Russian Schoolgirl Assassins.1. by ANTMAN.




Madame Irena glanced at the bank of six TV monitors, on the wall in front
of her desk. She turned her head to Olga, the girl sat next to her."Vika
is doing well", she stated, fixing her gaze on one of the monitors.
"She learns very quickly", replied the brown eyed blonde, looking at the
screen that Madame Irena indicated.
On the screen, a king sized bed filled the room, where the camera was
installed. Reclining on it, her elbow propping herself up, her heart
shaped face cupped by that hand, a teenaged girl, with long dark brown
hair, big dark eyes, and a full lipped mouth, was gazing down, with a
smile on her mouth. She was dressed in a white blouse, tied under her
full breasts, showing a flat brown stomach, and a short pleated check
skirt.
Between her tightly gripping thighs, a man's bald, red , perspiring head
was seen. He was lying on his side too, dressed only in garishly colored
boxer shorts, and he had his hands handcuffed behind his back.
As the two women watched excitedly, the girl smiled sweetly, and reached
her free hand down to grip her bare ankle. She pulled on it, arching her
supple back. The figure four scissors, tightened, the calf pushing his
face foreward into her white pantied crotch, ramming his mouth and nose
into her smothering softness. The man suddenly writhed and kicked , as he
felt his breathing suffocated, he gazed up pleading into the girl's
amused dark eyes.
"Let's hear them ", smiled Irena, and reached foreward a hand to turn the
volume up on the monitor.Vika's soft giggles came over the speaker, as
she watched the man helplessly struggling between her legs. She then
eased the grip, allowing his lungs to desperately gasp in air. He moaned,
between deep wheezing gulps .."Please....No more......I've had
enough....!" The girl gleefully shook her head ..."Not yet !", she
purred, her long thick hair swirling around her face. She pulled again on
her ankle, his scream..."Noooo"...being muffled into silence, as her legs
tightened again around his neck, and she sighed in contentment, as he
thrashed around helplessly on the bed again.
Irena turned the volume down again, and turned to Olga.."How old is Vika
?"..The other replied "Just 15, but she has strong legs...and a big hate
for men..she will make a good agent for us ".
Irena glanced at the other five monitors. All showed the same king sized
beds in the other rooms. Each had a man in it...some bound, some not. A
teenaged girl in schoolgirl uniform, was in each room, and the men were
all being tortured by their young tormentors.
In all cases, the men were in a state of helplessness, being strangled,
smothered or having limbs twisted to breaking points, being sleepered or
made unconscious by expertly applied nerve grips. In all cases, the men's
faces showed their agony and thir silent mouths screamed for pity or
release. ..and they had all paid for this "pleasure".
The house was a small hotel on the outskirts of Moscow , which had been
brought by a rich widow, a tall elegant blonde of 30 years of age. She
had cool grey eyes, a slim figure, long legs, and always wore her long
ash blonde hair in a bun behind her head. She had put the big beds into
the rooms; soundproofed each of them, and started to recruit her girls.
All, teenage, all beautiful, and all hating men, she opened the
establishment and it soon became known to the men of the area as "Madam
Irena's House Of Correction".
The men who arrived, wanting female bondage sessions, were not to know
that the girls were practicing the art of killing using only their
supple, strong young bodies..and so the Russian Schoolgirl Assassins
were  being trained. Madame Irena had conceived the idea from the
training she had received from the original English Schoolgirl Assassins,
and now she was training her six girls between the ages of fifteen and
eighteen, in the way she had been. Her help, Olga, was a skilled Karate
expert, who was handy in dealing with any customer, who proved
troublesome. Irena looked again at the first screen. Vika lay relaxed,
one elbow propping herself up, the hand cupping the sweet, heart shaped
face. Her hips were thrust foreward, adding further strength to her
deadly scissors grip. She was looking down with amused, large eyes, dark
in their intensity. Her other hand still gripped her ankle, her strong
leg muscles holding the man's head immovable, with his face still tightly
pressed into her white pantied crotch. Only the top of his reddening bald
head, and his frantic, frightened eyes were visible to her, between her
smooth bronzed thighs.His wild struggles were now reduced to a series of
spasmodic jerkings, as her continuous pressure on his neck, has closed
the carteroid artery..and he was losing consciousness.
His hand twitched in their hancuffed bounds, and his eyes started to
glaze over. If the girl had kept the pressure on another couple of
minutes, the man would have died from brain failure, but she had been
taught well, and seeing the signs, she suddenly released her ankle, and
straightened her long sinewy legs. The man's head dropped down onto the
bed, and he remained still, his chest barely rising and falling.
Vika, raised herself onto her knees, straightening her short kilted
skirt, and leaning foreward, rolled the man onto his side. Then she
reached down, and slapped his face, till with a groan, he started to come
to. His chest gasping in great gulps of reviving air. Then, Vika, reached
a hand under the pillows on the bed, and removed a small key. She leaned
over the still prostrate figure of the man, and freed his arms of their
steel restraints.
Irena chuckled, as she and Olga watched..."I wouldn't want to be a man
between her legs!" she said..."She has developed them very well, they are
so strong". Olga nodded.."They are her best assets...she will be able to
squeeze any information out of a man, that we need ". As the man lay,
still recovering, Vika gracefully leaped off the bed, and gracefully
strolled to where the man's clothes hung over a chair. She withdrew his
wallet from his jacket, and counted out a number of notes, slipping them
into the top of her blouse...Turning to the man who had by now groggily
raised his head from the bed, she smiled sweetly at him .."I hope you
enjoyed your little session....I certainly did ...! Bye.." she opened the
door, and left the man still recovering.