Russian Schoolgirl Assassins.3. 
By ANTMAN

The night was dark, as the two  men patrolled on the land side of the
small warehouse on the dockside. The rear of the building backed onto the
waterfront, near a small jetty, which stretched out into the black water.
Inside the warehouse, the Mafia boss sat drumming his fingers on the
table...He smoked and kept looking at his watch . Opposite him, a thick
set man smiled unconcernedly..."Don't worry Boss", he said, and took a
pull from a vodka bottle set on the table."They'll be here...and if
not...Well.. we know what to do with them"...he patted his bulging jacket
pocket, which held his revolver.
"Yeah", the boss answered..."They'd better not try double crossing
us...this dope is costing me a packet"...he glanced at the briefcase
which held a large amount of roubles, on the floor, and then cocked his
ear..."Listen..." he hissed. His collegue also tilted his head...and
yes...there it was...the phutting of a small boat, getting louder as it
drew near the jetty......
Underneath the jetty, bobbing in the  warm water, and holding onto the
wooden cross beams, the two teenaged girls, clad alike in black wetsuits,
looked at each other and smiled, as they also heard the approaching boat.
The men patrolling the front of the warehouse, carring their rifles
loosely in their hands were relaxed. The boss had paid off the Police
chief..and they expected no trouble tonight. They didn't see the four
pairs of keen wide eyes staring at them. The four faces were hidden in
bushes, the bodies of these nubile young ladies being encased in black
long-sleeved leotards, which camoflagued them well in the shadows.
Inside the warehouse, the Boss heard the motor boat's engine splutter to
a stop, as it bumped against the jetty. He lifted the briefcase onto the
table and opened it, while his collegue stood by his side, his hand
inside his pocket, touching his gun. They both faced the door ...and
waited. .........
Madame Irena had called all her girls together, to ask for volunteers for
a dangerous mission.All the girls had raised their hands exitedly, big
eyes shining in their excitement. "Good", Irena smiled, and then
continued, as the girls sat and stared intently at her. "It's a night
operation...so you be dressed accordingly. I think four of you in black
leotards, and slippers. With camoflague grease on your faces...and ..two
of you in complete wetsuits". She glanced at her charges..".Sveta...and
Marina..you are both good swimmers ?"..The girls nodded . "Right , there
is a drugs run coming in to the port tomorrow night.A informer told the
police that the run is usually carried out by one man in a boat..so you
two can deal with him. You other four..." she glanced at the teenage
girls sat on the edge of their seats.."Will deal with the Mafia men on
shore...but be careful..some will be armed". Sveta raised her hand..her
startling blue/violet eyes bright under the fringe of white-blonde
hair..."Do we capture them miss ?"..."No", smiled Irena.."They can be
disposed of ...they are scum, who don't even deserve to rot in a
jail".The girls' hugged each other, and grinned in their excitement, and
then all set off with Madame Irena to collect their costumes.
The men in front of the warehouse, heard the spluttering of the boat's
engine die away, and carelessly scanned the darkness around them, then
casually strolled, smoking, with the rifles over their shoulders. The
boat bumped gently against the wooden jetty, and the girls bobbing in the
water. looked and nodded to each other, and silently swam towards the
boat, their slim, nubile figures making no noise as they glided through
the water.
On the boat, the man loosly coiled a rope around a small bollard on the
jetty, then turned and started to open a small cargo hold, in the bottom
of the boat...........
On the shore, the guards didn't see the shadowy figures, as they silently
flitted from bush to bush, then split into two pairs, making their way
towards the men, and the side of the warehouse..........
As he opened the small cargo hatch, and reached in, searching in the dark
for the small packages full of crack cocaine, he felt the boat tilt
slightly. He thought nothing of it, and his hand closed around the first
of the bundles. Sveta and Marina pulled themselves over the low gunwale
of the boat, and their slim, dripping rubber clad bodies slid onto the
deck of the boat. In the dim light of the moon, they saw the man bent
over the open hold, a small pile of bags by him. They crept behind him,
and as he stood, after closing the hatch again, Sveta tapped him on his
shoulder. "Whaaaa ?", the man started to say as he turned..for a split
second, he gazed into the black rubber framed face of a young girl...and
then his throat was crushed, as her hand swung..the sharp edge crushing
his adam's apple...his eyes opened wide in surprise, as the pain coursed
through his senses..he staggered backwards..croaking and clutching his
throat...and toppled over the bent figure of Marina as she bent behind
him.
With a strangled cry of alarm,he fell over her, his arms flailing in the
air, as his body hit the water. The two girls glanced and smiled at each
other, then holding hands, they jumped over the side, after the man.....
The two guards, hearing the double splash at the jetty, turned suddenly,
in alarm, and set off cautiously along the side of the warehouse, rifles
at the ready towards the boat.
In the water, the man's head broke the surface, gasping and spluttering,
and finding himself unavle to cry out, due to his damaged throat, he
started to swim for the jetty. He suddenly felt his progress halted, as
he felt fingers suddenly grip his hair,  pulling  his head backwards.
Sveta's slim, rubber clad arm slid round his neck, and as he clawed
frantically at the air, his wrists were suddenly gripped, and he found
himself gazing into the dark eyes of Marina. The girls took deep breaths,
and pulled the struggling man beneath the water.....
The first man, reaching the corner of the warehouse, suddenly found the
rifle gripped and he looked up in surprise into the Dark eyes of a
pretty, slim girl , dressed in a black leotard. In the dim light of the
overhead warehouse external light, he saw she had white blonde hair
pulled back in a ponytail. For a few seconds, the pair pulled at the
rifle, neither willing to relinquish their holds on it..."You're
choice!"...muttered Amelia, and then suddenly fell backwards, her black
soft slippered feet, thudding into his stomach, as her weight pulled him
forewards. Rolling backwards, she straightened her strong legs, sending
the man in a gracefull arc over her, where he somersaulted, and crashed
in a breath depriving thud onto the hard concrete of the road.
Behind them..the other guard saw the struggling pair fighting for control
of the rifle..and stood surprised for a few seconds..long enough for him
to see the man crash onto the road...and then his rifle was suddenly sent
spinning from his hands, as The tall, shapely Yulia, swung a leg,
catching the rifle with her foot.as he stood amazed..open mouthed...the
girl glided foreward, and swung her knee up hard, crashing crushingly
into his groin...the man shrieked in agony, and dropped to his knees,
pain coursing through his brain.
In the warehouse , the two men started, as they heard the man's shriek
outside, and then the Boss muttered.."See what's happening". His
henchman, drew his revolver and started for the door......
In the water..the man was losing his fight for life...his hands kept
sliding off the slim rubber clad figures of the two girls, as they kept
his head under water. Once he managed to free himself, and struggled to
the surface. But as he opened his mouth to gasp a lungfull of desperately
needed air, a pair of strong legs coiled round his neck, pulling him back
under water, despite his clawing hands.  Sliding round his desperately
writhing body, the slim teens kept his head just under the surface of the
water, as his hands broke the surface andclutched at the life giving air
the girls were denying him . Slowly, his lungs gave up their reserves of
air, the bubbles bursting gently on the surface . Weakening now, from his
struggles with the teenage mermaids,.he didn't have the reserves of air,
that the fit young girls did, and he felt the smooth strong arms and legs
wrap around him, in an embrace of death..as his starved lungs desperately
breathed..and drew in water.
As the man on the ground heaved himself dizzily up on his elbows, gasping
he saw his assailant stride towards him..and was unable to defend
himself, as smiling cruelly, Sveta swung a shapely leg and her foot
crashed into the man's jaw...his head jerked back, and cracked into the
concrete..lights swum before his eyes..and he felt the girl suddenly
straddle his chest. She pushed the man's arms down, pinning them under
her legs, and leaning foreward fastened her strong hands round his
throat.Weakened, and dizzy from the crashing fall, he writhed as Sveta
pressed hard with her thumbs on his adam's apple..He gazed into her face,
a cruel mask of beauty..as she strangled him effortlessly...her
blue-violet eyes shining and wide in excitement.
Yulia, moved with purpose and resolve around her victim, who remained on
his knees..moaning in pain..his hands clutching at his crushed
testicles..his stomach heaving..his brain swirling in waves of agony. She
smiled, and dropped down behind him, coiling her arm almost gently round
his neck. She leaned foreward..and breathed near his
ear..."Shhhhh....it's nearly over !!".Raising one knee into the small of
his back, she pulled him back,bowing him over her slim knee...and , as
his gargled .cry of terror, was choked into silence,.with a sudden
twist.. her slim arm tightened and twisted. The man's head jerked round ,
as she torqued his neck to an impossible angle..his eyes suddenly going
blank..his mouth gaping open, and his hands falling to the concrete, as
his neck snapped, and he died. Yulia lay his body down and shuddered,
biting her lip as the pleasure coursed through her.
" Who's there ?" shouted the man, as he emerged from the doorway of the
warehouse..silence was the reply, from the darkness..The man looked for
the guards, but not seeing them, he stepped into the open air, waving his
gun from side to side, his eyes taking seconds to adjust to the darkness
from the brightly lit interior of the warehouse. These few seconds, were
all that Vika and Olga needed. They had positioned themselves at the
corners of the warehouse. They had heard the splashings of the man's
desperate struggles with the girls in the water, and had seen the two men
despatched by the girls on the ground. As they watched Yulia and Amelia,
pull the lifeless bodies to hide them into the undergrowth, they heard
the door open, and flattened their slim black clad bodies against the
dark warehouse wall.As the man stumbled into the darkness, sillouetted
against the light from the open door, the girls stepped stealthily
foreward, their soft, slippered feet making no sound on the hard ground.
They reached him, and he saw shadows slipping round him " Who..." his gun
wrist was suddely seized, strong feminine hands gripping his wrist, and
twisting it hard forewards. As his gun slipped from his nerveless
fingers, the girl twisted again, a savage smile twisted her mouth. With a
yell of pain, the man was bent over, as Vika straightened his arm, so
twisting not only the wrist, but his elbow as well. As he screamed in
agony, and reached his other hand to try and ease the pressure, Olga,
suddenly took that other wrist, as she stepped in front of him, and
stepped nimbly to his side, straightening that arm also, and twisting it,
the same way Vika was doing...The man yelled out..."Boss...HELP
!!!!"....then his cry was turned into a scream, as each girl swung her
body to the side, and took it in turn to sent the slim clenched toe of
one leg crushingly into the man's groin, as each blow coursed pain
screaming through his brain, the man groaned and shrieked in turn, till
semi conscious from the waves of agony, he collapsed onto his knees.....
At the sudden commotion outside, the Mafia Boss, being no hero, and
realisin that things had suddenly gone wrong, picked up his bag, and made
for the small door, at the back of the warehouse.
The gunman was now on his stomach, his back bowing, a strange scream
being torn from him, by the figure of Olga, her face thrown back, a smile
on her lovely face. She tossed back her long fair haired ponytail, and
settled herself more comfortably, as she gripped the man's chin with her
hands, and bending her supple back, she pulled his head up and back. By
them, Vika, her large dark eyes shining brightly, and her breathing
coming in quick pants, excitedly watched as her young friend, pulled
harder. The man's legs kicked uselessly on the ground, his hands
scrabbling at her tightly laced fingers locked under his chin. Further
and further he was bowed back, his screams failing into strangled groans,
which suddenly ceased, as his legs twitched once, and his hands fell
limply onto the ground..a short crack sounding, as his neck broke.
The boss burst out of the back door of the warehouse, sending the door
crashing into Yulia, as she stood behind it. As she tumbled dazed, onto
the ground, the boss was running , with Amelia, her long blonde ponytail
flying behind her, flew after him. The slim, fit girl was gaining on the
overweight middle aged man, who cast frightened eyes over his shoulder.
He did not know who this girl was, but she showed no fear in chasing him,
and he knew fear, as gasping, he cast his eyes about wildly for escape.
He saw the boat moored at the jetty, and his feet thudded onto the wooden
planke of the jetty, as he gained it. Amelia, glancing past him, saw two
shadowy figures on the boat deck , and called out.".Look above
you, girls...get him".
Sveta and Marina, had just finished tipping the drug cargo into the
water, and glanced up at the cry, to see the big, heavy man come thudding
loudly along the deck, with Amelia following.
The man's panik stricken eyes did not see the shadowy, rubber clad
figures on the deck,as  he jumped into the boat, and straight into the
welcoming, lithly muscled arms of the girls. As he tried to figure out
what had happened, he too was coiled into their deadly embraces, and
pulled and pushed over the sides, into the water.
Prepared again, the girls had taken in full lungfulls of water as they
had dived, but the man having gasped in surprise, as he was pulled into
the water had no reserves of air, as the girls, as deadly as an octopus,
used their legs and arms to wrap him to them. As his frantic fingers
would free an arm or uncoil a leg from himself, another strong limb would
wrap round him pulling him to their supple bodies again. and now, they
had him...legs scissored and locked around him. arms pinning his
weakening arms, and their weight holding him under..until after the final
bubbles had burst from his silently screaming mouth..and water flooded
his lungs. Slowly..the heavy briefcase full of money, sank into the
water, to land in a cloud of mud and dispersing drugs..never to be found
again........