Sylvia
by ANTMAN




In the gathering gloom, something emerged from the sea, and waded to the
shore. The figure was dressed in a black rubber's diver's suit, which
covered it from head to foot. It splashed out of the shallows, and made
it's way up the sandy beach to a group of big rocks near the bottom of a
low cliff. here it slipped off the ait tank strapped to it's back, and
removing the goggles, a face appeared in the hole in the black hood of
the suit. The face was heart shaped, and startlingly beautiful. A few
long blonde hairs escaped from the covered rubber head. The eyes were
large, and blue,; the nose small and pert; the mouth full lipped and
generously wide. The figure of the girl, tightly encased in the rubber
suit, was full breasted, slim waisted and long limbed.
Sylvia dropped to one knee behind the rock, as she heard the murmer of
voices.The two guards strolled along the clifftop path, rifles carelessly
slung over shoulders. Sylvia narrowed her eyes, as she concentrated to
hear them.
"I'll go down to the jetty, to check on the boat"..said one of them.
"Okay..."replied the other..."I'll meet you back at the house". One
turned, and started to retrace his steps. The other continued on his way.
Sylvia smiled .."Good", she thought..."Divided we fall !!"..she felt the
familiar shiver of expectation run through her, as she anticipated the
future kills.
She glanced ahead of the strolling guard...further along..a big tree was
on the edge of the path...it's strong, full leaved branches overhanging
it. Sylvia's quick brain devised the ambush, and she rose, and swiftly
ran to the edge of the cliff, and staarted to climb it.
The guard had stopped his walking, to smoke a cigarette, as he moodily
looked over the dark sea. Bored as he was, he looked foreward to getting
back to his beloved Saskia, at the end of this week's duty...The crime
boss, who owned the Island, was relocating to the mainland. He tossed the
cigarette away, over the cliff, and watched the glowing stub, as it spun
down. Sighing, he resumed his pacing along the path.
Sylvia, crouched on the limb of the tree, her mask now removed, and her
long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She kept her face hidden in the
shadows, as she saw the man coming towards he, softly whistling.
Sylvia's heart missed a beat, and she tensed her lithe limbs in
readiness. Judging the distance perfectly, she took a secure hold of the
branch with her hands...and swung her legs off the tree. As she swung
down, she gave a low whistle. The Guard hearing the sound, stopped..and
looked ahead in to the shadows cast by the tree..trying to locate the
sound. He only paused for a second...then the rifle was kicked out of his
loose grasp, by a foot, and a pair of black rubber clad legs, slid round
his neck.
Sylvia coiled her legs expertly into her favourite figure 4 scissors, her
calf clamping intot he back of his neck, pulling his head foreward,
sliding his cace into her rubber clad crotch.His startled cry of surprise
was smothered..."Mmmmmphhh"..he exclaimed, as his mouth was suddenly
covered by the soft, yielding material, that spread like a second skin
over his mouth.
Syvia smiled grimly, as she tightened her grip, feeling , rather than
hearing a scream vibrate into her. He tried to twist his face out of the
smothering, but Sylvia's thighs contracted, the steely muscles gripping
his neck tightly..allowing him no movement.
She suddenly tightened her grip again,and the man felt his nose now
forced tightly into the aitight prison she held him in. He felt a sudden
rush of panic, as he felt his airway close, and his hands came up to
loose himself from her.
Sylvia smiled sweetly, as she gazed into his wide, startled eyes, the
only portion of his face, that were not covered by the black rubber gag.
She shook her head, in mock concern as she saw his clawing hands grasp
her thighs, knowing her steely muscled legs were a match for any man's
feeble hands.
The man's feet scrabbled for purchase on the hard earth of the path, as
his hands tried to pry the vice like grip apart. Under his fingers, he
felt the hard unyielding muscles tighten still more, his hands moving now
to try and unlock her knee and ankle from behind his neck..but bent..his
hands had no strength..and his fingers slipped off the smooth rubber clad
calf.
He opened his mouth to scream again..."Mmmmmghhh"...He had to alert Oleg
...to warn him...but the rubber sank deeper into his mouth..he tasted
it..he tried to bite..but his teeth slid uselessly off the slippery
surface.. Now, his last breath was gone out of him...and despairingly he
felt the deadly grip tighten still more. He raise his clenched fists...
Sylvia looked down..locking his now bulging eyes, with her beautiful blue
orbs,...and smiled sweetly at him. Seeing his raised fists, she tensed
her supple stomach muscles, as he vainly pounded his fists into her
stomach, trying to cause her to loose her deadly grip. With a stifled
sob, his hands now clawed upwards sliding off her smooth, slippery body,
unable to reach her pouting, mocking face.
Sylvia looked down, with an almost detached expression, watching his
desperate struggle for life. She knew this hold so well, she could apply
it successfully to the front, side, or the reverse of a victim's neck,
and she could weaken, knock out, or kill any man, no matter how big or
strong he was. Her body, hardened and supple by years of gymnastic
practice, was now a deadly weapon, that she had used so effectively since
she was 14 years old..as a member of the Schoolgirl Assassins squad.
Wearing the rubber diving suit, added an extra bonus to her scissors
grip...to smother a man to death.
Again she tightened her grip..feeling the burning power in her legs, and
crushing his neck with unbearable power. Twisting her lithe hips, she
kept him off balance, to deny him any balance he could gain.
Now she felt his struggles weaken, as his oxygen starved brain slowly
failing.
In his airtight prison, the man had strated to feel dizzy, he felt his
strength flood out of him, there was no escape..his lungs screamed out
for the oxygen , that the girl was denying him..tears tickled down his
cheeks, sliding off the rubber thighs, that held him so helpless.
"Saskia"...he thought  ..and with a final effort, he clawed frantically
at the deadly limbs, desperately trying to shake his face free of the
suffocating , clinging  mask of the girl's crotch.
Sylvia saw his sudden panicky clawings, felt his frantic
struggles...noted his bulging eyes..and forehead turning a dark colour,
and nodded sympathetically, her eyes hardening...Yes..it would not be
long now!!.
For another couple of minutes, the unequal struggle continued...the slim,
shapely rubber clad figure hanging from the branch, her long blonde hair
flowing behind her, and the big strong man helplessly enfolded in her
strong legs. Then suddenly, his frantic writhings suddenly ceased, as his
legs gave way beneath him, and Sylvia bit her lip, as she adjusted her
grip on the branch to allow for the dead weight of the man as he
collapsed in her grip..his oxygen starved brain failing, his hands
stopped their clawing and fell limply away from her legs. As his head
tilted at a sharp angle, Sylvia thrust her hips foreward to keep his
mouth and nose effectively sealed in her crotch..and tightened her grip
again. Now he twitched and convulsed , his eyes rolling, and his colour
darkening. Sylvia smiled in satisfaction...she knew the signs all too
well. Another minute..and it would all be over.
The man felt totally helpless...all strength gone...and he felt a
pounding in his brain...a rushing his ears...and the gir's pretty face
faded as his sight failed him. Sylvia felt the man give a couple of
jerks..and then no more. For another minute, she held him tight to her ,
revelling in the power of her legs...again, they had proved too strong
for a pathetic man !!!..Ha !...She twisted her hips strongly to one side,
and unlocked her grip at the same time...allowing the body of the limp
man to tumble over the edge of the cliff top to crash like a rag doll
against the rocks below.
Sylvia leapt lightly from the branch..feeling the tingle in her legs,
from the exertions, and peering over the cliff at the body below , marked
a number one in the air...Now, for number two, she murmered. She turned,
and headed lithely in the direction the other guard had taken...To be
continued......