Schoolgirl Assassins. Story 2. 
by ANTMAN
A Walk In The Park 



A couple of months later, Miss Bond  called all the Boarders together in
the Gym, when the day's lessons were over. They were all dressed in their
Gym. Kits ready for practicing their deadly arts. Miss Bond turned on the
slide projector and motioned to the two men who suddenly appeared on the
screen. One was stocky and about thirty years old, with dark hair and a
large Mexican style moustache, the other looked about eighty to the young
girls. He was wrinkled and frail, with whispy grey hair and a baggy suit.
"Now girls," said the Headmistress, "MI5 want these two eliminated. One-
the young one, will be in the park around seven oclock on Thursday, and
the old man will be travelling to meet him, on the old steam railway. The
old man has to die of natural causes- he's rather a high flyer; The other
one well_- " She laughed, and looked at the faces of the eager oldergirls.                                                                         
        "Right, Emmaline and Francis will deal with the younger one, and
", she paused "Ellie and Su will finish the old man". Ellie gave a little
shriek of pleasure. "Final details on Wednesday." She clapped her hands
"Right girls, practice". In a couple of minutes the paired off girls were
a writhing mass of scissors, strangles, pins and locks, which drew
exclamations and submissions all over the
room.                                              Thursday evening. At
quarter to seven, the park is almost empty. Emmaline and Francis, dressed
in their Gym clothes walked slowly along, scanning a photo.           
Emmaline was an Amazon- seventeen years old and five foot ten. She had
long copper coloured hair, and long steely legs. Francis was a willowy
sixteen year old with fair hair, rather shortly cut, and green eyes.
Suddenly Emmaline returned the photo to her pocket in her skirt, and
nodded her head -"There he is", she whispered. There was no mistaking the
moustache.                                                                 
He was sat on a bench, reading a newspaper, and the girls went and sat
down in front of a bush about ten yards from him, and kicked off their
trainers. He noticed them, and idly watched them - their long bronzed
legs accentuated by their ankle length white socks. Suddenly, their
voices raised, and they began arguing. Pulling hair, and kicking, the
younger girl jumped up, and ran round the bush- the Amazon followed, and
now hidden from view, he heard scuffling and yelps, a strangled Help -
then silence. He glanced around, there was nobody near; and reluctantly
he walked round the edge of the bush, to see if he could
help!                                                          A white
socked foot suddenly hit him- the ball of the foot crunching into his
groin. He gasped in agony and doubled up, just as Emmaline  reached him,
and stood him erect, with a knee under his chin, driven by her powerful
thigh. He gagged , and staggered and Francis took him in a tight side
headlock. She swayed her lithe body, threw him over her hip, and dropped
her full weight onto his chest. The breath wooshed out of him, and his
senses swam. She clamped his head tighter against her white shirted
breast, and pushed his right arm down, scissoring it with her thighs, and
trapping it. Before he could respond, she pounded at his bicep muscle
with her small , hard fist, over and over. With a roar of pain, he swept
her off with his other hand, and staggered painfully upright eying his
assailants, These were no ordinary schoolgirls, he realised he was in
desperate trouble. He glanced round- no-one was near. His groin was in
agony, his throat nearly closed, and his right arm hung down, partially
paralised . Emmaline beckoned to him with a crooked finger, and a wicked
smile - "Come on then ", shesaid.                                                                          
        With a growl of rage, he lunged at her, his good left hand
clutching for her, as  Francis regained her feet. Emmaline dodged the
hand and as it went past her head, she grasped the wrist, pivoted, bent
her knees, and threw him over her shoulder. He landed with a fearsome
thud and shrieked in agony. Retaining her hold on his wrist, and keeping
his arm straight, she sat down beside him, and as he struggled to sit up,
she threw her right leg over his neck, catching his throat in the crook
of her knee, and dragging him back down onto his back. Bending her left
leg and placing the foot against his ribs, she lay back, and tossing her
copper hair out of her eyes. "Now then " , she said. Fraccis, stood by
his head said "Good hold Em, do it to him".                 She arched
her hips, pulling  his arm straight into her mini-skirted groin, and
clamping her strong thighs around it. The man shrieked as his elbow bent
the wrong way. "Look out ", said Francis,"Someone's
coming".                                                                  
An old woman was shuffling towards them, with a little dog on a lead.
Francis dropped to her knees by his head, and covered his mouth with her
hands,.The girls then giggled loudly to cover his muffled moans, as the
woman passed by them .She glanced over and saw them-- a man fooling about
with his teenage daughters.. she tutted and moved on. "Where were we?"
asked Emmaline-"Oh yes". She archedher strong hips and this time twisted
them. There was an audible crack as his elbow broke, and the man's
muffled scream was replaced by a sobbing moan, as Francis removed her
hand. "Why" he whimpered. "Because we hate traitors" said Francis. "You
Bitch" he exploded and reached up for her with her weakened arm. She
grabbed his wrist, pushed it back on the ground, and dropped on the
aching muscle over and over, with her knees.The girls then stood up, and
as he used his last strength to struggle upright, they whispered
together.                                                                
The girls started to circle him like cats playing with a mouse. Their
eyes gleamed, and cruel smiles played on their lips.Francis then moved on
him, and throwing her right arm around his neck, and her left around his
waist, she pivoted, and swept his legs from under him, with a backward
sweep of her shapely right leg. He fell on his back, and with a shriek of
glee, she leapt on him, straddling him. She placed her thumbs over his
Adams apple, and as her fingers closed round his neck, she pressed hard,
and closed his windpipe. The man's body began to buck wildly, as he tried
to breathe. She clamped her lithe thighs tightly against him. He couldn't
use his arms but he was fighting for his life against this slim
schoolgirl, and was almost unseating her, when Emmaline slid in, and
wrapped her long legs around his waist. She then locked her ankles and
kept him down with her crushing body scissors.                      The
man kicked out weakly, and as his tongue started to protrude, and his
eyes bulged, Francis giggled, gripped him tighter between her thiighs,
and strangled him to death. When Francis felt no pulse, the girls
released him, and pulled his body into the bushes. They pulled on their
trainers, and arm in arm went off to telephone their "Disposal Unit" to
tell them where the body was.              THE
END