Schoolgirl Assassins. Story 14. 
by ANTMAN
Just Desserts 



     Stepping out of the lift, on the first floor of the Chateau, on
which were the canteen and kitchen for the staff, the eight teenage girls
crept silently to the door and peered through the door windows. Inside
were six guards. They had finished their meal, for plates with the
remains were on the dining table together with cups and half empty
pitchers of water, and half full glasses.
     The girls withdrew round the corner to discuss their plans. Helen
was to stay near the door, in case any man managed to escape the girl's
deadly intentions. Helen, the tall lithe girl with shortish dark blonde
hair, opened her grey eyes wide.."Just let them try", she whispered.
Portia spoke to the four girls, still dressed in their school gym
clothes.."Strip out of those, being dressed only in these", she gestured
to her black silk bra and bikini briefs," will give us an added advantage
to strip away their defences. They won't be able to resist us, till it's
too late". She smiled, and the four dressed schoolgirls nodded knowingly,
and stripping off their white sports tops, their short grey pleated gym
skirts and their white ankle socks and trainers, the girls once more
rounded the corner, and collected near the door.
     In the canteen, four of the men were stood in a group, talking
together; one was gazing out of the window, and another was sprawled on a
large sofa. They all turned to look at the door as it was pushed opened
to see who was entering . They stood with mouths wide opened in surprise
and eyes staring unbelievingly at the eight young shapely girls who
swayed into the room, and the men stood paralised, as the girls split up,
and glided up to their selected choices. The men swallowed hoarsely and
licked suddenly dry lips at the sight of such lovely visions . Helen
stood and leaned against the door, folding her arms under her shapely
breasts. She noticed the gun rack near her on the wall, with rifles in
it, and nodded to herself..she would guard both the door and the weapon
rack. She looked back into the room...The girls had closed with their
chosen victims, who stood as if paralised by the stunning view of the
young girls.
     Soft feminine lips closed on dry male ones, tongues teasing and
probing opposite tongues; long shapely soft arms coiled round strong
thick necks; full heaving breasts pressed into hard muscled chests;
gyrating hips rubbed against quickly hardening men's groins, and soft
moans mingled with gutteral deep gasps.
     On the sofa, two girls had sat down next to the guard, pulling him
down with them, as he tried to rise. They had turned towards him, and
pinning an arm each under their bodies, they coiled a shapely leg around
each of his, and using their hands were turning his shocked face to each
of them in turn, planting soft sensuous kisses on his lips, as he
squirmed.
     As the men succumed to the young girl's charms, and their reeling
brains and shaking bodies were totally disorientated, the girls suddenly
changed their tactics. At a given nod from Persia, the girls attacked.
     Necks were chopped by the hard edges of schoolgirls' soft hands;
balls were crushed by hard smooth knees; breath was driven out by
stiffened finger jabs under the ribs; and shapely bronzed legs swept
men's legs from under them. By the door, Helen smiled and chuckled as the
girls dropped upon their victims, and before they could recover, the
young teens applied their deadly killer locks on the unfortunate men. On
the sofa, the man had slipped down under the relentless pressure of the
seductive girls and was now lying on his back, being kissed by one of his
young tormentors while the other rubbed his hardened penis, while he
writhed helplessly beneath them.
     Helen watched with a grim smile as the girls coiled their shapely
tanned bodies around their opponents mercilessly, and the men's groans
and gasps filled the air mingled with the soft grunts and moans of the
young girls as they applied pressure and felt the pleasure of the moment.
     Sylvia, the strongly built seventeen year blue eyed blonde, had
pulled the back of her victim''s haed against her crotch, and had folded
her powerful legs around his neck, in her favourite figure four
scissors...his windpipe was already closed.
     Rosa, eighteen and of Spanish parentage, had straddled her guard,
and grapevining his legs with her tanned ones, had his face smothered in
her ample breasts.
     Cassie, the tall slender seventeen year old blonde, had her man down
on his face. She was lying on his back, long legs spread wide for balance
and her arms locked round his cneck in a stranglehold.
     Persia, the Middle Eastern girl whose dark eyes and hair drew
admiring glances everywhere she went, had her victim in a side headlock
on the floor, one of his arms scissored uselessly between her brown
thighs, and her freehand and ample breast were smothering him.
     Emmaline, a statuesque six foot redhead. and Ellie seventeen and
stunningly beautiful withlong blonde hair, were the girls on the sofa
with the seduced man. Emmaline had now moved up to pin the man's
shoulders with her knees and looking smilingly down on him, had closed
her long strong fingers round his throat. Ellie now straddling his
stomach continued to slowly stroke his groin, keeping him erect and
shuddering.
     Charlotte, tall and grey eyed with long dark brown hair had tried to
take her guard in her favourite sleeper/strangle hold, but the man had
managed to get an arm up between her forearm and his throat, before she
locked the hold. The man was strong, and before she could coil her long
legs around him, he forced her arm off his neck, and jabbing an elbow
into her stomach, momentarily winded her enough to roll off her and
staggered towards the door.
     Helen, seeing the man lurching towards her, smiled at him and shook
her pretty head at his panic stricken eyes. For a split second his mind
was torn between escape and revenge..and the gun case. That was his
undoing. As he poised Helen strode up and her knee sickenly crunched into
his groin. he doubled up in agony and the slim schoolgirl calmly took his
ears in her fingers, and whispered "You're not going anywhere". She
raised her smooth knee sharply once more, straight under his chin, and
the dazed and pain wracked man tottered backwards...straight into the
waiting arms of Charlotte, who closed her sleeper hold around his neck,
and with a despairing "No" from the man, she pulled him to the floor with
her, and scissored her long legs around his waist, locking his body to
hers.
     Helen leant backl against the wall and sighed contentedly...she had
seen some action. Suddenly, the door opened, and a man dressed as a cook
entered, with an empty tray. he strode two steps into the room, and then
stopped and stared in shock at the sight of the men on the floor being
overwhelmed by young girls, dressed only in their underwear, their young
strong tanned bodies holding the writhing thrashing men helpless in their
deadly holds. As he stood amazed, the tray dropped from his nerveless
fingers, and then Helen was behind him.
     The edges of her little hands suddenly struck down hard on the sides
of his neck, and in a flash of light in his brain, his knees buckled and
he sank to his knees with a groan. Helen's fingers suddenly coiled round
his neck and she sank her thumbs into the carteroid nerves under his
ears. She growled in pleasure deep in her throat, as she pushed hard on
the pressure points. The man gasped in agony and a wave of weakness
flooded over him as the blood to his brain stopped. Another wave of
weakness and his fingers desperately, but weakly tried to force her
wrists off him. With an agonised groan, he was pulled down by the lithe
girl till the back of his head rested on her smooth kneeling thighs. She
adjusted her grip, so her thumbs were still bearing down on the pressure
points , and the mans agonised eyes were staring up into her upside down
lovely face, as she chuckled "Goodbye" His groan of agony subsided as her
deadly grip finised his life.
     Helen looked up from her prey, to the other death struggles in the
room.....Sylvia's victim, was in the last stages of his desperate
struggle with the young girl's legs. His eyes bulged and his tongue
protruded as her shapely calf  strangled him, till with a final spasm,
Helen heard his death rattle and saw the shudder of the young girl as her
orgasm subsided.....Rosa had her man securly pinned under her strong
body. Her legs had held his totally locked in her grapevine and her
shapely arms, coiled round his neck had pulled his face into the
smothering charms of her full breasts. She had listened to his desperate
screams subside into sobs, felt with relish his heaving body weaken under
her , and moaned in pleasure at his desperate clawings of her beautiful
body with his desperate hands..now he lay still.....Cassie's man had
struggled to his knees. but hed been pinned their by the weight of the
girl on his back, as her stranglehold took effect. Then as he weakened,
her small feet pushed his knees back and with astrangled choke he
collapsed onto his stomach. The nubile girl tightened her slim arms and
concluded her strangulation of the man. Persia, her lovely long black
locks falling over his face, had used her lovely soft hand and full
breast bursting out of her satin bra to smother her man, and his body had
soon succomed to the girls beautiful body.....Charlotte's victim had put
up a desperate struggle, but he couldnt loose her strong legs and as her
sleeper took effect and he weakened, the girl had shifted her grip
slightly to a stranglehold and soon finished him. The man on the sofa had
been overwhelmed by the strong fingers of Emmaline clamped round his
throat, and with Ellie keeping his body in a state of high sexual
tension, his twitching body could not resist the strong redhead. As he
died she looked up and said.."The men had their meal, and have had their
just desserts"...The deadly teenagers all laughed.
                                              THE END