Schoolgirl Assassins. Story18. 
by ANTMAN
Death Of The Director


     The Director of the enemy spy ring sat huddled and shivering in his
boxer shorts in the dark cellar of the school. It had been many hours
since his tormenting schoolgirls had locked him in the room, and he had
no idea of the time. He was starving hungry, weak, shivering with cold
and aching from the tortures dished out by the girls. He had spent a
sleepless night vainly trying to free himself from the bras which the
girls had used to tie his hands and feet. The garments, although light
and flimsy had proved to be too strong for him to break free of their
satin embraces. He could hear no noises and the hours ticked by.
     Suddenly a shaft of light broke the darkness, and as his eyes
adjusted to the light, he saw two pairs of long shapely, bronzed legs,
and framed by mini pleated grey skirts, as two girls descended the cellar
steps. He shivered with more than cold and with a whimper curled his body
tighter against the wall.
     Anne Marie with long brown hair parted down the middle, and cool
grey eyes was accompanied by Lisa, with dark brown shoulder length hair,
tied back and with Almond shaped brown eyes. The two fifteen year olds
smiled at the sight of the once big, strong man reduced to a mouse. The
old man moaned in fear, as the two nymphets swayed over to him, ans stood
looking down on his shaking body with hands on shapely hips.
     They each grabbed an arm each and hauled him to his feet. Though
much larger than the girls, the man sagged in their grasp. The girls
noticed the black shadows under his eyes, the sweat of fear on his
forehead, and the grey of his beard showing through his pallid skin.
"Come on, Mr. Director," said sweet voiced Anne Marie, "Miss Bond wants a
word with you". The man's voice broke in panic..."N..No  Please..Let me
alone", he sobbed. "Aw", taunted Lisa, "He wants to be left alone...no
chance. Hold him Anne". While Anne Marie held his bound wrists, Lisa
knelt and released the black bra from his trembling legs. Then releasing
his bound hands. the girls retook their holds on his arms. With his legs
weak and numb, the girls had to push and pull him up the cellar steps,
with him sobbing all the way.
     In the gymnasium, Miss Bond the Headmistress stood with another
pupil of hers, Sylvia and the Russian gymnast, Yulia, dressed in her
white leotard. They were watching three girls writhing on the mats. They
were all fifteen...Jessica, a tall well built blonde, with brown eyes,
was being held in a double scissors by Penny- a slim Indian girl, who had
her slim thighs coiled around Jessica's neck, while Kirsty, a short
Scottish black haired, blue eyed girl, had her strong legs scissored
round Jessica's rib cage.
     Yulia addressed the Headmistress.."I learn the lessons well from
Miss Sylvia..she is good teacher". As Miss Bond opened her mouth to
reply, the Gym doors opened, and Anne Marie and lisa entered with the man
between them. When he saw the struggling girls on the mats he tried to
free himself, but the girls held him tight and pulled him to Miss Bond.
      "Well ?" inquired the Headmistress of him, brushing back a lock of
Ash blonde hair. The man kept his lips tightly closed, against his better
judgement, and as the  group on the floor separated and knelt back, Miss
Bond said "Right then..Get him down girls". Behind him now, Anne Marie
and Lisa each kicked hard behind his knees. As he slumped down, Lisa
Chopped him on the back of his neck with the edge of her hand. As he
grunted in pain and slumped down onto his face, the Headmistress said
"Front scissors please Penny". The Indian girl smiled brightly and her
short skirt fluttered higher up her lithe thighs as she slipped down by
his head.
     As he dazedly raised his head, the girl tossed her black shoulder
length hair and slowly coiled her copper coloured thighs round the man's
neck. As she crossed her white socked ankles, she slowly started to
increase the pressure, the long thigh muscles rippling round him. The man
gasped at the paralising effect of the young girl's scissors, and he
gazed up into her lovely black eyes as she amusedly watched him. He felt
the smooth ripple of muscles and her hard inner thighs started to bite
deep into his arteries in the sides of his neck.He raised his hands to
her thighs, only to have them seized by Penny's strong fingers and pulled
away from her legs. Moaning, he forced himself up on his knees, only for
her to counter by raising her hips off the floor and pressing on the
small of his back with her socked feet. With a groan of despair, his
shaking knees gave way, and he collapsed onto his stomach.He felt what
little strength he had being drained by the girl's deadly hold and once
more he forced himself to his knees while the other girls laughed and
cheered at his helplessness. He looked down with anguished eyes as she
thrust herhips foreward again into her lovely smile, and as her skirt
fell back revealing  black satin briefs and a couple of inches of soft
smooth stomach, he suddenly felt a tingle in his loins. Despite his
prdicament he was being turned on!
     Kirsty suddenly giggled and laughed "Look Miss, he likes it"
pointing to his ever increasing bulge in his boxer shorts. The other
girls jouined in and the man blushed desperately, and tried to will his
erection down. He gazed at Penny piteously, but the girl smiled knowingly
and started to slowly girate her hips. He shuddered and now broken
collapsed down onto his side. Miss Bond  bent and whispered to Sylvia who
had knelt with the other girls. She nodded smilingly and passed the
message to Lisa, who giggled and removed her trainers. The man was then
subjected to pleasure and pain as Lisa gently massaged his throbbing
penis with her soft socked feet and as he was about to explode with
passion, Jessica would stop it by grasping his balls in her soft hand ,
and squeezing hard! For a full half hour the girls continued this
torture, the man totally under their control and all the while being held
helpless by Penny's legs. At last his whimperings and twitching body was
released from the torture as Miss Bond spoke..."I've had enough of this,
break some fingers Anne Marie, dear. Hold him tight girls".
     Penny tightened her scissors hold, but released his arms, one of
which was pinned under Lisa, who straddled his body, while Kisty
scissored her strong legs around his legs, immobilising them. Moaning
piteously the man writhed and squirmed under the girls who held him
easily, and then Anne Marie dropped one knee on the bicep of his free
arm, clamping it tight between her thighs. Grasping his wrist with one
hand, and his little finger with the other, she looked at the
headmistress. Miss Bond nodded and the girl turned her lovely gaze to his
pleading onesd, smiled sweetly and pulled back sharply. The man screamed
in agony and arched his body shuddering in pain as his finger broke. As
the girl took hold of his next finger, the man screamed through his
pain...."Alright," sob"I'll tell you every thing". His body and will
broke into great heaving sobs as for the next half hour, he told the
Headmistress all she needed to know.
       At the end of this, the man was on his hands and knees totally
broken and unprepared as the little Russian girl approached him from
behind and mounted his shoulders. He felt warm thighs close round him as
she grasped his chin and pulled the back of his neck into her crotch. As
she fell backwards she locked her legs around him in the classic figure
four scissor hold, and watched by her teacher, Sylvia she applied
pressure with her powerful legs and soon the broken man lay lifeless
between her deadly limbs, as her teacher smiled and nodded her
approval.          
                                  End Of Story Eighteen