AIR TIGHT By Taz 7th May 2002 Royal Jordanian R111 Amman to London Heathrow Assasination of Sahed Hamed, PLO Chief Political Analyst 'Would you like a drink sir?' Sarah bouncily asked Mr Hamed smiling with her head cocked sideways her short, blond hair hanging adjacent to her facia, eyes sparkling, perfect teeth gleaming 'er, yes thankyou a tonic water' he replied in broken english, taken in awe by her pretty blond face Sarah produces a small can and a platic see-through cup, and as she pours it slipping in a very tiny white pill that disolves instantly, Mr Hamed completly distracted by Sarahs smile and ample perfumed cleavage which she delibartly hangs inches from his face. She moves on with her collague serving drinks to the passengers, smiling over her shoulder as she sees Mr Hamed sipping the tonic she poured him. The pill, a potent form of Sodium Hydroxite, Sarah put in his drink causes the vitim to feel a tired sickness within 20 minutes. After serving drinks, Sarah stayed at the back of the plane, making it look as though she was working on some paperwork when she was just awaiting Mr Hamed to go to the bathroom. Mr Hamed was not a wealthy man and was travelling in Economy class, so the bathroom facility would be cramped and small, meaning Sarah would have to dispatch him in close quarters and quitely. About 15 minutes passed when Mr Hamed started down the walkway toward the toilet. Sarah quickly turned to her collegue 'Julie, The captain said he needs to speak to you' Sarah smiled at her, perfect teeth gleaming 'ok' julie said and headed down the walkway toward the front of the plane passing Mr Hamed. As he stumbled past Sarah, she pulled the curtain to making sure no one was coming, then as he opened the toilet door and went inside, Sarah now behind him, cupped her left palm over his mouth to smother any scream and massaged his main artery neck tendon with her right whilst similatlsy kicking in the back of his legs sending him to her waist level making him feel even worse and immediatly slightly larthargic. Quickly Sarah hiked up her skirt and straddled his shoulders, wrapping her tights encased thighs tightly around his neck, still keeping his mouth covered with her hand whilst pulling his head tight against her croutch as he confusingly 'MMMMMPPHH'd?', she gymnastically leaned forward until bent over into the toilet cubicble then turned her body taking Mr Hamed with her until facing towards the door. As she came round, Sarah closed the door with her free hand and made it 'OCCUPIED' then sat on the toilet lid. Sarah Held Mr Hamed's head tight between her thighs, still keeping her left hand over his mouth whilst expertly taking out a small pair of porcelain handcuffs with her one hand. Concealed in her bra, she flicks them loose. Mr Hamed was gagging as he needed to be sick. Sarah straighted out her legs, crossing her ankles and crushing his throat between her thighs as he desperatly gasped for air. Unable to call for help, Sarah now removed her palm from his mouth and gripped his wrists holding them at symetrically equal distances adjacent to her for a moment in silence, then she pulled his wrists behind her back and snapped the handcuffs on him, quickly cupping his mouth again with her hand as she lost her balance, with a 'clack' as her heels touched the ground. Now she has control. 'dont you be sick in my hand' Sarah quietly laughed at him as she flicked her hair from her eyes with her free hand and simoultansly adjusted her seat until his hands where trapped under her rear. Mr Hamed still gagging from the tired sickness he was feeling unable to amplify his shouts for help as Sarahs soft palm was smothering his attempts. Sarah pulled his head right back and down to her croutch, deep into her curvy thighs whilst crossing her legs around his head, the sexy smell of her sweaty nearly black tights replacing the strong used toilet-air smell as his facia was squashed against her dark course legs rubbing toghther, darkness all around. Sarahs's thighs engulfed his head more and more. He could not scream and barely even breathe at all. She continued tightening the vice grip of her thighs until she felt him grow weak, then smiling, and crossing her thighs harder, Sarah pulled her hand out and let her thighs cover his mouth instead. Mr Hamed was in a bad way, he wanted to vomit, had a spinning headache, was very weak and now couldnt breath, he was beginning to die! She held on tight and felt his fear, smiling, squeezing her thighs into his neck as he tried to scream again She was sitting on the toilet seat looking down on her victim. He was slowly asphixiating with his throat being crushed by the blonde British Assasins’s thighs, her vice like grip beginning to cut off his air supply. Sarah calmly continually increased the pressure around Mr Hamed's neck. With his airway restricted, he struggled for release as much as he could, but having had his hands cuffed and sat on, Sarah was easily able to control him. 3 minutes passed as Sarah smiled, slowly running her hand over his now very red, bald head, his veins clearly showing. The back of his head, her hand behind it, pulling it tighter into her tights encased crouch, her thighs crossing even more, before releasing the back of his head, keeping his mouth between her crossed thighs, smothering any chance of screaming. She calmly ran her hand through her hair from her face, as he made a "heelph!" noise, the scissor not quite cutting off his air completely. She squeezed his neck again as he bobbed up and down trying to scream, his hands clawing away at the porcelain handcuffs trapped under her managing to free them from her handsitting until she managed to adjust herself so she was sitting on them again, his efforts only achieving very quiet, muffled "MMMPPPHHHS!", his neck tightly scissored between her crossed nylon clad legs, his mouth smothered in her thigh tights. His arms start to lose their coordination as he gropes wildly underneath her. 3 minutes and Mr Hameds body now involutarily shutting down as he barely hears people outside the cubicle, mearely inches away with just a door seperating them. A tear running down his cheek then out and down her shiny nearly black thigh, he screams with all his remaining energy but his efforts muted in her suffocating tomb Sarah smiles as she massages his nose, pushing it deeper into her crossed thighs leaving only his eyes wide open in terror the only things still visible between her shape;y nearly black shining thighs. She tightened her legs, now completly cutting off the flow of oxygen to his brain. Sarah leans over him 'Come on sweetie,...Shhhhhh' she gently blew down to him He lurched away from the her, but he had no leverage. Sarah caressed his face with her silky soft hands, blowing softly into his eyes with her peppermint breath, her pretty face inches from his with her blonde hair hanging around his head. She started to tighten her thighs even more around his throat, his eyes bulging out in despair as his stubble pricked her tights. He flailed helplessly on the toilet floor like an infant, but his weak efforts to stand were easily drowned out by Sarahs body weight keeping him down, each time he tried, she simply pushed down with her legs. His strength was rapidly draining, and his muffled cries were turning into whimpers. He gagged for air as she squeezed his throat, her thighs gripping with a slowly building force. They tighten deliberately increasing the strain on the sides of his trapped head. Deep within her thighs she feels his suffocating inaudible screams for life. His frame convulsing against the toilet as he unsuccesfully fought for air, crying like a pertified child at the thought of dying, peeing his pants in pure fear His body spasming violently as death claimed him 'Shhhhh...give in to me hun' she smiled down into his wide open petrified eyes Sarah's scissors had turned the man in her legs blue, his face bloated and fat from the pressure of the blood building up inside his skull His eyes were wide open, bulging right out, his tongue hung out to his chin as he gasped for air, his tongue licking her tights. The veins on his temples bulging from the pressure around his neck. A smile spreads across Sarah's lips as she watches him lose control. She brings her face close to his, looking him straight in the eyes, her breath smelling of peppermint.. "You win some, you lose some, huh, chicken?" Sarah slowly looked up, her hair falling across her eyes as her face set in determination, her teeth gritted as she crossed her legs over, squeezing her thighs toghther whilst similtanusly crosssing them over as far as she possibly could, making the gap between her legs as small as she could Quite a sight this would look, this man suduced to a slow prolonged death between the thighs of a gorgeous blonde british female agent. His body sat on the floor motionless, his hands cuffed and sat on, his face bloated beyond ressuitation inside her thighs, still tightly scissored between her legs. And after some ten minutes of vein bulging oxygen deprivation, Mr Hamed was motionless Sarah checked his pulse..it was very faint and erratic, she gave one last almighty squeeze as the seatbelt sign flicked on in the panel on the toilet dash 'You best get back to your seat Mr Hamed..but not just yet..i havent finished with you' Sarah said patrionisngly to the near death man scissored between her thighs, looking straight ahead at the door Sarah uncrossed her legs and moved back slightly allowing Mr Hameds head to rest on the toilet lid, then she sat on his face, wiggling her rear to fit his face, his mouth on her tights encased sex, his nose wedged in her deepest thighs. Sarah crossed her legs again and reached over for the mirror on the dash. She untied her hair and let it hang behind her, slowly penduliming her head side to side, letting it hang free before carefully pushing it back and slowly tying it back into a sexy little arrangement She checked her Gucci wrist watch before reaching down to his shirt and unbuttoning the top of it, still sitting on his face, before finally uncrossing her legs and slowly standing, straightening out then pulling down her skirt His eyes wide and glazed, mouth open. It would look like a stroke 'hope you enjoyed your flight..' Sarah said sarcastically as she kissed her fingertip and pressed it on Mr Hamed lips, whilst uncuffing him and replacing the procelain restraints back in her bra Sarah carefully unlocked the door then slowly opened it atiny bit, just enough to see the coast was clear. Satisfied no one was around, she emerged into the corridor, closing the door behind her. She realised that she needed a way of stopping people going in the toilet while she was still on the plane. Scanning the kitchen area she found her soloution. A 'Out of Order' sticker half peeling of an old kettle presented itself to her. She gently peeled off the sticker and lay it across the front of the door, when suddenly 'When ouma Hamed??' came a strong concerned Arabic voice behind her Sarah quickly established this must be her 'mark's bodyguard. She turned with a smile already beaming, perfect white teeth gleaming she had to think fast 'Mr Hamed? I think he may be in this toilet, he didnt look too well!' Sarah blushfully whispered 'Ouftha il baab absorara!' the guard ordered Sarah opened the door and the guard immediatly rushed into the cubicle upon seeing Mr Hameds motionless body, his face pale with eyes glazed staring into space As the guard entered, Sarah leaned over his shoulder closing the curtain again Using nothing but her bare hands, she brought them down savagely chopping at both sides of the guards neck, the blows momentarily compressing the carotid artery and causing him to black out. Sarah knew that it wouldn't take long for the man to recover but it was long enough for what she had planned for him. She clamped her right, soft hand over his mouth to prevent him from screaming and pulled him back from the cubicle with one swift jerking movement whilst similtaniously kicking the door shut. She dragged him onto the nearby staff bed, going through the thin curtain, dark and out of sight. She calculated that it would take her several minutes to dispose of the guard and she didn't want to be disturbed. She fell to the bed landing on her back, taking her victim with her so that he lay on top of her, the back of his head resting between Sarah's full breasts. The blonde assassin spread her legs wide, forcing her skirt to ride up her tights encased thighs bringing them up and over the slowly recovering man's body. Crossing her ankles she clamped her thighs together, trapping the man's arms to his side. Having immobilised him, she completed her deadly manoeuvre by pinching his nostrils closed with her left hand. He immediately began to struggle in the girl's lethal embrace, his frantic movement unable to free him..without the use of his arms, she was easily able to control him. Sarah's assault had caused a scuffling sound, which although slight, was enough to alert the attention of a male steward who was walking down the plane aisle approaching the back of the plane He entered the kitchen area and stood for a moment to see if he could hear the sound again All the while Sarah, totally aware of the steward's close proximity to her position, was pulling down so hard on the bodyguard's mouth that red marks were appearing from the pressure. Sarah was on her back, her eyes were closed with gleaming white teeth gritted in concentration, her head facing the ceiling as she concentrated on keeping her victim quiet. Her ankles crossed as tight as she could as her suffocating victim's pleading eyes could only stare hopefully at the sillohette of the steward through the curtain for help, his arms tightly trapped and held between her crushing thighs. He screams but nothing comes out...again, then sucking on her palm, finding no air to take in his panic steps to another level, a primal fear of a need to breath, his eyes wide open and petrified, his legs thrashing around noislessly on the soft bed. His heaving failed attempts to inhale oxygen causing them to lift off the bed with each effort, now crying realising he was going to die, never to see his family again as Sarah adjusted her palm covering his mouth for a better grip, his head frantically turning left and right trying to break the girl's deadly seal to which Sarah counted by pulling his head deeper into her chest until she had it complelty in her breasts, meaning he now couldnt turn his head at all. His desire to live still strong as he desperatly tried to free his trapped arms from between Sarah's thighs but her ankle pivot being the key to her strength was unreachable to him The steward had made the beverages he had come to prepare for some passengers and was putting them on a tray. He then turned and walked out of the kithcen area and started down the plane gangway. He met Julie half way down who had been talking to the pilot and passengers 'Bing..ladies and gentlemen we are passing through some minor turbulence so please fasten your seatbelts, thankyou' came the monotone voice of the captain The plane was shaking slightly but the on flight movie was keeping most at ease. After a couple of minutes the turbulance passed and the seatbelts sign flicked off. A passenger was trying to get into the cubicle the late Mr Hamed was in unsuccefully thanks to Sarahs quick thinking of wedging a small plastic knife under the door, he gave up and went back to his seat The on board movie had almost finished and was coming to its climaxing conclusion, the flight only minutes away from landing now and London was in sight Sarah's victim's face had turned purple. He had stopped struggling but the blonde had kept her grip on his mouth and nose, just to be sure. She experimentally released his mouth and felt on his neck for a pulse, ready to resume her suffocating grip if she detected one. There was none. She uncrossed her ankles and pushed the corpse away from her. This was unanticipated but Sarah had already formulated a contingency plan. She quickly dragged the dead guard's body off the bed and looked through the thin curtain, on seeing it was clear she dragged the body into the toilet cubicle, locking the door behind her Now she unzipped Hamed's zipper and placed the guard's body in such a position that it would look as though he was giving Hamed sexual favours. Then she carefully tipped a complete bottle of Asparin down the guards throat and placed the empty bottle on the bathroom top Sarah now checked her Gucci watch...10 minutues to landing. She opened the door and wedged a very thin piece of plastic from the sink area under the cubicle door then took a passenger request for a beverage 'What would you like Sir?' Sarah prettily asked him, leaning over his head to turn off the request lightm her breats brushng the top of his head with her gorgoeus face complementing her slim yet volumptous body.