The Island....Part 6. 
By ANTMAN




The fair was in full swing. Coloured lights flashed in the darkness, and
loud music blared out of many speakers.Teenagers laughed and shrieked in
mock terror, as they rode high above the ground on roller coasters and
Octopus cars. Young men laughed with glee as they slammed Dodgem cars
into each other, and Mothers and Fathers tried their luck at the many
games of chance. In the field outside Sevastopol, Sergeants Lemowsky and
Rostov pulled their police car to a halt, and puffing on cigarettes,
gazed at the fair before them. "Well", said Rostov, this is the place
where the Mafia charges protection money from the fair owner...Let's try
to find his caravan..We may be in time to arrest the crooks". His
companion grunted his affirmative, and the men got out of the car.
They started to walk into the centre of the fair, being jostled by the
many teenagers who ran around with joy, they reached the Waltzer ride and
stopped. Idly they watched the attendant push the various cars round so
they spun faster, and the teens in them screamed and shrieked, clinging
to each other.
"You stay here ", said Lemowsky "And keep an eye out for any suspicious
characters...I'll find the owners van". "Alright " growled Rostov, as he
fingered the snub nosed revolver in his jacket pocket.Lemowsky vanished
into the crowd, and Rostov sat down on the edge of the Waltzer ride.
His keen eyes suddenly picked out the figure of a small, young girl,
dressed in a white blouse and a plaid schoolgirl skirt, with long blonde
hair hanging loose, and parted in the middle. She had on white socks and
patent black shoes. Her large blue eyes seemed to be looking for someone.
She suddenly saw him and came over. Ira batted her long dark lashes, and
smiled a melting smile at Rostov.."Are you a Policeman ?"..she inquired.
Rostov nodded and stood up, looking round, then bent down and
asked.."Well ? What do you want". Ira, who had seen the men emerge from
the Police car, had her story planned..."Well, " she said gazing up into
his quizzical eyes with her huge beautiful saucers.."My Daddy is the
owner...A nasty looking man is asking for him"...Rostov glanced
around.."Where is he?" he asked..."Come with me, " said Ira, and reached
out and clasped his hand with hers.Totally enchanted, the man allowed the
girl to lead him behind the ride and into the dark field. Behind the
ride, Marina and Yulia, hid and waited...Marina's grey eyes
flashed.."She's got him" she smiled nastily, "Get ready"....Yulia
chuckled softly, and pushed her short blonde hair over her ears.."Like a
lamb to the slaughter".
"Where are we going" asked the man, as they strode into long grass..Then
he screamed. Ira had suddenly shifted her hold on his hand and pressed
her small thumb hard into a nerve centre in his wrist...As the man gasped
and shuddered in helpless agony, he gazed into the small angelic liiking
face with it's lovely smile, and then screamed again, as with her other
hand she twisted and dislocated his thumb of the hand still gripped by
her strong fingers.His screams joined the sounds from the fair, and  he
slumped onto his knees, as Ira twisted the trapped wrist hard over, the
two girls noiselessly ran over in the darkness to where the young girl
held the man on his knees, his free hand desperately fumbling, trying to
reach his pistol in the opposite pocket, his face a mask of disbelief and
agony at the sight of the young girl holding him in such pain and total
paralysis.
Lemowsky reached the line of parked caravans on the edge of the fair, and
walked along till he reached the end one. This had a sign on the
door.."Mr. Pasternak...Owner". He knocked on the door. There seemed to be
a noise from within, and a thumping. He stood and knocked again, this
time louder..."Mr. Pasternak", he called. Once more a muffled noise came
amid another couple of thumps. The Policeman drew his gun and took hold
of the door handle. With a sudden push, the door flew open and he
entered. What he saw, caused his mouth to drop open and his gun hand to
droop. On the bed, a teenage girl,with long blonde hair, was riding a
writhing man. The girl dressed in a skimpy top which left her smooth
tanned stomach and long shapely arms bare, and a "Ra -ra" short pleated
skirt, which rode high on her thighs.She was straddling a large cushion
which was on the man's face, he was screaming muffled shrieks into the
soft fabric. His hands seemed to be tied behind his back, and his
thrashing feet thudded against the caravan side.Oksana turned her lovely
blue eyes to Lemowsky, with a slow knowing smile.
Then, the man's gun was suddenly knocked from his hand by the edge of the
door as it was slammed against his arm. He had a glimpse of a heart
shaped face framed by short brown hair and set with large brown eyes,
before Olga, who had hidden behind the door, brought the edge of her
stiffened hand sharply against his neck, and he heard her soft giggle, as
he slumped semi- conscious to the floor.
In the field, Rostov was fighting hard, but weakening fast. Every time he
managed to push one of the girls off him, another would clamp a
stranglehold on him with smooth hard arms, and pull him back down. Ira
had maintained her nerve hold on his wrist and had managed to force him
onto his back, as she knelt beside him. His desperate shrieks and calls
had merged with the fairground noise, and he was not heard. Still, he had
managed to pull his gun out, only to have it sent spinning out of his
hand, by the swinging foot of Marina, as the two 16 year olds dived on
him. In the long grass, and in the darkness, with one hand and wrist
disabled by the 14 year old, he had felt smoothly muscled legs wrap
around him, and hold him while clutching fingers gripped his throat.As he
struggled helplessly in the strong deadly holds of the three girls, he
felt his senses swirl and his free hand pushed and pulled weakly at the
boa- constricting arms and legs which tightened mercilessly around him.
Lemowsky came to with a muffled start. His eyes focused on the sight of
the blonde girl now perched on his own chest, smiling down at him. he was
on the floor of the caravan, and he glanced over to where Olga now
straddled the hapless owner of the fair, who still gave out muffled
shouts, while his body squirmed helplessly under the dark eyed teenager.
Lemowsky, tried to open his mouth, but the strip of duct tape held it
tightly closed. His wrists also were bound behind his back with the same
strong tape. He tried to free his wrists, but they were taped tight
together. Oksana, cocked her lovely face and reached down with soft long
fingers. As she clamped her smooth thighs together against his head,
holding it still, her fingers almost delicately closed the policeman's
nostrils closed......
The two Policemen died almost simultaneously, and the girls all met
together in the caravan, where a knock on the door, admitted the Mafia
collector. The owner of the fair was only too pleased to pay the man off,
when faced with the prospect of that or bacome the victim of the
merciless teen assassins. Olga made the call to the Island, where the
Mafia man was well pleased with the first part of the operations against
the obstructive Police , and planned the next execution, with the gold
toothed Leonard.
                   End of Part 6