Russian Resistance 1
By ANTMAN




The Russian Mafia in Moscow, were all powerful. They ruled the city by
night. The Police were powerless to stop them. Any interference in their
schemes, was met with ruthless revenge killings, and soon, most Police
chiefs turned a blind eye to their dealings.
One group, however, were not  so tolerant. Madam, Olga Kerchinky, the
leader of Moscow's elite Gymnastics squad, had been contacted by the
Russian government, desperate for help against the gangs. Her girls,
teenaged and lovely, had been helped in training, by the English
Schoolgirl Assassins. Now, the Russian girls, their hands and limbs
strengthened by years of gymnastic practice; their bodies slim and
supple, were ready for their first actions against the Mafia members.
One of the meetings of the big Bosses of the Mafia, was a party to
celebrate the joining together of the three main gangs. At the Moscovite
Hall, the main men were there, gathered round a big table, which groaned
under the weight of food and bottles of vodka and wine. Two of Madam
Olga's girls had infiltrated the catering staff, and now glided among the
men, carrying plates of food, and more bottles of booze.
They, like all the caterers, were dressed in short black skirts, and
white blouses, with high heeled shoes, showing off their long, strong
legs.
On the stage, a group of strippers, were gyrating and writhing to the
music belting out of a stereo system, and the men, their business
completed, watched, jeered and drank more and more.
One of the bosses, having finished his bottle of vodka, and becoming
impatient for more, heaved himself swaying on to his feet, and grabbed at
the arm of Irena. The tall, elegant blonde, with wide, beautiful grey
eyes, turned to see her friend Alissa, staring at her with her big blue
eyes, and nodded towards the door.
The boss, stood up.."Take me to the kitchen.." he slurred.."I'll get the
vodka myself..I need a walk "..he hiccuped and staggered slightly,
gripping Irena's arm more tightly, to steady himself.
"Come along then," purred Irena, casting a stunning smile at him.."I'll
show you the way".
"You're a pretty little thing"..the man managed, and then allowed the
tall blonde to lead him away. As they exited the room, and entered the
passage, a door about midway along opened slightly.
Irena saw Alissa stick her head out of the door, and as the pair
staggered past it, Irena stopped and said.."We are here"...The man
blinked..."Whaaat..Where ?"..he mumbled, his head swirling with the
effects of the alcohol. Behind him, the door opened fully, to reveal the
blonde head and blue eyes of Alissa. As the man stood swaying slightly,
looking into the beautiful grey eyes that held him ...A lithe, white
sleeved arm slid smoothly round his neck.
He was pulled back, as Alissa tightened her stranglehold..his squawk of
surprise choking into a gurgle.
His hands went out and grabbed desperately at the doorframe, as Alissa
struggled to pull him into the room. Before him, Irena smiled coldly as
his eyes bulged and he wheezed air into his lungs. Then , she hitched up
her skirt, and stamped a hard kick into his stomach, her long leg
flashing, the strength of the kick, tore his hands from the doorframe,
and with a choking cry of despair, he was pulled off balance and
staggered backwards into the room, still held in Elena's stranglehold.
Following the pair into the room, Irena closed the door behind them, and
stood smiling, as Alissa, fell backwards onto the floor, pulling the man
down on top of her.Alissa, readjusted her grip to a sleeper, and
tightened her grip. The man felt the smooth muscles of her arms harden as
her forearm dug deep into his throat, while her biceps tightened on the
sides of his neck, cutting the flow of blood to his brain, weakening him,
and causing his already woozy senses to whirl even more.
The man tried unsuccessfully to loose the vise- like grip of her arms,
his hands vainly pulling and pushing at the steely arms, which cradled
his head in her deadly embrace..Above them, Irene smiled and said.."Do
you  need help, Alissa ?".
Her friend grunted with the effort of keeping her grip on the man tight,
and hearing his gasped wheezing breathing cease, as she closed his
windpipe, smiled at her friend.."No..", she purred..."He's mine" ...
On top of her, the man heaved his body up frantically trying to roll out
of the girl's hold, but Alissa brought her long strong legs up, her skirt
sliding down over her smooth nylon clad thighs, and wrapped them around
his waist, locking her ankles together, and pulling him back down to her,
as her thighs gripped his bucking, shuddering body.  
Now, the man became frantic, clawing wildly at Alissa's arms and legs,
trying to free himself from the girl's deadly embrace. His mouth opened
and closed like a fish..his lungs desperately trying to pull air into
them..but no air was allowed past the gir's strong arms. His hands slid
off her legs as they gripped his body like a python, her thigh muscles
pulsing with power as they crushed through his muscles,. pressurising his
ribs.
Suddenly, a noise caused Irena to cock her head to listen. Along the
corridor, a man's footsteps were heard, his voice called
out..."Ivan...where are you ?".. Doors were opened as he looked into the
empty rooms. his voice grew louder as he came nearer to where they were.
As the doors opened, and the man's voice called again.."Ivan...? ", the
man in Alissa's embrace, weakening though he was, made a last frantic
effort to free himself, but the girl calling on her youthful strength,
bowed her supple back and tightened her holds still further..the man's
brain screaming silently for help..as the room was plunged into darkness
as Irena flicked the light off.
In the darkness the man writhed helplessly quiet, as he saw the light
flood the room, as the door opened. The man stuck his head into the room,
and called..."Iva...". His voice stopped as he saw his friend in the
gloom, struggling weakly on top of a waitress, who seemed to be
strangling him. He stepped . into the room, and the back of his neck met
with the sharp edge of Irena's hand, as she stepped from behind the door,
and using all the strength in her slim body, swung her arm . The man
grunted and nervlessly slumped to his knees..his senses reeling.
From behind, Irena stepped over his shoulders, and then dropped to her
knees, crossing one leg and scissoring his neck in a figure four, as her
weight bore him to the ground.
By now the man in Alissa's grip was helpless, his hands twitched
spasmodically on her thighs, as his brain closed down and failed him.
Alissa, kept her deadly grips tight, as the man started to twitch his
last, and watched her friend.
Irena was now sat on the back of the man's neck, his throat being crushed
by her calf. his legs kicked out frantically, his hands pulled in vain at
the girl's shapely thighs, which held his head tight between them,
despite his best efforts to turn round, to escape the stranglehold of her
legs.
Irena sighed contentedly, and smiled her beautiful smile, as she shuffled
around, making herself more comfortable, and driving the man';s throat
deeper into her bulging, hard calf muscle.She reached down and tore the
man's clawing hands off her thighs, gripping his flailing wrists tight in
her strong hands. Turning her head she nodded to Alissa, when she saw the
man held by her friend no longer moving..Alissa kept her killing hold on
another minute, then slid one smooth hand to the man's neck, and feeling
no pulse, relaxed her holds, and rolled the lifeless body off her.she
relaxed, and rose, to close the door, and watch while her cool poised
friend smile in satisfaction as she felt the man's struggles weaken under
her. The man's face was into the carpet, and he felt the smooth thighs
slide tighter and tighter around his neck..he tried to twist his hands
from her grip but, Irena, her hands strong from the work she had done
over the years on the bars, easily held them. Soon, he felt his strength
fade away, and helpless in the grip of the girls strong legs, he stated
to loose consciousness. Irena swayed her lithe hips, driving her killing
grip tighter, making sure there  was no escape for the man, and soon, she
released his hands, which fell twitching onto the carpet. As the man
died, Alissa opened the door slightly,. and looked out into the hall,
seeing no one about, she nodded to Irena, behind her, and when her friend
was sure her victim was finished, she rose from his corpse, and slipped
out of the room after her friend. The girls exited the building by a
fire- exit, and joyfully went to report their success to Madam Olga .