Scythian Assassinette
By Nicholas Klinsman, http://www.mindsync.com/rapty/moscow.html
A female warrior applies her deadly trade



   The powerful commander held the hand of his concubine, and led her up
the granite stairway to his chamber.  His stout, athletic build looked
formidable underneath the casual black silk robe that adorned his body.
Tucked in between his belt and waist were two scabbards.  The longer one
contained a sword and the smaller one contained a dagger.

   Meanwhile the young woman behind him was also impressive in her stature.
 Apart from the black leather bra and bottom there was nothing else
covering her body.  Her long brown hair flowed down shoulder length, while
her dark, sensuous eyes kept an entrancing gaze upon her male companion.
Standing five foot eight, her fit body combined magnificently with her
feminine curves to cast a lustful spell over the commander.  From the
moment he had seen her earlier in the night dancing at the officers' feast,
he had been enraptured by her grace, flexibility, and body control.  With
each step upward the commander became more thrilled with the moment he
would claim his fleshy prize.

   "We're almost there wench," he said to her as he pulled up on her hand.
Suddenly, she halted.  As the commander lifted his right leg up to take the
next step, she reached over with her free hand and grabbed his wrist.  Then
using all the strength in her arms she pulled back on the commander's arm.
As a result he lost his balance and fell awkwardly onto the steps.  Lying
on his back, he looked up in bewilderment at the woman who had made him
fall.  Still surprised, he didn't react fast enough to stop the woman from
pulling the dagger out of his scabbard.  Not until she turned the point of
the dagger toward him and plunged it toward his heart was he able to
understand the dire circumstances he found himself in.  Trying to defend
himself he lifted his arms up, but her reflexes were too quick for him and
the blade sunk into his heart.

   "My name is not wench.  It's Daria," she growled while thrusting the
blade as deep as it could sink.

   Now, with the commander taken care of she would move on to her primary
target.  Standing next to the wall underneath a window, she quickly tied
her hair into a tight ponytail.  She then placed the dagger in between her
lips and clenched it with her teeth.  Jumping up in the air, Daria extended
her arms above her and grabbed the window's ledge.  With little trouble she
was able to lift the rest of her body up onto the ledge and peer out into
her surroundings.  Since she had already penetrated the inner sanctum of
the palace, Daria knew there would be very little in the way of security,
which might stand in her way.  Stepping out from the window, she leaped up
and gripped the side of the roof.  Once she had a firm grip she swung her
body upward and over herself until her body was almost vertical facing
downward and her stomach was flat against the edge of the roof.  She then
lowered her legs and then pushed off with her hands so that her entire body
was lying on the rooftop.

   Like a cat prowling in the night her toes silently clung to the tiles as
if she had claws, while she stepped across the roof.  Because the guards
did not perceive any threat from within she went completely undetected.  In
this way using the darkness for cover, Daria moved and leaped from building
to building.

   Eventually, she reached her destination.  Hanging down from the roof she
dropped onto the window ledge below and silently crept into the opening.
Quickly she spotted what she was after.  The mighty palace lord was
completely asleep.   Removing the dagger from her mouth, she now approached
the lord.  His life was in her hands.

   However, with the dagger now hovering over his sleeping body, Daria
hesitated.  All of this had been too easy and not worthy of her combat
prowess.  Instead of burying the dagger into his throat she drove it
downward inches away from his ear causing the startled lord to awake.

   "Does the mighty lord wish a special treat?" asked Daria as she stepped
back.

   "That depends on what you mean," replied the lord as he came to his
feet.  Daria then bent her knees and cocked her fists as she readied for
the upcoming battle, while the powerfully built lord mockingly smiled at
his smaller opponent.

   "You should have killed me when you had the chance.  Now you'll pay a
terrible price for coming here," he boldly bragged.

   "No my lord, it will be you will pay the price." replied Daria
confidently.  Trying to catch her off guard the lord made a lunge at her,
but Daria had seen it coming and sidestepped out of the way.  He then threw
a right hand punch directed at her face, which Daria easily ducked away
from.  Knowing her opponent was slightly off balance after missing his
punch Daria snap kicked his left knee.  The blow made him wince in pain,
but did not deter him from trying to reach out and grab Daria.  In response
she sent her right hand toward his face.  With her two index fingers
extended she gauged them into his eyeballs using the sharpened edges of her
fingernails to scoop out their contents.  She then followed it up by
lifting her right knee up and in between his legs.

   As the lord staggered backward he held his hand over his eyes trying to
hold back the tide of blood flowing down his face.  Unwilling to let up her
attack, Daria kicked out at his left kneecap again.  This time she
connected perfectly and could feel his bones snap upon impact.  Her belief
was confirmed by the way the lord almost buckled down after losing the
support of his left leg.  Hobbling on one leg, he made a desperate attempt
to reach for his sword, but before he could get close, Daria kicked his
other leg from out underneath him and he fell to the ground.

   "So do you still think I made a mistake my lord?" asked Daria as she
stood over him gloating.  Sensing his imminent demise the lord made another
attempt to get to his weapon, this time by crawling.  Daria then jumped up
in the air above him and drove the sole of her right foot into the back of
his neck, slamming his face into the floor.

   Seeing that there was no more fight in her opponent, Daria understood
there was nothing left to prove.  The only thing left now was to finish her
mission.  After untying the leather bra from around her chest, she looped
it underneath his chin and around his throat.  Dropping her right knee into
the small of his back, she pulled up on the bra until no air could make its
way into him.  In one final gasp for survival the lord tried to lift his
body.  Because his torso was so powerful, Daria knew she couldn't hold him
down, so she curled her legs around his body and rode him like a rider
would a horse.  No matter how much the lord spun or turned, Daria never
once relinquished her grip or the pressure she applied.  He even tried
rolling over on the floor and pinning her underneath his back, but nothing
could free him.  Soon the lord's energy diminished and his body collapsed
to the floor.  Moments later the struggle was over and the female warrior
had defeated another male victim.