Sylvia"..part 2. 
By ANTMAN


Sylvia trotted along the path that led downwards to the sea, following
the way that the second guard had gone..In the dark, she was all but
invisible, clad as she was in the black rubber diving suit that clung
tightly to her body, emphasising her shapely curves. The only part
clearly visible in the darkening gloom, was the pale shape of her face
and the long blonde ponytail, that bobbed behind her, as she jogged
downwards, she rounded a bend, flanked by tall dark hedges, then stopped
suddenly. Ahead of her, in the pale glow of lamp lights, she saw a small
jetty, that thrust into the dark sea. Tied to this jetty, was a white,
modern motor boat, and moving on the deck of this boat, a man was
whistling, as he bent over, evidently fiddling with the engine.
Sylvia smiled to herself, her blue eyes twinkling, as she glanced around,
and saw nobody else in sight.Bending her slight, supple body, she crept
foreward, hugging the hedge, towards her prey, now standing up, and
wiping his hands on a grimy rag.
The man, whistling still, glanced around, and stared for a moment towards
the big dim building on the crest of the hill. He was happy to be leaving
the desolate island ..the owner of the house, was a recluse..on the run
from the law..he knew not what for. he was employed to deliver goods and
provisions once a week, with his partner. They doubled as guards for the
time they were on the island. He glanced at the rifle propped against the
small cabin, and then paused, startled.
Sylvia, drawing to the edge of the pier. ducked her head to glide
underneath the covering planks of wood, and had stood on a dry branch of
wood. Cursing silently, her heart pounding, she swayed her black clad
body into the shadow, and froze.
The man heard the sharp crack in the silence of the night, and spun
around, his hand reaching silently for the rifle.
Out of the darkness, a squirrel suddenly bounded, swarming swiftly up a
near fir tree. The man relaxed his tense muscles, and chuckled, replacing
his rifle, and opening the door of the cabin, vanished inside.
Sylvia, exhaled deeply, as the door clicked closed, and then nimbly leapt
up onto the pier, and crossed to the edge , where she stepped over the
gunwale, and taking up the rifle, tossed it into the sea.
The man heard the splash, and opening the door, stepped out onto the
deck. Suddenly, he felt his wrist gripped tight, as Syvia's fingers
closed on it. Using all her young power, she swung him round. Surprised,
he had no time to resist, as his face crashed into the hard wood of the
cabin. As he staggered, dazed and giddy from the force of the impact,
Syvia fell backwards, curving her supple gymnast's body, and pulling him
towards her, keeping his wrist in her steely grasp. She raised her legs,
and planting her feet in his stomach, used his momentum to push his body
archingly over her supine form, aided by a strong thrust from her
powerfully muscled legs. As his body finished the curve of it's graceful
arching fall, and splashed into the sea, Syvia was already on her feet,
and taking a big lungful of air, dived off the boat,a couple of seconds
 after the man.
The man, as he sank under the water, opened his mouth to gasp in air,,and
breathed in water..he flung his arms up, and kicked out, making for the
surface. as his hands reached the air, and he prepared to break the
surface, with his head, he suddenly felt two smooth wet bands suddenly
wrap around his neck.
Sylvia timed her attack, with deadly precision. Knowing the man would
have gasped out precious air, as he hit the water, she knew she had to
hold him under the water, and drown him. So as he rose to the surface of
the water, the girl rose behind him, and slid her slim, and wiry arms
around his neck, jamming her knees hard into his back, and bending her
supple body backwards, she pulled him back under the water, as his hands
waved frantically in the air, before vanishing under the surface.
As the man realised the steely bands half strangling him were arms, he
raised his hands to them, to pry the grip loose. Sylvia, wrapped her long
legs round his writhing body, locking her ankles, to hold him close, and
powered her scissors hold tight. Her thighs dug cruelly into his lower
ribs, forcing them to push out precious air from his lungs, which bubbled
to the surface. The man, his hands sliding, and slipping off her tightly
gripping arms, now tried to loose the scissors grip. Under his
frantically clawing fingers, he felt steel hard thigh muscles under the
rubberised legs, and he found despairingly he couldn't reach her ankles,
which was the key to her scissors lock.
Again Sylvia squeezed, feeling a rush as the man struggled and squirmed,
helpless in her strong grips. More bubbles escaped from his desperately
clamped lips, as he was helpless to resist the power of her legs, and
suddenly, he went mad, clawing, and pounding at the girl's strong limbs.
Sylvia. kept her grips tight, feeling the man's desperation, as he felt
his precious oxygen being squeezed out of his lungs, by her youthful
strength. His frantic struggles, took the up towards the surface, and for
a second, a surge of hope flooded his mind, as his hands broke the
surface.
Sylvia unlocked her scissors. There was no way she would let him gasp in
precious oxygen..he was hers...She kept one leg coiled round his waist,
and used her other as a paddle to slowly rotate their bodies. He felt the
water rush into his nose and mouth, as he rotated upsidedown. He
inadvertently snorted it out..and breathed water into his lungs again.
Sylvia her young lungs, still coping well with holding her breath, felt
and saw the rush of bubbles..and as the man went frantic, clawing and
writhing, jerking and pushing, she relocked her scissors, retightened her
strangling arms, and squeezed with all her strength..feeling the man's
struggles start to weaken as his oxygen starved brain started to fail.
Locked in her deadly embrace, her supple body and strong limbs keeping
him from the life giving air he so craved..he felt himself grow light
headed, and felt himself weaken. He still pushed and pulled at her arms
and legs..but now his resistance was unco-ordinated, his strength failing
him.
Sylvia felt his body jerk convulsively a couple of times, and as his
hands slipped weakly off her steely thighs, she felt a rush of
an adrenilin rip through her. Her scissors tightened with a power not
normal ..and she felt ribs crack..as she shuddered in the powerful throes
of her orgasm...and so her prey limply became a rag doll in her steely
legs, and she loosed her stranglehold on him, and drew herself to the
surface, to gasp a full lungful of air into her shuddering body. She
unlocked her death giving legs..allowing the corpse to float away from
her. She climbed onto the deck of the boat, and lay, shuddering, and
twitching, as the orgasm died away