 23 terrorists 
who are imprisoned in India. So you have no more than 6 days.”

“I’ll get on it right away.”

“Get ready in 45 minutes. I’ll be over at your place by that time. From there 
we’ll go to the HQ, and then the chopper will take you there.”

“OK.”



Chapter II: Pakistan
Three hours later, an unmarked chopper was hovering over the large 
expanses of sand. Livia got down and made her way through the desert 
towards an old fortification a few kilometers away. She would pose as a 
European wrestler who had come to take part in a local wrestling 
competition. She would tell them that she lost her way in the desert after her 
jeep broke down a couple of miles away. Clad in a blue lower and a tanktop, 
she looked more butch and stronger than any terrorist she was likely to 
encounter.

Her bare biceps were bulging incredulously as she wiped off the sweat from 
her forehead. Her arms were crisscrossed with veins, which suggested 
amazing strength in those beefy arms.

She knocked the door of the fort, when all of a sudden a rough looking man 
opened the door. A rifle was slung across his shoulder. He stared in disbelief 
at the woman who was a foot taller than he was and whose muscles would 
put any man in his grave if she chose too. He was very grateful that he had a 
rifle with him when confronted with such a specimen of female strength.

She told him about her jeep breaking down and how thirsty and hungry she 
was. That guy took her to his leader who fortunately was a sucker for 
muscular women. So even when she said that she was very tired and 
exhausted and she’d stay for another day, there weren’t any raised eyebrows 
or shades of doubt cause no one had the guts to stand up to their leader.

At 2:30 am, she got up from her room and made her way to the basement. 
There were in total 17-armed men in the vicinity. And she knew everyone by 
their faces. She made her way to a locked room, outside of which, an armed 
guard was dozing on the chair.

Quietly, she went closer to him, and wrapping her huge arm around his neck, 
squeezed with so much strength that the guard couldn’t even open his mouth 
or eyes, before he was dead. She extracted the keys from his pocket and 
opened the door as quietly as possible. It was a dimly lit room. She moved 
towards the other end, and could see a man tied to pillar. She came closer 
and instantly recognised John, the Governor’s son.



Chapter III: John
John was a young partner in a prestigious law firm. He had a promising 
career infront of him. At the age of 24, he was the youngest ever lawyer to 
have fought three criminal cases against massive odds and still won each of 
them.

A newspaper once reported that the only thing better than his skills as a 
lawyer was his fantastically good looks. He had been a promising cricket 
player as well during college days. He was about 6 feet tall with an athletic 
body and was rumoured to have slept with every beautiful girl he had come 
in contact with.

Life had been very interesting before he went to Punjab to visit his ailing 
grandmother. The day, he was supposed to return to Delhi, his granny died. 
So he had to spend another week over there.

Two days before he was due to return to Delhi, four guys in a deserted road 
stopped him. Before he could say anything, a fifth guy from behind thrust a 
chloroform handkerchief at his face.

When he regained his senses he found himself tied to a pillar without being 
able to move at all. In the next three days he was untied twice daily, once to 
eat and once to go to toilet.



Chapter IV: Pain
“Who are you?” asked John, surprised at the sight of such a beautiful woman. 
His surprise turned to shock as he saw the muscles on her body, bulging with 
splendour.

“I am here to take you home,” said Livia as she untied him.

No sooner had she removed the ropes, John fell into her arms. She hoisted 
him on to her shoulders with the slightest bit of strain. As she turned 
towards the door, she felt pain in her left shoulder. A bullet had ripped 
through her body. Dropping John on the ground, she jumped towards the 
attacker. Even before she could land three bullets tore through her body. And 
then it was all silent.

A week later, she opened her eyes. As her eyes grew accustomed to the 
darkness, she could make out a person hanging from the ceiling. His arms 
were bound by a rope and suspended from a ceiling fan. Suddenly, the room 
was filled with light. Someone had switched on the heavy octane bulb. And 
the sight in front made her sick to the stomach.

John’s body, withered and emaciated had been reduced to a bloody pulp. 
Azim, the leader of the terrorist outfit was studying the naked, broken body 
with marked interest. She gasped in horror as she saw a syringe with a 
glowing red needle in his right hand. She swallowed the bile, which had come 
to her mouth, as she witnessed one of the most horrifying scenes ever. Azim 
drove the needle slowly into John’s withered scrotum as he let out an 
inhuman scream…………..

To be continued…