To Russia with Love . Story 1. 
by ANTMAN
Arrival In Moscow 


     In an office, a topless young girl stood behind an office chair on
which was sat a man who writhed and wheezed. The middle aged man was
clawing desperately at a black silk bra which the girl had coiled tightly
around his neck. The pretty girl smiled as she tightened the noose and
the man kicked weakly out......
     On a beach, two girls were straddling a man in the shallows. He had
fought against them for a long time, but now weakened and tired he
squirmed helplessly under their lithe bodies as the tide came in and
swiftly covered his head.....
     In a park, a jogger was suddenly stopped in his tracks as a slim
tanned arm coiled round his neck from behind, while the other hand was
clamped over his mouth, muffling his surprised exclamation. He was pulled
back, and off balance staggered into some bushes, where two more young
girls pulled him to the ground.....
     The Schoolgirl Assassins were on another assaignment, while Miss
Bond, the Headmistress of the school, was at Heathrow Airport in London,
seeing off two of her pupils on a "Goodwill" visit to Russia. Sylvia, her
favourite, had just turned sixteen, and had turned into a beauty, with
her shapely figure, blonde hair and blue eyes, and Hayley, a tall blonde
with curly hair and grey eyes, who was nicknamed "Golden girl" because of
her beautiful tanned skin, was also sixteen and were joined by the
Russian girl, Yulia, who had made her first kill back at the school. Miss
Bond waved them off, then returned to the school for the reports on the
activities of the assassins...
     The girls were met at Moscow Airport by the coach of the Gymnastic
team..Madam Olga Rastonova, who warmly welcomed her pupil back and was
attentive to Sylvia and Hayley. "You two girls will stay with me and
please call me madam Olga" she addressed the English girls. "We will go
to my apartment where we can all eat and rest. Tonight, you can meet your
pupils, and start teaching them your killing skills - they are all keen
to learn, even the youngest". "How old is the youngest?" asked Sylvia,
knowing the early age that girls start gymnastics, The women smiled.."Oh,
no. Not six years old..that would not be practicable..no, these are all
teenagers- from thirteen to nineteen..but all with years of practice,
which have hardened their muscles, tauntened their sinews and honed their
flexibility..they will prove most adept".
     That evening, Madam Olga accompanied by the girls went to the Moscow
Gymnastics training gym, among the back streets of the city. Inside the
girls were introduced to their pupils. The girls ranged is size from
small (like yulia) to very tall, one was even six feet, but all showed ,
in their white tight leotards, not one ounce of spare fat on their
bodies. Even the youngest girl had taut muscles in her arms and long
strong thigh muscles.
They sat eagerly and listened intently as Sylvia made a little speech.
(Unlike English girls, the Russian counterparts knew foreign languages
and English was their second spoken tongue - luckily).
     Sylvia explained to them, that their legs were their strongest
assets. All Gymnasts had very strong legs and could use them to hold a
man helpless, to torture, knock unconscious or to kill - depending on the
situation. Most men couldn't resist a girl's legs when they clamped a
scissors lock on him - their arms weren't strong enough, and they would
soon weaken and be at the girl's mercy. She took three of the Russian
girls off to one side for practice, and Hayley spoke to the others. She
told of the effectiveness of their arms- also very strong from years of
swinging and climbing, in the use of sleepering out or strangling even
the strongest man. She took the other six girls to start their
practicing.
     Madam Olga, seeing the girls well occupied, went off to her Office
to telephone her counterpart in England to express her admiration of her
girls, and to offer her Government's real thanks in her help to overthrow
the "Moscow Mafia" that were ruining the city's economy. Having assured
Miss Bond that Sylvia and Hayley would be well looked after and safely
despatched home when their instructions were complete, made her way back
to the Gym.
  On reentering the Gym, the Coach stopped agahst at the sight of one of
her girls lying unconscious, next two Sylvia and the other two struggling
girls of her group. Sylvia heard Madam Olga's startled gasp and looked
round.."Don't worry Madam", she smiled, "Denya's alright..she just
wouldn't give in..she'll come round in a minute". The Coach glanced at
the tall fifteen year redhead who started to move, and then hearing a
groan glanced at the sight of her eldest girl, Anna, nineteen and tall
and slender writhing in a figure four scissors hold applied by her
youngest girl the dark eyed slim, brunette - Ulyana, whose lithe legs
were coiled round the elder girl's neck. her hand pulling back on the
ankle of the leg which locked her other leg around the big girl's neck.
"That's it Ulyana, pull slowly, tighten the grip bit by bit". The Russian
girl nodded, and biting her bottom lip in concentration pulled again.
Anna the blonde arched and gasped her hands trying to reach Ulyana's hand
, but she couldn't and the death grip continued, "Give in Anna, or you'll
end up like Denya" stated Sylvia, and the blonde gasped " A-
alright..stop". Ulyana smiled sweetly and unwrapped her lethal legs. The
Coach blew out in disbelief and sat on a chair at the edge of the gym.
She had just seen her youngest girl defeat her strongest biggest girl,
and she had also knocked out the tall Denya evidently. Sylvia lay down
and instructed ulyana to put her head between her knees and she would
show how to strangle a man with these. The now recovered Denya watched
with Anna, as Sylvia, her short pleated, grey gym skirt riding high up
her strong thighs, scissored Ulyana's neck and tightened  her scissors,
her knees biting into the russian girl's neck.
   On the other side of the Gym, Hayley was crawling between the tangled
six girls of her group, giving instructions and encouragement. One girl-
Sasha, auburn haired and grey/ green eyed was slim and was on her back.
Her arms were coiled round her opponent's neck in a classic sleeper hold.
her long shapely legs wrapped round the other's slim waist holding the
squirming body helpless.The victim- Elena, with short brown hair matching
her big brown eyes, was pulling weakly at Sasha's arms , her breathing
becoming shallow as the seventeen year old faded under the fourteen year
old's hold.  The four others were in a group, Two of the girls were
pinning their victim's arms under their bodies while another sat on the
girl's legs. The other one was sat on the victim's stomach working her
strong fingers into the girl's neck in a series of nerve holds that
caused the body under her to shudder and jerk helplessly, her loud moans
and gasps forcing giggles from the younger girl sat on her stomach .
Hayley was at this group, kneeling and pointing out pressure points on
the girls neck, shoulders and other places. "See girls", she said, "Trap
a man's hands and you can torture any information out of him with these
nerve holds..by using just your little fingers". The shuddering girl was
released from her torture and positions reversed as Hayley went to
supervise the sleeping holds session.
    Madam Olga smiled her approval. The English girls were here for a
whole week. By the end of which her girls woul;d be more than ready to
take on the Moscow mafia and break the stranglehold they had on the
commerce of that city,  by her girls applying strangleholds of their
own.,
                              End of story 1