The Daughters of Artemis
By Utrea
Assignment Columbia Part 4b


As Amanda began her ascent, Natalya secured the other end of the grappling
rope to their equipment packs. When the English girl had reached the top of
the wall, she dropped silently onto the rampart. Crouching, she took just a
moment to make sure that she had arrived unobserved before straightening up,
leaning over the parapet and signalling to her friend. Natalya stripped off
her long black leather gloves and quickly scaled the wall, the rubber soles of
her boots ensuring near total silence. Once at the top, both Artemis agents
swiftly hauled their equipment packs after them.

From their position, the girls could see down into the compound within the
fortress walls. They could just make out the shapes of vehicles and wooden
crates, covered by tarpaulin, in the night gloom. Without speaking, the
Russian girl pointed a beautifully manicured finger at herself, then toward
the guard tower and finally drew it across her throat. Amanda nodded in
understanding; Natalya would deal with the tower guard while the blonde would
take care of the two sentries patrolling the ramparts. Amanda responded by
holding her hand out palm toward Natalya, fingers splayed. She made a fist,
opened her hand then repeated the gesture. Finally, she pointed at the ground
between them. This time the Russian nodded in understanding. They would
rendezvous back at this place in fifteen minutes.

As Natalya moved away, Amanda considered the best way to neutralise the
guards. She could either deal with them one by one or she could take them
together. The first way would be a lot slower but it would be easier to ensure
quiet kills, although having to stalk both men individually brought it's own
risks. No, she thought, she would do them together. She was confident that she
could dispatch them quickly and silently and it was a lot better that they
come to her, rather than she hunt them down. A few metres away stood three
sealed steel barrels covered by tarpaulin. Amanda loosened one side of the
canvass, crept into the gap between the barrels and awaited her prey.

Natalya began to descend a flight of stone steps that spiralled down to the
compound below. The steps were enclosed by more stonework and dimly lit by
lamps fitted at intervals into the wall. Natalya had descended about a dozen
steps when she heard the sound of movement below. The dark haired Russian
froze. Someone was coming up. Damn, she thought. This was unexpected but at
least there was only one of them and she was concealed from view.

The Captain-of-the-Guard, Pablo Fernandez' intention had been to make a
surprise inspection of his troops but it was he himself who was surprised as
he found his way blocked by two long and shapely, black leather clad female
legs. His jaw gaped open as he allowed his gaze to take in the curves of her
hips, the tight waspish waist, gentle swell of her breasts, long slim neck and
finally her beautiful but deadly cold looking face. Her long dark hair was
pulled severely back from her face and hung in a high ponytail down her back.
She smiled, her full red lips parted to reveal pearl white teeth. Suddenly,
she lashed out with her right leg, the point of her foot catching the Captain
under his chin, sapping his head back and sending him tumbling down the
stairs. The narrow confines of the stone walls and the tight nature of the
spiral steps prevented Fernandez from falling very far and seriously injuring
himself. But his ordeal was far from over; his attacker had plans for him.
Natalya quickly followed him down and as he groggily began to get to his
knees, she sat down beside him. With the same sweet smile on her face, the
girl crossed her slender ankles, left over right and gripped the officer's
neck between them, turning her feet inward to complete the lethal hold. She
straightened her legs, driving her victim back until the back of his head
smacked against the stone wall. With her back braced against the opposite
wall, her pretty face was contorted with exertion, transforming her smile into
a snarl, as she concentrated her efforts into pinning the Skorpion officer to
the wall and strangling him between her feet. He hadn't had time to cry out a
warning and when he tried to do so now, only a strained croak emerged from his
lips. Staring into the cool blue eyes of his assassin, Fernandez clawed at the
girl's legs tying to prise her ankles from their stranglehold on his throat
but it was no use. They fought on in silence save for the wheezing gasps and
choking as the trapped man desperately tried to force life giving air past his
constricted larynx and into his tortured lungs. Fernandez knew he was losing
the fight. He could feel himself weakening, feel his eyes bulging from their
sockets, feel his tongue protruding from his mouth as she choked him to death.

Natalya could sense her victim dying between her feet as his struggles began
to diminish. Presently, they gave way to a series of uncoordinated convulsions
as the Captain began to lose consciousness. His hands fell away from her legs,
his panic stricken eyes glazed over and his convulsing body became still, save
for a few sporadic nervous twitches. Natalya waited until even these had
ceased before she unlocked her ankles. As soon as she released him, the dead
Fernandez no longer pinned, pitched forward, his face, burying itself tight
into the Russian's leather clad crotch.

"Really Captain", she chided "Not on our first date".

Natalya grabbed him by the shoulders and heaved him off of her, using her
right leg to propel him further down the steps.

She considered hiding the body but decided against it. It had taken her almost
five minutes to kill him, which left her only ten minutes to dispose of the
tower guard. She mentally scolded herself. The method by which she had
selected to deal with Fernandez had been an indulgence on her part. If she had
simply broken the man's neck, his demise could have been made to look like an
accident. Still there was nothing that could be done about it now. She would
just have to risk nobody coming up the steps and discovering the corpse.

Natalya leapt over Fernandez and quickly made her way down the remaining steps
emerging through a doorway at the bottom into the open-air courtyard. Keeping
to the shadows, she skirted the inner perimeter wall until she was staring up
at the guard tower. The tower stood on trestle legs made of stout timber upon
which sat the sheltered platform. A ladder soared upwards through the centre
of the tower to a hinged trapdoor giving access onto the platform. The
brunette, former Soviet trained assassin swiftly scaled the ladder and
tentatively opened the trapdoor a few centimetres and peered trough the gap.
She saw the feet of her intended victim clad in combat boots. From their
position, Natalya knew that the sentry was standing with his back to her. She
raised the trapdoor a little more and saw that he was preparing to switch on
the search light for a random sweep.

Perfect, she thought. For the next few moments he would be distracted,
concentrating on operating the searchlight. As he began the search, Natalya
silently climbed up onto the platform and closed the trapdoor. She closed the
gap between them and rose to her feet. The girl snaked her right arm around
the guard's neck and jerked him back. She tightened her hold on his throat,
not giving him the smallest chance of crying out. She grasped her left upper
arm with her right hand and placed the flat of her left hand tight against the
back of his head. She pushed on his head forcing his neck tight into the crook
of her right elbow. The Russian agent dragged him further back, unbalancing
him so that his feet were unable to gain any purchase on the floor and she
poured all her strength into throttling the life out him.

After what seemed to Amanda to be an eternity, her patience was rewarded by
the sounds of the footfalls of the returning guards. It was clear to the
blonde that the two soldiers were bored and were clearly not expecting any
trouble. She would exploit their carelessness for her own ends. The two men
met up. One offered the other a cigarette and they stood side by side looking
out into the darkness of the jungle

She heard one of them speak "Hey Manuel, how much longer do we have to walk
round and around these goddamn walls like fucking idiots?"

The other man glanced at his watch "Another forty minutes amigo".

"Know what I think?" the first man continued, "I think Lopez is paranoid. He's
got a small army, two gun emplacements and radar to warn of unwelcome visitors
but still he insists on wasting our time on these walls. I would not be
surprised if the boss was going a little loco. Perhaps he is snorting a little
too much of his own cocaine. Eh?"

"What I do know", his friend replied, "If Lopez hears you talking like that,
you are one dead hombre".

"Relax", said the first, "who's going to hear us".

It was the last thing that either man would ever utter as Amanda grabbed each
by the neck and cracked their heads together with brutal force. The stunned
soldiers fell bonelessly to the floor when the blonde released them and lay
writhing groggily. Quickly and efficiently, not allowing them time to recover,
the English girl rolled the men onto their backs. She grasped the man called
Manuel by his boots and pulled him away a few metres. She then returned to the
second man and grasping him by the epaulettes of his jacket, manouvrered him
into position so that she had each man, supine about a metre apart with their
heads pointing toward each other. The buxom blonde knelt astride Manuel and
shuffled forward until her knees straddled his head. She reached behind her,
grabbed him by the hair and raised his head. She slid her shapely legs beneath
him and brought them round the back of his neck. Amanda adjusted her position
slightly until she had the slowly recovering soldier's face tight up against
her buttocks. She now pulled the second soldier toward her until his face lay
directly beneath her ample breasts, straining against the confines of the taut
supple black leather of her cat suit. Amanda slid her hands under him, lacing
her gloved fingers and holding the back of his head. Her victim must have
realised what was about to happen as his eyes widened in alarm. He tried to
push her off him but he was still too weak. All he could do was moan softly as
the girl descended upon him She tightened her grip on his head, crushing his
face hard against her suffocating breasts

. At the same time, the Artemis agent crossed her ankles. She bent her knees,
raising her legs until the heels of her black boots were pressing tight
against the back of the other Skorpion man's head, holding him in place. Then
squeezing his neck between her thighs and increasing the pressure on the back
of his head, she drew the weakly struggling soldier's face deep into the cleft
between her rounded, leather clad buttocks Amanda shuddered with sexual
pleasure as the man's stifled attempts to scream vibrated through her body.
She clenched her buttocks together pinching his nostrils closed while her soft
flesh encased in skin-tight leather filled his mouth, effectively sealing it.
His hands clutched at her thighs, trying to prise them away from their
constricting grip around his neck but it was in vain. The young woman was just
too strong and experienced in the art of silent killing for him to effectively
resist her..

Similarly the man being smothered between her breasts beat ineffectually on
her broad back but she held him fast. Amanda could feel both her victims
squirming beneath her, desperate to be free from her suffocating grip and as
she waited for them to die she felt the familiar stirring in her loins. She
had to bite her lip to stifle a groan as her orgasm hit her.

The struggling man choking in Natalya's arms was weakening. His hands
fluttered uselessly and his body began to sag. Just a few more minutes, she
thought, and it would all be over for him. But just then, voices from below
the guard tower broke her concentration.

"Hey Miguel" a male voice hissed "Are you asleep or what?"

"Shut the fucking light off", added another voice.

Damn, thought Natalya, as she realised that the unattended searchlight had
remained illuminated and static for too long. It had raised the suspicions of
two guards in the compound below. The brunette realised that she must act fast
to allay their suspicions and stop them climbing the tower to investigate. She
quickly processed the information and formulated a plan. She guessed that the
man she was strangling was Miguel. She also deduced that the two below must
have been friends of the unfortunate Miguel, for the warnings to him hadn't
been shouted but kept quiet enough so that only he should hear. Natalya looked
around her. She saw Miguel's olive green combat jacket lying nearby. He had
taken it off in order to keep cool from the intense heat generated by the
powerful searchlight. She released her hold on his neck and forced the
weakened man to his knees. Momentarily letting go of him, the girl retrieved
the jacket before turning her attention back to the soldier. He was still on
his knees, wheezing and rubbing his tortured throat, when Natalya swung one
shapely leg over his shoulder, straddling his neck. She grasped him under the
chin with both hands and shuffled forward taking him with her to the
searchlight. She then pulled his head up so the back of his neck was tight
against her crotch and she tightened her thighs around it. She snatched the
fatigues cap from his head and jammed it on her own making sure that her
ponytail was concealed and then donned the jacket.

"Hey are you alright up there man", one of the voices hissed, this time with
concern, as Natalya took control of the searchlight. She found the on/off
switch but just before she shut it down, she allowed the beam to drop sending
the light blasting directly into the faces of the two men below. It was only
for a moment but it had effectively albeit temporarily destroyed their night
vision

"Miguel you are one clumsy bastard", one of them cursed.

From her position, Natalya could now see the two men below. They, on the other
hand could just make out a silhouette in the guard tower. The girl held up a
hand in a conciliatory gesture.

"Don't let Lopez catch you sleeping man", one of them said, "He's one bad
motherfucker".

Natalya formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger in an "OK" sign.

Just then, the man still trapped between her legs gave a little strangled
moan.

"Por favor help me", he tried to shout but what came from his ruined larynx
was little more than a croak. His hands had found the girls firm thighs and he
was feebly trying to prise them apart. Natalya didn't think the soldiers below
had heard the stricken man but she would have to make sure he didn't get
another chance to alert them.

"Keep quiet down there", Natalya whispered. Holding on to the side of the
tower for balance, she crossed her ankles and tightened her thighs, throttling
the life out the struggling man. Such was the ferocity of her scissoring leg's
grip; the guard was unable to utter so much as another sound. The two sentries
now satisfied that all was in order resumed their patrol leaving Natalya to
concentrate on her victim. She poured on the strength in an effort to make the
gap between her legs as small as possible. The guard's pawing hands fell away
and hung down limply as he lost consciousness but still the brunette kept the
killing pressure focused on his neck and throat. She would only release him
when she was sure he was dead. When all movement had ceased, she grasped one
of his wrists feeling for a pulse. There wasn't one. Unlocking her ankles, she
opened her legs and the body thudded to the ground. The female assassin turned
him onto his back and looked down with grim satisfaction at her victim's face.
It bore all the classic signs of a man who had been executed by slow
strangulation. The bulging bloodshot eyes stared sightlessly and his tongue,
bloated and blackened, lolled out of his mouth. His entire face was a dark
purple colour. Natalya removed the cap and jacket. She placed an explosive
device in the guard tower, set the timer then went about retracing her steps

All movement in Amanda's victims had ceased. When she experimentally eased off
the pressure with her feet, the man's head remained in place, his face buried
in the cleft of her buttocks. The blonde raised herself and glanced down to
the man she had held between her breasts. The soldier's frightened eyes, now
glassy and unseeing, told the girl that he would give her no further trouble.
She released the back of his head just as Natalya returned.

"Double suffocation", the Russian commented admiringly "I like your
technique".

"Thanks", Amanda murmured throatily. "It felt wonderful. You should try it
sometime".

"Perhaps I will", the brunette replied.

Natalya told her friend about the two roving guards. They decided that this
new and unexpected threat should be eliminated before carrying on with the
mission. Silently the two beautiful but merciless killers skirted the ramparts
until they had located the two soldiers. They moved into a position until they
were directly above them. The patrol was concealed from the rest of the
compound behind a stack of crates. They glanced furtively around them before
each lit a cigarette. Obviously taking the opportunity to take an unofficial
break, the men placed their assault rifles against one of the crates and
relaxed totally unaware of the threat from above.

Amanda and Natalya would need to deal with them swiftly as well as silently if
they were to keep to their tight schedule

The young women dropped on their hapless victims like two dark, sleek birds of
prey. The two guards never stood a chance. In a perfectly timed move each
Artemis agent landed on the shoulders of her intended target, her weight
dragging him to the floor. Before each man had time to recover or even shout
out in surprise and alarm, both found their necks being scissored by firm,
shapely feminine legs. Almost in unison Amanda and Natalya clamped down on the
men's necks with their thighs. Twisting violently with their hips, the
separate muted sounds of the sentries' necks snapping were indistinguishable.
As one the beautiful assassins unwound their legs from the necks of the dead
guards, stood and pulled their still twitching bodies under cover.

They ran across the compound to where four, olive green, ex army trucks were
parked. They were unattended. Lifting the canvass at the back of the first
truck, they peered inside. More crates were stacked inside. Amanda climbed
over the tailgate. She located a jemmy lying nearby and prised the lid off one
of the crates. Inside was cocaine wrapped in clear plastic packages. Amanda
nodded in confirmation to Natalya who placed a magnetic explosive device on
the truck's fuel tank and set the timer. Soon all four trucks were carrying
the deadly devices

With all the Skorpion forces eliminated, phase 1 of the operation was
complete. Now they prepared for phase 2, the destruction of Lopez' drug making
facility.

To be continued.