SCHOOLGIRL ASSASSINS. Story 12. "Inside The Chateau" Pt.2. 
by ANTMAN


     In another corridor of the enemy agent's Chateau, Persia, the
seventeen year old of Middle Eastern origin, with long dark hair and an
olive complextion, dressed in her black satin bra and briefs, cautiously
made her way to the window of an office. Peeping in, she saw a man sat
hunched over a morse code key, tapping out a message. He was sat at a
desk on which was a short band radio, and a pile of files.
     Silently, Portia slipped into the room, and moving over behind the
man, she raised her shapely arms, and then brought the sharp sides of her
hands hard against the sides of his neck. Slipping a forearm around his
throat as he gasped in agony, she pulled him upright out of the chair.
She pressed her other hand against the back of his head, and slammed his
face into the wall. She then spun the dazed man around, and stamped a
kick into his stomach, propelling him into the corner of the room, where
he hit the wall and slowly slumped down it. Persia dropped down onto the
floor near his feet, she crossed her tanned shins and then brought her
feet up towards his face. She passed each foot on either side of his
neck, then turned them behind his neck, thus trapping his neck between
her ankles. The man's hands clutched her shapely crossed calves trying to
part them, then felt the silky muscles harden under his hands as she
turned her feet more, tightening her ankles against his neck and jamming
his throat against her crossed calves. He choked and tried to kick the
shapely girl. She evaded his wild swing then captured his ankles with an
arm, coiling round and trapping them against her body.
     As the man gasped and wheezed and writhed, Portia leaned back on her
elbows, and smiled a beautiful but cold smile up at him. He looked down
desperately at the young girl who was torturing him with her lovely brown
legs, which were locked tight around his neck. He saw her bulging breasts
just held in by her silky bra rising and falling in excitement, and her
dark eyes flashing.
     "Tell me" she breathed purringly, "Which room is the Director's
Office?" The man's frightened eyes pleaded, but his rasping breaths told
her nothing. The man wheezing gasps suddenly ceased, as Portia raised her
shapely hips off the floor, and tightened her stranglhold. The man's eyes
bulged and he desperately squirmed. His clutching hands clutched at her
feet behind his neck, but he was weakening fast and her grip was too
strong for him to loosen. He brought his fists down to pound weakly on
her knees. She merely chuckled, and said, "I'm too strong for you, don't
you think I've got strong legs". His reddening face and protruding
tongue  told his answer, as his brain fogged and spots appeared before
his eyes. His fingers were now pulling weakly at her calves. She
continued..."I'm one of the Schoolgirl Assassins, you can't escape me.
I've got you in a deadly hold and can kill you in five minutes using my
lovely legs. You've one chance to live. Tell me the room number".
     Outside the room a guard had his ear to the door. He had heard a
man's choking gasp in the radio operator's room, and now he listened wide
eyed to a girl's breathy, sexy voice. As his hand reached toward the door
handle, out of the corner of his eye he saw something whirling toward
him. He turned his head and saw a flash of bronzed legs, a white sports
top, a flapping short grey skirt and white ankle socks and trainers. A
mass of long blonde hair flowed around the head of the somersaulting
girl. As his mouth opened to call for help or just to gape, he will never
know, becuse then the soles of Cassie''s trainers smashed into his face,
and he crashed backwards onto the carpet.
     Giving him no time to recover, the tall slim blonde jumped with both
feet onto his stomach, driving the breathe from him. With a smile of
satisfaction on her lovely face, she dropped down straddling the groaning
man's stomach. Leaning foreward, she coiled her slim left arm around his
neck, grasping his left wrist with her strong fingers. She then rolled
them over onto their left sides, trapping his right arm under her body.
and rolling his body onto her left leg. She then brought her right arm
up, clamping her hand over his mouth and chin. She tightened her arm
about his neck, and pulled the side of his head against hers. He smelt
her softly perfumed hair as it fell silkily around his face, and then
heard her softly giggle. "Now comes the fun part for me".....She slowly
started to push the man's head back, her forearm pressing tightly against
the back of his neck. He screamed with the pain that suddenly shot into
his brain, but his mouth was effectively muffled by her hand.
      He tried desperately to pull his hands free, but her strong fingers
held one easily, while her body effectively pinned the other against the
carpet. he tried to roll his body away from hers but her long bronzed
legs coiled around him, scissoring his waist and clamping him tight
against her. He was now totally trapped by the deadly schoolgirl, and as
she continued to push his head back, his body thrashed helpless in her
grasp. His voice rose in pitch until, with his head at am impossible
angle, Cassie gave a sudden sharp push and her blue eyes widened with
pleasure as she heard the sharp crack as his neck broke.
     The man held imprisoned by Portia's legs, drew in an agonised gasp
of air, as the girl slightly loosened her stranglehold. "Well?" inquired
the smiling girl cocking her head. "Alright" the man's croaking voice was
hoarse. "He...He's in room fifty, floor three." "Thank you " smiled the
young girl "That wasn't hard was it? But this is..." She raised her hips
off the floor and started to tighten her deadly hold again. "But..." the
man managed to gasp out before his airway closed. "Oh, yes", replied
Portia with nonchelance, "I lied about letting you live..no man escapes
us". She gritted her teeth and squirmed with pleasure as she felt the
man's hands pulling and pushing at her deadly legs. His agonised face
changed colour as he slowly and inexorably strangled and soon his
twitching body lay still and his hands fell away from her legs. Keeping
the hold tight for another minute, Portia then rose and going out of the
room., saw the man held by Cassie's lovely body twitch once or twice
before stilling, and the blonde girl uncoil her arms and legs from him.
Portia said "Well done". "Piece of cake" replied Cassie, before they went
back into the room to find lists of names and addresses of all the agents
in the folders on the radio operators desk. "Well, " said Portia, "We've
struck gold. Miss Bond will want these. We'll pick them up on the way
out. Now let's meet the others".....       The End