To Russia With Love. Story 6. 
by ANTMAN


     The Mafia man stared at the two men before him in his office, he was
not a happy man. That morning, his Lieutenant and his two gunmen had been
found floating in the lake . All the men had been killed by those who
they had been sent to "collect", this he was sure of, and his mind
thought of the unspeakable tortures he would inflict on madam Olga, and
her young deadly assassins. "If we can't get her at her lair, then we
will entice her into our lair with an offer she can't refuse. You two
will kidnap two of her girls and bring them here. We will tell Madam she
will come to us if she wants the girls' to live. Take the girls one at a
time...remember, they are very dangerous...be careful". "O.k. boss"
grunted one of the men, and they left the office.
     Yulia was late for the practice session at the Moscow gymnasium, and
left her parents flat in a hurry. Underneath her coat, she wore her white
leotard and she had her gymnasts slippers on. On stepping out of the
tram, she turned the corner into the quiet alleyway that led to the Gym.
She didn't see the two large men following her. Suddenly she felt a soft
pad slip over her mouth and a strong arm clamp round her neck. As she let
out a muffled squeal, she noticed a sweet sickly odour as she breathed
deep. She raised her hands and immediately felt them held by a large pair
of hands that gripped her wrists. She squirmed and kicked out, but her
soft shoes did not hurt the man's shins as he stood close to her,
allowing her no power to her kicks. She took another deep breath and went
dizzy..the chloroform was doing it's job. Desperately the fifteen year
old girl writhed and fought, but she was fadind fast and soon she lay
limp in the man's strong arms. The men carried their victim to their car
at the end of the alley, and soon, she was laid on a bed in a room of the
Russian Mafia's headquarters, her coat removed, and a large guard sitting
at the side of her.
     Anna, nineteen, and tall blonde and slender drew many admiring
glances as she left the market. She was dressed in her white blouse and
pleated red plaid skirt. Her long hair was pulled back in a pony tail,
and she walked towards the tram stop. A man suddenly appeared in front of
her and politely asked her for directions. He held a map in his hands,
and as Anna bent over it, helpfully, she suddenly felt a blinding flash
of light, and she whirled into darkness, as the cosh, wielded by the
second man, crashed onto the base of her skull. Likewise, Anna arrived at
the Mafia H,Q,. and was placed in another room, where the Mafia boss
himself kept the girl under watch. Allowing his lusty eyes to roam over
the sleeping girl's body, with it's rounded breasts and long shapely bare
legs under her mini skirt.
     Yulia groaned softly and moved her body on the bed. Immediately, the
guard looked at her, seeing her soft elfish face framed by her black
hair. His small piggy eyes noticed hoe pretty she was. The girl slowly
stretched, her arms raising above her head, her back arched and her legs
tensed. He saw her small breasts press against the satin tight material
of the leotard, and her tanned legs rippled with muscles as they
stretched. How could such a small pretty thing like her kill men, he idly
thought, and then she spoke. Softly and pleadingly she asked for a glass
of water. Her cat shaped black eyes opened and locked onto his...he
hesitated..."Please" she whispered and gave him a look which broke his
resove. It surely couldn't hurt...he could always lock the door after
him. The man nodded and clumsily rose, he turned his back to the bed.
     Yulia sprang into action. She uncoiled her strong legs and sprang up
on the bed. Two long strides and she bounced off the springy mattress and
landed on the man's back . He staggered slightly as her light weight
fellon him then her arm wrapped round his neck, joining the other to
complete a sleeper stranglehold on the man,s bullneck. He grunted with
surprise and pain as her slim arm with it's strong hard musles suddenly
tightened as the girl viciously locked tight. the arm crushed his voice
box and the supple muscles of her upper arms coiled tight against his
carteroid arteries.
      The man swayed under the sudden assault and thought of calling for
help, but imagined the mocking voices of the others that he couldn't cope
with a little girl, and tried to throw her off. He swung violently left
and right, and Yulia like a pendulum swayed to and fro, but kept her grip
on his neck tight. As he stopped with a sudden dizzy spell, the girl
wrapped her legs round his large stomach. He was so large that Yulia had
trouble locking up, but her ankles finally crossed, and she tightened her
legs, anchoring her sucurely to his broad back. Another wave of dizzyness
passed through the man's brain...her sleeper was having an effect, and he
gasped and reaching up, tried to pry her arms apart. His desperate
fingers clawed at the girl's smooth satin covered arms and shoulders
feeling the hard muscles which resisted his every effort to unlock her
deadly hold. He heard her little chuckle as she realised he couldn't free
himself
     Desperation caused him to swallow his pride. he opened his voice to
call for help to get this little she cat off him, but all that escaped
his damaged voice box was a strangled croak, he gasped as another wave of
dizzyness swept over him. Suiddenly he felt surprisingly weak. His great
strength was being sapped by a little girl. He pushed in vain at her
thighs, his hands slipping uselessly off her smooth hard thighs.
     His blurring vision saw the door ahead of him. If he could only
reach it, he could get help. He staggered like a man drunk towards it.
His brain was now being starved of blood and he fought despaingly to
reach the door and relief from this hellcat who held him in her grips of
steel, slowly destroying him.
      Finally he swayed foreward enough to reach out his groping hand to
the handle. Waves of weakness and flashing lights going through his head.
Groaning and gasping he grasped the handle. Yulia whispered.."No you
Don't!" Her legs suddenly unwrapped from his middle and she kicked out.
Her feet struck the door frames and hid body was propelled backwards by
the strength in her suddenly straightening legs.
    Her arms tightened again and with a groan of despair he saw the door
suddenly recede as he staggered back and then his legs gave out. The girl
noticed, and pulled back hard with her arms, kicking the backs of his
knees at the same time. He tried to keep his balance, but he was too weak
and the girl pulled him helplessly back.
     As Yulia's back hit the carpet, she brought her knees up breaking
the man's fall, and his spine as the small of his back crashed heavily
onto them. She kept her knees up, bowing the man's body, and spread her
feet flat on the floor, supporting his weight easily with her strong
legs. As his body shook and whimpering sounds came hoarsely from his
crushed throat, his arms fell paralised onto the carpet...there would be
no resistance now. The young girl breathed softly into his ear..."Time to
die" and calmly readjusted her sleeper hold to a stranglehold, and
tightened ...the man's rasping beath suddenly silenced.
     For a few minutes, Yulia gritted her teeth and poured all her young
strength into destroying the twitching helpless body above her. Finally,
she released her victim and rolled from under the lifeless form. She
pulled on her coat which lay on the bed, slid open the window, and
climbed down the drainpipe to the safety of the outside street...where
she made her escape.
                                     END OF STORY SIX.