To Russia With Love. Story 4. 
by ANTMAN


     The Mafia boss slammed his fist down on his desk. Nightly, now, his
men would die. Another four had been found this morning.....one had
drowned in his swimming pool, one had a heart attack in bed, and two
others had been found in a whorehouse..having apparently been
strangled...tell tale finger bruising was on their throats...but despite
much questioning of the house's owner,,and the girls..no culprits had
been found.
     "I know who it is" he growled.."It's that damn Madam Olga and her
gymnastic girls..We must have her in and "talk"to her..." He smiled
cruelly. "Igor, you shall have the job of bringing her in...when you've
been to Kiev this weekend to collect our new assignment of counterfeit
money. Now get out...and be careful. Those damn girls are very
deadly..and they don't like us ". His lieutenants stood up and filed out
of the room.
     Igor returned to his house and packing quickly, left for Kiev,
telling his maid that he would return on Monday. The girl, Natasha was an
orphan. He had picked her out of an orphanage when she was eleven. She
was now fifteen, and had bloomed into a lovely young lady, with long
heavy dark hair and a heavy fringe over large , dark lustrous eyes. A
cute button nose in a pixie face completed her look.
     She ought to have been happy, being picked out of a cold, heartless
orphanage and being now exposed to good food and nice clothes, she had an
easy time of cooking and cleaning for the Mafia man. But every night the
man would crawl into her bed and his letching fingers would creep and
crawl over her young body and he would violate her. Her only release from
this nightly torment was when he went on his travels.
     Her pleasures when he was away, included a visit to the Moscow
McDonalds, and it was here that two of Madam Olga's girls were having
lunch. Sasha and Ulyana noticed the pretty girl sitting alone and looking
miserable, and went over to talk to her...in a rush her unhappy story
came out in a rush under the friendly persuading of the two girls. They
took her along with them to see Madam Olga.
     All the weekend, the girl practiced with the gymnastic girls and she
went to bed on the Monday night early...whispering to herself.."No more,
no more, no more".....
     Igor let himself into his house, and leaving the two heavy suitcases
of counterfeit money in the hall, went to Natasha's room. He took off his
coat and jacket and opening the door whispered hoasely "Natasha...I'm
back". he went over to the bed, where the girl feigned sleep, and drew
back the quilt. He looked down at her slim form, dressed in a old style
cream coloured baggy peasant shirt, that left her long, slim brown legs
bare, Her mass of hair lay otusled over her face. As his shaking hand
reached greedily down to her, the girl's big dark eyes suddenly flashed
open.
     Her leg kicked out hard and her aim was good. The big man doubled
over as her small sole crunched into his groin. His breath was forced out
of him in a rush as a second kick took him in the sturnum and as he
staggered back, the girl leapt out of bed, her eyes flashing darkly and
dangerously. As the man looked up in surprise and pain, he
gasped.."Natasha, wha."...he never finished as the girl's long brown leg
swung again. this time a roundhouse kick connected with his jaw. His
brain exploded in a flash of stars and flailing backwards, he staggered
into the bathroom where, his heels catching the edge of the sunken bath,
he fell backwards, cracking the back of his head on the tiled wall and
sliding down semi concious into the bath, lying on his back.
     As he lay there softly moaning, Natasha entered the room and
stepping daintily into the bath looked down at him, her lovely face a
mask of hate. "Still alive then Pig? Good. Not for much longer" she
muttered. "No more, no more".
     She moved so that her feet were on either side of his head. Then
crossing her slim ankles, crossed her feet round his neck and stood with
his neck trapped between her feet and crossed ankles, then leaning for
support on the tiled wall. turned on the taps.
     The water rushing into the bath, and splashing on the back of the
man's head, somewhat revived him, and his eyes opened to look up the
girls long legs , past her peasant blouse, with her pert breasts jutting
out, to her lovely head framed by her mass of dark hair. Her dark eyes
seemed to be focused somewhere else as she muttered softly"no more, no
more". As the water reached his ears, the man tried to sit up but found
his head held down by her crossed calves.
     As he realised the situation he gasped desperately "Let me up,
stupid girl, or it'll be worse for you". His hands grasped her smooth
calves, which now wet were slippery and her ankles tightenedround his
neck.
     The water was now over his head and only his face was out of it. He
now tried to part her calves,but her lithe muscles were young and strong,
and the mans hands kept slipping off her wet skin. He tried to arch his
body up, but his shoes kept slipping on the wet tiles and every time, his
body would splash back into the water.
     As the water reached the bottom of his mouth, the man panicked, and
began pleading.."Natasha,,dont do this..please. I'll give you
anything..." he sobbed. The girls eyes refocused onto his desperate
struggles against her legs and she whispered softly.."no more". The water
started to trickle into his mouth and the man pounded his fists against
the girl's knees, which was all he could reach up those long legs.
Natasha merely gritted her teeth and kept the neck lock tight. The man
spluttered water out of his mouth and clamped his lips together tight, as
the water covered them and his eyes, only his nose now remained in the
air, as the water bubbled higher and higher.
     "M-mmmm" he moaned through his tightly closed mouth as he wrapped
his hands round the girl's calves and tried to unbalance her. Natasha
spread her hands wide on the tiles and easily kept her balance, as the
water finally covered the man's nose. The girl turned off the taps, and
the rush of water ceased. The man became frantic, desperate, in his
struggles. His legs flailed uselessly against the slippery tiles, his
hands clawed and slipped off the girls legs, his body squirmed in the
water, his lungs screamed at him to draw breath, and all the while the
slim girl's crossed ankles and calves held the man's head helplessly
under the water.
     A couple of minutes passed, and the girl looked down and smiled at
the man's feeble attempts to escape her deadly grip..."no more" she
hissed. The bubbles started to come up then, as the man lost his fight
against the will of his lungs to inhale. His body arched desperately and
his clawing fingers slid uselessly down Natasha's calves for the last
time, and a great belch of bubbles emptied his tortured lungs, and he
inhaled deeply.....
     The girl smiled and as the man's twitching body finally stilled,
with wide staring eyes sightlessly shimmering under the water, kept her
crossed ankles tightly together for another minute, till she was sure it
was over. It was then she uncrossed her ankles and felt the pain from the
deep scratches in her calves caused by the man's desperate fight for
life. She stepped out of the bath and dried her feet and legs..before
exiting the bathroom to ring Madam Olga. She had promised to look after
the girl. As she dialled the number, for the final time, Natasha
whispered...."No More".
                                    End of story 4.