To Russia With Love. Story 9. 
by ANTMAN


     Madam Olga took the five girls back to her flat, leaving the dead
men where they had fallen. At her flat, five other girls waited. They had
come there straight from school, and were dressed in their uniforms of
short red plaid skirts and white blouses...they were all fourteen years
old, and between them, they had hatched a plan to take out a Mafia man.
They had pleaded and begged their gymnastics coach till Madam Olga
relented when they showed how they would dispose of the man..tickle him
to death! They agreed to take a couple of older girls with them as back
up, when the group returned.
     In the early hours of the next morning, the Russian Mafia boss rang
the Warehouse repeatedly, trying to contact his men. As dawn broke, his
patience broke, and he rang his second in command. "I cannot contact the
Warehouse," he stated, "And I am Worried. Those damn girls are capable of
anything. Go out and see what's happening. If Madam Olga hasn't called,
then kill the girl...". He hung up, and lighting a Cuban cigar, puffed
hastily at it while he paced his plush carpet of his lounge.
     Unknown to him, the Russian government had tapped his phone, and
Madam Olga heard his command. Quickly rounding up the girls, they quickly
drove out to the Warehouse to await the Second in Command.
     The man arrived shortly after in his black Mercedes, and parking
near the warehouse, got out of his car. He glanced round and spotting a
mound in the grass, moved towards it. He stopped aghast, as he realised
it was one of the gunmen of the Organisation, lying face down. On
stooping down to him, he stared in horror at the wide staring eyes,
purple face and protruding tongue of the dead guard.He called
.."Ivor....Nickoli"....before relapsing into silence as he glimpsed
another body. Frantically he made a tour round the Warehouse, and
discovered the other bodies of the men. "The girl"....he hissed..and made
his way through the main door of the building.
       As he disappeared into the building, seven pairs of eyes watched
him excitedly. The two older girls...one of them eighteen year old Anna,
who was the men's hostage, nodded to the younger girls. "Go to it
girls...we'll stay here if you can deal with him" said seventeen year old
Elana. The young girls giggled and rose up from their hiding place, their
lond hair uniformly tied back in pony tails, and ran foreward.
     In the warehouse, the man had his hand on the Office door, and with
heart pounding, he flung it open. The pipe which had held the girl secure
was empty, and the gaffer tape lay in a crumpled ball on the floor. The
two men in the room were lifeless, and the man let out a curse, and
reached for the telephone.
     Girlish giggles and shrieks stopped his hand in mid air. He swore,
and puzzled went to the door. Outside a group of young girls in school
uniforms were struggling and writhing on the grass. For a second he was
worried they would see the dead men, but they were away from the bodies.
They seemed to be tickling one of their group, who lay squirming under
the lithe bodies of her friends. The man strode foreward angrily..."Go
away...This is Private Property...What are you doing here?". The girls
all stopped and five pretty faces with wide eyes in a variety of colours
turned to him. One of them, a tallish blonde with cornflower blue eyes
stood up, pushing her short skirt down over surprisingly shapely tanned
thighs. She batted her eyelids and blushed prettily..."Sorry, sir", she
whispered in a soft voice"We are on our way to school..this is our short
cut". The other girls rose up and pushed dishevelled hair back over their
shoulders and straightened blouses over their budding bodies. A short
girl with dark brown hair in a fringe over enormous brown eyes lisped-"We
need a new victim...and it's YOU". as she spoke she had moved to him and
locked his eyes with hers, then she pushed hard with her hands on his
chest.
      The man totally unprepared staggered back with a "Whaaa?" His
backward momentum was stopped by a girl who nimbly rounded him and
dropped ton her knees behind him as he was pushed. He fell backwards over
her and landed heavily on the grass, knocking the breath from him. He was
a biggish  man and well out of condition, so that when the tall blonde
girl leapt on him, landing on his chest, he was totally winded. The girl
smioled down at him and grabbed his wildly flailing wrists."Get ooooff"
he gasped. Then the other girls leapt on him before he could recover. 
Two each grasped his arms out of the blonde girl's grasp and thrusting
them under their shapely little rumps, straddled the man's biceps, as his
lower arms waved helplessly behind their plaid covered rears, his hands
clawing uselessly at their white bloused backs. They both clamped hard
thighs and knees on his upper arms totally immobilising them. The man was
now angry.."Get off you bitches" he swore. The tall blonde smiled down on
him, and calmly shook her head. She bounced on his stomach, forcing him
to gasp as her light weight pushed more air out of him.
     As the man desperately arched, trying to throw the blonde off, a
black haired girl with wide grey eyes giggled and dropped down, wrapping
strong legs roung his knees, and crossing her trainers scissored his
skinny legs tight together. He wheezed and squirmed, and now panic 
overtook his brain...who were these girls...surely not...His brain
screamed at him...DANGER. He heaved and writhed, but the girls holds were
tight...he couldn't believe their strength...but of course, these were
not ordinary girls...he knew now. They had fooled him..."Get Off " he
gasped"Or else....."
     The blonde said calmly as she rode his bucking body, her legs
strongly clamped to his sides..."Shut him up Ulyana". The final girl,
with brown hair and  eyes dropped to her knees straddling his head. He
tried to free his head, but the girl clamped her brown thighs tight
around it, and gathering a handful of her plaid skirt in her hand, thrust
the wad of material into his mouth, as it opened once mopre in a
curse."Mmmmph" he moaned, and tried to spit out the gag. Ulyana clamped
her finger under his chin and pulled his jaw closed on the soft cotton
material. "Remove his shoes Alex" said the tall blonde, and the girl
scissoring the man's legs pulled off his shoes. "Right...tickle time" Her
cornflower blue eyes twinkled as the tall blonde dug her little finger
tips into the man's ribs. The man. whose face was covered by Ulyana's
skirt couldn't see but he certainly felt...as his body suddenly spasmed
into a muffled scream.."He certainly is ticklish"...giggled Vera, one of
the girls on the man's arms...and she dug her fingers under his trapped
armpit.The girl pinning the opposite arm followed suit, and the soles of
his feet was attacked by the girl scissoring his legs.
      The man went frantic...his nose despeately snorted air in gulps as
his body writhed helplessly under the torture of the little girls'
fingertips. The two elder girls rose out of cover and stood watching..the
man seemed totally helpless. muffled guffaws and shriks came out of his
mouth gagged by Ulyana's soft skirt. His hands clawed desperately at the
air and the soft cotton of the girls blosed backs. His legs twitched
helplessly in the scissoring thighs that gripped his legs so tightly. His
chest heaved and bucked...The tall blonde girl almost being thrown off in
the man's desperate struggles.
     He wheezed and sobbed as wave after wave of laughs were wrenched out
of hium by the girls and suddenly he felt light headed...he wasn't
getting enough air. The combination of the blonde constantly bouncing on
his stomach, the gag and the tickling was causing partial
suffocation...he sobbed helplessly, feeling his limbs totally held
immobile by young girls' strong legs...the torturing tickling continued.
Una...the girl on his legs started to draw sharp little nails across his
soles...a fresh spasm of laughter shook his body and now he weakened
fast...His desperate struggles moved his head up out of Ulyana's legs,
the girl forced his head back down, and knelt straddling his head,
sitting on it, covering his mouth and nose with her white panties...the
man's breathing suddenly stopped, as the girl clamped her thighs tight
round his head again, immobilising it. His body heaved again as a fresh
spasm of laughter was forced out of him by the girls deadly fingers, and
now he couldn't  breath in any more...A pain started in his chest, the
blonde bounced on his stomach again, his last breath escaped him....the
soft skirt and the girl's crotch totally covered his face. His hands
waved feebly in the air, as his oxygen starved brain failed him. Slowly,
his body stopped the desperate heavings and gave way to twitchings..the
tickling continued, and finally the muffled sounds silenced and the man
lay limp and still under the deadly girls. The two elder girls applauded
their efforts as the young girls arose from their prey..and they walked
back to the vehicle and their Coach...leaving their victim sprawled in
the grass, along with the other unfortunate men.
                                     End Of Story Nine