Schoolgirl Assassins    Story 1. 
by ANTMAN
The School

The scene is a large, old Manor house in the heart of England's green and
pleasant land. High stone walls surround the spacious building and these
are topped by electrified wire. The sign on the old double gates
reads.."Miss Bonds School For Young Ladies" (Boarders- 14-18 years of
age). It is night-time -all the day pupils have gone home, and lights are
on all over the
building.                                                        The
scene shifts to the Gymnasium, where there is activity. Young ladies,
dressed alike in short grey pleated gym skirts, white airtex blousesand
white ankle socks are excercising; some climbing ropes, others vaulting
and beam working, and yet others are doing floor gymnastics. The middle
of the room is occupied however, by a group of ten of the youngest girls
- all fourteen years old, sitting or kneeling in a circle. Stood up next
to them, is the Headmistress, Miss Bond. She speaks loudly, looking at
the rapt expressions on the young faces..."We must toughen up your
muscles and agility, to make your bodies strong - to be killing machines
against the enemies of England..." The sound of a male groaning cut into
her speech and a few of the girls giggled and smiled as they looked
before them. A blonde haired girl with lovely blue eyes and a cute
uptilted nose, was leaning back on her elbows and thrusting her lithe
hips upwards. Once more, a mans lod moan was heard. "That's it, Sylvia,"
said Miss Bond, "Tighten up a bit more". The young girl smiled, and bit
her lip in  concentration as she complied. The man's voice was now cut
off, in a strangled croak.                   Between the girl's legs, a
writhing man of about forty years old, was clawing at the girls
figure-four scissors locked around his neck. Her grey pleated skist had
ridden up to her hips exposing her strong shapely thighs. "Remember
girls," said the headmistress, "Your legs are stronger than any man's
hands or arms, so use them carefully, if you don't want to kill. Just a
little more Sylvia, to knock him
out".                                     The man was now making a
strange gurgling sound, which brought more giggles from the onlookers,
and his face was turning purple with the constriction on his neck. With
her shapely calf clamped across his neck, his wheezing breath now
stopped, and his hands clawed desperately at the silken thighs with their
lithe muscles hardened to deadly steel. "Yes Miss", replied Sylvia, and
tightened her grip a little more, with a grunt of effort. The group
watched with wide eyes, and  breath-holding suspense as he started to
gurgle and twitch. His hands made one last feeble effort to loose the
bronzed calf from across his throat, his eyes bulged, and he fell
unconcious.              "Release Sylvia" ordered Miss Bond. "Aw, alright
Miss," said the reluctant schoolgirl. She uncoiled her legs, and rose to
her feet, combing out her thick sholder length blonde hair with her
fingers, and looking down at the still man, with a smile. The watching
circle applauded, and Miss Bond said-" Well done Sylvia, youve got strong
legs already". "Thank you Miss," replied the girl, as she tightened her
bronzed legs under her short skirt to reveal strong muscles rippling
under the satin skin.               Miss Bond  took out a small bottle,
unscrewed it and knelt by the man. She waved the smelling salts under his
nose, and he came to with a choking gasp. He lay rubbing his neck
ruefully as she said -"It's good of you Mr. Jones, to stay on for extra
curricular activity". "I don't mind helping the girls," he replied
groggily.                         "Now, Charlotte,  what have you been
practicing?" asked the Head. A slender girl of 5foot 7inches , with long
straight brown hair with a fringe above beautiful grey eyes, stood up,and
smoothed her short skirt over her long legs- "The Sleeper, Miss, " she
said sweetly."Go to it then child," said the Headmistress,  and as Sylvia
sat in her place, the Caretaker struggled up to a sitting position. The
girl glided foreward and knelt behind him. "Not yet. I'm Not ready ", he
protested. "Oh, but she is", said Miss  Bond,"Take him Charlotte !" "Yes
Miss" she giggled, and coiling her left arm around the Caretaker's neck,
clamped that hand against her upper right arm, and pressed her right hand
against the back of his head. She then pulled him back against her young
breasts, and began to pressure his neck. "Agh" he gasped as her slim
forarm cut into his throat. He reached up and pulled at her arm, which
now completely encircled his neck. But her arm was as supple as a snake
and continued to tighten, her hand forcing his head down, adding extra
pressure. He tried to roll away from her, but she was ready. Falling
backwards, she arched her supple back, and unbent her legs; then with the
neck hold still tight, she dropped again onto her back, and coiling her
long legs around his waist, locked her white socked ankles together.
"                                                           "Yes" cried
one voice."Now she's got him" whooped another. "Very good Charlotte"
breathed Miss Bond, "Finish the hold child". The girl nodded, and then
concentrated hard. Her scissors lock tightened under his ribs,
restricting his breathing, and her neck lock tightened, closing the
carteroid arteries which fed blood to the brain. It caused strange
feelings in the stomachs of the young girls, as they watched this man
squirming helplessly in the grip of a slip of a girl of their age, and
some groaned and gasped with pleasure as they wished they could get their
strong arms and legs around him. He started to feel dizzy and detatched
and then he panicked, desperately  pushing at her long steely thighs, and
pulling at her satin smooth arms. He tried to arch away from the torture,
but he weakened fast. Suddenly he started to twitch and wave his arms
feebly in the air. He jerked once more, and then collapsed limply onto
thegirl.                                                                          
                                        "Release, now Charlotte",
commanded Miss Bond. The girls responded enthusically, and Miss Bond
called them all together. "Right girls, you will all be trained in all
forms of  unarmed combat. The girls of fourteen and fifteen will not go
on combat operations yet," a massed protest came from the younger ones,
"But", she continued," Your time will come.Dismiss".                                                                      
                     THE END OF STORYONE