To Russia With Love. Story 8. 
by Antman


     Anna struggled in vain to free her hands. The tall blonde was in the
office of the warehouse at the edge of the woods on the outskirts of 
Moscow. The warehouse housed contraband stored by the organised crime
syndacate, and a message had been telephoned to the coach of the
Gymnastic team to come and collect her girl...if she wanted to spare her
life. Unknown to the men at the warehouse, Madam Olga was already
there...
     Anna's hands were taped over a water pipe that hung from the ceiling
in the room. Although she pulled and twisted her hands, the gaffer tape
round her wrists held tight. In the room, a gunman sat watching her
closely, his gun on a table before him. He was well away from the
girl..knowing how lethal she could be. His lusty eyes roved over her body
however. Her long blonde hair was loose and tousled, and her blouse had
come undone in the struggles in the Mafia van, and now hung loose. He
glimsed full breasts in a white bra as she writhed.
     The Mafia boss and his second in command were not at the warehouse.
They had gone back to their homes for a good night's sleep, leaving six
men at the warehouse, and instructions to be called when Madam Olga
arrived. The five men took up positions round the warehouse, leaving just
the one to watch Anna. The men were nervous as darkness fell and their
eyes strained in the darkness while their ears caught the sound of
nocturnal animals crawling in the grass.
     Madam Olga supervised the blackening of the four girls' faces with
make up, then allowed them to set off towards the warehouse. She had
issued them with black leotards, tights and gym slippers, so the dark
shadows moved almost unseen and unheard towards their target.
     Marina, fifteen years old, tall and slender with a mass of brown
hair pulled back in a pony tail peered keenly into the gloom with her
large brown eyes. She motioned the other girls to spread out and slowly
crept towards the big building that appeared out of the darkness.
     A man walked back and forth a few paces and nervously licked his dry
lips. His side of the building was bordered by a group of trees that
rousled in the breeze. Nothing moved as his eyes flickered to and fro. A
owl hooted...the man suddenly jumped, his heart pounding, and then
laughed softly at his foolishness...he relaxed.
    Marina's feet suddenly thudded with sickening force into his chest.
The girl had climbed a tree and swinging from a branch had gained
momentum and then launched herself unseen at the man as he relaxed. The
man, winded fell back onto the grass and as he tried to draw breath to
call out a warning felt a sharp pain...ribs were broke and he could only
draw in a tortured gasp...then she was on him. Marina straddled his chest
and sat down hard on him, her slim body driving the sharp broken rib
down...puncturing the man's lung and driving what breath he had out of
him..she moved up him and straddling his head pulled his throat into her
crotch and scissoring him before leaning down. The man was now held tight
and as he tried to turn his head, to breath, her strong thighs clamped
tight around it holding it up. Her crotch ground into his throat  and his
face was smothered into her stomach as the silky material moulded round
his face. he moaned into her soft belly as his hands clawed desperately
at her slim hips as she rode the man into suffocation.
     In the office, Anna had stopped her useless struggles and now eyed
the man at the table. With his gun was the telephone, with which the
Mafia men were awaiting the call from Madam Olga. Anna wished the man was
nearer her so she could get her long tanned legs round his neck. She
noticed him eying her with interest and sighing softly stretched her
lovely body pushing out her breasts allowing him a full view as her
shapely bosom pushed the sides of her blouse apart.....
     Outside, two men were at the main door and one said he would check
on Ivor who was watching the girl. He disappeared into the building. As
the other turned to check the ground ahead of him, he thought he heard a
rustle from round the side of the building and what sounded like a low
moan, and as he stepped towards the corner, a low whisle caused him to
stop.
     Yulia flashed her black eyes to the man as he moved towards the
corner of the building. From her position, lying among low bushes at the
front of the Warehouse, she saw the man weakening in the deadly grip of
Marina, and having to distract her target from seeing them, uttered the
soft whistle. The man's hand went to his gun under his jacket and
cautiously moved into the undergrowth, his eyes peering into the dark.
Pain suddenly shot from his groin and screamed into his brain. Yulia had
allowed him to come nearly onto her before flashing her small hard fists
up with all her strength into his balls. The man gagged and clutching his
groin in agony sank to his knees. Yulia was up in a flash and straddled
the man's shoulders, crossing her small feet and clamping her steely
inner thigh muscles into his neck. He opened his mouth to scream but only
a muffled "Mmmuh" escaped as the girl clamped her hands over his mouth.
He tried to rise off his knees but the girl's legs had closed his
arteries to his brain and with a wave of dizzyness, he was pulled
backwards by the girl onto his back, where her strong legs completed his
demise while her arms strongly crossing over his mouth kept his shouts
and moans silent as his hands slid uselessly off the silky fabric of the
leotard
     In the office, the guard had risen off his chair and stood
hesitatingly. Before him, Anna was now swaying her hips and rubbing her
legs together allowing the man a view of her shapely bronzed limbs under
her mini plaid skirt. She pouted her full lips at him and flashed her big
blue eyes provocatively. It was more than a man could stand, and Ivor was
hot for her now. He took a step towards her, his eyes glazed in lust.....
     "IVOR" The voice was commanding. The guard turned annoyed at the
interruption. The other man stood at the door. "Back off...you know how
dangerous she is". Anna slumped...Damn, she nearly had him. A couple more
steps, and her deadly legs would have been round his neck...and he would
have been helpless.
     Outside, Sasha, a fourteen year old girl, small with short auburn
hair stood behind a guard. She had crept up on him as he stood entranced
at the sight of a silhouette which swayed before him. Elana had risen out
of the long grass and had hypnotised the man as she moved her slim hips
and shapely arms in a silent belly dance. Sasha suddenly clamped her
hands on the man's neck, her strong fingers digging deep into hie nerves
on the base of his neck. As his hands came up to relieve the agonising
pressure, Elana moved up and grasped the man's wrists pulling his hands
off Sasha's slim wrists. With a groan of helplessness, the man sank to
his knees and Shasha now above him, was able to adjust her grip to a
killing grip, her hands crushing the man's skinny throat relentlessly as
Elana kept his twitching arms useless.
     As the man succumbed under Sasha's deadly grip, and sank onto his
back, the small girl, keeping the killing pressure on was able to
straddle the man's legs under  her knees and pin his weakening body,
allowing Sasha to move on. The seventeen year old saw the last man
outside and running performed a series of tumbles which saw her move
swiftly to him. The man saw a sumersaulting blur of shadows which he
couldn't make out, before the girl was on, leaping onto him, her thighs
coming round his neck as she leapt up. Her momentum took the man off
balance and his drawn gun flew out of his hand as he crashed to the
ground. Then he was free of her, and as he knelt up dazed he looked
around for her....where was she...a sudden blur and his senses
exploded...the girl chopping hard into his neck from behind with the hand
edges of her hands..with a groan he sank to the ground.
     Inside the office, The two men stood watching the girl from the safe
distance of the table. Suddenly, the door burst open and a black figure
burst in. Anna's eyes opened wide in surprise and relief as Marina leapt
behind one of the men, and grasping the telephone, wrapped the cord tight
around his neck. She rammed a knee hard into his back and pulled tight,
pulling him off balance. Ivor swore and turned to them as the strangling
man sank to his knees, his hands reaching imploringly to him as he
gargled.
     As Ivor stepped to them Yulia rushed into the room and with a strong
kick, propelled the surprised man back. the fifteen year old's kick sent
him staggering back, straight into Anna's head scissors, as the gleeful
girl clamped her hold tight, she breathed.."Got you at last".
     Yulia saw the men were helpless and said "Finish them girls, and
we'll get back to Madam Olga". Marina's victim was pulled tight against
her, the back of his head against her flat stomach as he clawed waekly at
the cord tightly round his neck.. The other girls entered the room and
watched the mens' destruction. Ivor saw the lithe girls through his
fading eyes as he pulled in vain at Anna's lovely legs. Her tanned thighs
bulged round the man's neck as his face turned purple from the terrible
pressure. The men breathed their last almost together, and the deadly
quartet left the Warehouse to return to their Coach.
                                     End of Story 8