THE ISLAND. Part 2. 
by Antman



The two men stopped next to a door, behind which could be heard a
strangled man's groan, and a girl's soft grunts. Behind these sounds,
there was a heavy thump as something heavy fell. Leonard turned to his
guest, and smiled a gold flashing grin. "This room is for the new girls",
he said. He turned the handle, and the men entered the room. It was a
gymnasium, and the men stood by the wall to watch.
In front of them, the girl who had shown Igor in, turned a smiling
greeting to them. "This is Sandra", Leonard introduced her. She smiled
and nodded her dark hair with it's heavy fringe, and the rest drawn back
in a pony tail. Her eyes under the heavy fringe were a lovely grey. "She
is an instructor", continued the man. Igor smiled at her and then scanned
the room. There were four girls, all dressed alike. Black, sleeveless
leotards clung to ripening bodies. Round their heads, the girls wore
white head bands, and their waists were encompassed with silk scarves. On
shapely legs, the girls wore black wool tights, ending mid thigh.
One of the girls, brown haired, with large grey eyes, was stood in front
of a punch bag. Her smooth arm muscles bunched, as her small taped fists
pounded into the bag. Her face was a mask of concentrated fury, as she
unleashed her arms time after time against the leather. "That is Marina"
murmured Leonard into Igor's ear, as the Mafia man stared in astonishment
at the girl's furious onslaught. "When she was a street girl, she was
raped by a Policeman.She wants revenge..."
Another loud thump, drew Igor's gaze to the sight of a small girl, who
looked about eleven years old.."That is Ulca", said Leonard.."She is
eighteen but looks much younger". As Igor looked in astonishment, the
girl with dyed ash blonde hair, and a small tanned face with large dark
eyes, grasped the arm of the tall man opposite her, by the wrist, and
spinning round, pulling his arm straight over her slim shoulder, the girl
pushed her slim hips into the stomach of the man and bending, pulled hard
on it. As the man gasped a "No..." he suddenly flew over her bent back to
crash into the mat with a thud that drove the breath from him, the girl
released his arm and stood back, her hands on slim hips, an impish grin
on her lovely mouth, as he gasped air into his emptied lungs.
Overhead, from a pair of rings hanging from the ceiling, another girl,
with short cropped dark hair, and brown eyes, was swinging with her hands
gripping the rings. Between her scissoring thighs, a man's head was
slowly turning red. "MMMph"..His voice was muffled. as his face was
pressing into the girls leotarded crotch. His hands desperately clawed at
her thighs, sliding off the smooth well muscled silky skin above the
tights. His feet scrabbled on the matted floor. trying to get leverage to
free himself. Above him the girl chuckled, and gripped her thighs
tighter, smiling in pleasure, as the man moaned helplessly. "That is
Kinga..She has worked on her legs,,which are like a boa constrictor. No
man has escaped their vice like grip. Oh yes", smiled Leonard, noticing
Igor's open mouthed stare..."She is just sixteen".
Hearing a strangled gasp, Igor swung his gaze to the sight which caused a
flutter in his groin. On her knees, her legs spread wide, a slim young
girl was kneeling back on her heels. Her face seemed familiar, and then
Igor remembered.."Yes, that;s right..meet Ira..in person" The young
blonde flashed the men a smile, then turned her gaze back down to the
man.Between her spread legs, a man lay on his back. Round his neck, was
the scarf that the girl had obviously taken from her waist. In the
middle, the scarf had been knotted, and this knot now pressed against the
man's adam apple.The man's hands were reaching up, trying to grasp her
slim neck, while his body arched under her . Suddenly, with a grim smile
on her lovely mouth, the girl turned her little hands, which held the
ends of the scarf, at the side of the man's neck. She straightened her
arms,and immediately, the man's windpipe closed. At this the man
panicked, and his hands flew to the scarf, to try and loose the pressure
on his throat. His fingers slid off the smooth material, and he pounded
in desperation at her slim strong arms. The girl's face smiling into his
agonised eyes, as his tongue stuck out and a strange gurgling came from
his mouth. His feet scrabbled on the mat, sliding uselessly. At this, the
tall instructor moved over to the struggling pair, and knelt by them.
"Careful, now Ira", said Sandra.."Just knock him out..we don't want him
dead..not yet". The young blonde looked into the dark girl's eyes, her
eyes suddenly focused from a place where she had been, nodded, and
watched the man carefully, as he slid helplessly into unconsciousness,
then she released the scarf, and stood up to watch Kinga.
Leonard, tapped his guest on the shoulder, and said," Let's go back to my
office, before we see the other rooms." He glanced at his watch.."MMm,
yes. I am expecting a phone call. Come.." he turned to the door, and as
Igor followed him, the man helplessly being strangled and suffocated
between Kinga's deadly legs stretched out pleading hands to him, his eyes
wide and desperate. Igor turned his eyes away, but heard his muffled
scream, and the other girls callous giggles, as he closed the door behind
him.
                         End Of Part 2