To Russia With Love. Story 7. 
by ANTMAN


     The man derided himself for getting in this situation, The girl's
legs tightened again...the pressure on his neck was unbelievable.
Struggling uselessly, the man felt himself getting weaker and weaker.....
     The Russian Mafia Boss sat on the edge of the bed, where Anna still
lay unconcious. He looked down at the vision of lovliness, from her long
white-blonde hair, down to her long  shapely legs . He licked his lips
nervously and slowly allowed one hand to tremblingly touch her tanned
knee. Slowly he slid his hand up her thigh, feeling the silky softness of
her leg. The girl moaned softly, and turned her head towards him. His
hand paused, and he swallowed hard. The girl's eyes stayed closed,
however, and the man's hand returned to it's slow caress of the
leg..higher and higher. The girl's blue eyes suddenly snapped opened. She
recognised the man immediately from Madam Olga's files...and smiled
encouraginly at him. The man was momentarily paralised by the look that
flashed out of her beautiful eyes, and that was all the time Anna needed.
      Seeing the situation in a moment, the girl realised it was too good
a chance to miss... the Boss alone and at her mercy...she flashed  her
long right leg up and hooking his neck behind the knee, bent the leg and
pulled the man backwards onto the bed...and into her figure four scissors
hold as her right foot hooked behind the knee of her left leg, locking
the hold behind his neck.
     The man gasped as he felt those soft thighs he had been caressing
suddenly harden as her gymnast muscles tightened. Anna sat up and
grasping her left foot with her right hand, lay back again, hauling
tightly on her foot. The legs coiled tight round the man's neck, her
right calf muscle digging hard into his throat. Her leggy noose tightened
relentlessy round him..and his eyes opened wide in panic. He had known
this beauty was deadly...but had allowed his foolish male pride to
convince himself that a mere girl couldn't harm  him..the big man of the
Mafia...now he felt his throat slowly crushed by her lovely legs. He
croaked out weakly.."Help....In here quick"...but his voice failed to
carry any strength. He tried again  but now only a strangled wheeze
escaped..."Help Meeeee....Please".
     His hands were sliding over her smooth skin, clutching and clawing,
trying to find how he could unlock this deadly lock of hers, but his
strength was fading fast, and her muscles too hard. Reaching behind his
head, he managed to grasp her arm, which was holding the grip tight, but
Anna easily tore his grip off with her other hand.
     The pressure of her steely leg muscles were relentless, and the girl
grunted softly as with a feeling of exhilaration, she saw his feeble
efforts to escape her become weaker, and she giggled softly...she had
him.
     The man's eyes were locked on the door, and his mind was screaming
through it....."In here...NOW! Oh please...Pleaseee". He sobbed
soundlessly as the girl pushed her slim hips foreward...She smiled,,,Not
long now.....His body started to convulse, his hands and feet twitching
aimlessly.
     The door suddenly burst open, and a man's voice excitedly cried out
"Boss...Boss" . The man burst into the room and stopped at the sight of
his leader twitching helplessly between the legs of the tall blonde girl
who they had cap[tured. The man leapt into action and reached the bed in
two seconds. Grasping Anna's legs. he tried to unloose them, but the girl
snarled and managed to distract him enough with her free hand to stop his
actions. Frantically, he called for help, as his leader's face went
purple under the pressure of the girl's legs. Another man rushed in, and
while the first grasped Anna's hand, the second delivered a straight
punch to the girl's chin.
     For the second time that day, Anna saw stars and collapsed back,
unconscious.. Only now were the men able to unlock her deadly hold, and
the boss collapsed wheezing and gasping as he slowly recovered. As he
came round, he looked at his rescuers..."Boss, the other girl's escaped".
"How " the boss managed to croak, ruefully massaging his aching neck.
"She killed Yuri..." answered one henchman.." Broke his back, and
strangled him".
"Damn" exclaimed the Boss. "She will get back and report our position to
Madam Olga..We will go to our hideout in the woods after dusk". "What
about her Boss?" asked the other goon, pointing to Anna. The Leader
looked unpleasantly at the girl looking so soft and innocent in sleep.
Her soft blonde hair had come out of her ponytail and lay spread over the
pillow, her blouse was ruffled, and her short red plaid skirt had ridden
high on her bronzed legs. The man shuddered as he remembered what those
shapely limbs had nearly done to him.
     "Bring her with us of course," he snapped. "One hostage is better
than none. But watch her carefully...don't be alone with her...she will
kill you".
     At dusk, the Mafia men left the building carrying with them the
struggling Anna. Her hands were bound behind her with gaffer tape, and a
strip of the same, covered her mouth. Unfortunately for them, the
building was under observation, and Ulyana spoke into a walkie talkie as
concealed, she noted the group get into a van and start off. As the van
headed out of Moscow, it was followed discreetly by a car containing the
Gymnastic's coach and four of her girls.......
                                  End Of Story 7