Schoolgirl Assassins. Story 5. Robbers At The School 
by ANTMAN




The two girls were sat on a bed, chatting in the eight bed Dorm. in the
school. It was almost six o'clock, and nearly time for their unarmed
combat session . All the day pupils had gone home, and the younger girls
had already started their training.         Claire had just turned
eighteen, and was a beauty, with shoulder length thick dark hair, and she
was well built with an ample bosom. Naomi had long straight light brown
hair and was sixteen, she was tall and slender with beautiful grey
eyes.                   Claire suddenly glanced out of the window.."Hey,"
she said, "Who are they?" Naomi looked out and saw two men. "I don't know
" she replied, "But they look suspicious". The two men were furtively
looking around, and trying to open various windows on the ground floor.
They reached the window next to the room the girls were in, tried it, and
it slid up. They disappeared inside
it.                                                                     
"The only man allowed in this school is the caretaker", said Claire, "Get
behind the door Naomi, we might have some action".They listened intently
as a whisper reached them from the corridor..."You look over there, I'll
try this one". The handle of their door slowly turned and as the door was
slowly opened, Claire stood up and put a finger to her lips to Naomi. The
man stepped into the room, and stood agog. Before him stood a stunning
looking girl, with sultry dark eyes, hands on shapely hips, and long well
muscled legs under the shortest of pleated Gym skirts. Her well developed
breasts pushed twin peaks in the white airtex sports top she
wore.                                     "Hello there" she breathed,
"I'm Claire. Have you come to play?" She beckoned with a finger to him
and as he slowly moved into the room as if hypnotised, she gave an almost
imperceptible nod to Naomi who slipped her trainers off', and slipped out
of the room to warn Miss Bond the Headmistress, who was supervising the
young girls in the Gymnasium. As the man reached her, Claire took his
hands, and placed them on her ample breasts. Then, as a smile of lust
spread across his face, she powered her strong right leg up, her knee
crunching sickenly in to his groin. With a shriek of agony he doubled
over. She brought her other leg up, the knee breaking his nose. Once
more, there was a howl ripped from him and he staggered upright. "Oh
Dear" tutted Claire, stepped towards him and brought the edges of both
her hands down on the sides of his neck. As the man swayed stunned,
Claire felt the familiar feeling she got when she overpowered a man. It
started in her groin and as she got a hold or a lock on a man, she
usually orgasmed as the man struggled in her grip. She swung another
chop, this time a single right blow across his throat.He gagged, Chocked,
and dropped to his knees, dazed and in agony at the end of a
bed.                                  Naomi meanwhile, had followed the
other man along the corridor which led to the Gym  where the lights were
on, and shrill cries and shrieks were heard. The man was looking in rooms
in either side of the passage, and as he vanished into one, Naomi
silently ran past the room in her ankle socked feet, and entered the Gym.
A group of girls were shouting encouragement to a girl who lay trapped in
Sylvia's figure four scissors hold. Gemma a slim blonde of fourteen years
with an agonised expression on her lovely face was kicking her long legs
desperately. Her short, grey gym skirt had fallen back to her hips,
exposing her brief , black satin panties to the excited onlookers. She
was unconcerned of this, as her hands pulled at various places on the
strong legs coiled around her neck. Sylvia, fifteen, lay back on her
elbows, and bit her bottom lip in concentration. Her thick blonde hair
lay beyond her shoulders, and her blue eyes were narrowed as she applied
just enough pressure to hold, but not hurt her opponent. The girls around
them. all fourteen and fifteen years old, were shouting out. "Hold on
Gemma" one called. "Give it to her Sylvia", called another, and various
other calls were heard. Naomi ran past the girls and reached Miss Bond,
whispered in her ear, and then Miss Bond clapped her hands. The girls
fell silent. "We've got male visitors, girls. Prepare to entertain them.
Although you are only young, your testing time has come early. Do me
proud" said Miss Bond. The girls all crowded round the doors and fellsilent.                                                                        
                    Claire sat on the edge of the bed and took the man's
head in her hands- looked into his tear filled anguished eyes with her
own soft large brown orbs, and said "Oh, did I hurt you?" The man could
only gasp out a croak from his crushed windpipe. She smiled at him, "Let
me squeeze it better". She pulled his head down between her long bronzed
calves, and closed them, locking her ankles together, and squeezed. The
man gave a strangled gasp and grasped her legs
desperately.                                   Claire bit her bottom lip
as she felt the orgasm mount. The man was helpless in her grip and as he
weakly struggled, she felt her power over him. It turned her on. The man
was getting panicky and tried prising apart her calves, but he felt her
well defined muscles under her soft skin, and he realised he was too
weak. He gazed down at the brown legs with the white socks and trainers
and gasped helplessly.                          Claire held him in the
hold for five minutes working her muscles on his neck like a python -
alternating soft and hard squeezes, and revelling in the man's strangled
gasps and weak pawings of his
hands.                                                                  
She released him, gripped his head and raised his unprotesting body up
with hers. She then threw him backwards onto the bed, and dived on him
straddling him. She moved onto his stomach, took his arms and pushed them
down by his sides, clamping  her thighs around them, pinning them. She
leant over his face and said in a husky voice "You liked my breasts- have
a closer look". With that she coiled her arms around his neck, tighened
them, and pushed her breasts into his face. He tried to arch up as his
breathing was cut off, but her strong thighs under her short skirt
gripped him tightly . His arms felt like they were held by steel ropes as
her inner thigh muscles clamped onto them. He tried to kick out, but he
could get no footing on the soft quilt. Claire giggled as his muffled
screams grew fainter and she rubbed her groin against his writhing body
as with a shriek, she orgasmed. As her tremors subsided, she realised
that she had smothered him into unconciousness, and raised her breasts
from his face, but kept the hold on him tight, for when he came
round.                        The man pushed opened the double doors of
the Gymnasium, and was suddenly grasped by the wrists, and pulled in off
balance. Naomi fell backwards onto the floor, pulling him with her, and
placing her socked foot into his stomach, pulled hard on his wrists. Her
short skirt fell back to her hips, and her long lithe leg propelled him
high over her head in an arc to land with a crassh on his back, knocking
the breath out of him. As he staggered dazedly upright, shaking his head
he looked around. He was surrounded by a group of little girls, all
dressed alike in their school Gym clothes. He was over six feet tall and
dwarfed the girls who appeared to be all fourteen or fifteen yearsold.                                                                           
                                 As he looked for a way out of the circle
of girls, he noticed a tall ash-blonde lady of about thirty years old,
and he heard her say "Get him girls".                                 
They all started to attack the man. Little sharp finger tips jabbed; hard
small fists punched; slim arms swung Karate chops; hard heels elbows and
knees found their targets. Their aims were deadly, he received hurting
blows to his face, neck, stomach, groin, knees, kidneys, solar plexus and
arms and legs. The were like a pack of wolves after their prey; dodging
in and out, ducking his wildly swinging arms as he tried to hit his
little tormentors. His roars of rage turned to howls of pain as the girls
turned his big body to a mass ofagonies.                                                                       
       In fifteen minutes, it was all over. The little girls had almost
destroyed him, he was on his knees, panting and moaning, and in pain all
over. The girls all gathered round him smiling and giggling at him. A
loud clapping was heard-"Well done my Angels" said Miss Bond, "You've
passed your first test. Sylvia, your favourite hold please child". The
girl approached the man from behind, and ran her hands down her shapely
thighs. She straddled his neck, and, as she sat down, clamped her right
calf, with its strong muscles across his throat, hooking it behind her
left knee - her favourite figure four scissors.As she leant back and
tightened the lock, his airway closed, and his strangled gasping ceased.
The watching girls clapped and whistled gleefully. The man desperately
tried to prise apart her thighs, and ease the strangling calf, but his
hands ran up steely muscles under sleek young skin. He tried to turn his
head to gasp in air, but her inner thigh muscles held him in a steel
vise.                                                  "Relax Sylvia"
said Miss Bond moving foreward. "Yes Miss" sighed Sylvia, and eased her
killer hold. The man's chest heaved as his lungs gasped in great gulps of
air.         "Now then", said  the Headmistress, "What are you looking
for?" The man's gaze was frightened as he looked around at the cold cruel
looks on the faces of the young girls gathered round. He remained dumb.
"Right Sylvia" Miss Bond nodded.                      Sylvia smiled in
anticipation, pushed her hair back with her hand, and thrust her hips up
while retightening her hold on his neck. The back of his ck was pressed
tight against her crotch and she bit her lip as she experienced strange
feelings down there. As his airway closed again, the man arched his back
and tried once more to pull those smooth tormentors away. Sylvia kept up
the pressure, till the man, pounded on the floor and waved weakly at Miss
Bond. She nodded and Sylvia eased the scissors again. The headmistress
looked inquiringly at the man as he dizzily came round again "Alright" he
gasped "Only get her off". Miss Bond stayed looking at him, as his head
was still enfolded by Sylvia's killer legs. "Alright, " he moaned "The
Chateau Lambert in Rotterdam is our H.Q. Our agents have been getting
killed off. We got a tip off that this school  trains Assassins". "Who
tipped you off", asked Miss Bond coldly. She nodded at Sylvia, and as her
legs tightened round his neck again, he screamed out "Your Caretaker, Mr
Jones" . "Finish him, Sylvia", said Miss Bond, turning on her heel with
Naomi beside her. "No, No" screamed the man reaching out in supplication
to her retreating back. His screams were cut off, as Sylvias calf closed
his windpipe, and the other girls knelt down with shining, excited eyes
to watch the demise of the man between Sylvia'slegs.                                                                          
                 Naomi awnd Miss Bond entered the Dormitory as Claire's
victim was coming to. Claire was leaning on her elbows, a dreamy look on
her face, as her hips slowly rubbed herself up and down the man. "Right
Claire," said Miss Bond" Finish him". Claire came out of her shuddering
orgasm, and as the man opened his mouth to scream, her breasts, with the
now erect nipples enfolded his face as her arms tightened round his neck.
The Headmistress and Naomi watched with grim satisfaction as Claire's
strong young body this time stayed clamped to his helplessly writhing
body until his struggles weakened, his hands fluttered weakly under her
thighs and his legs twitched spasmodically. Finally he ceased moving.
Claire kept the smother hold on for another minute, then she released his
lifeless form, and sat up satisfied with a smile on her glowing face.
"Right then Mr Jones" said Miss Bond.               The End