THE ISLAND part 4. 
By ANTMAN




Leonard put down the phone with a smile. As the Mafia man stared
quizzically at him he stated, "That Judge will not be sending anyone else
to Jail...Yulia is coming home. Now then, are you ready for the second
room ? " . The Mafia leader nodded and followed Leonard out of his
office. The two men passed the first door, which now opened and two men
limped out looking stunned and dazed. They passed the duo, and
disappeared round a bend in the tunnel. "They are going to their quarters
for the night". The men continued to a second door, from where screams
and muffled cries were heard. As Leonard opened the door, Sandra, the
trainer exited the first room and entered the second with the men, her
smile dazzling Igor. Inside the room A scream followed by an oath was
heard. Igor looked at the sight of a small girl sat on the floor, her
legs coiled and locked round the bent legs of a large man who squirmed
and gasped in pain as he lay opposite her. The girl was tawny haired and
grey eyed and was dressed like the girls in the other room. Her wool
tighted legs were locked so that when she raised her slim hips off the
floor, her calf bent the man's knee joint painfully. The man screamed as
the girl smiled and tightened her lock again. To Igor it seemed bizarre
that such a small girl could hold such a big man helpless and in agony,
but as he sat up, his face distorted in pain and fury, and tried to claw
the girl's legs from their deadly grip, Ulka raised her slim bottom again
and screaming helplessly, sweat standing on his forehead, the man
collapsed onto his back again, his back arching as agony coursed through
his knee. "Good girl, Ulka...Keep him down" purred Sandra. The small girl
flashed the group a shy smile and nodded.
A muffled moaning drew the groups vision to another couple struggling on
the ground. A well built blonde girl, her kneeling body straddling a
writhing male body, had her full breasts smothering the mans head. Her
shapely strong arms, coiled tightly round the man's neck, enfolded his
arms trapping them straight above his head. The man was half smothered by
the girl's full breasts as her arms kept his nose and mouth clamped into
her satin enclosed cleavage. In his desperation he tried to bite but his
teeth slithered uselessly off her smooth leotard. The man's body arched
frantically, trying to unseat the girl, but her knees clamped hard
against his chest, kept her tightly locked to him.
From time to time, he would free his mouth to gasp a few desperate
wheezing breaths of air, before the girl would with little effort,
reposition herself and tightening her arms again, the man would with a
despairing muffled cry, find himself plunged again into the nearly
airless dark world of her breasts. As the man weakly kicked and bucked
again, the eyes of the group were drawn to the voice of a man crying.."No
you don't you bitch". As they looked, they saw a man on his knees, with
his arm straight and locked between the thighs of a black haired girl
with large almond eyes, lying on her back. The calf of her right leg was
wrapped around the mans chest, while the man's wrist was clamped against
the girl's bust with her slim fingers locked round his wrist. The man's
other hand was locked round the shapely other calf of her leg. "Get
down"..the girl hissed and suddenly jerked that leg out of his grip, and
the back of the knee slammed against the man's throat. With a choking
cry, the man was dragged onto his back, by the leg, and the girl
tightening her thighs against the man's arm used her crotch as a pivot
against his elbow, and started to bend his arm back. As the man clawed at
the calf clamped tight across his throat, his strangled scream was torn
from his throat, as the girl arched her lithe hips up, further bending
his elbow.
"Carefull, Olga", stated Sandra..."Don't break his arm..You are only
practicing"...As Igor's jaw hung open at these exhibitions of the girls'
dominance of the men, Leonard stated.."Olga could break that man's arm
with ease, Little Ulka over there, could break that big man's legs if she
wished, and Aska.." He motioned to the big Blonde easily subduing the
male squirming helplessly under her body.."Could smother to death her
victim if she wished". Suddenly, Sandra leant foreward and whispered into
Leonard's ear. "Ah ha, " he stated to Igor, when the trainer had
finished.."You are in luck. One of the men insists we release him....We
cannot allow him to tell anyone about this island of ours. You will see a
real kill tonight. Will that Suffice to convince you to hire our services
?" Igor nodded eagerly...The girls he had seen would be a great asset to
his organisation to quell the Police operations against his illegal
operations. "Come back to my office", said Leonard. "We will have not
long to wait".
            End Of Part 4