Schoolgirl Assassins. Story 8. 
by ANTMAN
The Main Gate



At the main gate to the Chateau, two guards were lolling in their chairs
in the sun.    they were bored - nothing ever happened here. They were
both dressed in black shirts and black trousers. One was a heavily built
man with a bull neck and he had his rifle propped against his leg. The
other guard was rather short and thin. He had his rifle propped against
the gate. The large man sighed heavily and glanced round the fringe of
trees; and then relooked at the big fir tree about ten yards in front of
him. He shook his head, and blinked hard. Then he stared open
mouthed.....                                   Poking out from behind the
tree was a shapely girl's leg, bronzed and ending in white ankle socks
and trainers. The leg flexed, and muscles rippled under the smooth skin.
The man stood up and glanced over at his comrade, who appeared to be
asleep. He licked his lips nervously, and picked up his gun. The leg
withdrew, to be replaced by a arm, whose finger beckoned to him. With a
lustful leer, he crept towards the tree.        As he rounded the thick
girth of the tree, Sylvia flicked her right leg up and kicked the gun out
of the man's hand to send it flying with a crash into the
undergrowth.              On hearing the noise, the other guard suddenly
awoke, and glancing over, saw the vacant chair, and looked around,
puzzled. Then he saw someone - a young schoolgirl was stood smiling at
him. As he stood amazed, she suddenly pulled off her white sports top
exposing her lovely shapely body. The guard stood speechless and
paralised, as she cast the top down, and started to sway toward him, her
grey eyes holding his. She reached back, and undid her black satin bra,
and pushing out her budding breasts proudly, she closed on him, her bra
hanging down in one hand.           Behind the tree, Sylvia swivelled on
her left foot, and then kicked out strongly with her right, catching the
man full in his solar plexus with her sole. The breath wooshed out of
him, and he gasped and staggered back. She moved in and grasping his
right arm, turned and threw him over her shoulder. He crashed with a
sickening thump on the ground, and Sylvia drove her heel down on his
throat, destroying his larynx.              Through his agony, the mans
brain took in the young shapely schoolgirl, with the white top and short
pleated grey skirt, and he thought of the schoolgirls who were the ones
who were killing Agents, but she was so young, so lovely...Sylvia,
realising her enemy was strong, and that she had him temporarily stunned,
acted immediately to get a deadly hold on him, before he recovered. She
locked her slim fingers behind his bull neck, and pulled his face swiftly
into her short skirt at her crutch.As she fell back, her legs coiled
around his neck, in a foreward figure four scissors. As her left knee
hooked around her right foot, she grasped his wrists, as he desperately
reached for her throat, and twisted them viciously behind his back.
Jerking her lithe hips up, her short skirt fell back to her hips, and his
throat was jammed hard into her black satin briefs, as she tightened her
grip.There he was on his knees, his arms useless to him, but he knew his
neck was strong. He wheezed out "When I get out bitch, I will kill you
slowly". "Well, " breathed Sylvia, "I'll make sure you don't get out".
She gritted her teeth and tightened her scissors, revelling in the gasps
and wheezes she caused theman.                                                                           
                                       Charlotte flicked the end of her
bra at the man's head. The clasp caught him in the eye, causing him to
shriek in pain and clutch at his blinded eye. As he staggered temporarily
losing sight of her because of tear filled eyes, she gathered up the bra,
and wrapped it twice round his neck. She viciously rammed her knee into
his groin, and as he doubled up with agony, She tripped him and fell
straddling him, as he landed on his right side. His arm was twisted
behind him , and Charlotte's right knee landed on it pinning it as her
left knee landed on the ground near his waist.She then leaned foreward,
and tightened the bra round his neck with both hands. The man soon choked
and his face began to turn purple, as the soft satin noose tightened
relentlessly."Mmm", said Charlotte, "This is a new use for my bra. Who
would think something so soft and sexy could be so deadly". She giggled,
and tightened still more "A lot like me really". She swung her long hair
softly over his face.                    His free hand clawed at the
silky garotte, as his windpipe closed and his breathing ceased. He could
not get a grip on the material, and then pushed desperately at her knee
and soft thigh under her mini skirt. Charlotte merely tightened her long
thighs round his squirming body and breathed huskily into his ear "No way
mister, you're all mine". She twisted her noose again, and his tongue
lolled out. His legs thrashed frantically, but she rode him easily,
biting her lip at the waves of exstacy that washed over her, as she
strangled the
man.                                                                         
Sylvia couldn't close the mans throat, his neck muscles were very strong,
even against her strong legs. His breathing was in great rasping gasps.
But slowly he was weakening, against the constant python squeezing of
Sylvia's inner thigh muscles. She had started to gyrate her strong hips
around his helpless neck, and what with the power in her thighs and the
smotheringof his face against her lower stomach, his brain was not
getting enough oxygen, and had started to fog. His twisted arms held by
her strong fingers were now totally numb and wouldn't obey his attempts
to move. When he would try to rise from his knees, she would jerk her
hips up strongly, forcing him back to his knees, where she would
recommence her gyrations. His gasps and groans were having an effect on
her, and she moaned as her orgasm approached. Having a man's head clamped
between her legs, and killing with her muscled limbs was a total turn on
for her, and as her orgasm came her hips thrust upwards with added power,
her thighs tightened to a steely vice that finally broke his will and the
muscles in his neck. Feeling his resistance wilt as she came out of her
shuddering lust, sahe smiled at his agonised eyes, and said "My you were
a strong one", as she twisted her raised hips sharply to the right, and
sighing contentedly, as she heard the sharp crack as his neck broke, and
his head lolled sightless onto her thigh. She uncoiled her deadly legs
from around his neck, and shakily made her way to the gate. She stood
leaning against a tree as her shudders from the orgasm finally subsided
and saw another sexy sight before her. Charlotte, crouching over her
victim, her long hair hanging over his face, was riding him to death. The
bra had closed his windpipe and his desperate efforts to free himself
from the lithe young girl, had failed. His legs twitched feebly, and his
body spasmodically twitched under her thighs which gripped him tightly.
Her breasts rubbing against his back aroused her and like Sylvia, she had
an orgasm as her opponent choked to death under the pressure of her soft
satin bra. At last his body ceased to move and Charlotte stood up.
Brushing down her short skirt over her trembling thighs, she looked down
at the man. "I hope you haven't stretched my bra",she said, "Or my tits
will fall out". She rehooked the bra behind her and went over to collect
her top, as Sylvia came over. "He didn't want my bra,"said Charlotte, "It
was too tight for him", Both girls laughed, and hand in hand opened the
now unguarded gate.                       The End