The spiders lair.
By ANTMAN
Part 1




The three girls sat looking on in interest. Illonna - tall and fair
haired, with a full figure and with her long hair done in small plaits.
Her wide blue eyes were filled with excitement. Anna - tall and slim,
with a cascade of blonde hair that fell parted to the middle to her
waist. She had deep set brown eyes that twinkled merrily. She leaned
foreward, her slim elbow on her bare knee, her long fingers cupping her
heart shaped face. Ania, had black hair shoulder length, done in a
pageboy style, was leaning back in her chair. She was full bodied,
and shapely legs showed under her short skirt. Her eyes, a cool green,
narrowed in interest as she watched.
They were sat in a wooden hut, about a mile from the park, hidden in a
wood. The girls had found it one day, quiet and secluded and far from any
people..it was perfect for their plans. Another muffled scream cut
through the silence, followed by a giggle. 
Ania glanced at the others and smiled, Anna covered her mouth with her
hand as girlish giggles burst from her.Illona shifted on her chair, and
flushed, a feeling shivering through her body.....they looked again
before them.
Irena smiled, her lovely mouth curving enticingly, but her deep brown
eyes, slightly elongated, were narrowed in a cold stare. Her long, slim
brown fingers caressed softly the quivering stomach below her. Then they
travelleled slowly down, to the ball sac. Gently, almost caressingly ,the
small fingers coiled round it, curled, and then as she felt
the shuddering body tense, she suddenly gripped hard...the muffled
scream, the tensed arching of the body beneath her, caused her lovely
smile to broaden further, and she glanced at the man's agonised face....
The four Russian girls, had received training at the Schoolgirl Assassins
headquarters in England, and now they would tour the city, looking for
suitable victims, for them to practice their deadly arts upon. These
trips were done without the sanction of Madam Olga, the Russian head of
the squad. The girls feeling bored without an official assignment, had
secretly decided on their course of actions themselves. Their victims
were usually single male tourists, who they would lure to their secret
hideout, and there, they would rob and torture them, secure in the
knowledge, that the men would be too embarrased to tell the Police about
what had happened to them.
Ania, smiled down at the man. His face was an agonised mask, his body
quivering, muffled sobs burst through the gag, his eyes wide and
pleading, gazing at the sweet elfin face above him. A voice sounded
out.."My turn now Ania....".Anna, the tall slim blonde stood and almost
reluctantly, the pixie faced Ania, patted the man's cheek gently..."Don't
go anywhere now"..she purred.." I want another go at you..." The man
shuddered, his ball bag agonised. Ania raised herself from straddling his
chest, and lithly jumped off the table, going to sit in Anna's chair.The
tall blonde stood at the man's head a minute, looking down with her big
brown eyes, and absently mindedly parting her long blonde hair with her
fingers, then sighing contedtedly, she parted her long shapely legs,
turned, and gently sat on the man's chest. As he started his muffled
pleas, she scissored his head between her thighs, pulling his face into
her panty crotch, and crossing her ankles, settling herself in
comfort....
The day had started well for the English tourist. He had set out from the
hotel, to explore the city. Armed with a camera, map, Russian phrase
book, and plenty of Roubles, he enjoyed a morning's sight seeing, before
coming across this delapidated, overgrown wood, on the edge of the city.
A few old trees had fallen and on one of these, the man perchased,
opening his shoulder bag to enjoy his lunch of wine and sausage.....
He felt Anna's long, bronzed shapely thighs close softly round his neck,
and shuddered from a mixture of pleasure and dread..what was coming now.
Looking up, into her softly smiling face, he wonderered how he could have
been so foolish...and why such lovely young girls could be so
cruel...Anna parted her long blonde hair, with her fingers, and murmered 
"Let's see how long you can hold your breath...." She reached foreward ,
and almost delicately, pinched the man's nostrils closed with her slender
fingers. Almoat immediately, the man panicked, and tried to  jerk his
head away...then Anna's thighs tightened vise like on his neck, as she
tensed her thighs , and her scissors hold tightened, holding his head
still, despite his frantic twistings.
His body started to heave as his lungs screamed for oxygen...his chest
held down by the girl's slender weight, his arms and legs jerking at the
steel bonds that held them tight.
Anna leaned foreward, smiling coldly, looking into the wildly staring
eyes of the tortured man, the other girls also leaning foreward on their
chairs studying the writhing man under their friend. The gag was proving
to be perfect..no air escaped through the delicate yet airtight silken
bonds, and as he grew redder and redder..his muffled screams grew fainter
as his air escaped him, to be followed by small whimpers...Then with a
rush, his chest heaved as Anna loosened her slim fingers...The man heaved
in great lungfulls of air sobbing in frustration and humiliation as he
realised that he was at the mercy of these young merciless minxes...
Suddenly, the door burst open, and the girls started up, then relaxed, as
the entering person proved to be another friend of theirs. Yana, slim and
brown haired, with large grey eyes, pointed behind her and blurted
out.."Quick..there's a policeman prowling around"...Swiftly, the girls
went to the windows, pulling the tatty curtains closed, and bolting the
door. Beneath Anna, the man, now slowly recovering, has not understood
The new girl's Russian language, but when the others had sprung into
action, he guessed they were scared of discovery..He started to struggle
more, and his muffles screams started to rise in volume.
"Shut him up Anna" whispered Illona, as she stood by the window, peering
out from the edge of the curtain...Anna nodded, and slid her lithe body
off the man's chest, then folding her long legs around his neck again,
pulled his face into her groin, and tightened her folded leg, gripping
one ankle and pulling it tight in a figure four.
The man's muffled scream ceased as he felt his face crushed into her soft
fragrant panties, the light going out as her legs tightened..the smooth
coils of her thighs kept him quiet and blind, while the girls' waited
breathlesly........