Back To School...1.
By ANTMAN




Sylvia drew the hairbrush through her long blonde hair, carefully parting
it in the middle of her head, to let it flow past her shoulders, and
stood back to look at herself in the mirror. Yes..she looked good, from
her bright blue eyes, and full lipsticked mouth, to her crisp white
blouse, pleated mini skirt and knee length black boots..she was ready for
the disco tonight. Pulling on her black cotton mac, she slipped her purse
into the pocket, and left her flat.
Evening was falling, the daylight fading, when she reached the park, and
turned into it, her booted feet crackling and scrunching through the
Autumn leaves on the path.
As she walked, she felt good...a job in a nice office, and a flat of her
own...things couldn't be better..tonight she might meet Mr. Right at the
Disco!
Maybe the thoughts running through her head or the darkening gloom, or
the sound of the noisy leaves under her feet distracted her, she didn't
hear the sound of footfalls in the grass behind her.
The man slightly drunk, and knowing the blonde girl by sight, closed on
her. He reached out a hand and clutched her shouder...
Syvia gasped in surprise, and spun round, as he spoke.."Hello there
Girlie...where are you...?"...
He never finished the sentence...Sylvia acted with instinct, stepping
back one pace, she swung her shapely right leg up with force.
The man screamed, as the sharp toe of her boot connected with the man's
groin. As pain coursed through his groin, he staggered foreward and swung
a wild punch at the girl's head with a cry of agony.."You BITCH !!!"...
But Sylvia was ready and alert now. her training took over. she ducked
with a smile under the man's arm, and as it flew over her head, she
bunched her small hard fist, and with all her force, plunged it into the
man's stomach. As he bowed over, retching and trying to draw agonised
breaths in, Sylvia glided foreward, her coat flapping open. She reached
out with her hands to grip the man's lapels, and with a glance behind her
to check the ground, allowed herself to fall backwards onto the hard
grass, her right leg straightening as her small booted foot sank into his
stomack, and as she pulled him after her. her leg snapped out, sending
the man in a soaring, graceful arc over her to crash with a bone
crunching thud onto the hard ground.
He lay there..groaning and gasping for air, as Sylvia gracefully paced
around him, her eyes now hard glittering orbs, a determined smile on her
mouth.." Now then , you creep", she said.."That'll teach you to scare a
girl". He started to apologise, as he painfully raised himsef to a
sitting position..
"Oh nooo", said Sylvia..."Too late for apologies!!". She sat down by him,
and shuffling forwards, wrapped her arms around his neck, and coiled her
shapely strong legs around his waist...!
"Awwww...come her you poor man...Did the little girl hurt you.." she
chuckled, and as he turned his face surprised towards her, she let
herself fall onto her side, pulling him with her.
She pulled his head into her full bosom, and for a few seconds, the man
was in heaven, as he felt her softness envelope his face.He only had one
arm free, the other being trapped under her body, and as he reached up to
grasp her, Sylvia suddenly inched her legs up. her short skirt riding up
to expose surprisingly strongly defined leg muscles, and then snapped
them out straight, crossing her booter ankles, and clamping her scissors
just under the man's ribs.
She smiled with the ease she had got him in this position, and then
taking a deep breath, powered her thighs together, revelling in the
feeling of power in her legs.The man's hand flew immediately to the
smooth hardness of her legs, as he felt the pressure under his ribs,
forcing his diaphragm up, pushing the air in his lungs out in an agonised
gasp. the man's groans were muffled in Sylvia's cleavage, as she pushed
her hips up, to maximise her scissors.
As he gasped, his hands frantically clawed at the thigh, crushing into
his stomach, forcing his breath out, allowing him no room for taking in
air,. His hands slid off the nylon coated thigh time after time, he
finding no yielding in the steel hardness that crushed him . he reached
up to pull at her arms, but these Sylvia had locked tight, and he
couldn't break their strong hold round his neck. He blindly reached up to
claw at her face, to pull her hair..anything to force her to release the
crushing pressure on his ribs.
Sylvia, released one of her arms round his neck to reach up and trap the
arm, pulling it into her neck and relocking her arms, leaving his arm
locked straight and useless.
Now the girl felt the familiar rush of sensations, as she felt the man
helplessly writhe within her grip. his moans and screams muffled and
becoming increasingly desperate as her legs continued to mangle his ribs
between her steely thighs, grinding into him with relentless pressure.
Suddenly, with a muffled scream, the man felt a rib crack, the sudden
surge of pain forcing out the cry, his legs kicked ourt spasmodically,
and Sylvia returned to herself, wakening out of the revelry she had been
in, feeling a man helpless and at her mercy...remembering....
She immediately unlocked her legs, allowing the man to roll out of her
deadly strong legs, and to lay groaning and moaning, his hands holding
his agonised chest..
Sylvia stood, and brushed out her hair with her fingers. She brushed off
the autumn leaves that were sticking to her, and looked down at the man
who gaspingly drew agonised pants into his crushed lungs, one hand
clutching his still throbbing groin. "There!" stated Sylvia.."Let that be
a lesson ...don't mess with girls again !!"..she turned and started off
towards the park gates. when she reached them, she stood, leaning against
them, still trembling from the pleasure that she felt knowing she had
held a man helpless with her own body..and knowing that if she had kept
her scissors on, then the man would have died, as his splintered ribs
stabbed into his lungs, and punturing them, he would have drowned in his
own blood.
A sudden memory returned to her..and she remembered the many times she
had killed ..men who were seduced by her beautiful face and curves only
to be squezzed or strangled to death with her powerful, well muscled
gymnast's legs.
A sudden urge overcame her, she lobnged to see the woman who had taught
her such deadly skills again. She glanced at her watch.."Ummm..8o'clock",
she murmured, "I wonder if the classes are still running". She turned
herself towards the taxi rank, across the road, and forgetting about the
Disco, directed the driver to her destination...."Miss Bond's School for
Young Ladies" please  driver"....the car pulled off..........
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