Schoolgirl Assassins, Story 17. " Torture Of The Director " 
by ANTMAN


     As the Helicopter touched down in the grounds of the school, late
afternoon, the group of fifteen year old pupils in the gymnasium, rushed
to the windows to see their schoolfriends arrive back from Holland with
their Headmistress and their "special" guest. The group entered the hall
to a warm response, and while they all ate a meal, which the Director
could only watch ravenously, as he was given only bread and water, Miss
Bond introduced the girls to the Russian gymnast. They admired her strong
physique and her tanned skin contrasting with her white leotard. The
girls had been allowed to "Practice" on the man soley, the rest of the
Assassins being given the evening off.
     The girls were Hannah a tall coloured girl, with long braided black
hair, and lean long legs; Annie, a sturdy redhead with shortish hair,
green eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose; Amy, a slim girl
with long light brown hair, and blue grey eyes, and Gemma, a shapely
brown eyed blonde, with her hair in bunches. Along with Sylvia, the blue
eyed blonde, with the strong legs, the girls were dressed alike in their
Gym clothes.
     As Miss Bond stood with Sylvia and Yulia,, the other four girls
advanced towards the man. He stood nervously watching them close on him.
They looked small and cute, but their eyes gleamed with excitement, and
their lips smiled coldly at him. Surely though, he thought, he could
escape them...after all, he was a big adult male, and they just little
girls. And yet he shuddered, remembering how a group of these girls - not
much older, had wiped out his men at headquarters.
     When the girls had reached a metre from him, Miss Bonds voice
stopped them in their tracks."Mr, Director",  she said "Please be good
enough to remove your clothes. You may keep your shorts on, but strip
now, or my girls will strip you". For a couple of seconds, the man
hesitated, then noticing the steely blue eyes of the honey blonde
Headmistress, and the eager looks of the girls, he complied, and blushed
shamed as the girls giggled at his overweight white body and long boxer
shorts as he stripped, piling his clothes before him."Bring them to me
please, Gemma" said the Headmistress, and the blonde gathered them up and
trotted over to Miss Bond. "Why you take his clothes?" asked the Russian
girl, turning her big black eyes to the Head. "Well Yulia, it strips him
of a defence. He will feel more vulnerable when the girls have him at
their mercy, more likely to talk. We just need the details of the three
Agents that we haven't disposed of, to finish off this enemy Spy
ring".....It was then that the man made his move. With only three girls
before him, he would scatter them and then dash to the back door, away
from the others,. With an oath, he took a long step toward the girls, his
hands outstretched. The girls pounced, With a swirl of mini skirts around
shapely thighs the girls leapt on him with shriks of glee. Hannah ducked
under hisflailing arms to throw herself up and coil her long arms round
his neck, while Annie dived at his stomach and Amy went low, wrapping
arms and legs strongly about his moving legs. Their move unbalanced him
and when Gemma also dived in, he toppled  helplessly backwards onto the
fl;oor under the four young girls. Miss Bond turned to Sylvia, "Will you
teach Yulia your figure four scissors when this is over dear?" The blonde
reluctantly tore her eyes from the sight of the man who was desperately
trying to free himself from the pinning knees and gripping arms and legs
of the girls who held his writhing body down. "Yes Miss", she said. "Id
like Yulia to finish him off tomorrow, once we have all the information
we need.... She broke off as a loud groancame from a male voice, followed
by the delicious giggle of a young girl. They looked over, and saw
Hannah, kneeling on the ground near his head facing away from him. Her
feet were round his neck. her toes digging into nerves at the base of his
neck, while her short skirt fellround his face at the back of her. His
fingers were round her white socked ankles trying to pry them apart,
while his body arched desperately in pain as her toes dug into the
sensitive nerve ends. He felt totally weak as wave upon wave of pain
shook through his body, his gasps and cries proved the effectiveness of
the girls grip on him. His body jacknifed up once more as a fresh spasm
hit him, pulling his head out of the girl's feet."hold him Annie", said
Hannah, and the redhead jumped up where she had been kneeling with the
others, near the couple, and leapt on his stomach. His breath came out
with a loud whoosh,m and Hannah moved back and rewrapped her feet round
his head. As he gasped"No!", and his hands came up to her ankles, Annie
straddled and grasping his wrists in her hands, pushed them onto the
floor, while moving her knees foreward over his arms, pinning them. "Now
then" breathed " Hannah "Where were we!" His shuddering body told the
onlookers that the girl's toes had found their targets again.. For a full
half hour the man was tormented, his big twitching body being rode easily
by Annie, then all of a sudden the girls were off him, and he slumped
back gasping for breath, with his neck feeling paralised. Miss Bond
turned to Yulia, "See how even a young girls toes can torture a man.
Gemma please".
     With a whoop of glee, the blonde dropped down by him, her bunches
flying and her pleated grey skirt riding high up her tanned legs as he
struggled up onto his elbows. Her right leg hooked round his neck, and
with a gasp of despair it pulled his head down, the back of his neck
meeting her left inner thigh just above the knee. The girl immediately
crossed her ankles and tightened her thighs. He gurgled and choked as the
tensed strong thigh closed on his already weak throat, He raised his
hands to grip the sinewy thigh, as the supple muscles wrapped tight.
Gemma looking down on him smiled and gripping his left wrist in her small
hands, pulled and twisted the arm tightly. He cried out in pain and his
body arched. He gasped and choked as his senses swam under the pressure
of her powerful legs. "He's still breathing love, use your inner thigh
muscles, like I taught you"'. Sylvia had moved foreward and now knelt
with the other girls. Gemma nodded, and biting her bottom lip in
concentration, rolled her thighs slightly and tightened the scissors
again.  His gasping breathing stopped, as her thighs closed his windpipe.
As he grew desperate to breathe, his finges clawed at her calf, feeling
only the tensed steely muscles under the satiny skin. He reached up and
weakly pounded his fist on her mini skirted hip, faintly hearing the
giggles and mocking laughter his feeble attempts were having on the other
girls. "God."he thought, "She's too strong...she's killing me !!"
     The Russian girl stood stroking her tensed thigh muscles and thought
about the feeling she would get when her legs were wrapped round the neck
of her Country's enemies......making them pay. Her black eyes sparkled at
the sight of a small girl strangling a big man with her legs, and
shuddered inwardly with pleasure.
     Suddenly a great breath of air was drawn into the man's tortured
lungs, the deadly thighs were gone , and as his senses slowly cleared, he
heard the icy voice of th cool blonde woman.."Well Mr. Director, anything
to tell us?". Though in agony all over and in fear of what was yet to
come, he remained silent, his chest heaving in air desperately. "Right,
Amy, you're next." The slim girl advanced on him. "No, No", he gasped "No
more", as his spirit broke. "Too late" stated Miss Bond, "Take him,
child   
     The young girl smiled sweetly down on him.."It's my turn next...you
wouldn't want me to miss out, would you". The man moaned as the girl
reached down and grasped his head in her soft hands. then kneeling on one
knee, she slid her calf under his neck, she then knelt back, trapping
hius throat under the back of her thigh. His strangled groans were
stopped as she took his feebly waving right arm, and trapping the wrist
under her armpit, she pulled it back. forcing the elbow back against her
raised other knee. his scream of pain was strangled as she knelt back.,
her bronzed thigh closing his agonised throat once more. The girl tossed
her long hair out of her eyes and breathed "Got you!" as she pulled back
again on the arm, while the other girls cheered and Miss Bond smiled as
the man weakly and blindly pushed up against her white sports shirted
body above him. His flailing hand brushed against her young breasts, and
the girl rewarded him with a futher bend of his tortured arm. and more
pressure on his bruised throat with her thigh. For a further fifteen
minutes, his agony continued with alternate pressure being applied to his
arm and throat till he was finally released, a quivering wreck of a man,
totally spent and humiliated by the young girls.Miss Bond ordered him to
be locked in the cellar overnight, and as the girls pulled the distrought
man to his feet she  addressed him "Tomorrow you'll tell us all, when the
other fifteen year olds have had their turns with you", The man was
pulled  out of the hall, his protests and pleas being drowned by the
excited girls giggles and laughs as they manhandled him out of the Gym.
     As Miss Bond left shortly after, the Russian girl was writhing and
squirming on the floor, being taught the effectiveness of the figure four
scissor hold by Sylvia, who had her strong tanned legs coiled strongly
round Yulia's neck.
                            End of story 17