Schoolgirl Assassins. Story 15. "The Director Captured" 
by ANTMAN



     The eight scantily clad teenage girls exited the Dining room, after
disposing of the six guards inside the room. They reentered the lift, and
rode up to the top floor of the Chateau, where the Spy ring's Director
had his office. The girls cautiously entered the corridor that led to his
room, and peeping round the corner, Persia spied two guards on either
side of the double doors. Ducking her head back, she whispered her plan
to the others. Four of the girls then stood in line abreast, and walked
round the corner towards the guards. The two guards stood amazed as they
saw the four beautiful young girls dressed in black bras and briefs,
swaying seductively towards them.
     Persia and Rosa moved toward the left guard, while Emmaline and
Charlotte converged on the right one. While one girl each covered her
victim's shout of alarm with her soft sensuous lips, the other removed
his rifle out of harms way. Then, as both sets of girls took their men
down to the carpets with their seductive charms, and each man lost
complete control of the situation as their puzzled minds were changed
into lust filled shuddering, dizzy thoughts, the girls coiled strong arms
and legs round the men and held them moaning with despair,while the other
four girls glided past the struggling groups on the floor, and Ellie with
a whoop of glee turned the handles and flung the door open.
     The Director sat behind a big desk, reading files. He was a man of
fifty years old, balding and heavily built. As the door burst open, he
looked up in annoyance..."What do you want..." His voice trailed off as
his surprised eyes opened wide as he beheld four young girls, walking
into his room. "Who are you?" he gasped, fear making his voice rise. As
the girls stopped at the opposite side of the desk, he looked at the
fresh smiling faces . Cassie and Sylvia chuckled softly..and coldly, as
Helen replied.."Your Nemesis".
     For a few heart stopping they continued to stare at each other, then
with a loud, shsking voice, the director cried out "Guards...Help".
Silence decended broken by soft choking sounds and muffled male groans,
accompanied by softer female grunts outside the door. Ellie tilted her
beautiful face.."Sounds like your guards have their hands full at the
moment." The Director's face changed to a snarl, and with an oath, he
clawed open the desk drawer, in which nestled a revolver. As his clawing
hand closed round the butt, and he withdrew it, Ellie acted with speed.
     Placing her hands ot the edge of the desk, she sprang her lithe body
up, her long bronzed legs flashing out. Her left foot kicked the gun out
of his hand, sending it spinning away, while her right foot thudded hard
into his chest, forcing a gasp out of him as he and the chair went over
backwards.
     As he desperately scrambled upright, the girls came round the desk
and as he looked up, he found Helen's beautiful blue eyes gazing coldly
into his. Suddenly an agonised pain screamed into his brain. as the
blonde drove her knee with deadly aim into his groin. As he doubled up,
retching in agony, the lovely girl repeated her attack and the man with a
scream of pain dropped to his knees, his hands covering his agonised
balls, and tears coursing out of his blurred eyes. "Gets them every time"
said the young girl with contempt, and stood back watching the man wretch
and groan in pain. Sylvia and Cassie were now behind the man, and Sylvia
said with relish"Let me get these round his neck"..she ran her hands down
her strong shapely thighs...Cassie put a restraining hand on her arm.."No
" she said ."You might forget yourself, Miss Bond wants him alive..let me
do him". The Director was slowly coming out of the first agonies of
Helen's attack, and he raised his hands off the floor to try to grab
Helen who stood mockingly smiling down at him under her fringe of dark
blonde hair. It was then that Cassie dropped to her knees behind him.
     The lovely lithe seventeen year old coiled her left arm around the
man's neck, and grasping her upper right arm. bent that arm, spreading
her right hand against the back of his head. The man gasped as she
tightened her sleeper hold. He tried to resist her pull but the girl was
young and strong and the man middle aged and weak. She pulled his head
back against her breasts and he felt the warm soft flesh yield beneath
the back of his head. Normally he would have relished the embrace of a
lovely young girl, but he knew these were teenage assassins - very young,
very strong, very deadly. His hands went up to pull in vain at her slim
arms locked tightly round his fat neck, but his groin was in agony.
Helen's attack had weakened him. He heard the other girls giggle and
looked in vain for any sign of mercy in their faces. The girls were
looking at the man writhing helplessly in Cassie's sleeper hold. They
knew he only had about five minutes before the youing girl rendered him
unconscious and stood at ease around him, hands on shapely hips, cold
smiles on their lovely faces. Desperately he heaved his body up. trying
to roll himself away from his young tormenter, but Cassie wrapped her
long strong legs round his waist, and locked her ankles, pulling him down
onto the ground on top of her, and locking his squirming body tight
against her slim one. As he gasped and weakened in her deadly embrace, he
saw a vision...four other lovely young girls came in through the door,
and stood watching the spectacle.
     His strength had nearly gone. He pushed weakly at the girl's strong
thighs clamped round his middle. His breathing was becoming shallower as
her arms allowed no blood to his brain and his senses clouded over. "Got
him," breathed Cassie..."Go to sleep old man". The man feebly clawed once
more and groaned in despair as blackness clouded over him and he lost the
fight to remain conscious.
     As he came to himself,with a blinding headache, he was lying on his
side on the floor. Groggily, he raised his head, and saw the eight girls,
now clothed in their Gym clothes which they had retrieved from the
Chateau and it's grounds. Rosa had in her hands the files from the radio
room and the Director's office. The man tried to move his hands to
rise..if he could reach his gun still lying on the opposite side of the
room..but couldn't move his hands..they seemed to be held in a noose of
soft material. As he struggled to free his hands, he gasped and the girls
turned to him. "Ah " said Persia "You've rejoined us..how kind of you".
They moved to him, and he noticed one of the girls with long brown hair
and grey eyes under her fringe, was wearing no bra under her white sports
top. "Yes", said Charlotte with a giggle, as she noticed him staring at
her erect nipples" Bras have many uses..tying you up being one of them".
     Sylvia bent and pulled the still dazed man up by his head . As he
staggered up, all fight out of him, she grasped him by one arm, and Ellie
took the other. They prepared to leave the room. He gasped "No", as the
girls pulled at his arms. Helen suddenly strode in front of him, and
looking him hard in his frightened eyes said menacingly.."Any trouble and
you'll get more of this". She raised her knee, and stroked her strong
thigh under her short grey pleated gym skirt. The man swallowed hard, his
balls still throbbed painfully. He said no more and allowed himself to be
led out of his office, out of the Chateau and it's grounds and into the
woods in the company of the eight young schoolgirls.
                            THE END