Schoolgirl Assassins. Story16. 
by ANTMAN
Home with a prisoner and a guest


Hello everyone..I hope you're enjoying my Epic tale. I'm working on a
series of S.A. drawings that I hope to have in the Artwork section by the
end of the year. I'll let you know when they are in. Until then on with
the tale....

     Back at the people-carrier hidden in the woods, Miss Bond glanced at
her watch for the umpteenth time and lit yet another cigarette. It was
seven hours since her band of young pupils had gone to attack the staff
of the spy ring at the Chateau. The girls were very competent in their
deadly abilities, of this the Headmistress was in no doubt , but still
she worried. Finally, along the track came the group of eight teens with
the Director of the spy ring, held firmly in the strong grips of Emmaline
and Ellie.
     Miss Bond breathed a big sigh of relief, as she got out of the
vehicle to greet them. "Well done girls" she smiled-" Any problems?" "No
miss" said Rosa, "Everyone else is dead. We've got the Agency files and a
prize." She nodded at the scowling man who glared at the Headmistress,
but remained silent.
     "Ah, Mr. Director" Miss Bond adressed the sullen man.."Have the
girls treated you well?" She smiled disarmingly. He stared Angrily at
her, but kept his mouth firmly closed. "Right, back to the Hotel then,"
she said breezily, and as the girls started to climb into the vehicle,
the man tried to back away, and pull free of the girls. Helen strode over
to him, looked up at him, locking his frightened eyes with her lovely
ones then slowly slid her round knee up the inside of his thigh till it
gently touched his bruised testicles. He winced and Helen smiled as his
agonised face broke out in sweat. "Now " she said sweetly, "Are you
coming quietly?". The man stumbled into the vehicle with no more
resistance. As he sat between his two "guards", and the vehicle emerged
out of the woods, he suddenly blurted out..."You'll never get away with
this" in a forced show of defiance. Miss Bond smiled and glanced over her
shoulder.."We'll do better than that", she said, "You're coming back to
England with us". " Ha ! " The m,an snorted, "I've no passport" and he
glared in triumph at the pretty Ash blonde head before him. "Oh, you
won't need one." said the Headmistress."We're going back first class..on
a Custom's helicopter". The man felt a shiver of fear run down his spine,
and fell silent.
     As the vehicle sped through the gathering gloom, towards Amsterdam,
the man glanced furtively round at the group of girls. In the dim light
they looked young, pretty and so sweet, but he knew they were deadly
killers and he had to get away. He tried to free his arms tied behind his
back. but the soft silkiness of Charlotte's bra tightened with each small
pull of his hands as he squirmed. "Stop jiffling about, or I'll put you
out!"..Ellie raised her small hands towards his throat, and he became
still.
     As they reached the outskirts of Amsterdam,  the man suddenly
started to scream.."Help...Help...Murder". Emmaline quickly grasped his
head and pulled him quickly onto his side with his face into her lap. She
then crossed her leg over the back of his neck forcing his throat onto
her other thigh. His screams were cut off as the girl tightened her leg
on his neck and his choking cry was muffled into her soft grey skirt.The
girl glanced at Ellie, with a smile. "That'll keep him quiet" said the
lovely blonde. The Director gasped in Emmaline's silky grip as they rode
on.
     When they reached their Hotel,and the rest of the girls followed the
Headmistress into the lobby, Emmaline took the Director in a side
headlock, clamping hid head tight against her full breast, and sliding
her soft palmed hand over his mouth, she began to march him towards the
fire- exit. Ellie went with them, grasping the man's hands.
     Just before they reached the door, the Director made one last bid
for freedom. He kicked out catching ellie on her shin and making her
loose her grip on him. He then tried to jerk his head free of Emmaline's
headlock, but the tall redhead dropped onto her knees,pulling his body
over her to crash heavily onto the path, where the girl tightened her
headlock. Ellie stopped rubbing her shin ruefully as she saw the man
writhing under her friend, strode over and forcerfully kicked him hard in
his groin. His body arched up in agony and his scream of agony was
muffled by the strong hand tightly clamped over his mouth. "That'll teach
you" muttered Ellie, her lovely face very hard. Emmaline whispered to the
man who moaned in pain.."Now will you behave!"  A muffled grunt and a
nod, allowed him to be hauled to his feet, and in agony he was hauled up
the stairs and finally into Miss Bond's suite. The girl tossed him over
her hip contemptuously and he landed on the carpet, where he lay still
and groaning softly.
     The Headmistress appeared out of the kitchen with a tray bearing
mugs of steaming coffee. The captive didn't get one...he didn't complain.
"I'm expecting a visitor girls" said miss Bond, "A girl who is an
exchange student..I expect you to treat her well..one of you will take
her place"....She broke off as a rap was heard at the door. The man
desperately opened his mouth to cry out, but he didn't shout before Rosa,
who had been watching him leapt onto his stomach with her knees, driving
the gathered breath out of him before jumping foreward and catching his
head between her strong thighs, clamped them tight, while pressing her
full weight on her hands on his mouth. She held him tightl as the door
opened, and Miss Bond led in a small girl. Rosa rose from the man as The
Headmistress closed the door, and returned to her chair. "You bitch"
hissed the man to her retreating back. Luckily for him, she didn't hear
him.
     "Girls" announced the Headmistress putting her hand on the young
girls shoulder: "This is Yulia Kasinova" . The girl shyly smiled round at
the puzzled faces. they were looking at a girl who looked about twelve
years old. Her shoulder length black hair was tied into a ponytail, and
from a small lovely face with a cute nose smouldering black eyes
reguarded them. She was dressed in a jumper, jeans trainers and a coat,
which she then removed. Not only was she short but she had no budding
breasts. which added to her youthful appearance.
     "Yulia comes to us to learn our work and to gain instruction. The
Russian government contacted ours for help against the Russian mafia, and
This young lady is a member of the Moscow Gymnastics team". The girls
broke out in a series of objections.."Miss she'll get killed"..."She's
too young"....."Miss, she's too small"...The Headmistress raised her hand
to silence them, and bent down and whispered into the young Russian's
ear. The girl nodded, and proceeded to strip off her clothes. Soon she
stood only in her white gymnast's leotard, and the girls gazed open
mouthed. Her arms were sleekly muscled from years of swinging on bars,
likewise her shoulders which bulged with muscle. Her body looked hard and
flexible and her legs...from her slim hips, her thighs bulged with solid
muscle and as she turned her calves tightened into sinewy steel cables
which tapered into narrow ankles and small feet. Her little face smiled
as she said "I am Fifteen and I am strong..I am ready to learn". Close
your mouth Sylvia, dear", said the Headmistress as the blonde stared in
awe. "Golly. I bet she could do some damage with those legs, said the
young Assassin." "She's your age dear", stated Miss Bond, "Take her under
your wing". "Yes Miss", replied Sylvia with glee.
     The Director on the floor stared with fright at the powerful
nymphet, and Miss Bond chuckled as he swallowed hard.."Don't worry", she
said to the man, "I have other plans for you". The man spent the night
wide awake desperately  trying to free his hands .But the noose had been
tightened, and a couple of spare pairs of Miss Bond's tights were used to
bind his ankles and his neck was tightly attached to the radiator. A
pretty pair of panties were stuffed into his mouth  and secured by
another pair of tights as a gag. While he squirmed and writhed
frantically moaning in frustration, the girls and the headmistress slept.
In the morning, the group was picked up at a remote location by a Sea
King helicopter....eight girls, a young Russian gymnast, a Headmistress
and a very tired, distrought Director.
                                        End of story 16.