Return Of The Schoolgirl Assassins. Part 6. 
By ANTMAN


     Dusk was settling, when Sylvia reached the corner of the guard hut
at the main entrance of the Army camp. She stopped and listened intently,
parting her shoulder length blonde hair and staring intently with her
startlingly blue eyes. Round the corner, came a soft yellow glow in the
gloom...lanterns had evidently been lit. "Good" she thought, and shivered
in anticipation, she liked to see her handiwork in action, and see the
man's face as she overcame him. Her fingers traced up her long bronzed
thighs and she felt her insides churn as she lightly touched her crotch.
She heard a soft heavy breathing, and , peeping round the corner of the
hut, saw a guard. An old man, dressed in fatigues. His rifle propped on
the arm of his camp chair, where he dozed, his head on his chest. Sylvia
calmly watched him, then glanced round, as she slipped the pretty strap
shoes off her white socked feet. Her gaze resettled on him when she saw
the coast was clear, and she smiled. "Well", she mused, "Asleep on
duty..tut tut. I'll make sure he'll never wake up".Silently, she tiptoed
towards him.
     CRACK ! The twig broke beneath her foot loud enough to wake the man
who, with a startled "Whaa..." grasped for his rifle. As his eyes
focused, however, his grip loosened on the weapon, and it fell back
against the arm of the chair. A beautiful blonde girl stood smiling at
him. His wrinkled face broke into a crooked leer.."Hello Pretty. You're
one of those concert party girls, aren't you". The girl nodded her pretty
head and said in a soft sultry voice, "Yes, and I want to know about you.
How many men have you killed ?" The man, taken aback by such a question
from such a young girl, shook his head.."Can't say", he replied "Too
many. I've been with the General over thirty years, and we've fought many
battles together". Her next question shocked him even more..."You're very
old, bet you couldn't take me!"
     He glanced over the girl. Very shapely, very blonde. Long bare arms
with slight hairs showing over the bronzed skin. Short grey pleated skirt
showing long shapely legs ending in ankle socks. He glanced up to her
face.."How old are you" he asked.."Fifteen" came the reply, with a
devastating smile. "And I can take you with just these". She ran her
fingers up her thighs.."Want to try me ?" The old man licked his lips
nervously..Not many fifty year olds are offered the chance to get their
hands on a lovely fifteen year old girls. He slowly stood up and
chuckled...the girl was a good head shorter than he. "Come on then" he
motioned with his hand as he crouched.."Ready when you are". The smile
was wiped off his face however, as Sylvia suddenly stamped kicked him
straight in his stomach. Whoosh, the air was expelled from his lungs as
he doubled up in pain. Sylvia stood back and smiled as she saw the man
heave air into him painfully, as he tried to stand erect. She felt the
familiar stirrings in her loins as she glided foreward, and swaying her
hips, lunged her knee up. The man gave a short shriek as his balls were
crushed, and he doubled up again. The waves of pain coursing through his
brain and his tear filled eyes caused him to miss seeing her as she
glided foreward and powered her other knee up, this time crushing the
man's throat, and pitching him back onto the grass.
     The girl's eyes were grimly determined. "That'll keep you quiet" she
murmured, and moved behind the man who lay rocking and moaning clutching
his shattered balls. The girl settled behind him, and clutching the man.s
bald head. she pulled it up and back. the man though in great pain,
noticed the silky smoothness of the girls inner thighs as they slid along
his neck, till the back of his head met the silk covered crotch of the
girl. He gasped and croaked, his breathing severely restricted by the
crushed throat he had.."Whaa"..cough. The girl now swiftly coiled those
legs into her favourite hold..The figure four wrapped around his neck
like a python's coil.He managed to get his fingers around her left calf
as it snuggled against his throat, but as the right knee hooked round the
left foot and pulled tight, the smooth calf slipped out of his hands and
clamped tight on him.
     Sylvia gave a grunt of pleasure as her hold locked tight. She
tightened it and the man arched and croaked weakly.."Ooo - Okay," he
groaned .."Enough". He was too old a warrior not to know that the hold
the girl had him in was unbreakable, and as her smoothly muscled calf
closed his agonised throat..he pounded on the ground.."I give..You win".
The girl chuckled"oh no, Not yet..You're still breathing". He felt the
hold tighten again, the satin covered muscles bulging and hardening round
his scrawny neck.. He realised his predicament, and his hands came up to
pull and claw at the girl's thighs, trying to part them.His fingers, once
strong were now weak and could make no headway against the steely bands
tightening round him. He moaned helplessly, then wheezed his last as his
throat closed. His lungs screamed out for oxygen, as he retried to prise
loose the strangling calf. His fingers could only just get between her
svelte skin and his neck, but not enough for any pressure. He heard the
girl chuckle behind him as he started to get frantic. His body started to
desperately squirm and heave, his fists pounding at the girl's legs.
    Sylvia, smiled as she felt and saw the man's desperation. His head
frantically trying to loose her strangling legs enough to gasp in oxygen,
was rubbing on her crotch and she moaned softly as her orgasm grew.
"Fancy being killed by a little girl..a warrior like you". Her words
enraged him and spurred him into frantic heaves and jerkings. But he was
weakening fast between the girl's deadly legs, and Sylvia captured his
wrists in her hands and pulled them up tightly locking them on her
shapely breasts.
     The man sobbed silently. Those shapely smooth legs were vices of
steel that would not yield or relax. Mercilessly the girl kept the vice
tight, her right foot hooked round the man's back, as she shuddered
towards her climax. When it came, her hips snapped up and the man's neck,
severely weakened and tightly locked was bent and- cracked with an
audible sound. His legs convulsed once, twice and then he lay still, as
the girl shudderingly gasped and shook as her tremors passed her. She
released her legs finally, and the man's head dropped back onto the
grass, his eyes sightless and his neck at an impossible angle. Sylvia
smiled down at the old man, and patted his bald head. "Farewell ancient
warrior" she whispered. She rose and passing the corner of the hut,
pulled on her pretty shoes, and silently made her way back to the concert
parties hut..It was almost the end of the show, as her watch told her,
and she must prepare for the Grande Finale.
                     End Of Part Six.