Return Of The Schoolgirl Assassins. Part 8. 
By ANTMAN


The end of the concert in the Hut...The young soldiers almost panting as
they viewed the scantily clad teenage girls slowly grind their lovely
bodies to the loud, slow rock tune blaring out of the speakers. Persia,
with her long dark brown hair and eyes flashing provocatively, writhed
her tanned body round the scaffolders pole set erect on the
stage..performing an improvised pole dance. Rosa, her Spanish black hair
and eyes inviting gasps of lust from the young men as she swayed her
shapely hips and arms in a belly dance, her Mediterranean skin perfect
and glowing in the spotlight. Outside the front door three new recruits
were peering in through the window as the girls finally bowed and
exited...they did not see the three slim figures merge into the shadow of
the hut's wall. As the audience inside erupted in a loud caterwaul of
cheering and whistles, the Headmistress held up her hands for attention.
Finally, the cheering subsided, and Miss Bond addressed the men. "The
girls will sign photos of themselves with a kiss for you lucky lads in
half an hour at our hut..See you there". The Headmistress exited the hut
and the four young men by the door, watched the tall blonde lady
accompanied by the young girls as they swayed off towards their hut. One
small recruit stated.."I wouldn't mind a go at that !" One of his
comrades replied.."Our General already has.." He looked around.."Has
anyone seen him ?" " Not since he entered his Hut with that lady",
replied another. "MMM, seems to me he ought to be here", said the small
man.."I'll go see if he is in". The man wandered off towards the
General's hut. As the other men stood chatting about the girls'
performance, and the audience inside passed the half hour at the bar, a
low whistle was heard. The two men turned to see three young girls
dressed in school gym clothes smiling at them, with hands on shapely
hips, and wicked glints in their eyes. The two men, already aroused by
the girls' performances inside, moved lustily towards the young vixens.
Charlotte and Sylvia stepped apart from Kim and the men split. Kim backed
into the shadow of the hut and the man following her was entranced by her
shining almond shaped black eyes which enticed him on..his hands reached
hungrily for her...he never touched her before Kim lunged. Her stiffened
fingers drove sharply into his Adam's apple.The man stopped with a croak
of agony, his eyes opened in surprise, and he gaped , his hands flying up
to his damaged throat. Kim smiled slightly and took a step foreward, her
slim hard tawny coloured knee drove into the man's groin..With a
strangled shriek of pain, the man slumped down onto his knees....
The man nearly on to Charlotte and Sylvia, heard the shriek of pain and
turned to see his friend on his knees before the Chinese girl. Then
Charlotte leapt..Her arms wrapping round his neck, her lithe body
thudding into his back. The man staggered under her weight, and then
Sylvia hit him behind his knees in a perfect rugby tackle. The man
already staggering under the brunette, his cries of alarm choked by her
slim arms, was totally unbalanced by the blonde's assault on his legs,
and he toppled foreward onto his face....
The man kneeling at Kim's feet now had his hands on the burning agony of
his groin, he croaked and wheezed as he gazed up into the perfect oval of
the girl's face, framed by her long black hair. The girl nor reached out
and clamped her slim but strong fingers on the nerve centres on the man's
neck. He groaned in a new agony as weakness flooded through his body, as
her hold took a deadly paralysing effect on him. He raised his weakening
hands and tried to part her slim wrists. The girl smiled grimly at his
feeble efforts to loose her hands..knowing the power of her hold, she
grunted softly and tightened it, the man's hands falling from her wrists
as the full effect of her nerve hold washed over him. She pushed gently,
and helplessly he felt his body fal;l slowly backwards onto the grass, as
Kim held the grip tight and straddled his twitching moaning body......
The man held on the ground desperately tried to kick out, but Sylvia
coiled her strong young legs round the man's, holding them tightly
trapped. He moaned and gasped as Charlotte, straddling his back,
tightened her slim arms around his neck. He strained his muscles and
forced himself up onto his hands. This gave Charlotte the opening she
needed and her long steely muscled legs wrapped round the mans waist,
just under his ribcage, her slim ankles locking her scissors tight.His
gasping hoarse breathing ceased as Charlotte readjusted her arms into a
stranglehold and closed his windpipe. The man tried frantically to kick
out but could not free his legs from the blonde girl's python like hold
on his limbs and slowly his arms folded as he weakened, and he collapsed
back onto the ground, with both girls tightening their deadly holds on
the helplessly jerking figure......
The young man straddled by Kim arched weakly between the girl's tawny
thighs as she tightened her fingers, crushing his Adam's apple with her
thumbs. The Chinese girl had switched her nerve hold to a stranglehold.
The man severely weakened by the slim girl's vicious attack was unable to
free her hands as she smiled down on him and held tight  until the
twitching figure moved no more......
The man held by Charlotte and Sylvia, likewise was unable to resist for
long the girls' deadly coils. Legs and arms tightened like steel lassos
round him, the man could only claw in desperation at the smooth thighs
and arms which held him tight in their embrace of death. As the man
succumbed, Charlotte experienced a shuddering orgasm which she gasped out
a groan. then as the sound of raised voices was heard in the hall, the
girls rose from their victims, pulled them out of view into the shadow of
the hut, and flattened themselves against the wall near the door, as it
opened and the audience came out in a gaggle of voices.
As the file of men started towards the girls' hut, one after another the
end ones vanished. With slim arms coiling tightly round their necks, and
soft palms muffling surprised cries, the men were pulled into the
shadows, where they were swiftly disposed by the deadly schoolgirls,
silently and with barely any resistance as the girls' were expert at
their deadly skills.
The small man passed the radio hut where Ellie, on guard inside saw him
pass the window. The tall slim blonde silently left the hut and glancing
round, swiftly and silently caught up with the young recruit. the
seventeen suddenly hooked her right arm round his neck, pulling back
hard, as she grasped her hand tight with her other, her forearm biting
deepinto his throat. The young man totally unprepared for any attack,
bent backwards under the pressure..and then his feet left the floor.
Ellie had turned her body side on to him and bending to the left, her hip
pushed deep into the small of his back, bending and raising him up on her
hip. The man dangled like a puppet as his legs kicked out helplessly.
Gurgling and wheezing he clawed uselessly at the girl's slim lithely
muscled arm as it closed his throat. He swayed his body desperately,
trying to find the floor with his feet, but Ellie, keeping her balance
well, kept him an inch off the floor, until his twitching legs dangled
still, and his clawing hands felloff her arm, and flopped nervelessly
down. She kept the hanging stranglehold for another couple of minutes to
make sure, then unlocked her hands, and the small man fell into a
lifeless heap at the pretty blonde's feet. She gave him a look of
distaste, and then continued on towards the girls' hut.
                End of Part 8